Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.78 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Will Silvio be so rude? Never shall we betwixt ourselves conclude Our controversy, for we over ween. Not I, but thou, for though thou jet'st in green, As fresh as Meadow in a morn of May, And scornest the shepherd, for he goes in grey. But forester, believe it as thy Creed, My mistress minds my person, not my weed. So 'twas I thought, because she tends thy sheep Thou thinkst in love of thee she taketh keep: That is as townish damsels send the hand, But send the heart to him a loose doth stand. So deals Eurymine with Siluto. Albe she look more blithe on Gemulo, Her heart is in the dial of her eye, That points me here. That shall we quickly try. Eurymine. Erynnis stop thy throat, Unto thy hound thou hallow'st such a note: I thought that shepherds had been mannerless, But Woodmen are the ruder grooms I guess. How should I call her Swain, but by her name? So Hobinoll the ploughman, calls his dame. Call her in Carroll from her quiet coat. Agreed: but whether shall begin his note. Draw cuts. Content, the longest shall begin. 'tis mine. Sing loud, for she is far within. Instruct thy singing in thy Forest ways. shepherds know how to chant their roundelays. Repeat our bargain, ere we sing our Song, lest after wrangling, should our mistress wrong. If me she choose, thou must be well content: If thee she choose, I give the like consent. 'tis done: now Pan pipe on thy sweetest Reed, And as I love, so let thy servant speed. As little Lambs lift up their snowy sides, When mounting Lark salutes the gray-eyed morn: As from the Oaken leaves the honey glides, Where Nightingales record upon the thorn. So rise my thoughts. So all my senses cheer. When she surveys my flocks. And she my dear. Eurymine. Eurymine. Come forth. Come forth. Come forth and cheer these plains. The woodmans's Love. And Lady of the Swains. Fair Forester and lovely shepherd Swain, Your Carols call Eurymine in vain: For she is gone, her Cottage and her sheep, With me her brother, hath she left to keep: And made me swear by Pan ere she did go, To see them safely kept, for Gemulo. What? hath my Love a new come Lover than? What? hath my Mistress got another man? This Swain will rob me of Eurymine. This youth hath power to win Eurymine. This strangers beauty bears away my prize. This stranger will bewitch her with his eyes. It is Adonis. It is Ganymede. My blood is chill. My heart is cold as Lead. Fair youths, you have forgot for what ye came, You seek your Love, she's gone. The more too blame. Not so, my sister had no will to go: But that our parents dread command was so. It is thy 'scuse, thou art not of her kin, But as my rival, com'st my Love to win.
nodes 1297–1372 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 28 in this edition
Length
497 words · 694 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.775 (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)
Will Siluio be ſo rude? Neuer ſhall we betwixt our ſelues conclude Our controuerſie, for we ouer weene. Not I, but thou, for though thou iet'ſt in greene, As freſh as Meadow in a morne of May, And ſcorn'ſt the ſhepheard, for he goes in gray. But Forreſter, beleeue it as thy Creede, My miſtreſſe mindes my perſon, not my weede. So 'twas I thought, becauſe ſhe tends thy ſheepe Thou thinkſt in loue of thee ſhe taketh keepe: That is as towniſh damzels ſend the hand, But ſend the heart to him a looſe doth ſtand. So deales Eurymine with Siluto. Albe ſhe looke more blithe on Gemulo, Her heart is in the dyall of her eye, That poynts me her. That ſhall we quickly trye. Eurymine. Erynnis ſtop thy throte, Vnto thy hound thou hallowſt ſuch a note: I thought that ſhepheards had bene mannerleſſe, But Wood-men are the ruder groomes I gueſſe. How ſhuld I cal her Swain, but by her name? So Hobinoll the plow-man, calls his dame. Call her in Carroll from her quiet coate. Agreed: but whether ſhall begin his note. Draw cuttes. Content, the longeſt ſhall begin. Tis mine. Sing loude, for ſhe is farre within. Inſtruct thy ſinging in thy Forreſt waies. Shepheards know how to chant their roundelaies. Repeat our bargain, ere we ſing our Song, Leaſt after wrangling, ſhould our miſtreſſe wrong. If me ſhe chuſe, thou muſt be well content: If thee ſhe chuſe, I giue the like conſent. Tis done: now Pan pipe on thy ſweeteſt Reede, And as I loue, ſo let thy ſeruaunt ſpeede. As little Lambes lift vp their ſnowie ſides, When mounting Larke ſalutes the gray-eyed morne: As from the Oaken leaues the honie glides, Where Nightingales record vpon the thorne. So riſe my thoughts. So all my ſences cheere. When ſhe ſurueyes my flocks. And ſhe my Deare. Eurymine. Eurymine. Come foorth. Come foorth. Come foorth and cheere theſe plaines. The Wood-mans Loue. And Lady of the Swaynes. Faire Foreſter and louely ſhepheard Swaine, Your Carrolls call Eurymine in vaine: For ſhe is gone, her Cottage and her ſheepe, With me her brother, hath ſhe left to keepe: And made me ſweare by Pan▪ ere ſhe did go, To ſee them ſafely kept, for Gemulo. What? hath my Loue a new come Louer than▪ What? hath my Miſtreſſe got another man? This Swayne will rob me of Eurymine. This youth hath power to win Eurymine. This ſtraungers beautie beares away my prize. This ſtraunger will bewitch her with his eies. It is Adonis. It is Ganymede. My blood is chill. My heart is cold as Leade. Faire youthes, you haue forgot for what ye came, You ſeeke your Loue, ſhee's gone. The more too blame. Not ſo, my ſiſter had no will to go: But that our parents dread commaund was ſo. It is thy ſcuſe, thou art not of her kin, But as my Ryuall, com'e my Loue to win.