Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1589 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.66 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Doth Pan talk of the passions of love? of the passions of divine love? O, how that word Daphne wounds Apollo, pronounced by the barbarous mouth of Pan. I fear his breath will blast the fair Green, if I dazzle not his eyes, that he may not behold it. Thy pipe a Nymph? some hag rather, haunting these shady groves, and desiring not thy love, but the fellowship of such a monster. What God is Pan but the god of beasts, of woods, and hills? excluded from heaven, and in earth not honoured. Break thy pipe, or with my sweet lute will I break thy heart. Let not love enter into those savage lips, a word for Ioue, for Apollo, for the heavenly gods, whose thoughts are gods, & Gods are all love. Apollo, I told thee before that Pan was a God, I tell thee now again, as great a god as Apollo, I had almost said a greater: and because thou shalt know I care not to tell my thoughts, I say a greater. Pan feels the passions of love deeply engraven in his heart, with as fair nymphs, with as great fortune, as Apollo, as Neptune, as Ioue; and better than Pan can none describe love. Not Apollo, not Neptune, not Ioue. My Temple is in Arcady, where they burn continual flames to Pan. In Arcady is mine Oracle, where Erato the Nymph giveth answers for Pan. In Arcady the place of Love, is the honour of Pan. I but I am God of hills. So I am Apollo, and that of Hills so high, as I can pry into the juggling of the highest Gods. Of woods? So I am Apollo, of woods so thick, that thou with thy beams canst not pierce them. I knew Apollo's prying, I knew mine own jealousy. Sun and shadow cousen one another. Be thou Sun still, the shadow is fast at thy heels Apollo. I as near to thy love, as thou to mine. A Carter with his whistle & his whip in true ear, moves as much as Phoebus with his fiery chariot, and winged horses. Love-leaves are as well for country porridge, as heavenly nectar. Love made Iupiter a goose, and Neptune a swine, and both for love of an earthly mistress. What hath made Pan, or any God on earth (for gods on earth can change their shapes) turn themselves for an heavenly Goddess? Believe me Apollo, our groves are pleasanter than your heavens, our Milkmaids than your Goddesses, our rude ditties to a pipe than your sonnets to a lute. Here is flat faith amo amas; where you cry, o utinam amarent vel non amassem. I let pass (Apollo) thy hard words, as calling Pan monster; which is as much, as to call all monsters: for Pan is all, Apollo but one. But touch thy strings, and let these Nymphs decide.
nodes 311–312 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 30 in this edition
Length
486 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.659 (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)
Doth Pan talke of the passions of loue? of the passions of deuine loue? O, how that word Daphne wounds Apollo, pronounced by the barbrous mouth of Pan. I feare his breath will blaste the faire Greene, if I dazel not his eyes, that he may not behold it. Thy pipe a Nimph? some hag rather, hanting these shady groues, and desiring not thy loue, but the fellowship of such a monster. What God is Pan but the god of beastes, of woods, and hilles? excluded from heauen, and in earth not honoured. Breake thy pipe, or with my sweet lute will I breake thy heart. Let not loue enter into those sauage lips, a word for Ioue, for Apollo, for the heauenlie gods, whose thoughts are gods, & Gods are all loue. Apollo, I tolde thee before that Pan was a God, I tell thee now againe, as great a god as Apollo, I had almost said a greater: and because thou shalt know I care not to tel my thoghts, I say a greater. Pan feeles the passions of loue deeply engrauen in his heart, with as faire Nimphs, with as great fortune, as Apollo, as Neptune, as Ioue; and better than Pan can none describe loue. Not Apollo, not Neptune, not Ioue. My Temple is in Arcadie, where they burne continuall flames to Pan. In Arcadie is mine Oracle, where Erato the Nymphe geeueth aunsweres for Pan. In Arcadie the place of Loue, is the honour of Pan. I but I am God of hilles. So I am Apollo, and that of Hilles so high, as I can prie into the iugling of the highest Gods. Of woods? So I am Apollo, of woods so thicke, that thou with thy beames canst not pierce them. I knew Apolloes prying, I knewe mine owne iealouzie. Sunne and shadow cousen one another. Be thou Sun still, the shadow is fast at thy heeles Apollo. I as neere to thy loue, as thou to mine. A Carter with his whistle & his whip in true eare, mooues as much as Phoebus with his fierie chariot, and winged horses. Loue-leaues are as wel for countrie porridge, as heauenly nectar. Loue made Iupiter a goose, and Neptune a swine, and both for loue of an earthlie mistresse. What hath made Pan, or any God on earth (for gods on earth can change their shapes) turne themselues for an heauenly Goddesse? Beleeue me Apollo, our groues are pleasanter than your heauens, our Milk-maides than your Goddesses, our rude ditties to a pipe than your sonnets to a lute. Heere is flat faith amo amas; where you crie, ô vtinam amarent vel non amassem. I let passe (Apollo) thy hard words, as calling Pan monster; which is as much, as to call all monsters: for Pan is all, Apollo but one. But touch thy strings, and let these Nymphs decyde.