Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (on tour); Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men (in London) · before the Court T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.73 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Hard by for solace in a secret Grove, The County once a day fails not to walk: There solemnly he ruminates his love. Upon those shrubs that compass in the spring, And on those trees that border in those walks, I'll slily have engraven on every bark The names of Medor and Angelica. Hard by I'll have some roundelays hung up. Wherein shallbe some posies of their loves, Fraughted so full of fiery passions, As that the County shall perceive by proof, Medor hath won his fair Angelica. Is this all my Lord? No. For thou like to a shepherd shalt be Clothed, With staff and bottle like some country swain, That tends his flocks feeding upon these downs, There see thou buzz into the Counties eats, That thou hast often seen within these woods Base Medor sporting with Angelica. And when he hears a shepherds simple tale, He will not think 'tis feigned. Then either a madding mood will end his love, Or worse betide him through fond jealousy. Excellent. My Lord, see how I will play the Shepherd. And mark thou how I play the carver, Therefore be gone, and make the ready straight. Thus all alone and like a shepherds swain, As Paris (when Oenon loud him well) Forgot he was the son of Priamus, All clad in grey sat piping on a reed; So I transformed to this Country shape, Haunting these groves to work my master's will, To plague the Palatine with jealousy, And to conceit him with some deep extreme. Here comes the man unto his wonted walk. Orgalio, go see a sentinel be placed, And bid the soldiers keep a Court of guard, So to hold watch till secret here alone, I meditate upon the thoughts of love. I will my Lord. Fair Queen of love, thou mistress of delight, Thou gladsome lamp that wait'st on Phoebe's train, Spreading thy kindness through the jarring Orbs, That in their union praise thy lasting powers. Thou that hast stayed the fiery Phlegon's course, And madest the Coachman of the glorious wain To droop, in view of Daphne's excellence. Fair pride of morn, sweet beauty of the Even, Look on Orlando languishing in love. Sweet solitary groves, whereas the Nymphs With pleasance laugh to see the satires play; Witness Orlando's faith unto his love. Tread she these lands, kind Flora boast thy pride; Seek she for shades, spread Cedars for her sake, Fair Flora make her couch amidst thy flowers, Sweet Crystal springs, wash ye with roses, When she longs to drink. Ah, thought my heaven; Ah heaven that knows my thought. Smile joy, in her that my content hath wrought. The heaven of love is but a pleasant hell, Where none but foolish wife imprisoned dwell. Orlando, what contrarious thoughts be these, That flock with doubtful motions in thy mind? Heaven smiles, & trees do boast their summer's pride: What? Venus writes her triumphs here beside. Yet when thine eye hath seen, they heart shall rue The tragic chance that shortly shall ensue.
Queen Elizabeth's Men (on tour); Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men (in London)
Theater
before the Court;
Genre (British Drama)
romance
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 236 · TCP A02125 · DEEP 189
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 484–550 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 22 in this edition
Length
508 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (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)
Hard by for solace in a secret Groue, The Countie once a day failes not to walke: There solemnly he ruminates his loue. Vpon those shrubs that compasse in the spring, And on those trees that border in those walkes, Ile slily haue engravn on everie barke The names of Medor and Angelica. Hard by Ile haue some roundelayes hung vp. Wherein shalbe some posies of their loues, Fraughted so full of fierie passions, As that the Countie shall perceiue by proofe, Medor hath won his faire Angelica. Is this all my Lord? No. For thou like to a shepheard shalt bee Cloathd, With staffe and bottle like some countrey swaine, That tends his flockes seeding vpon these downes, There see thou buzze into the Counties eates, That thou hast often seene within these woods Base Medor sporting with Angelica. And when he heares a shepheards simple tale, He will not thinke tis faind. Then either a madding mood will end his loue, Or worse betyde him through fond iealozie. Excellent. My Lord, see how I will playe the Shepheard. And marke thou how I play the caruer, Therefore be gone, and make the readie straight. Thus all alone and like a shepheards swain, As Paris (when Oenon lovd him well) Forgat he was the sonne of Priamus, All clad in gray sate piping on a reed; So I transformed to this Country shape, Haunting these groues to worke my masters will, To plague the Palatine with iealozie, And to conceipt him with some deepe extreame. Here comes the man vnto his wonted walke. Orgalio, goe see a Centernell be placde, And bid the souldiers keep a Court of gard, So to hold watch till secret here alone, I meditate vpon the thoughts of loue. I will my Lord. Faire Queene of loue, thou mistres of delight, Thou gladsome lamp that waitst on Phoebes traine, Spredding thy kindnes through the iarring Orbes, That in their vnion praise thy lasting powres. Thou that hast staid the fierie Phlegons course, And madest the Coach-man of the glorious waine To droop, in view of Daphnes excellence. Faire pride of morne, sweete beautie of the Eeuen, Looke on Orlando languishing in loue. Sweete solitarie groues, whereas the Nymphes With pleasance laugh to see the Satyres play; Witnes Orlandos faith vnto his loue. Tread she these lawnds, kinde Flora boast thy pride; Seeke she for shades, spread Cedars for her sake, Faire Flora make her couch amidst thy flowres, Sweet Christall springs, wash ye with roses, When she longs to drinke. Ah, thought my heauen; Ah heauen that knowes my thought. Smile ioy, in her that my content hath wrought. The heauen of loue is but a pleasant hell, Where none but foolish wife imprisned dwell. Orlando, what contrarious thoghts be these, That flocke with doubtfull motions in thy minde? Heavn smiles, & trees do boast their summers pride: What? Venus writes her triumphs here beside. Yet when thine eie hath seen, they hart shal rue The tragick chance that shortly shall ensue.