Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) classical legend or myth T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.65 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
First from Pan The god of Shepherds. In the memory Of the Nymph Syrinz, Music strike and tell, How in the Arcadian plains it once befallen. Syrinx, one of Diana's train, Hunting with her on the plain, Armed alike with shafts and bow; Each from other would you know? Which from which could not be told, Save one's was horn, the others gold. Hey ho; very fine music I promise' you. Now it begins to work. Pan he seas himself makes fine, In his cap he pricks a Pine: Now grows careless of his herd, Sits by brooks to prune his beard, Meets her, and hath mind to woo, Much he speaks, and more would do. 'Tis pleasing, but it makes me melancholy, And drowsy too withal. 'Twill do anon. Still he proffers, she denies; He pursues (for Syrinx fly's.) Passed her knees her coats up flew, He would feign see something new: By the leg and thigh he guest (It seems) the virtue of the rest. Were it not for my charge I'd take a nap. This adds wings unto his pace, The goal for which he is in chase. She adds feathers to her speed; Now it was no more than need. Almost caught, Alas she cries, Some chaste god my shape disguise. The rest may sleep secure, so I can keep But two eyes waking. Here's a charm for them. Laedon hears, and girts her round, Spies a reed that makes sweet sound: Such is Syrinx. Wondering Pan Puts it to his mouth anon: Yet Syrinx thou art mine he said, And so of her his first pipe made. My charm hath took effect; with these thine eyes Take thy last sleep, thou hast not one to see; My task is done, and Jo thou now free. The dying groans of Argus called down, To know what of his lustre is become. What, all extinct? and is no memory Extant of their known brightness? hath one night (Whose nature should be to be proud of stars) Shut at one time an hundred? nay at once? Should every piece of time deprive so many, How shortly would these lights innumerable Be vanished into nothing? But dear Argus, That all may know thou hadst a loving mistress, Grieving thou shouldst thus perish for her sake; And that these eyes (now blind) in aftertimes May give a light to perpetuity, And memorise thy name, thy faith and fall, Thy hundred eyes (who waist for Iuno slain) I will transport into my Peacock's train; Whilst such a bird hath breeding, and can be, Her painted feathers shall remember thee. And whilst an heifer grazeth on the plain, Io, her hoof shall still imprint thy name. My Iuno are we friends? Let her long divorce, My fair entreats, with Inachus exclaims Invoke thy love and pity, by my life.
nodes 592–660 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 11 in this edition
Length
477 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.653 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T24 · seed 44: T25 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Firſt from Pan The god of Shepheards. In the memory Of the Nymph Syrinz, Muſicke ſtrike and tell, How in th' Arcadian plaines it once befell. Syrinx, one of Dian's traine, Hunting with her on the plaine, Arm'd alike with ſhafts and bow; Each from other would you know? Which from which could not be told, Saue ones was horne, the others gold. Hey ho; very fine muſicke I promiſe you. Now it begins to worke. Pan he ſees himſelfe makes fine, In his cap he pricks a Pine: Now growes careleſſe of his heard, Sits by brookes to prune his beard, Meets her, and hath minde to wooe, Much he ſpeakes, and more would doe. 'Tis pleaſing, but it makes me melancholy, And drowſie too withall. 'Twill do anon. Still he profers, ſhe denies; He purſues (for Syrinx flies.) Paſt her knees her coats vp flew, He would faine ſee ſomething new: By the leg and thigh he gueſt (It ſeemes) the vertue of the reſt. Were it not for my charge I'de take a nap. This addes wings vnto his pace, The goale for which he is in chace. She addes feathers to her ſpeed; Now it was no more than need. Almoſt caught, Alas ſhe cries, Some chaſte god my ſhape diſguiſe. The reſt may ſleepe ſecure, ſo I can keepe But two eyes waking. Here's a charme for them. Laedon heares, and girts her round, Spies a reed that makes ſweet ſound: Such is Syrinx. Wondring Pan Puts it to his mouth anon: Yet Syrinx thou art myne he ſaid, And ſo of her his firſt pipe made. My charm hath tooke effect; with theſe thyne eyes Take thy laſt ſleepe, thou haſt not one to ſee; My taske is done, and Jo thou now free. The dying groans of Argus call'd down, To know what of his luſtre is become. What, all extinct? and is no memorie Extant of their knowne brightneſſe? hath one night (Whoſe nature ſhould be to be proud of ſtars) Shut at one time an hundred? nay at once? Should euery piece of time deprive ſo many, How ſhortly would theſe lights innumerable Be vaniſht into nothing? But deare Argus, That all may know thou hadſt a louing miſtreſſe, Grieuing thou ſhouldſt thus periſh for her ſake; And that theſe eies (now blinde) in after-times May giue a light to perpetuitie, And memorize thy name, thy faith and fall, Thy hundred eyes (who waſt for Iuno ſlain) I will tranſport into my Peacocks traine; Whilſt ſuch a bird hath breeding, and can bee, Her painted feathers ſhall remember thee. And whileſt an heifer graſeth on the plaine, Io, her hoofe ſhall ſtill imprint thy name. My Iuno are we friends? Let her long divorce, My faire intreats, with Inachus exclaimes Invoke thy love and pitty, by my life.