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 0.87 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
'tis her voice And I must answer, Cloe! o the choice Of dear embraces, chaste and holy strains Our hands shall give! I charge you all my veins Through which the blood and spirit take their way, Look up your disobedient heats, and stay Those mutinous desires, that else would grow To strong rebellion: do not wilder show Than blushing modesty may entertain. Cloe! There sounds that blessed name again, And I will meet it: let me not mistake, This is some Shepherd, sure I am awake, What may this riddle mean? I will retire, To give myself more knowledge Oh my fire, How thou consumest me? Cloe answer me, Alexis, strong Alexis, high, and free, Calls upon Cloe: see mine arms are full Of entertainment, ready for to pull That golden fruit which too too long hath hung, Tempting the greedy eye: thou stayest too long, I am impatient of these mad delays, I must not leave unsought those many ways That lead into this centre, till I find Quench for my burning lust, I come unkind. Can my imagination work me so much ill, That I may credit this for truth, and still Believe mine eyes, or shall I firmly hold her Her yet untainted, and these sights but bold Illusion? sure such fancies oft have been Sent to abuse true love, and yet are seen, Daring to blind the virtuous though with error, But be they far from me with their fond terror: I am resolved my Cloe yet is true. Cloe hark Cloe sure this voice is new, Whose shrillness like the sounding of a bell, Tells me it is a woman: Cloe, tell Thy blessed name again Oh what a grief is this to be so near And not encounter? Shepherd we are met, Draw close into the covert, lest the wet which falls like lazy mists upon the ground, Soak through your startups. Fairest, are you found How have we wandered that the better part Of this good night is perished? oh my heart! How have I longed to meet ye? how to kiss Those lily hands? how to receive the bliss That charming tongue gives to the happy ear Of him that drinks your language? but I fear I am too much unmannered, far to rude, And almost grown lascivious to intrude These hot behaviours, where regard of fame, Honour, and modesty, a virtuous name, And such discourse, as one fair sister may Without offence unto the brother say, Should rather have been tendered, but believe Here dwells a better temper, do not grieve, Then ever kindest that my first salute, Seasons so much of fancy, I am mute Henceforth to all discourses, but shall be Suiting to your sweet thoughts and modesty: Indeed I will not ask a kiss of you, No not to wring your fingers, nor to sue To those blessed pair of fixed stars for smiles, All a young lovers cunning, all his wiles: And pretty wanton dyings shall to m Be strangers, only to your Chastity I am devoted ever.
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Length
512 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.870 (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)
Tis her voice And I must answere, Cloe! ô the choise Of deare imbraces, chaste and holy straines Our hands shall giue! I charge you all my vaines Through which the blood and spirit take their way, Loke vp your disobedient heats, and stay Those mutinous desires, that else would growe To strong rebellion: do not wilder showe Then blushing modestie may entertaine. Cloe! There sounds that blessed name againe, And I will meete it: let me not mistake, This is some Shepheard, sure I am awake, What may this riddle meane? I will retire, To giue my selfe more knowledge Oh my fier, How thou consum'st me? Cloe answere me, Alexis, strong Alexis, high, and free, Cals vpon Cloe: see mine armes are full Of intertainement, ready for to pull That golden fruit which too too long hath hung, Tmpting the greedy eye: thou stayest too long, I am impatient of these mad delaies, I must not leaue vnsought those many waies That lead into this center, till I finde Quench for my burning lust, I come vnkinde. Can my imagination worke me so much ill, That I may credit this for truth, and still Belieue mine eies, or shall I firmely hold her Her yet vntainted, and these sights but bold Illusion? sure such fancies oft haue bene Sent to abuse true loue, and yet are seene, Daring to blinde the vertuous though with error, But be they farre from me with their fond terror: I am resolud my Cloe yet is true. Cloe harke Cloe sure this voice is new, Whose shrilnes like the sounding of a bell, Tels me it is a woman: Cloe, tell Thy blessed name againe Oh what a greefe is this to be so neere And not incounter? Shepheard we are met, Draw close into the coert, least the wet which falles like lazy mistes vppon the ground, Soake through yous startvps. Fairest, are you found How haue we wandred that the better part Of this good night is perisht? oh my heart! How haue I longd to meet ye? how to kisse Those lilly hands? how to receiue the blisse That charming tongue giues to the happy eare Of him that drinkes your language? but I feare I am too much vnmannerd, farre to rude, And almost growne lasciuous to intrude These hot behauiours, where regard of fame, Honor, and modesty, a vertuous name, And such discourse, as one faire sister may Without offence vnto the brother say, Should rather haue bene tenderd, but belieue Heere dwels a better temper, do not grieue, Then euer kindest that my first salute, Seasons so much of fancy, I am mute Henceorth to all discourses, but shall be Suting to your sweet thoughts and modestie: Indeede I will not aske a kisse of you, No not to wring your fingers, nor to sue To those blest paire of fixed starres for smiles, All a young louers cunning, all his wiles: And pretty wanton dyings shall to m Be strangers, onely to your Chastity I am deuoted euer.