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 0.69 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Those Nymphs shall decide, unless thy rude speech have made them deaf: as for any other answer to Pan, take this, that it becometh not Apollo to answer Pan. Pan is all, and all is Pan; thou art Pan and all, all Pan and tinkerly. But to this music, wherein all thy shame shall be seen, and all my skill. In the chase, I lost all my company, and missed the game too, I think Midas shall in all things be unfortunate. What is he that talketh? Midas the unfortunate King of Phrygia. To be a King is next being to a God. Thy fortune is not bad: what is thy folly? To abuse a God. An ungrateful part of a King. But Midas, seeing by chance thou art come, or sent by some God of purpose; none can in the earth better judge of Gods, than Kings. Sit down with these Nymphs. I am Apollo, this Pan, both Gods. We contend for sovereignty in Music. Seeing it happens in earth, we must be judged of those on earth; in which there are none more worthy than Kings and Nymphs. Therefore give ear, that thy judgement err not. If Gods you be, although I dare wish nothing of God's, being so deeply wounded with wishing; yet let my judgement prevail before these Nymphs, if we agree not, because I am a King. There must be no condition, but judge Midas, and judge Nymphs. Then thus I begin both my song and my play. O divine Apollo, o sweet consent! If the God of Music should not be above our reach, who should? I like it not. Now let me tune my pipes. I cannot pipe & sing, that's the odds in the instrument, not the art: but I will pipe and then sing; and then judge both of the art and instrument. Hast thou done Pan? ay, and done well, as I think. Now Nymphs, what say you? we all say that Apollo hath showed himself both a God, and of music the God; Pan himself a rude Satire, neither keeping measure, nor time; his piping as far out of tune, as his body out of form. To thee divine Apollo, we give the prize and reverence. But what says Midas? methinks there's more sweetness in the pipe of Pan, than Apollo's lute; I brook not that nice tickling of strings, that contents me that makes one start. What a shrillness came into mine ears out of that pipe, and what a goodly noise it made? Apollo, I must needs judge that Pan deserveth most praise. Blessed be Midas, worthy to be a God: these girls, whose ears do but itch with daintiness, geue the verdict without weighing the virtue; they have been brought up in chambers with soft music, not where I make the woods ring with my pipe, Midas. Wretched, unworthy to be a King, thou shalt know what it is to displease Apollo. I will leave thee but the two last letters of they name, to be thy whole name; which if thou canst not guess, touch thine cares, they shall tell thee.
nodes 313–334 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 30 in this edition
Length
526 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.688 (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)
Those Nymphes shall decide, vnlesse thy rude speach haue made them deafe: as for anie other aunswere to Pan, take this, that it becommeth not Apollo to aunswere Pan. Pan is all, and all is Pan; thou art Pan and all, all Pan and tinkerly. But to this musick, wherin all thy shame shall be seene, and all my skill. In the chase, I lost all my companie, and missed the game too, I thinke Mydas shall in all things be vnfortunate. What is he that talketh? Mydas the vnfortunate King of Phrygia. To be a King is next being to a God. Thy fortune is not bad: what is thy follie? To abuse a God. An vngratefull part of a King. But Mydas, seeing by chaunce thou art come, or sent by some God of purpose; none can in the earth better iudge of Gods, than Kings. Sit downe with these Nymphes. I am Apollo, this Pan, both Gods. We contend for souereigntie in Musicke. Seeing it happens in earth, we must be iudged of those on earth; in which there are none more worthie than Kings and Nymphes. Therefore giue eare, that thy iudgement erre not. If Gods you be, althogh I dare wish nothing of Gods, being so deeply wounded with wishing; yet let my iudgement preuaile before these Nymphes, if we agree not, because I am a King. There must be no condition, but iudge Mydas, and iudge Nymphes. Then thus I begin both my song and my play. O diuine Apollo, ô sweete consent! If the God of Musicke should not be aboue our reach, who should? I like it not. Now let me tune my pipes. I cannot pipe & sing, thats the ods in the instrument, not the art: but I will pipe and then sing; and then iudge both of the art and instrument. Hast thou done Pan? I, and done well, as I thinke. Now Nymphes, what say you? Wee all say that Apollo hath shewed himselfe both a God, and of musicke the God; Pan himselfe a rude Satyre, neither keeping measure, nor time; his piping as farre out of tune, as his bodie out of forme. To thee diuine Apollo, wee giue the prize and reuerence. But what saies Mydas? Mee thinkes theres more sweetnesse in the pipe of Pan, than Apolloes lute; I brooke not that nice tickling of strings, that contents mee that makes one start. What a shrilnes came into mine eares out of that pipe, and what a goodly noise it made? Apollo, I must needes iudge that Pan deserueth most praise. Blessed be Mydas, worthie to be a God: these girles, whose eares doo but itch with daintines, gene the verdit without weying the virtue; they haue been brought vp in chambers with soft musicke, not where I make the woods ring with my pipe, Mydas. Wretched, vnworthie to bee a King, thou shalt know what it is to displease Apollo. I will leaue thee but the two last letters of they name, to be thy whole name; which if thou canst not gesse, touch thine cares, they shall tell thee.