Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.67 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Some buy'em at Booksellers stalls; but the best they bespeak of Poets. methinks Poets of all men, should not edify, they are so envious. One to another, to nobody else: a proud Poet is for all the world like a Punk in request, covetous of many Clients, when she hath more than she can handsomely play off: You shall have some Poet (Apollo's Vicar, especially) write you a comical, Pastoral, Tragical, Musical history in prose, will make the auditor's eyes run a water like so many waterspouts: I had one of them myself, and your ears be in case, I'll give you a taste on't; his argument was fet out of the Poem called, The lost sheep: and thus it is. Prithee be brief? Nay peace, and it were in place where you might wake, the best men in the parish, for commonly they sleep the beginning, because they love not division: but to the lost Sheep. Beloved, you must imagine this Sheep was a Sheep, a lost Sheep; a Sheep out a the way: but my dear flock and loving Sheep, whom like a careful Shepherd, I have gathered together with the whistle or pipe, as it were of mine eloquence, into this sold of peaceful Community; Do not you stray do not you fly out, do not you wander, do not you lose yourselves; but like kind Sheep, and valiant Rams: I speak to you the better part and head of my flock. As I say, you shall see the valiant Rams turn all their horns together, and appose themselves against the Wolf, the hungry Wolf, the greedy Wolf, the lambs-devouring Wolf, the Wolf of all Wolves, to defend their ewes and young ones. Durst you say all your heads together, and with the horns of your Manhood defend your families, your own wives, and your neighbour's children: Was not this stinging gear? A good Sheepish admonition. The fitter for my Audience: while you live, have a ear to fit your Audience. Thou speak'st like a Christian: prithee what Religion art of? How many sooner I make use of, I'll answer with Piavano Orllotto the Italian: I profess the Duke's only. What's his reason for that? A very sound reason: for says he, I came Raw into the world, and I would not willingly go roasted out, so close up the stomach of your Discourse with that dry answer, and every man about his business. You'll be mindful of to morrow-night. As your Lawyer of the Term, or your Landlord of the Quarter day. Why so: the mettle I must forge my plot on, lies a warming in the furnace of my brain; and I must fashion it Instantly, for fear it burst the heat. Give my conceit way, for here comes one must help to proportion it. How now Demetrius, what wind hath blown up this storm of melancholy, thy countenance was not wont to be thus cloudy? Whence proceeds this sudden alteration?
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Length
496 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.672 (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)
Some buy'em at Booke-ſellers ſtalles; but the beſt they beſpeake of Poets. Mee thinkes Poets of all men, ſhould not edifie, they are ſo enuious. One to another, to no bodie elſe: a proud Poet is for all the world like a Puncke in requeſt, couetous of manie Cliantes, when ſhe hath more then ſhe can handſomely play off: You ſhall haue ſome Poet (Apolloes Vicar, eſpecially) write you a comicall, Paſtorall, Tragicall, Muſicall hiſtorie in proſe, will make the auditors eyes runne a water like ſo many waterſpouts: I had one of them my ſelfe, and your eares be in caſe, Ile giue you a taſte on't; his argument was fet out of the Poem called, The loſt ſheepe: and thus it is. Pre'thee be briefe? Nay peace, and it were in place where you might wake, the beſt men in the parish, for commonlie they ſleepe the beginning, becauſe they loue not deuiſion: but to the loſt Sheepe. Beloud, you muſt imagine this Sheepe was a Sheepe, a loſt Sheepe; a Sheepe out a the way: but my deare flocke and louing Sheepe, whom like a carefull Shepheard, I haue gathered together with the whiſtle or pipe, as it were of mine eloquence, into this ſold of peacefull Communitie; Doe not you ſtray doe not you flie out, doe not you wander, doe not you looſe your ſelues; but like kinde Sheepe, and valiant Rams: I ſpeake to you the better part and head of my flocke. As I ſay, you ſhall ſee the valiant Rammes turne all their hornes together, and appoſe themſelues againſt the Woolfe, the hungrie Woolfe, the gredie Woolfe, the Lams-deuowring Woolfe, the Woolfe of all Woolfes, to defende their Eawes and young ones. Durſt you ſay all your heades together, and with the hornes of your Manhood defende your families, your owne wiues, and your neighbours children: Was not this ſtinging geere? A good Sheepiſh admonition. The fitter for my Audience: while you liue, haue a eare to fitte your Audience. Thou ſpeak'ſt like a Chriſtian: prethee what Religion art of? How manie ſouer I make vſe of, Ile anſwere with Piauano Orllotto the Italian: I profeſſe the Dukes onely. What's his reaſon for that? A very ſound reaſon: for ſayes hee, I came Raw into the world, and I would not willinglie go roſted out, ſo cloſe vp the ſtomacke of your Diſcourſe with that dry anſwere, and euey man about his buſineſſe. You'le be mindfull of to morrow-night. As your Lawyer of the Tearme, or your Landlord of the Quarter day. Why ſo: the mettle I muſt forge my plot on, lies a warming in the furnace of my braine; and I muſt faſhion it Inſtantly, for feare it burſt the heat. Giue my conceit way, for heere comes one muſt helpe to proportion it. How now Demetrius, what winde hath blowne vp this ſtorme of melancholie, thy countenaunce was not wont to be thus cloudie? Whence proceedes this ſodaine alteration?