Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
By great Apollo's sacred Deity, That shepherdess so near is Sib to me, As I ne may (for all this world) her wed: For she and I in one self womb were bred. But she is gone, her flock is left to me. The shepcoat's mine, and I will in and see. And I. Go both, cold comfort shall you find, My manly shape, hath yet a woman's mind: Prone to reveal what secret she doth know, God pardon me, I was about to show My transformation: peace they come again. Have ye found her? No, we look in vain. I told ye so. Yet hear me, newcome Swain. Albe thy seemly feature set no sale But honest truth upon thy novel tale, Yet (for this world is full of subtlety) We wish thee go with us for company Unto a wiseman woning in this wood, Hight Aramanth, whose wit and skill is good: That he may certify our mazing doubt, How this strange chance and change hath fallen out. I am content: have with ye, when ye will. even now. he'll make ye muse, if he have any skill. Eurymine, I pray if thou be she, Refrain thy haste, and do not fly from me. The time hath been my words thou wouldst allow, And am I grown so loathsome to thee now? Ascanio, time hath been I must confess, When in thy presence was my happiness: But now the manner of my misery, Hath changed that course, that so it cannot be. What wrong have I contrived? what injury To alienate thy liking so from me? If thou be she whom sometime thou didst feign, And bearest not the name of friend in vain, Let not thy borrowed guise of altered kind, Alter the wonted liking of thy mind: But though in habit of a man thou goest, Yet be the same Eurymine thou wast. How gladly would I be thy Lady still, If earnest vows might answer to my will? And is thy fancy altered with thy guise? My kind, but not my mind in any wise. What though thy habit differ from thy kind: Thou mayest retain thy wonted loving mind. And so I do. Then why art thou so strange? Or wherefore doth thy plighted fancy change? Ascanio, my heart doth honour thee. And yet continuest still so strange to me? Not strange, so far as kind will give me leave. Unkind that kind, that kindness doth bereave: Thou sayst thou lovest me. As a friend his friend: And so I vow to love thee to the end. I wreak not of such love, love me but so As fair Eurymine loved Ascanio. That love's denied unto my present kind. In kindly shows, unkind I do thee find: I see thou art as constant as the wind. Doth kind allow a man to love a man? Why art not thou Eurymine? I am. Eurymine my Love? The very same. And was't not thou a woman then?
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By great Apollos ſacred Deitie, That ſhepheardeſſe ſo neare is Sib to me, As I ne may (for all this world) her wed: For ſhe and I in one ſelfe wombe were bred. But ſhe is gone, her flocke is left to mee. The ſhepcoat's mine, and I will in and ſee▪ And I. Go both, cold comfort ſhall you finde, My manly ſhape, hath yet a womans minde: Prone to reueale what ſecret ſhe doth know, God pardon me, I was about to ſhow My transformation: peace they come againe. Haue ye found her? No, we looke in vaine. I told ye ſo. Yet heare me, new-come Swayne. Albe thy ſeemly feature ſet no ſale▪ But honeſt truth vpon thy nouell tale, Yet (for this world is full of ſubtiltie) We wiſh thee goe with vs for companie Vnto a Wiſe-man wonning in this wood, Hight Aramanth, whoſe wit and skill is good: That he may certifie our mazing doubt, How this ſtraunge chaunce and chaunge hath fallen out. I am content: haue with ye, when ye will. Euen now. Hee'le make ye muſe, if he haue any skill. Eurymine, I pray if thou be ſhee, Refraine thy haſte, and doo not flie from mee. The time hath bene my words thou wouldſt allow, And am I growne ſo loathſome to thee now? Aſcanio, time hath bene I muſt confeſſe, When in thy preſence was my happineſſe: But now the manner of my miſerie, Hath chaung'd that courſe, that ſo it cannot be. What wrong haue I contriued? what iniurie To alienate thy liking ſo from me? If thou be ſhe whom ſometime thou didſt faine, And beareſt not the name of friend in vaine, Let not thy borrowed guiſe of altred kinde, Alter the wonted liking of thy minde: But though in habit of a man thou goeſt, Yet be the ſame Eurymine thou waſt. How gladly would I be thy Lady ſtill, If earneſt vowes might anſwere to my will? And is thy fancie alterd with thy guiſe? My kinde, but not my minde in any wiſe. What though thy habit differ from thy kind: Thou maieſt retain thy wonted louing mind. And ſo I doo. Then why art thou ſo ſtraunge? Or wherefore doth thy plighted fancie chaunge? Aſcanio, my heart doth honor thee. And yet continueſt ſtil ſo ſtrange to me? Not ſtrange, ſo far as kind wil giue me leaue. Vnkind that kind, that kindneſſe doth bereaue: Thou ſaiſt thou loueſt me. As a friend his friend: And ſo I vowe to loue thee to the end. I wreake not of ſuch loue, loue me but ſo As faire Eurymine lou'd Aſcanio. That loue's denide vnto my preſent kinde. In kindly ſhewes, vnkinde I doo thee finde: I ſee thou art as conſtant as the winde. Doth kind allow a man to loue a man? Why art not thou Eurymine? I am. Eurymine my Loue? The very ſame. And waſt not thou a woman then?