Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.82 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
I see I am undone. Come no matter for that, you love my Daughter? By Pan; but come, no matter for that; you my Hilace? Nay good Duck, do not vex yourself; what though he loves her? you know she will not have him. Come, no matter for that; I will vex myself, and vex him too, shall such an idle fellow as he strive to entice away honest men's children? let him go feed his flocks; but alas! he has none to trouble him; ha, ha, ha, yet he would marry my daughter. Thou art a malicious doting man, And one who cannot boast of any thing But that she calls thee father, though I cannot Number so large a flock of sheep as thou, Nor send so many cheeses to the City, Yet in my mind I am an Emperor If but compared with thee. Of what place I pray? 'Tis of some new discovered Country, is't not? Prithee good Wintor if thou wilt be talking, Keep thy breath in a little, for it smells Worse than a Goat; yet thou must talk, For thou hast nothing left thee of a woman But lust, and tongue Shepherd, here's none so taken with your wit But you might spare it; if you be so lavish, You'll have none left another time to make The song of the forsaken Lover with. I'm dumb, my lips are sealed, sealed up for ever May my rash tongue forget to be interpreter, And organ of my senses, if you say, It hath offended you. Troth if you make But that condition, I shall agree to't quickly: By Pan well said Girl; what a fool was I To suspect thee of loving him? but come 'Tis no matter for that; whene'er thou married I'll add ten sheep more to thy portion, For putting this one jest upon him. Nay now I must needs tell you that your anger Is grounded with no reason to maintain it, If you intend your Daughter shall not marry him, Say so, but play not with his passion, For 'tis inhuman wit which jeers the wretched. Come 'tis no matter for that; what I do, I do; I shall not need your counsel. I hope my husband and I have enough wisdom To govern our own child; if we want any 'Twill be to little purpose, I dare say, To come to borrow some of you. 'Tis very likely pretty Mistress Maukin, You with a face looks like a winter apple When 'tis shrunk up together and half rotten, I'd see you hanged up for a thing to scare The crows away before I'll spend my breath To teach you any. Alas good shepherd! What do you imagine that I should love you for? For all my services, the virtuous zeal And constancy with which I ever wooed you, Though I were blacker than a starless night, Or consciences where guilt and horror dwell, Although splay-legged, crooked, deformed in all parts, And but the Chaos only of a man; Yet if I love and honour you, humanity Would teach you not to hate, or laugh at me.
nodes 206–265 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 41 in this edition
Length
528 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.816 (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)
I see I am undone. Come no matter for that, you love my Daughter? By Pan; but come, no matter for that; you my Hilace? Nay good Duck, doe not vexe your selfe; what though he loves her? you know she will not have him. Come, no matter for that; I will vex my selfe, and vex him too, shall such an idle fellow as he strive ro entice away honest mens children? let him goe feed his flocks; but alas! he has none to trouble him; ha, ha, ha, yet hee would marry my daughter. Thou art a malicious doting man, And one who cannot boast of any thing But that shee calls thee father, though I cannot Number so large a flock of sheepe as thou, Nor send so many cheeses to the City, Yet in my mind I am an Emperour If but compar'd with thee. Of what place I pray? 'Tis of some new discovered Countrey, is't not? Prithee good Wintor if thou wilt be talking, Keepe thy breath in a little, for it smells Worse then a Goat; yet thou must talke, For thou hast nothing left thee of a woman But lust, and tongue Shepheard, here's none so taken with your wit But you might spare it; if you be so lavish, You'le have none left another time to make The song of the forsaken Lover with. I'me dumbe, my lips are seal'd, seal'd up for ever May my rash tongue forget to be interpreter, And organ of my senses, if you say, It hath offended you. Troth if you make But that condition, I shall agree to't quickly: By Pan well said Girle; what a foole was I To suspect thee of loving him? but come 'Tis no matter for that; when e're thou maried I'le adde ten sheepe more to thy portion, For putting this one jest upon him. Nay now I must needs tell you that your anger Is grounded with no reason to maintaine it, If you intend your Daughter shall not marry him, Say so, but play not with his passion, For 'tis inhumane wit which jeeres the wretched. Come 'tis no matter for that; what I doe, I doe; I shall not need your counsell. I hope my husband and I have enough wisdome To governe our owne child; if we want any 'Twill be to little purpose, I dare say, To come to borrow some of you. 'Tis very likely pritty Mistris Maukin, You with a face lookes like a winter apple When 'tis shrunke up together and halfe rotten, I'de see you hang'd up for a thing to skare The crowes away before Ile spend my breath To teach you any. Alas good shepheard! What doe you imagine that I should love you for? For all my services, the vertuous zeale And constancie with which I ever woed you, Though I were blacker then a starlesse night, Or consciences where guilt and horror dwell, Although splay-legd, crooked, deform'd in all parts, And but the Chao's only of a man; Yet if I love and honor you, humanitie Would teach you not to hate, or laugh at me.