Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals) romance · Unknown T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.82 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
No passengers this morning, what not one. A chance that seldom doth befall. What not one, then lie thou there, And rest thyself till I have further need: Now Bremo sith thy leisure so affords. An endless thing, who knows not Bremo's strength Who like a king commander within these woods, The bear, the boar, dares not abide my sight, But hastes away to save themselves by flight: The crystal waters in the bubbling brooks, When I come by doth swiftly slide away, And claps themselves in closerts under banks, Afraid to look bold Bremo in the face: The aged oaks at Bremo's breath do bow, And all things else are still at my command, Else What would I? Rend them in pieces and pluck them from the earth, And each way else I would revenge myself, Why who comes here with whom I dare not fight, Who fights with me & doth not die the death; not on: What favour shows this sturdy stick to those, That here within these woods are combataines with me? Why death and nothing else but present death, With restless rage I wander through these woods, No creature here but feareth Bremo's force, Man, woman, child, beast and bird, And every thing that doth approach my sight, Are forced to fall if Bremo once but frown, Come cudgel come, my partner in my spoils, For here I see this day it will not be, But when it falls that I encounter any, One pat sufficed for to work my wil. What comes not one? then let's begun, A time will serve when we shall better speed. Shephard, thou hast heard thine accusers, Murder is laid to thy charge, What canst thou say, thou hast deserved death; Dread sovereign, I must needs confess, I slew this captain in mine own defence, Not of any malice but by chance, But mine accuser hath a further meaning. words will not here prevail, I seek for justice, & justice craves his death. Shepheard thine own confession hath condemned thee. Sirrah take him away, & do him to execution strait. So he shall I warrant him, but do you hear master King, he is kin to a monkey, his neck is bigger than is head. Come sirrah away with him, and hang him about the middle. Yes forsooth I warrant you, come on sir, a so like a sheep biter a looks. Dread sovereign and well-beloved sire. On bended kees I crave the life of this condemned shepherd, which heretofore preserved the life of thy sometime distressed daughter. K. preserved the life of my sometime distressed daughter How can that be; I never knew the time Whrein thou wast distressed, I never knew the day But that I have maintained thy state, As best beseemed the daughter of a king I never saw the shepherd until now, How comes it then that he preserved thy life?
nodes 370–426 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 22 in this edition
Length
487 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.815 (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)
No passengers this morning, vvhat not one. A chance that seldome doth befall. What not one then lie thou there, And rest thyselfe til I haue further neede: Novv Bremo sith thy leasure so affords. An endlesse thng, vvho knovves not Bremoes strength Who like a king commander vvithin these vvoods, The beare, the boare, daes not abide my sight, But hastes away to saue themselues by flight: The christall waters in the bubbling brookes, When I come by doth swiftly slide away, And claps themselues in closets vnder bankes, Afraide to looke bold Bremo in the face: The aged okes at Bremoes breath doe bowe, And all things els are still at my commaund, Els What would I? Rent them in peeces and plucke them from the earth, And each waie els I would reuenge my selfe, Why who comes heere with whome I dare not fight, Who fights with me & doth not die the death; not on: What fauour shewes this sturdie sticke to those, That heere within these woods are combataines with me? Why death and nothing else but present death, With restlesse rage I wander through these woods, No creature heere but fereth Bremoes force, Man, woman, child, beast and bird, And euery thing that doth approch my sight, Ar fost to fall if Bremo once but frowne, Come cudgel come, my partner in my spoiles, For heere I see this daie it will not be, But when it falles that I encounter anie, One pa suffised for to worke my wil. What comes not one? then lets begon, A time vvill serue vvhen vve shal better speed. Shephard, thou hast heard thine accusers, Murther is laid to thy charge, What canst thou say, thou hast deserued death; Dread soueraigne, I must needes confesse, I slewe this captaine in mine owne defence Not of any malice but by chance, But mine accuser hath a further meaning. woords will not heere preuaile, I seek for istice, & iustice craues his death. Shepheard thine owne confession hath condemned thee. Sirra take him away, & doe him to execuion straight. So hee shall I warrant him, but doe you heare maister King, he is kin to a monkie, his necke is bigger then is head. Com sirra away with him, and hang him about the middle. Yes forsooth I warrant you, come on sir, a so like a sheepe biter a lookes. Dread soueraigne and welbeloued sire. On bended kees I craue the life of this condemned shepheard, which heertofore preserued the life of thy sometime distressed daughter. K. preserued the life of my somtime distressed daughter How can that be; I neuer knew the time Whrein thou wast distest, I neuer knew the daie But that I haue maintained thy state, As best beseemd the daughter of a king I neuer saw the shepheard vntil now, Hovv comes it then that he preserud thy life?