Pan's Anniversary, or The Shepherds' Holiday · chunk 3 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1620 [Jun 19(?)] [incorrect] (Annals) pastoral; masque · before the Court T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.65 · 558 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Nay, we have made our provisions beyond example, I hope. For to these there is annexed a Clock-keeper, a grave person, as Time himself, who is to see that they all keep time to a nick, and move every elbow in order, every knee in compass. He is to wind them up, and draw them down as he sees cause; Than is there a subtle shrewd-bearded Sir, that hath been a Politician, but is now a maker of Mousetraps, a great Engineer yet; and he is to catch the Lady's favours in the Dance with certain cringes he is to make; and to bait their benevolence. Nor can we doubt of the success, for we have a Prophet amongst us of that peremptory pate, a Tailor, or master Fashioner, that hath found it out in a painted cloth, or some old hanging (for those are his Library) that we must conquer in such a time, and such a half time, therefore bids us go on cross-legged, or however thread the needles of our own happiness, go throughstitch with all, unwind the clew of our cares, he hath taken measure of our minds, and will fit our fortune to our footing. And to better assure us; at his own charge, brings his Philosopher with him, a a great Clerk, who (they say) can writ, and it is shrewdly suspected but he can read too: And he is to take the whole Dances from the foot by brachygraphy, and so make a memorial, if not a map of the business. Come forth lads, and do your own turns. How like you this Shepherd? was not this gear gotten on a holiday? Faith, your folly may deserve pardon, because it hath delighted: But, beware of presuming, or how you offer comparison with persons so near Deities. Behold where they are, that are now forgiven you, whom should you provoke again with the like, they will justly punish that with anger, which they now dismiss with contempt, Away. And come you prime Arcadians forth, that taught By PAN the rites of true society, From his loud Music, all your manners wrought And made your Commonwealth a harmony Commending so to all posterity. Your innocence from that fair Fount of light As still you sit without the injury Of any rudeness, Folly can, or spite: Dance from the top of the Lycaean mountain Down to this valley, and with nearer eye Enjoy, what long in that illumined Fountain You did far of, but yet with wonder spy. 1. Of PAN we sing, the best of Singers Pan That taught us swains, how first to tune our lays, And on the pipe more airs than Phoebus can. CHO. Hear O you groves, and hills resound his praise. 2. Of Pan we sing, the best of Leaders, Pan That leads the Nayad's, and the Dryad's forth; And to their dances more than Hermes can. Hear O you groves, and hills, resound his worth. 3. Of Pan we sing, the best of Hunters, Pan That drives the Heart to seek unused ways, And in the chase more than Sylvanus can, Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his praise. 4. Of Pan we sing, the best of Shepherds, Pan, That keeps our stocks, and us, and both leads forth To better pastures than great Pales can:
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558 words · 734 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.652 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Nay, we have made our proviſions beyond example, I hope. For to theſe there is annexed a Clock-keeper, a grave perſon, as Time himſelfe, who is to ſee that they all keepe time to a nick, and move every elbow in order, every knee in compaſſe. He is to wind them up, and draw them downe as he ſees cauſe; Then is there a ſubtile ſhrewd-bearded Sir, that hath beene a Politician, but is now a maker of Mouſe-traps, a great Inginer yet; and he is to catch the Ladyes favours in the Daunce with certaine cringes he is to make; and to baite their benevolence. Nor can wee doubt of the ſucceſſe, for we have a Prophet amongſt us of that peremptorie pate, a Taylour, or maſter Faſhioner, that hath found it out in a painted cloth, or ſome old hanging (for thoſe are his Librarie) that we muſt conquer in ſuch a time, and ſuch a halfe time, therefore bids us goe on croſſe-leg'd, or however thred the needles of our owne happineſſe, goe through-ſtitch with all, unwind the clew of our cares, he hath taken meaſure of our mindes, and will fit our fortune to our footing. And to better aſſure us; at his owne charge, brings his Philoſopher with him, a a great Clerke, who (they ſay) can write, and it is ſhrewdly ſuſpected but he can read too: And he is to take the whole Daunces from the foot by Brachygraphie, and ſo make a memoriall, if not a map of the buſineſſe. Come forth lads, and doe your owne turnes. How like you this Shepheard? was not this geare gotten on a holy-day? Faith, your folly may deſerve pardon, becauſe it hath delighted: But, beware of preſuming, or how you offer compariſon with perſons ſo neere Deities. Behold where they are, that are now forgiven you, whom ſhould you provoke againe with the like, they will juſtly puniſh that with anger, which they now diſmiſſe with contempt, Away. And come you prime Arcadians forth, that taught By PAN the rites of true ſocietie, From his loud Muſicke, all your manners wraught And made your Common-wealth a harmonie Commending ſo to all poſteritie. Your innocence from that faire Fount of light As ſtill you ſit without the injurie Of any rudeneſſe, Folly can, or ſpight: Daunce from the top of the Lycaean mountaine Downe to this valley, and with neerer eye Enjoy, what long in that illumin'd Fountaine You did farre of, but yet with wonder ſpye. 1. Of PAN we ſing, the beſt of Singers Pan That taught us ſwaines, how firſt to tune our layes, And on the pipe more aires then Phoebus can. CHO. Heare O you groves, and hills reſound his praiſe. 2. Of Pan we ſing, the beſt of Leaders, Pan That leads the Nayad's, and the Dryad's forth; And to their daunces more then Hermes can. Heare O you groves, and hills, reſound his worth. 3. Of Pan we ſing, the beſt of Hunters, Pan That drives the Heart to ſeeke unuſed wayes, And in the chace more then Sylvanus can, Heare, O you groves, and hills reſound his praiſe. 4. Of Pan we ſing, the beſt of Shepherds, Pan, That keepes our ſtocks, and us, and both leads forth To better paſtures then great Pales can: