Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.83 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Here comes another: better be my speed, Thou God of blood, but certain if I read Not false, this is that modest shepherd, he That only dare salute, but near could be Brought to kiss any, hold discourse, or sing, Whisper, or boldly ask that wished thing We all are borne for: one that makes loving faces, And could be well content to covet graces, Were they not got by boldness: in this thing My hopes are frozen, and but fate doth bring Him hither, I would sooner choose A man made out of snow, and frecer use An Eunuch to my ends: but since he is here, Thus I attempt him: Thou of men most dear, Welcome to her, that only for thy sake, Hath been content to live: here boldly take My hand in pledge, this hand, that never yet Was given away to any: and but sit Down on this rushy bank, whilst I go pull Fresh blossoms from the bows, or quickly cull The choicest delicates from yonder mead, To make thee chains or chaplets, or to spread Under our fainting bodies, when delight Shall lock up all our senses how the sight Of those smooth rising cheeks renew the story Of young Adonis, when in pride and glory He lay enfolded twixt the beating arms Of willing Venus: methinks stronger charms, Dwell in those speaking eyes: and on that brow More sweetness than the painters can allow, To their best pieces: not Narcissus he: That wept himself away in memory Of his own beauty, nor Silvanus' boy, Nor the twice ravished maid, for whom old Troy, Fell by the hand of Pyrrhus, may to thee, Be otherwise compared then some dead tree To a young fruitful Olive: I can love, but I am loath to say so, lest I prove Too soon unhappy. Happy thou wouldst say, My dearest Daphnis, blush not if the day To thee and thy soft heats be enemy, Then take the coming night, fair youth 'tis free To all the world, shepherd I'll meet thee then When darkness hath shut up the eyes of men, In yonder grove: speak shall our meeting hold? Indeed ye are too bashful, be more bold, And tell me I. I am content to say so, And would be glad to meet, might I but pray so Much from your fairness, that you would be true. Shepheard thou hast thy wish, Fresh maid adieu, Yet one word more, since you have drawn me on To come this night, fear not to meet alone, That man that will not offer to be ill, Though your bright self would ask it for his fill Of this world's goodness: do not fear him then, But keep your pointed time, let other men Set up their bloods to sail, mine shall be ever, Fair as the soul it carries, and unchaste never.
nodes 470–530 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 40 in this edition
Length
483 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.829 (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)
Heere comes another: better be my speede, Thou God of blood, but certaine if I reade Not false, this is that modest shepheard, he That onely dare salute, but nere could be Brought to kisse any, holde discourse, or sing, Whisper, or boldly aske that wished thing We all are borne for: one that makes louing faces, And could be well content to couet graces, Were they not got by boldnesse: in this thing My hopes are frozen, and but fate doth bring Him heather, I would sooner choose A man made out of snowe, and frecer vse An Euuenke to my endes: but since hee is heere, Thus I attempt him: Thou of men most deare, Welcome to her, that onely for thy sake, Hath bene content to liue: here boldly take My hand in pledge, this hand, that neuer yet Was giuen away to any: and but it Downe on this rushy bancke, whilst I go pull Fresh blossomes from he bowes, or quickly cull The choisest delicates from yonder meade, To make thee chaines or chaplets, or to spreade Vnder our fainting bodies, when delight Shall locke vp all our sences how the sight Of those smooth rising cheekes renue the story Of young Adonis, when in pride and glory He lay infolded twixt the beating armes Of willing Venus: me thinkes stronger charmes, Dwell in those speaking eyes: and on that brow More sweetnesse then the painters can allow, To their best peeces: not Narcissus he: That wept himselfe away in memorie Of his owne beautie, nor Siluanus boy, Nor the twice rauisht maide, for whome old Troy, Fell by the hand of Pirrhus, may to thee, Be otherwise compared then some dead tree To a young fruitfull Oliue: I can loue, but I am loth to say so, least I proue Too soone vnhappy. Happy thou wouldst say, My dearest Daphnis, blush not if the day To thee and thy soft heates be enemie, Then take the comming night, faire youth tis fre To all the world, shepheard Ile meet thee then Wen darkenes hath shut vp the eies of men, In yonder groe: speake shall ou meeting hold? Indeed ye are too bashful, be more bold, And tell me I. I am content to say so, And would be glad to meet, might I but pray so Much from your fairenes, that you would be true. Shepheard thou hast thy wishe, Fresh maide aduie, Yet one word more, since you haue drawne me on To come this night, feare not to meete alone, That man that will not offer to be ill, Though your bright selfe would aske it for his fill Of this worlds goodnesse: do not feare him then, But keepe your pointed time, let other men Set vp their bloods to saile, mine shall be euer, Faire as the soule it carries, and vnchast neuer.