D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.82 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Yes, and that Cornelia; as sure as the black ouzel Has a yellow mouth, that whistles me awake. 'tis she, or I am fond. O my Franciscus! O my dearest Lord! There needs no more for confirmation: What make they here? Do not undo me wonder. ne'er had two ragged coats more orient pearls, Than you two shells do hide: 'tis she, or I am fond, Leap not forth with joy, such needy robes Should wrap the shoulders of necessity, When winter falls the Leaf: happy Antonio, I am disguised, and so, if that my speech reveal not, Without suspect I may obtain my wish, And have all doubts resolved: I'll greet 'em. Bonny wight, whate'er you be, Luck be in your company: Are you Sylvanus, say to me? None such, good Shepherd. Deft and trim ones mickle glee, Be you what you please to be, Some disaster tend by ye, Never, never more. A me unfortunate. Welladay, now by my Creed, And my merry Oaten Reed, Sike another rousing sigh Would well split me gay and blithe: Let a loutish Clown partake, Why this sobbing dole you make? O inconstant world. A me unfortunate. Wonderment of woe relate If simpleness you might not scorn, How you happed to be forlorn. The story would be too tedious for the time, And would undo the speaker: Friend no more, You shall do well to leave us. Be not all too keen, bright star, If my pertness went too far, Mercy is the doom I sue, Good things never meant more true, Than the silly shepherd did, Late when he your sorrow bid: Discourse the means merry Pan, And the sagest gods do scan; Wherefore was it? well a near, You foul mucky cloud I fear Will besprint us, Poebus twain, If so list you but to deign A poor shepherds entertain, Welcome should you be, I wiss, Nor thing comely should you miss, Though not courtly: answer make, Will you my small feasting take? The rain begins to fall; Sister accept the Shepherd's courtesy, His simpleness cannot but mean well sure. Even what you please: Whither I go, or wheresoever I rest, Sorrow with me, and I with sorrow feast. Welcome, welcome, welcome still, Never with a freer will Was welcome spoken, by the sky; Welcome, welcome heartily. Alack, alack, the rotten south 'Gins to ope his dewy mouth, Time to hide you: Father meek Give kind welcome, I beseek, To these white ones, bonny girls, Welcomer than heaps of Pearls. You see our Cave, and make as bold as welcome. Receive my adorations Queen of chance, Thou never gav'st that jewel to that man, was half so well esteemed; my hopes have their desires, Phemone, blessed success; nothing that's amiss, but I shall understand: disguise I thank thee, joy ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak; they part not soon.
nodes 957–1028 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 46 in this edition
Length
483 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.819 (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)
Yes, and that Cornelia; as ſure as the black Ouſell Has a yellow mouth, that whiſtles me awake. Tis ſhe, or I am fond. O my Franciſcus! O my deareſt Lord! There needs no more for confirmation: What make they here? Doe not undoe me wonder. Ne're had two ragged coats more orient pearles, Than you two ſhells doe hide: 'tis ſhe, or I am fond, Leap not forth with joy, ſuch needy robes Should wrap the ſhoulders of neceſſity, When winter falls the Leafe: happy Antonio, I am diſguiſed, and ſo, if that my ſpeech reveale not, Without ſuſpect I may obtaine my wiſh, And have all doubts reſolv'd: Ile greet 'em. Bonny wight, what e're you be, Lucke be in your company: Are you Sylvanus, ſay to me? None ſuch, good Shepheard. Deft and trim ones mickle glee, Be you what you pleaſe to be, Some diſaſter tend by yee, Never, never more. A me unfortunate. Welladay, now by my Creed, And my merry Oaten Reed, Sike another rouſing ſigh Would well ſplit me gay and blith: Let a loutiſh Clowne partake, Why this ſobbing dole you make? O inconſtant world. A me unfortunate. Wonderment of woe relate If ſimpleneſſe you might not ſcorne, How you hapt to be forlorne. The ſtory would be too tedious for the time, And would undoe the ſpeaker: Friend no more, You ſhall doe well to leave us. Be not all too keene, bright ſtarre, If my pertneſſe went too farre, Mercy is the doome I ſue, Good things never meant more true, Than the ſilly ſhepheard did, Late wen he your ſorrow bid: Diſcourſe the meanes merry Pan, And the ſageſt gods doe ſcan; Wherefore was it? well a neare, You foule mucky cloud I feare Will be ſprint us, Poebus twaine, If ſo liſt you but to daine A poore ſhepheards entertaine, Welcome ſhould you be, I wiſſe, Nor thing comely ſhould you miſſe, Though not courtly: anſwer make, Will you my ſmall feaſting take? The raine begins to fall; Siſter accept the Shepheards courteſie, His ſimpleneſſe cannot but meane well ſure. Even what you pleaſe: Whither I goe, or whereſoe're I reſt, Sorrow with me, and I with ſorrow feaſt. Welcome, welcome, welcome ſtill, Never with a freer will Was welcome ſpoken, by the skie; Welcome, welcome heartily. Alacke, alacke, the rotten ſouth 'Gins to ope his dewy mouth, Time to hide you: Father meeke Give kind welcome, I beſeeke, To theſe white ones, bonny girles, Welcommer than heaps of Pearles. You ſee our Cave, and make as bold as welcome. Receive my adorations Queene of chance, Thou never gav'ſt that jewell to that man, was halfe ſo wel eſteem'd; my hopes have their deſires, Phemone, bleſt ſucceſſe; nothing that's amiſſe, but I ſhall underſtand: diſguiſe I thanke thee, joy ties up my tongue, and will not let mee ſpeake; they part not ſoone.