Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Why can thy staff tell. Why he was with me to. Then happy I that have obtained my will. And happier I, if you would go to dinner. Come sirrah, follow me. I warrant you I will not lose an inch of you now you are going to dinner, I promise you I thought seven year before I could get him aways. God grant my long delay procures no harm Nor this my taring frustrate my pretence, My Mucedorus surely stays for me, And thinks me over long, at length I come My present promise to perform: Ah what a thing is firm unfeigned love, What is it which true love dares not tempt My father he may make but I must match, Segasto loves but Amadine must like, Where likes her best compulsion is a thrall, No, no, the hearty choice is all in all, The shepherds virtue Amadine esteems. But what me thinks my shepherd is not come? I muse at that, the hour is sure at hand, Well here ile rest till Mucedorus come. A happy prey, now Bremo feed on flesh, Dainties Bremo dainties thy hungry paunch to fill, Now glut thy greedy guts with lukewarm blood, Come fight with me, I long to see thee dead. How can she fight that weapons cannot wield? What canst not fight? then lie thou down and die. What must I die? What needs these words. I thirst to suck thy blood Yet pity me and let me live a while. No pity I, i'll feed upon thy flesh, I'll tear thy body piecemeal joint from joint. Ah now I want my shepherds company. i'll crush thy bones betwixt tow oaken trees. Hast shepherd haste or else thou comest to lat. i'll suck the sweetness from thy marie bones. Ah spare ah spare to shed my guiltless blood With this my bat will I beat out thy brains Down, down I say, prostrate thyself upon the ground Then Mucedorus farewell. my hoped joys farewell. Yea farewell life, and welcome present death, To thee O God I yield my dying ghost. Now Bremo play thy part, How now what sudden chance is this. My limbs do tremble and my sinews shake My unweakened arms have lost their former force: Ah Bremo, Bremo, what a foil hast thou, That yet at no time ever waste afraid To dare the greatest gods to fiight with thee, And now want strength for one down driving blow Ah how my courage fails when I should strike, Some new come spirit abiding in my breast, Shall I spare her Bremo, spare her, do not kill, Saith spare her which never spared any? To it Bremo to it, say again. I cannot wield my weapons in my hand, Me thinks I should not strike so fair a one, I think her beauty hath bewitched my source Or else with in me altered nature's course, ay woman, wilt thou live in woods with me;
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Why can thy staffe tell. Why he vvas vvith me to. Then happie I that haue obtaind my will. And happier I, if you would goe to dinner. Come sirra, follow me. I warrant you I will not loose an inch of you now you are going to dinner, I promise you I thought seauen yeare before I could get him away God grant my long delaie procures no harme Nor this my tarring frustrate my pretence, My Mucedorus surelie staies for me, And thinks me ouer long, at length I come My present promise to performe: Ah what a thing is firme vnfained loue, What is i which tue loue dares not tempt My fater he may make bu I must match, Segasto lues bt Amadine must like, Whee likes he best cmpulsion is a thrall, No, no, the heartie choise is all in all, The shephards vertue Amadine esteemes. But what me thinks my shephard is not come? I muse at that, the hower is sure at hande, Well here ile rest till Mucedorus come. A hapie pray, now Bremo feede on flesh, Dainties Bremo dainties thy hungry panch to fill, Now glut thy greedie guts with luke warme blood, Come fight with me, I long to see thee dead. How can she fight that weapons cannot weeld? What canst not fight? then lie thou downe and die. What must I die? Wat needes these words. I thirst to sucke thy bloud Yet pittie me and let me liue a while. No pittie I, ile feed vpon thy flesh, Ile teare thy bodie peecemeale ioynt from ioynt. Ah now I want my shephards company. ile crush thy bones betwixt tow oken trees. Hast shephard hast or else thon comst to lat. ile sucke the sweetnes from thy marie bones. Ah spare ah spare to shed my guiltlesse blood With this my bat will I beate out thy braines Down, down I say, prostrate thy selfe vpon the ground Then Mucedorus farevvel my hopediois farevvel. Yea farevvell life, and vvelcome present death, To thee O God I yeeld my dying ghost. Novv Bremo play thy part, Hovv novv vvhat sudden chaunce is this. My limmes do tremble and my sevves shake My vnvveakned armes haue lost their former force: Ah Bremo, Bremo, vvhat a foyle hast thou, That yet at no time euer vvast afraide To dare the greatest gods to fight vvith thee, And novv vvatstrength for one dovvne driuing blovv Ah hovv my courage failes vvhen I should strike, Some newe come spirit abiding in my breast, Shall I spare her Bremo, spare her, do not kill, Sayth spare her which neuer spardany? To it Bremo to it, say againe. I cannot weeld my weapons in my hand, Me thikes I should not strk so faire a one, I thinke her beawtie hath bewitcht my sorce Or else with in me altered natures course, ay woman, wilt thou liue in woods with me;