Pan's Anniversary, or The Shepherds' Holiday · chunk 4 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 0.75 · 585 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Hear O you groves, and hills resound his worth. And while his powers, and praises thus we sing The Valleys let rebound, and all the rivers ring. PAN is our All, by him we breath, we live, We move, we are; 'Tis he our lambs doth rear, Our flocks doth bless, and from the store doth give The warm and finer fleeces that we wear. He keeps away all heats, and colds, Drives all diseases from our folds: Makes every where the spring to devil, The Ewes to feed, their udders swell; But if he frown, the sheep (alas) The Shepherds whither, and the grass. Strive, strive, to please him than by still increasing thus The rites are due to him, who doth all right for us. If yet, if yet Pan's orgies you will further fit, See where the silver-footed Fayes do sit, The Nymphs of wood and water; Each trees, and Fountain's daughter, Go take them forth, it will be good To see some wave it like a wood, And others wind it like a flood; In springs, And rings, Till the applause it brings, Wakes Echo from her seat, The closes to repeat. (EACH. The closes to repeat) Echo the truest Oracle on ground, Though nothing but a sound. (EACH. Though nothing but a sound.) Beloved of Pan, the Valleys Queen (EACH. The Valleys Queen) And often heard, though never seen, (EACH. Though never seen.) Room, room there: where are you Shepherd? I am come again with my second part of my bold Bloods, the brave Gamesters: who assure you by me, that they perceive no such wonder in all is done here, but that they dare adventure another trial. They look for some sheepish devises here in Arcadia, not these, and therefore a hall, a hall they demand. Nay, than they are past pity, let them come, and not expect the anger of a Deity to pursue them, but meet them. They have their punishment with their fact. They shall be sheep. O spare me, by the law of Nations, I am but their Ambassador. You speak in time Sir. Now let them return with their solide heads, and carry their stupidity into Boeotia, whence they brought it, with an emblem of themselves, and their Country. This is too pure an air for so gross Brains. End you the rites, and so be eased Of these, and than great Pan is pleased. Great Pan the Father of our peace, and pleasure, Who giv'st us all this leisure, Hear what thy hallowd troop of Herdsmen pray For this their Holiday, And how their vows to Thee, they in Lycaeum pay. So may our Ewes receive the mounting Rams, And we bring thee the earliest of our Lambs: So may the first of all our fells be thine, And both the beestning of our Goats, and Kine As thou our folds dost still secure, And keep'st our fountains sweet and pure Driv'st hence the Wolf, the Toad, the Brock, Or other vermin from the flock. That we preserved by Thee, and thou observed by us May both live safe in shade of thy loved Maenalus. Now each return unto his Charge, And though to day you have lived at large, And well your flocks have fed their fill, Yet do not trust your hirelings still. See, yond they go, and timely do The office you have put them to, But if you often give this leave Your sheep, and you they will deceive.
nodes 76–141 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 4 in this edition
Length
585 words · 791 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.746 (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)
Heare O you groves, and hills reſound his worth. And while his powers, and praiſes thus we ſing The Valleys let rebound, and all the rivers ring. PAN is our All, by him we breath, wee live, Wee move, we are; 'Tis he our lambes doth reare, Our flocks doth bleſſe, and from the ſtore doth give The warme and finer fleeces that we weare. He keepes away all heates, and colds, Drives all diſeaſes from our folds: Makes every where the ſpring to dwell, The Ewes to feed, their udders ſwell; But if he frowne, the ſheepe (alas) The Shepheards wither, and the graſſe. Strive, ſtrive, to pleaſe him then by ſtill increaſing thus The rites are due to him, who doth all right for us. If yet, if yet Pans orgies you will further fit, See where the ſilver-footed Fayes doe ſit, The Nymphes of wood and water; Each trees, and Fountaines daughter, Goe take them forth, it will be good To ſee ſome wave it like a wood, And others wind it like a flood; In ſprings, And rings, Till the applauſe it brings, Wakes Eccho from her ſeate, The cloſes to repeate. (ECH. The cloſes to repeate) Eccho the trueſt Oracle on ground, Though nothing but a ſound. (ECH. Though nothing but a ſound.) Belov'd of Pan, the Vallyes Queene (ECH. The Valleyes Queene) And often heard, though never ſeene, (ECH. Though never ſeene.) Roome, roome there: where are you Shepheard? I am come againe with my ſecond part of my bold Bloods, the brave Gameſters: who aſſure you by me, that they perceive no ſuch wonder in all is done here, but that they dare adventure another tryall. They looke for ſome ſheepiſh deviſes here in Arcadia, not theſe, and therefore a hall, a hall they demand. Nay, then they are paſt pittie, let them come, and not expect the anger of a Deitie to purſue them, but meet them. They have their puniſhment with their fact. They ſhall be ſheepe. O ſpare me, by the law of Nations, I am but their Ambaſſadour. You ſpeake in time Sir. Now let them returne with their ſolide heads, and carry their ſtupiditie into Boeotia, whence they brought it, with an embleme of themſelves, and their Countrey. This is too pure an aire for ſo groſſe Braines. End you the rites, and ſo be eas'd Of theſe, and then great Pan is pleas'd. Great Pan the Father of our peace, and pleaſure, Who giv'ſt us all this leaſure, Heare what thy hallowd troope of Herdſmen pray For this their Holy-day, And how their vowes to Thee, they in Lycaeum pay. So may our Ewes receive the mounting Rammes, And wee bring thee the earlieſt of our Lambes: So may the firſt of all our fells be thine, And both the beeſtning of our Goates, and Kine As thou our folds doſt ſtill ſecure, And keep'ſt our fountaines ſweet and pure Driv'ſt hence the Wolfe, the Tode, the Brock, Or other vermine from the flock. That wee preſerv'd by Thee, and thou obſerv'd by us May both live ſafe in ſhade of thy lov'd Maenalus. Now each returne unto his Charge, And though to day you have liv'd at large, And well your flocks have fed their fill, Yet doe not truſt your hirelings ſtill. See, yond' they goe, and timely doe The office you have put them to, But if you often give this leave Your ſheepe, and you they will deceave.