The Royal Entertainment of the Queen and Prince at Althorp (The Satyr) · chunk 1 of 3
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1603 [Jun 25] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi typicality 0.84 · 551 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
HEre? there? and everywhere? Some solemnities are near, That these changes strike mine ear. My pipe and I a part shall bear. Look, see; (beshrew this tree,) What may all this wonder be? Pipe it, who that list for me: I'll fly out abroad, and see. That is CYPARISSUS face! And the dame hath SYRINX grace! O that PAN were now in place, Sure, they are of heavenly race. Hail, and welcome worthiest Queen, joy had never perfect been, To the Nymphs that haunt this green, Had they not this evening seen. Now they print it on the ground With their feet in figures round, Marks that will be ever found, To remember this glad stound. Trust her not, you bonny-bell, She will forty leasings tell, I do know her pranks right well. Satire, we must have a spell, For your tongue, it runs too fleet. Not so nimbly as your feet, When about the cream-bowls sweet, You, and all your Elves do meet. This is MAB the mistress-fairy, That doth nightly rob the dairy, And can hurt, or help the cherning, (As she please) without discerning. PUG, you will anon take warning? she, that pinches country wenches, If they rub not clean their benches, And with sharper nails remembers, When they rake not up their embers: But if so they chance to feast her, In a shoe she drops a tester. Shall we strip the skipping jester? This is she, that empties cradles, Takes out children, puts in ladles: Trains forth midwives in their slumber, With a sive the holes to number. And then leads them, from her boroughs Home through ponds, and water furrows. Shall not all this mocking stir us? She can start our Franklin's daughters, In their sleep, with shrieks, and laughters, And on sweet Saint ANNE'S night, Feed them with a promised sight, Some of husbands, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers. Satire, vengeance near you hovers, And in hope that you would come here Yester-eve the lady * Summer, She invited to a banquet: But (in sooth) I con you thank yet, That you could so well deceive her Of the pride which 'gan upheave her: And (by this) would so have blown her, As no wood-god should have known her. Mistress, this is only spite: For you would not yesternight Kiss him in the cock-shout light. By PAN, and thou hast hit it right. Fairies, pinch him black and blue, Now you have him, make him rue. O, hold, MAB: I sue. Nay, the devil shall have his due. Pardon lady this wild strain, Common with the SYLVAN train, That do skip about this plain: Elves, apply your gyre again. And whilst some do hop the ring, Some shall play, and some shall sing, we'll express in every thing, Orana's welcoming. THis is she, This is she, In whose world of grace Every season, person, place, That receive her, happy be, For with no less, Than * a kingdoms happiness, Doth she private b Lares bless, And ours above the rest: By how much we deserve it least. Long live ORIANA To exceed (whom she succeeds) our late DIANA. Madame, now an end to make, Deign a simple gift to take: Only for the Fairy's sake, Who about you still shall wake.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 0–93 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 3 in this edition
Length
551 words · 774 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T55 — Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desirecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T50 · seed 44: T47 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
HEre? there? and euery where? Some solemnities are neere, That these changes strike mine eare. My pipe and I a part shall beare. Looke, see; (beshrew this tree,) What may all this wonder bee? Pipe it, who that list for mee: I'le flie out abroade, and see. That is CYPARISSVS face! And the dame hath SYRINX grace! O that PAN were now in place, Sure, they are of heauenly race. Haile, and welcome worthiest Queene, Ioy had neuer perfect beene, To the Nymphs that haunt this greene, Had they not this euening seene. Now they print it on the ground With their feete in figures round, Markes that will be euer found, To remember this glad stound. Trust her not, you bonny-bell, Shee will fortie leasings tell, I doe know her pranks right well. Satyre, we must haue a spell, For your tongue, it runnes too fleet. Not so nimbly as your feet, When about the creame-bowles sweet, You, and all your Elues doe meet. This is MAB the mistris-Faerie, That doth nightly rob the dayrie, And can hurt, or helpe the cherning, (As shee please) without discerning. PVG, you will anon take warning? Shee, that pinches countrey wenches, If they rub not cleane their benches, And with sharper nayles remembers, When they rake not vp their embers: But if so they chance to feast her, In a shooe shee drops a tester. Shall we strip the skipping iester? This is shee, that empties cradles, Takes out children, puts in ladles: Traynes forth mid-wiues in their slumber, With a siue the holes to number. And then leads them, from her borroughs Home through ponds, and water furrowes. Shall not all this mocking stirre vs? Shee can start our FRANKLINS daughters, In their sleepe, with shrikes, and laughters, And on sweet Saint ANNE'S night, Feed them with a promis'd sight, Some of husbands, some of louers, Which an emptie dreame discouers. Satyre, vengeance neere you houers, And in hope that you would come here Yester-eue the lady Summer, Shee inuited to a banquet: But (in sooth) I con you thanke yet, That you could so well deceiue her Of the pride which gan vp-heaue her: And (by this) would so haue blowne her, As no wood-god should haue knowne her. Mistris, this is onely spight: For you would not yester-night Kisse him in the cock-shout light. By PAN, and thou hast hit it right. Fayries, pinch him black and blue, Now you haue him, make him rue. O, hold, MAB: I sue. Nay, the deuill shall haue his due. Pardon lady this wild strayne, Common with the SYLVAN trayne, That doe skip about this plaine: Elues, apply your gyre againe. And whilst some doe hop the ring, Some shall play, and some shall sing, Weele expresse in euery thing, ORANAS well-comming. THis is shee, This is shee, In whose world of grace Euery season, person, place, That receiue her, happy be, For with no lesse, Then a kingdomes happinesse, Doth shee priuate Lares blesse, And ours aboue the rest: By how much we deserue it least. Long liue ORIANA To exceed (whom shee succeeds) our late DIANA. Madame, now an end to make, Deigne a simple gift to take: Only for the Faeries sake, Who about you still shall wake.