Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Amphrisa, or The Forsaken Shepherdess (Polopaea and Alope) · chunk 5 of 5

Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals)
pastoral
unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 466 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.

We that have known no greater state Than this we live in, praise our fate: For Courtly silks in cares are spent, When Countries russet breeds content. The power of Sceptres we admire; But sheep-books for our use desire. Simple and low is our condition; For here with us is no ambition. We with the Sun our flocks unfold, Whose rising makes their fleeces gold. " Our music from the birds we borrow; They bidding us, we them, good morrow. Nay, fair one's, what you have begun in song, Continued in discourse: We would hear more Of your pleased life. Your highness may command. Our habits are but course and plain, Yet they defend from wound and rain. As warm too, in an equal eye As those be, stained in Scarlet die. Those that have plenty wear (we see) But one at once; and so do we. The Shepherd with his homespun Lass As many merry hours doth pass, As Courtiers with their costly Girls, Though richly decked in gold and pearls: And though but plain, to purpose woe, Nay ofttimes with less danger too. Those that delight in dainties store, One stomach feed at once, no more. And when with homely fare we feast, With us it doth as well digest: And many times we better speed; For our wild first-fruits no surfeits breed, If we sometimes the Willow wear, By subtle Swains that dare forswear. We wonder whence it comes, and fear, The have been at Court, and learned it there. If any Lady than shall please, Whose cheek looks pale through my disease, By any faithless servant, or false friend, (Being cured myselfe) this I can give or lend. Believe't, a sweet conclusion: for ofttimes Such things fall out. But we have further herded (Besides what now our ears are witness to) That as your words keep time, your voices tune; So hath the curious motion of your feet Been taught to know true measure. You can dance? Yes royal Princess, as we sing and speak, After such rural fashion. If no worse, It may become a Theatre of eyes, Yet wrist no blushes from you. Will you than, Since that we parallel in number thus, Help us to fill a measure? So we thought There might no jarring discords grow from us, To spoil your better music. Not such fear. Come than, such music as the place will yield, we'll instantly make use of. Complete in all: You have made us now Eyewitness Of what, Relation sparingly hath spoken. To encourage which, and that so great a merit Pass not without some meed, receive these favours, And wear them for our sake. Time bids us part. Greater than these we have for you in store, And mean hereafter to employ you more.
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PlayAmphrisa, or The Forsaken Shepherdess (Polopaea and Alope)
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1637
First performance / composition (Annals)1635
First performance (BritDrama)1635 [1630-1637]
Genre (British Drama)pastoral
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1065 · TCP A03241 · DEEP 5105.03
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 276–344 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 5 in this edition
Length466 words · 604 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T62 — The courtier as a type: fashion, affectation and foreign manners at 0.795
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
We that have knowne no greater ſtate Than this we live in, praiſe our fate: For Courtly ſilkes in cares are ſpent, When Countries ruſſet breeds content. The power of Scepters we admire; But ſheep-bookes for our uſe deſire. Simple and low is our condition; For here with us is no ambition. We with the Sunne our flockes unfold, Whoſe riſing makes their fleeces gold. "Our muſick from the birds we borrow; "They bidding us, we them, good morrow. Nay, faire ones, what you have begun in ſong, Continue in diſcourſe: Wee would heare more Of your pleas'd life. Your highneſſe may command. Our habits are but courſe and plaine, Yet they defend from wind and raine. As warme too, in an equall eye As thoſe be, ſtain'd in Scarlet dye. Thoſe that have plenty weare (we ſee) But one at once; and ſo doe we. The Shepheard with his home-ſpun Laſſe As many merry houres doth paſſe, As Courtiers with their coſtly Girles, Though richly deckt in gold and pearles: And though but plaine, to purpoſe woo, Nay oft-times with leſſe danger too. Thoſe that delight in dainties ſtore, One ſtomack feed at once, no more. And when with homely fare we feaſt, With us it doth as well digeſt: And many times wee better ſpeed; For our wild fruits no ſurfets breed, If we ſometimes the Willow weare, By ſubtill Swaines that dare forſweare. We wonder whence it comes, and feare, Th' have beene at Court, and learn'd it there. If any Lady then ſhall pleaſe, Whoſe cheeke lookes pale through my diſeaſe, By any faithleſſe ſervant, or falſe friend, (Being cur'd myſelfe) this I can give or lend. Beleeve't, a ſweet concluſion: for oft-times Such things fall out. But we have further heard (Beſides what now our eares are witneſſe to) That as your words keepe time, your voices tune; So hath the curious motion of your feet Beene taught to know true meaſure. You can dance? Yes royall Princeſſe, as we ſing and ſpeake, After ſuch rurall faſhion. If no worſe, It may become a Theatre of eyes, Yet wreſt no bluſhes from you. Will you then, Since that we parallell in number thus, Helpe us to fill a meaſure? So wee thought There might no jarring diſcords grow from us, To ſpoile your better muſick. No ſuch feare. Come then, ſuch muſicke as the place will yeeld, Wee'l inſtantly make vſe of. Compleat in all: You have made us now Eie-witnes Of what, Relation ſparingly hath ſpoke. To encourage which, and that ſo great a merit Paſſe not without ſome meed, receive theſe favors, And weare them for our ſake. Time bids us part. Greater than theſe we have for you in ſtore, And mean hereafter to employ you more.