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The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 31 of 41

Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals)
pastoral · before the Court
unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 489 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.

And yet what need I marvel, who have thus Chased him from me with frowns, and usage vile, And fondly left the substance of his faith, To catch the shadow of deceit and guile? Was Colax he I thought the only man, And is he now proved to be such a one? O that I ever lent an easy ear, Unto so false a wretch's flatteries, Whose very name I now abhor to hear, And loathe myself, for being so unwise. What shall I do sweet Amarillis now, Which way shall I betake me to recover The loss of shame, and loss of such a lover? Indeed Dorinda you have done him wrong, But your repentance, and compassion now May make amends, and you must learn to do As I long time have done, endure and hope, And on that turn of Fortune's Scene depend, When all extremities must mend, or end. Well, come Ergastus, we have seen enough, And it is more than time, that we prepare Against this Hydra of confusion now, Which still presents new hideous heads of fear: And every hour we see begets new broils, And intricates our youth in desperate toils. And therefore let th'advantage of this day, Which is the great, and general hunting day In Eremanthus, serve for this good deed: And when we meet (as all of us shall meet Here in this place anon, as is decreed) We will advise our Shepherds to intermit That work, and fall to this imports us more, To chase out these wild mischiefs that do lurk, And worse infest, than th' Eremanthian Boar, Or all Beasts else, which only spoil our fields, Whilst these which are of more prodigious kinds, Bend all their forces to destroy our minds. And this occasion will be very fit Now to be took, for one day lost may lose More by example, than we shall reget In thousands, for when men shall once disclose The way of ill that lay unknown before, Scarce all our pains will ever stop it more. Man is a creature of a wilful head, And hardly's driven, but easily is led. Ah gentle Lelaps, pretty loving dog, Where hast thou left thy master, where is he, That great commander over thee and me? Thou wert not wont be far off from his feet, And o no more would I, were he so pleased; But would as well as thou go follow him, Through brakes, and thickets, over cliffs and rocks So long as I had life to follow him, Would he but look upon me with that eye Of favour, as he's used to look on thee. Thou canst be clapped, and stroked with that fair hand That thrusts away my heart, and beats it back From following him, which yet it ever will And though he fly me I must after still. But here he comes, methought he was not far.
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PlayThe Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed)
AuthorDaniel, Samuel
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1605 [Aug 30]
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [Aug]
Theaterbefore the Court;at University;
Genre (British Drama)pastoral
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 534 · TCP A19835 · DEEP 420
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1863–1922 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 41 in this edition
Length489 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pan at 0.770
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T30 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And yet what need I meruaile, who haue thus Chac'd him from me with frownes, and vsage vile, And fondly leaft the substance of his faith, To catch the shadow of deceipt and guile? Was Colax he I thought the onely man, And is he now prou'd to be such a one? O that I euer lent an easie eare, Vnto so false a wretches flatteries, Whose very name I now abhorre to heare, And loath my selfe, for being so vnwife. What shall I doe sweete Amarillis now, Which way shall I betake me to recouer The losse of shame, and losse of such a louer? Indeed Dorinda you haue done him wrong, But your repentance, and compassion now May make amends, and you must learne to do As I long time haue done, indure and hope, And on that turne of Fortunes Scene depend, When all extremities must mend, or end. Well, come Ergastus, we haue seene ynow, And it is more then time, that we prepare Against this Hydra of confusion now, Which still presents new hideous heads of feare: And euery houre we see begets new broiles, And intricates our youth in desperate toyles. And therefore let th'aduantage of this day, Which is the great, and generall hunting day In Eremanthus, serue for this good deed And when we meete (as all of vs shall meete Here in this place anone, as is decreed) We will aduise our Shepheards to intermit That worke, and fall to this imports vs more, To chase out these wild mischiefes that doe lurke, And worse infest, then th' Eremanthian Boare, Oll Beasts else, which onely spoile our fields, Whilst these which are of more prodigious kindes, Bend all their forces to destroy our mindes. And this occasion will be very fit Now to be tooke, for one day lost may lose More by example, then we shall reget In thousands, for when men shall once disclose The way of ill that lay vnknowne before, Scarce all our paines will euer stop it more. Man is a creature of a wilfull head, And hardly'is driuen, but easily is lead. Ah gentle Lelaps, prety louing dogge, Where hast thou leaft thy maister, where is hee, That great commander ouer thee and mee? Thou wert not wont be far off from his feete, And ô no more would I, were he so pleasd; But would as well as thou go follow him, Through brakes, and thickers, ouer cliffes and rockes So long as I had life to follow him, Would he but looke vpon me with that eye Of fauour, as h'is vs'd to looke on thee. Thou canst be clapt, and strookt with that faire hande That thrustes away my heart, and beates it back From following him, which yet it euer will And though he fly mee I must after still. But here he comes, me thought he was not farre.