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 0.88 · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
I do not love this wench that I should meet, For never did my unconstant eye yet greet That beauty, were it sweeter or more fair, Than the new blossoms, when the morning air Blows gently on them, or the breaking light, When many maiden blushes to our sight Shoots from his early face: were all these set In some neat form before me, 'twould not get The least love from me: some desire it might, Or present burning: all to me in sight Are equal, be they fair, or black, or brown, Virgin, or careless wanton, I can crown My appetite with any: sweat as oft, And weep as any, melt my words as soft Into a maiden's ears, and tell how long My heart has been her servant, and how strong My passions are: call her unkind and cruel, Offer her all I have to gain the jewel Maidens so highly praise: then loath and fly, This do I hold a blessed destiny. Hail Shepherd Pan bless both thy flock & thee, For being mindful of thy word to me. Welcome fair Shepherdess, thy loving swain Gives thee the self same wishes back again: Who till this present hour near knew that eye, Could make me cross mine arms or daily die With fresh consumings: boldly tell me then, How shall we part their faithful loves, and when? Shall I belly him to her, shall I swear His faith is false, and he loves everywhere? I'll say he mocked her the other day to you, Which will by your confirming show as true, For he is of so pure an honesty, To think (because he will not none will lie. Or else to him I'll slander Amoret, And say, she but seemes chaste, Ile sweare she e Me 'mongst the shady sycamores last night, And loosely offered up her flame and sprite, Into my bosom: made a wanton bed Of leaves and many flowers, where she spread Her willing body to be priest by me, There have I carved her name on many a tree, Together with mine own, to make this show Moreful of seeming: Hobinal you know, Son to the aged Shepherd of the Glen Him I have sorted out of many men, To say he found us at our private sport, And roused us fore our time by his resorts This to confirm, I have promised to the boy Many a pretty knack, and many a toy, As grins to catch him birds with bow, and bolt, To shoot at nimble squirrels in the holts: A pair of painted buskins and a lamb, Soft as his own locks, or the down of Swan, This I have done to win ye, which doth give Me double pleasure, discord makes me live. Loved swain I thank ye, these tricks might prevail With other rustic shepherds, but will fail Even once to stir, much more to overthrow, His fixed love from judgement, who doth know, Your nature, my end, and his chosen's merit, Therefore some stronger way must force his spirit Which I have found: give second, and my love Is everlasting thine.
nodes 802–865 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 40 in this edition
Length
525 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.881 (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 do not loue this wench that I should meet, For neuer did my vnconstant eie yet greet That beautie, were it sweeter or more faire, Then the new blossomes, when the morning aire Blowes gently on them, or the breaking light, When many maiden blushes to our sight Shootes from his early face: were all these set In some neat forme before me, twould not get The least loue from me: some desire it might, Or present burning: all to me in sight Are equall, be they faire, or blacke, or browne, Virgin, or carelesse wanton, I can crowne My appetite with any: sweate as oft, And weepe as any, melt my words as soft Into a maidens eares, and tell how long My heart has bene her seruant, and how strong My passions are: call her vnkinde and cruell, Offer her all I haue to gaine the iewell Maidens so highly praise: then loath and fly, This do I hold a blessed desteny. Haile Shepheard Pan blesse both thy flocke & thee, For being mindefull of thy word to me. VVelcome faire Shepheardesse, thy louing swaine Giues thee the selfe same wishes backe againe: Who till this present houre nere knew that eie, Could make me crosse mine armes or daily dye With fresh consumings: boldly tel me then, How shall we part their faithfull loues, and when Shall I bely him to her, shall I sweare His faith is false, and he loues euery where? Ile say he mockt her the other day to you, Which will by your confirming shew as true, For he is of so pure an honesty, To thinke (because he will not none will lye. Or else to him Ile slaunder Amoret, And say, she but seemes chaste, Ile sweare she e Me mongst the shadie sycamoures last night, And loosely offerd vp her flame and spright, Into my bosome: made a wanton bed Of leaues and many flowers, where she spred Her willing bodie to be prest by me, There haue I caru'd her name on many a tree, Together with mine owne, to make this show Morefull of seeming: Hobinal you know, Sonne to the aged Shepheard of the Glen Him I haue sorted out of many men, To say he found vs at our priuate sport, And rouz'd vs fore our time by his resorts This to confirme, I haue promis'd to the boy Many a pretty knack, and many a toy, As grinnes to catch him birds with bowe, and bolt, To shoote at nimble squirrels in the holt: A paire of painted buskins and a lambe, Soft as his owne lockes, or the downe of Swan, This I haue done to winne ye, which doth giue Me double pleasure, discord makes me liue. Loued swaine I thanke ye, these trickes might preuaile With other rusicke shepheards, but will faile Euen once to stirre, much more to ouerthrow, His fixed loue from iudgement, who doth know, Your nature, my end, and his chosens merrit, Therefore some stronger way must force his spirit Which I haue found: giue second, and my loue Is euerlasting thine.