Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mucedorus (and Amadine) · chunk 19 of 22

Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals)
romance · Unknown
T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.80 · 506 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.

Is't so, we'll have a knotty crabtree staff for thee: But sirrah tell me, what sayst thou. With all my heart I willing am to learn. Then take my stafe & see how canst wield it. First teach me how to hold it in my hand. Thou houldest it well, look how he doth thou mayst the sooner learn. Next tell me how and when 'tis best to strike. 'tis best to strike when time doth serve, 'tis best to lose no time. Then now or never is my time to strike. And when thou strikest, be sure thou hit the head The head; The very head. Then have at thine, so lie there and die, A death no doubt according to desert. Or else a worse as thou deservest a worse. It glads my heart this tyrants death to see. Now lady it remains in you to end the tale you lately had begun, being enterrupted by this wicked wight. You said you loved a shepherd. I so I do, and none but only him. And will do still as long as life shall last But tell me lady, sith I set you free, What course of life do you intent to take? I will disguised wander through the world Till I have found him out, How if you find your shepherd in these woodsy? Ah none so happy then as Amadine. In tract of time a man may alter much, Say Lady do you know your shepherd well? My Mucedorus hath he set me free? he hath set thee free. And lived so long unknown to Amadine. Ay that's a question where of you may not be resolved, You know that I am banished from the court, I know likewise each passage is beset, So that we cannot long escape unknown, Therefore my will is this, that we return Right through the thickets to the wild man's cave: And there a while live on his provision, Until the search and narrow watch be past. This is my counsel, and I think it best. I think the very same. Come let's begun. Nay soft sir are you here. abots on you, I was like to be hanged for not finding you, We would borrow a certain stray king's daughter of you, a wench, a wench sir we would have. A wench of me i'll make the eat my sword. Oh Lord, nay and you are so lusty I'll call a cooling card for you, ho master, master come away quickly. What's the matter; Look master, Amadine & the shepherd, oh brave What minion, have I found you out; Nay that's alley lie, I found her out my slfe. Thou gadding housewife, what cause hadst thou to gad abroad, When as thou knowest our wedding day so nigh? Not so Segasto, no such thing in hand, show your assurance, then i'll answer you. Thy father's promise my assurance is. But what he promised he hath not performed, It rests in thee for to perform the same:
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMucedorus (and Amadine)
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610]
First performance (BritDrama)1591 [1590-1598]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 319 · TCP A07859 · DEEP 258
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 941–997 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 22 in this edition
Length506 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pan cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.796 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Ist so, weele haue a knotty crabtree stffe for thee: But sirra tell me, what saist thou With all my heart I willing am to learne. Then take my stafe & see how canst weeld it. First teach me how to hold it in my hand. Thou houldest it well, looke how he doth thou maist the sooner learne. Next tell me how and when tis best to strike. Tis best to strike when time doth erue, tis best to loose no time. Then now or neuer is my time to stike. And vvhen thou strikest, be sure thou hit the head The head; The verie heade. Then haue at thine, so lie there and die, A death no dout acording to desert. Or else a vvorse as thou deseruest a vvose. It glads my heart this tirants death to see. Novv ladie it remaines in you to end the tale you latelie had begunne, being enterrupted by this vvicked vvight. You said you loued a shepheard. I so I do, and none but only him. And will do stil as long as life shall last But tell me ladie, sih I set you free, What course of life do you intend to take? I wil disguised wander through the world Til I haue found hm out, How i you find your shephad in these woods Ah none so happie then as Amadine In tract of time a man may alter much, Say Ladie doe you know your shepheard well? My Mucedorus hath he set me fre? he hath set thee free. And liued so long vnknowne to Amadine. Ay thats a question where of you may not be resolued, You know that I am banisht from the court, I know likewise each pasage is beet, So that we cannot long escape vnknowne, Therefore my will is this, that we returne Right throught the thickets to the wild mans caue: And there a while liue on his prouision, Vntil the search and nrrow watch be past. This is my counsel, and I thinke it best. I thinke the verie same. Come lets begone. Nay soft sir are you heere abots on you, I was like to be hangd for not finding you, We would borrow a certaine stray kings daughter of you, a wench, a wence sir we wold haue. A wench o me ile make the eate my sword. Oh Lord, nay and you are so lustie Ile cal a cooling card for you, ho maister, maister come away quicklie. Whats the matter; Looke maister, Amadine & the shepheard, oh braue What minion, haue I found you out; Nay thats alie, I found her out my slfe. Thou gadding huswife, what cause hadst thou to gad abroade, When as thou knowest our wedding day so nie? Not so Segasto, no such thing in hand, shew your assurance, then ile answere you. Thy fathers promise my assurance is. But what he promist he hath not performde It rests in thee for to performe the same: