Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
I hear you have not heard how his death proved The black beginning of a bloody scene, His wife Panthea at the first not moved, Seemed as she had some marble image been. The body that had oft her fancies fired She caused bear out of sight, still dear, though dead, But being to Pactolus banks retired, She in her bosom did entomb his head. And then from rage she did some respite borrow, For sorrow by degrees a passage seeks, Vapouring forth sighs that made a cloud of sorrow, A tempest then of tears rained down her cheeks. And whilst her eye the wonted object misses, She many a languishing look doth cast, And on the senseless lips still lavished kiss, As affectionedly as in times past. I posted thither for to have relieved This Lady of a portion of her woes, Heaven bear me witness I was greatly grieved, Who would, to save one friend, spare hosts of foes. She first a space me passionately eyed, Then with these words her lips did slowly move, My husband lo hath valorously dyde, Well worthy of your friendship, and my love. When I had all the flowers of comfort used. That a sad soul o'ercharged with grief could show, I went away with words that were confused, And scarcely could my last farewell forth throw. I was not well departed from her face, whenas she charged the Eunuchs out of sight, Then prayed her nurse to bury in one place Her and her Lord, as they deserved of right. Then looking on his corpse she drew a sword, And even as if her soul had flown in him, She stabbed herself, then falling on her Lord, Her beauty's blubbered stars were waxing dim. The faithful Eunuchs for their Sovereign sorry, And scorning to survive so rare a date, In emulation of their mistress glory, Died violently partners of her fate. O sweet Panthea rich in rarest parts! I must admire thy ghost though thou be gone, Who mightst have made a monarchy of hearts, Yet loathed unlawful loves, and loved but one. O wondrous wonders, wonders wondrous rare! A woman constant, such a beauty chaste, So pure a mind joined with a face so fair, Beauty and Virtue in one person placed! Both were well matched as any could devise, Whose undivided end their choice allows, He valorous, she virtuous, both wise, She worthy such a mate, he such a spouse. And Harpagus, lest that it should be thought, The memory of virtuous minds may die, Cause build a stately tomb with statues wrought, Where their dead bodies may respected lie. I'll raise a pyramid of Croesus' spoils, Where all their famous parts shall be comprised, But how t'insist in these tumultuous broils, 'tis best now (Sir) that you were well advised.
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Length
472 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.615 (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)
I heare you haue not heard how his death prou'd The black beginning of a bloudie ſcene, His wife Panthea at the firſt not mou'd, Seem'd as ſhe had ſome marble image beene. The bodie that had oft her fancies fir'd She cauſd beare out of ſight, ſtill deere, though dead, But being to Pactolus banks retir'd, She in her boſome did entombe his head. And then from rage ſhe did ſome reſpit borrow, For ſorrow by degrees a paſſage ſeekes, Vapouring forth ſighes that made a cloude of ſorrow, A tempeſt then of teares rain'd downe her cheekes. And whilſt her eye the wonted obiect miſſes, She many a languiſhing looke doth caſt, And on the ſenſeleſſ lips ſtill lauiſh'd kiſſe, As affectionedlie as in times paſt. I poaſted thither for to haue releeu'd This Ladie of a portion of her woes, Heauen beare me witnes I was greatlie grieu'd, Who would, to ſaue one friend, ſpare hoſts of foes. She firſt a ſpace me paſſionatlie eyde, Then with theſe words her lips did ſlowlie moue, My husband loe hath valourouſlie dyde, Well worthie of your friendſhip, and my loue. When I had all the flowres of comfort vſde. That a ſad ſoule o'recharg'd with griefe could ſhow, I went away with words that were confuſde, And ſcarcely could my laſt farewell forth throw. I was not well departed from her face, When as ſhe char'gd the Eunuchs out of ſight, Then pray'd her nurſe to burie in one place Her and her Lord, as they deſeru'd of right. Then looking on his corps ſhe drew a ſword, And euen as if her ſoule had flowne in him, She ſtabd her ſelfe, then falling on her Lord, Her beauties blubbered ſtarres were waxing dim. The faithfull Eunuchs for their Sou'raigne ſorie, And ſcorning to ſuruiue ſo rare a date, In emulation of their miſtreſſe glorie, Dide violentlie partners of her fate. O ſweet Panthea rich in rareſt parts! I muſt admire thy ghoſt though thou be gone, Who mightſt haue made a monarchie of harts, Yet loth'd vnlawfull loues, and lou'd but one. O wondrous wonders, wonders wondrous rare! A woman conſtant, ſuch a beautie chaſte, So pure a mind ioyn'd with a face ſo faire, Beautie and Vertue in one perſon placde! Both were well match'd as any could deuiſe, Whoſe vndiuided end their choyce alowes, He valorous, ſhe vertuous, both wiſe, She worthie ſuch a mate, he ſuch a ſpouſe. And Harpagus, leſt that it ſhould be thought, The memorie of vertuous minds may dye, Cauſe build a ſtately tombe with ſtatues wrought, Where their dead bodies may reſpected lye. I'le raiſe a Piramide of Croeſus ſpoyles, Where all their famous parts ſhall be compriſde, But how t'inſiſt in theſe tumultuous broyles, T'is beſt now (Sir) that you were well aduiſde.