Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Approach, and without trembling, walk upon; Play with their stings, which though to me not dangerous, I could, to your destruction, turn upon yourselves, and punish with too late repentance. But you shall live, and what your malice meant, My ruin, I will turn to all your safeties, And you shall witness: Hence, you frightful monsters, Go hide, and bury your deformed heads For ever in the sea; from this time be This Island free from beasts of venomous natures: The Shepherd shall not be afraid hereafter, To trust his eyes with-sleep upon the hills; The travellers shall have no suspicion, Or fear, to measure with his wearied limbs The silent shades; but walk through every brake, Without more guard than his own innocence. The very earth and wood shall have this blessing (Above what other Christian Nations boast) Although transported where these Serpents live And multiply, one touch shall soon destroy 'em. See how they all obey him, Archimagus. Confusion: All my Art is trampled on. Can neither man, nor beast, nor Devil hurt him? Support me, fellow-Priests; I sink, I feel The ground bend with my weight upon it, ha! The earth is loose in the foundation, And something heavy as the world doth hang Upon my feet, and weigh me to the Centre. A sire, a dreadful fire is underneath me, And all those fiends that were my servants here, Look like tormentors, and all seem to strive, Who first shall catch my falling flesh upon Their burning pikes: There is a power above Our gods, I see too late. I fall, I fall, And in my last despair, I curse you all. Patrick, the King will kneel to thee. Oh rise, And pay to Heaven that duty. Canst forgive? Let me embrace you all, and freely give What I desire from this good man, a pardon. Thou shalt no more suspect me but possess All thy desires. The ground is shut again: Where now is Archimagus? How I shake, And court this Christian out of fear, not love? Once more visit our Palace, holy Father. The story of your sons, and what concerns Your escape, Madam, we will know hereafter; I'th' mean time be secure. We are your creatures. Our prayers and duty. I suspect him still; But fear not, our good Angels still are near us: Death at the last can but untie our frailty; 'Twere happy for our holy faith to bleed, The Blood of Martyrs is the church's seed. howe'er the Dice run Gentlemen, I am The last man borne, still at the Irish game: What say you to the Epilogue? may not I stay, And boldly ask your Verdict of the Play? I would report the Sunshine on your brow, And the soft language of the die t'allow Our labour and your Story, native known; It is but justice to affect your own; Yet this is but a part of what our Muse Intends, if the first birth you nobly use: Then give us your free votes, and let us style You Patrons of the Play, him of the I'll.
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Approach, and without trembling, walk upon; Play with their stings, which though to me not dangerous, I could, to your destruction, turne upon Your selves, and punish with too late repentance. But you shall live, and what your malice meant, My ruiue, I will turne to all your safeties, And you shall witnesse: Hence, you frightfull monsters, Go hide, and burie your deformed heads For ever in the sea; from this time be This Iland free from beasts of venomons natures: The Shepherd shall not be afraid hereafter, To trust his eyes with-sleep upon the hils; The travellers shall haue no suspition, Or feare, to measure with his wearied limbs The silent shades; but walk through everie brake, Without more guard than his owne innocence. The verie earth and wood shall have this blessing (Above what other Christian Nations boast) Although transported where these Serpents live And multiply, one touch shall soone destroy 'em. See how they all obey him, Archimagus. Confusion: All my Art is trampled on. Can neither man, nor beast, nor Devill hurt him? Support me, fellow-Priests; I sink, I feele The ground bend with my weight upon it, ha! The earth is loose in the foundation, And something heavie as the world doth hang Upon my feet, and weigh me to the Center. A sire, a dreadfull fire is underneath me, And all those fiends that were my servants here, Look like tormentors, and all seeme to strive, Who first shall catch my falling flesh upon Their burning pikes: There is a power above Our gods, I see too late. I fall, I fall, And in my last despaire, I curse you all. Patrick, the King will kneele to thee. Oh rise, And pay to Heaven that dutie. Canst forgive? Let me embrace you all, and freely give What I desire from this good man, a pardon. Thou shalt no more suspect me but possesse All thy desires. The ground is shut agen: Where now is Archimagus? How I shake, And court this Christian out of feare, not love? Once more visit our Palace, holy Father. The storie of your sons, and what concernes Your escape, Madam, we will know hereafter; I'th' mean time be secure. We are your creatures. Our prayers and duty. I suspect him stil; But feare not, our good Angels still are neer us: Death at the last can but untie our frailty; 'Twere happy for our holy faith to bleed, The Blood of Martyrs is the Churches seed. HOw e're the Dyce run Gentlemen, I am The last man borne, still at the Irish game: What say you to the Epilogue? may not I stay, And boldly aske your Verdict of the Play? I would report the Sun-shine on your brow, And the soft language of the Dye t'allow Our labour and your Story, native knowne; It is but justice to affect your owne; Yet this is but a part of what our Muse Intends, if the first birth you nobly use: Then give us your free votes, and let us stile You Patrons of the Play, him of the Ile.