Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.77 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Kiss it Mopso, and be quiet, I'll salute him civilly. Good speed good man. Welcome bad boy. He speaks to thee Ioculo. Meaning thee Frisco. I speak, and mean not him, nor him, nor thee, But speaking so, I speak and mean, all three. If ye be good at Rhymes and Riddles old man, expound me this. These two serve two, those two serve one, Assoil me this, and I am gone. You three serve three, those three do seek to one, One shall her find, he comes, and she is gone. This is a wise answer: her going caused his coming, For if she had near gone he had near come. Good master wizard, leave these murlemewes, and tell Mopso plainly, whether Gemulo my master, that gentle shepherd, shall win the love of the fair shepherdess his flock keeper or not, and I'll give ye a bottle of as good whey, as ere ye laid lips too. And good father Fortune teller, let Frisco know, whither Silvio my master that lusty Forester, shall gain that same gay shepherdess or no? I'll promise ye nothing for your pains, but a bag full of nuts: if I bring a crab or two in my pocket, take them for advantage. And gentle master wiseman, tell Ioculo, if his noble Master Ascanio, that gallant Courtier, shallbe found by me, and she found by him, for whom, he hath lost his father's favour, and his own liberty, and I my labour, and I'll give ye thanks: for we Courtiers, neither give nor take bribes. I take your meaning better than your speech, And I will grant the thing you do beseech: But for the tears of Lovers be no toys, I'll tell their chance in parables to Boys. In what ye will, let's hear our masters luck. Thy masters Do, shall turn unto a Buck. Thy masters Eawe, be changed to a Ram, Thy master seeks a maid, and finds a man. Yet for his labour shall he gain his meed, The other two shall sigh, to see him speed. Then my master shall not win the shepherdess? No: haste thee home, and bid him right his wrong, The shepherdess will leave his flock ere long. I'll run to warn my master of that. My master woodman, takes but wooden pains to no purpose I think, what say ye, shall he speed? No: tell him so, and bid him tend his dear: And cease to woe, he shall not wed this year. I am not sorry for it, farewell Ioculo. I may go with thee, for I shall speed even so too, by staying behind. Better my Boy, thou shalt thy master find, And he shall find the party he requires: And yet not find the sum of his desires. Keep on that way, thy master walks before, Whom when thou find'st, lose him good Boy no more.
nodes 1059–1099 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 28 in this edition
Length
484 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (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)
Kiſſe it Mopſo, and be quiet, Ile ſalute him ciuilly. Good ſpeed good man. Welcome bad boy. He ſpeakes to thee Ioculo. Meaning thee Friſco. I ſpeake, and meane not him, nor him, nor thee, But ſpeaking ſo, I ſpeake and meane, all three. If ye be good at Rimes and Riddles old man, expound me this. Theſe two ſerue two, thoſe two ſerue one, Aſſoyle me this, and I am gone. You three ſerue three, thoſe three do ſeeke to one, One ſhall her finde, he comes, and ſhe is gone. This is a wiſe anſwer: her going cauſd his comming, For if ſhe had nere gone he had nere come. Good maiſter wizard, leaue theſe murlemewes, and tel Mopſo plainly, whether Gemulo my maiſter, that gentle ſhepheard, ſhall win the loue of the faire ſhepherdeſſe his flock keeper or not, and Ile giue ye a bottell of as good whey, as ere ye laid lips too. And good father Fortune teller, let Friſco knowe, whither Siluo my maiſter that luſtie Forreſter, ſhal gaine that ſame gay ſhepherdeſſe or no? Ile promiſe ye nothing for your paines, but a bag full of nuts: if I bring a crab or two in my pocket, take them for aduantage. And gentle maiſter wiſe-man, tell Ioculo, if his noble Maiſter Aſcanio, that gallant Courtier, ſhalbe found by me, and ſhe found by him, for whom, he hath loſt his fathers fauour, and his owne libertie, and I my labour, and Ile giue ye thankes: for we Courtiers, neither giue nor take bribes. I take your meaning better then your ſpeech, And I will graunt the thing you doo beſeech: But for the teares of Louers be no toyes, Ile tell their chaunce in parables to Boyes. In what ye will, lets heare our maiſters luck. Thy maiſters Doe, ſhall turne vnto a Buck. Thy maiſters Eawe, be chaunged to a Ram, Thy maiſter ſeeks a maide, and findes a man. Yet for his labor ſhall he gaine his meede, The other two ſhall ſigh, to ſee him ſpeede. Then my maiſter ſhall not win the ſhepheardeſſe? No: haſt thee home, and bid him right his wrong, The ſhepheardeſſe wil leaue his flock ere long. Ile run to warne my maſter of that. My maiſter wood-man, takes but woodden paines to no purpoſe I thinke, what ſay ye, ſhall he ſpeede? No: tell him ſo, and bid him tend his Deare: And ceaſe to woe, he ſhall not wed this yeare. I am not ſorie for it, farewell Ioculo. I may goe with thee, for I ſhall ſpeed euen ſo too, by ſtaying behinde. Better my Boy, thou ſhalt thy maiſter finde, And he ſhall finde the partie he requires: And yet not finde the ſumme of his deſires. Keep on that way, thy maiſter walkes before, Whom when thou find'ſt, looſe him good Boy no more.