Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.77 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
This is the luckiest jest ever came from me. Let a Soldier use no other Scribe to draw The form of his petition. This will speed When your thrice humble supplications, With prayers for increase of health and honours To their grave Lordships shall as soon as read Be pocketed up, the cause no more remembered. When this dumb Rhetoric.— Well, I have a life, Which I in thankfulness for your great favours, My noble Lords, when you please to command it, Must never think mine own. Broker, be happy, These golden birds fly to thee. You are dull, Sir, And seem not to be taken with the passage You saw presented. Passage? I observed none, My thoughts were elsewhere busied. Ha! she is In danger to be lost, to be lost for ever, If speedily I come not to her rescue, For so my Genius tells me. What Chimaeras Work on your fantasy? Fantasies? They are truths. Where is my Theocrine? You have plotted To rob me of my Daughter: bring me to her, Or I'll call down the Saints to witness for me: You are inhospitable. You amaze me Your Daughter's sake, and now exchanging courtship With my son her servant, why do you hear this With such distracted looks? since to that end You brought her hither? 'tis confessed I did, But now pray you pardon me, and if you please Ere she deliver up her virgin fort, I would observe what is the art he uses In planting his artillery against it, She is my only care, nor must she yield But upon noble terms. 'tis so determined. Yet I am jealous. Overmuch I fear. What passions are these? Come I will bring you Where you, with these if they so please, may see The love-scene acted. There is something more Than fatherly love in this. We wait upon you. Since then you meet my flames with equal order As you profess, it is your bounty mistress, Nor must I call it debt, yet 'tis your glory, That your excess supplies my want, and makes thee Strong in my weakness, which could never be, But in your good opinion. You teach me Sir, What I should say, since from your san of favour, I like dim Phoebe, in herself Borrow that light I have. Which you return With large increase (since that you will o'ercome And I dare not contend) were you but pleased To make what's yet divided one. I have Already in my wishes, modesty Forbids me to speak more. but what assurance, (But still without offence) may I demand That may secure me that your heart tongue Join to make up this harmony? Choose any Suiting your love distinguished from lust, To ask and mine to grant. Yonder they are. At distance too, 'tis yet well. I may take then This hand, and with a thousand burning kisses, Swear 'tis the anchor to my hopes? You may Sir. This is somewhat too much. And this done, view myself In these true mirrors.
nodes 1462–1543 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 37 in this edition
Length
509 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T25 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This is the luckiest jest ever came from me. Let a Souldier use no other Scribe to draw The forme of his petition. This will speed When your thrice humble supplications, With prayers for encrease of health and honours To their grave Lordships shall as soone as read Be pocketred up, the cause no more remembred. When this dumb Rhetorique.—Well, I have a life, Which I in thankfulnesse for your great favours, My noble Lords, when you please to command it, Must never thinke mine owne. Broker, be happie, These golden birds flie to thee. You are dull, Sir, And seeme not to be taken with the passage You saw presented. Passage? I observ'd none, My thoughts were elsewhere busied. Ha! she is In danger to be lost, to be lost for ever, If speedily I come not to her rescue, For so my Genius tels me. What Chira's Worke on your phantasie? Phantasies? They are truth. Where is my Theocrine? You have plotted To rob me of my Daughter bring me to her, Or I'll call downe the Saints to witnesse for me: You are inhospitable. You amaze me Your Daughter' sake, and now exchanging With my sonne her servant, why doe you heare this With such distracted lookes? since to that end You brought her hither? Tis confess'd I did, But now pray you pardon me, and if you please Ere she deliver up her virgin fort, I would observe what is the art he uses In planting his artillery against it, She is my only care, nor must she yield But upon noble termes. Tis so determind. Yet I am jealous. Overmuch I feare. What passions are these? Come I will bring you Where you, with thse if they so please, may see The love-saene acted. There is something more Then fatherly love in this. We wayt upon you. Since then you meet my flames with equall order As you professe, it is your boty mistresse, Nor must I call it debt, yet tis your glory, That your excesse supplies my want, and makes Strong in my weakenesse, which could never bee, But in your good opinion. You teach me Sir, What I should say, since from your san of favour, I like dimme Phoebe, in her elfe Borrow that light I have. Which you returne With large increase (since that you will recome And I dare pleas'd To make what's yet divided one. I have Already in my wishes, modesty Forbids me to speake more. but what assurance, (But still without offence) may I demand That may secure me that your heart tongue Joyne to make up this harmonie? Choose any Suiting your love distinguished from lust, To aske and mine to grant. Yonder they are. At distance too, is yet well. I may take then This hand, and with a thousand burning kisses, Sweare tis the anchor to my hopes? You may Sir. This is somewhat too much. And this done, view my selfe In these true mirrors.