The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 28 of 40
Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluence back, and two doubles forward: what not one cross point against Sundays. What ho sirrah, you gone, you with the nose like an Eagle, and you be a right greek, one turn more, thieves thieves, I am robbed thieves. Is this the knavery of Fiddlers? Well, I will then bind the hole credit of their occupation on a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, and teach them to caper in a halter, that have cozened me of my money. Ah Nano, I am weary of these weeds, Weary to wield this weapon that I bore: Weary of love, from whom my woe proceeds. Weary of toil, since I have lost my dear, O weary life, where wanted no distress, But every thought is paid with heaviness. Too much of weary madame, if you please, Sit down, let weary die, and take your ease. How look I Nano like a man or no? If not a man, yet like a manly shrew. If any come and meet us on the way, What should we do if they enforce us stay. Set cap a-huff, and challenge him the field, Suppose the worst, the weak may fight to yield. The battle Nano in this troubled mind, Is far more fierce than ever we may find. The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased, But griefs of minds, by salves are not appeased. Say madam, will you hear your Nano sing? Of woe good boy, but of no other thing: What if I sing of fancy will it please? To such as hope success, such notes breed ease. What if I sing like Damon to my sheep? Like Phillis I will sit me down to weep. Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small, I'll sit me down, and sing you none at all. Oh be not angry Nano. Nay you loath, To think on that, which doth content us both. And how? You scorn disport when you are weary, And loathe my mirth, who live to make you merry. Danger and fear withdraw me from delight. 'tis virtue to contemn false Fortune's spite. What should I do to please thee friendly squire? A smile a day, is all I will require: And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me, I'll kill this cursed care, or else beshrew me. We are descried, oh Mano we are dead. Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed, Draw me your sword, if he your way withstand. And I will seek for rescue out of hand, Run Nano run, prevent thy PRINCE's death. Fear not, i'll run all danger out of breath. Ah you calletta, you strumpet, ta Matressa Doretie este, vous surprius come say your pater noster, car vous est mort par ma foy
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluence backe, and two doubles forward: what not one crosse point against Sundayes. What ho sirrha, you gone, you with the nose like an Eagle, and you be a right greeke, one turne more, theeues theeues, I am robd theeues. Is this the knauerie of Fidlers? Well, I will then binde the hole credit of their occupatiō on a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, and teach them to caper in a halter, that haue cousoned me of my money. Ah Nano, I am wearie of these weedes, Wearie to weeld this weapon that I bare: Wearie of loue, from whom my woe proceedes. Wearie of toyle, since I haue lost my deare, O wearie life, where wanted no distresse, But euery thought is paide with heauinesse. Too much of wearie madame, if you please, Sit downe, let wearie dye, and take your ease. How looke I Nano like a man or no? If not a man, yet like a manlie shrowe. If any come and meete vs on the way, What should we do if they inforce vs stay. Set cap a huffe, and challenge him the field, Suppose the worst, the weake may fight to yeeld. The battaile Nano in this troubled minde, Is farre more fierce then euer we may finde. The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased, But griefes of mindes, by salues are not appeased. Say Madame, will you heare your Nano sing? Of woe good boy, but of no other thing: What if I sing of fancie will it please? To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease. What if I sing like Damon to my sheepe? Like Phillis I will sit me downe to weepe. Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small, Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all. Oh be not angrie Nano. Nay you loath, To thinke on that, which doth content vs both. And how? You scorne desport when you are wearie, And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry. Danger and fear withdraw me from delight. Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight. What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire? A smile a day, is all I will require: And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me, Ile kill this cursed care, or else beshrowe me. We are descried, oh Mano we are dead. Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed, Drawe me your sword, if he your way withstand. And I will seeke for rescue out of hand, Run Nano runne, preuent thy Princes death. Feare not, ile run all danger out of breath. Ah you calletta, you strumpet, ta Matressa Doretie este, vous surprius come say your pater noster, car vous est mort par ma foy