Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mucedorus (and Amadine) · chunk 20 of 22

Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals)
romance · Unknown
T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.77 · 499 words

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

Not I. And why; So is my will and therefore even so. Master with anon, none no. A wicked villant art thou here? What needs these words we way them not? We way them not proud shepherd, I scorn thy company. we'll not have a corner of thy company. I scorn not thee, nor yet the least of thine. That's a lie, a would have killed me with his pugs nondo. This stoutness Amadine contents me not. Then seek an other that may you better please Well Amadine, it only rests in thee Without delay to make thy choice of three, There stands Segasto, here a shepherd stands, There stands the third, now make thy choice, A Lord at the lest I am. My choice is made, for I will none but thee. A worthy mate no doubt for such a wife. And Amdine, why wilt thou none but m? I cannot keep thee as thy father did, I have no lands for to maintain thy state. moreover if thou mean to be my wife, Commonly this must be thy use, To bed at midnight, up at four, Drudge all day and trudge from place to place, Whereby our daily vittel for to win: And last of all which is the worst of all, No princes then but plain a shepherds wife. Then god ge you god morrow goody shepherd It shall not need if Amadine do live, Thou shalt be crowned king of Arragon, Oh master laugh, when he's King then i'll be a queen. Then know that which near tofore was known I am no shepherd, no Arragonian I, But borne of Royal blood, my fathers of Valentia King, my mother queen, who for thy secret sake took this hard task in hand. Ah how I joy my fortune is so good, Well now I see, Segasto shall not speed But Mucedorus, I as much do joy To see thee here within our Court of Arragon, As if a kingdom had befallen me this time, I with my heart surrender it to thee. And look what right to Amadine I have. What barns door and borne where my father Was constable. abots on thee, how dost thee. Thanks Segasto, but yet you leveled at the crown. master bear this and bear all. Why so sir. He sees sees you take a goose by the crown. Go to sir, away, post you to the king, Whose heart is fraught with careful doubts, Glad him up and tell him these good news, And we will follow as fast as we may. I go master, I run master. Break heart and end my paled woes, My amadine the comfort of my life, How can I joy except she were in sight. Her absence breeds sorrow to my soul And with a thunder breaks my heart in twain. Forbear those passions gentle King, And you shall see 'twill turn unto the best, And bring your soul to quiet and to joy.
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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 998–1061 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 22 in this edition
Length499 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pan cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.774 (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)
No I. And why; So is my will and therefore euen so. Maister with anone, none noe. A wicked villant art thou here? What needes these wordes we way them not? We way them not proud shepheard, I skorne thy companie. Weele not haue a corner of thy companie. I scorne not thee, nor yet the least of thine. Thats a lie, a would haue kild me with his pugs nondo. This stoutnesse Amadine contents me not. Then seeke an other that may you better please Well Amadine, it onelie rests in thee Without delay to make thy choise of three, There stands Segasto, here a shepheard stands, There stands the third, now make thy choise, A Lord at th least I am. My choise is made, for I will none but thee. A worthy mate no doubt for such a wife. And Amdine, why wilt thou none but m? I cannot keepe thee as thy father did, I haue no landes fo to maintaine thy state. Morouer if thou meane to be my wife, Commonly this must be thy vse, To bed at midnight, vp at fowre, Drudge all daie and rudge from place to place, Whereby our dali vittel for to winne: And last of all which is the worst of all, No princes then but plaine a shepheards wife. Then god ge you god morrow gooy shepheard It shall not neede if Amadine do liue, Thou shalt be crowned king of Arragon, Oh maister laugh, when hees King then ile be a queene. Then know that which nere tofore was known I am no shepheard, no Arragonian I, But borne of Royall blood, my fathers of Valentia King, my mother qeene, who for thy secret sake Tooke this hard ask in hand. Ah how I ioy my fortune is so good, Well now I see, Segasto shall not peede But Mucedorus, I as much do ioy To see thee here within our Court of Arragon, As if a kingdome had befalne me this time, I with my heart surrender it to thee. And looke what right to Amadine I haue. What barnes doore and borne where my father Was cunstable abots on thee, how dost thee. Thanks Segasto, but yet you leueld at the crowne Mister beare this and beare all. Why so sir. He sees sees you take a goose by the crowne. Go to sir, away, post you to the king, Whose har is fraught with carefull doubts, Glad him vp and tell him these good newes, And we will follow as fast as we may. I goe maister, I runne maister. Break heart and end my paled woes, My amadine the comfort of my life, How can I ioy except she were in sight. Her absence breedes sorrow to my soule And with a thunder breakes my heart in twaine. Forbeare thos passions gentle King, And you shall see twill turne vnto the best, And bring your soule to quiet and to ioie.