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 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
But I can tell ye news of Perigot, An hour together under yonder tree, He sat with wreathed arms and called on thee, And said, why Amoret stayest thou so long: Then starting up down yonder path he flung, lest thou hadst missed thy way: were it day light He could not yet have borne him out of sight. Thanks gentle Shepherd and beshrew my stay, That made me fearful I had lost my way: As fast as my weak legs, (that cannot be Weary with seeking him) will carry me, I'll follow, and for this thy care of me, Pray Pan thy love may ever follow thee. How bright she was? how lovely did she show? Was it not pity to deceive her so? She plucked her garments up and tripped away, And with a virgin innocence did pray For me, that perjured her: whilst she was here, methought the beams of light that did appear, Were shot from her: methought the moon gave none, But what it had from her: she was alone With me, if then her presence did so move, Why did not I assay to win her love? She would not sure have yielded unto me, Women love only opportunity And not the man, or if she had denied Alone, I might have forced her to have tried Who had been stronger: o vain fool, to let Such blessed occasion pass, I'll follow yet, My blood is up, I cannot now forbear. I come sweet Amoret, soft who is here? A pair of lovers, he shall yield her me, Now lust is up, alike all women be. Where shall we rest, but for the love of me, Cloe I know ere this would weary be. Alexis let us rest here, if the place Be private, and out of the common trace Of every shepherd: for I understood, This night a number are about the wood, Then let us choose some place where out of sight, We freely may enjoy our stolen delight, Then boldly here, where we shall near be found, No shepherds way lies here, 'tis hallowed ground, No maid seeks here her strayed Cow, or Sheep, Fairies and Fawns, and Satires do it keep, Then carelessly rest here, and clip and kiss, And let no fear make us our pleasures miss. Then lie by me, the sooner we begin, The longer ere day descry our sin. Forbear to touch my love, or by yond flame The greatest power that shepherds dare to name, Here where thou first under this holy tree, Her to dishonour thou shalt buried be. If Pan himself should come out of the lawns, With all his troops of satires and of fauns, And bid me leave I swear by her two eyes, A greater oath than thine, I would not rise. Then from the cold earth never thou shalt move, But lose at one stroke both thy life and love. Hold gentle Shepherd.
nodes 1132–1191 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 40 in this edition
Length
494 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (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)
But I can tell ye newes of Perigot, An houre together vnder yonder tree, He sat with wreathed armes and cald on thee, And said, why Amoret staiest thou so long: Then starting vp downe yonder path he flung, Least thou hadst mist thy way: were it day light He could not yet haue borne him out of sight. Thankes gentle Shepheard and beshrew my stay, That made me fearefull I had lost my way: As fast as my weakelegs, (that cannot be Weary with seeking him) will carry me, Ile followe, and for this thy care of me, Pray Pan thy loue may euer follow thee. How bright she was? how louely did she show? Was it not pittie to deceiue her so? She pluckt her garments vp and tript away, And with a virgin innocence did pray For me, that periurd her: whilst she was heere, Me thought the beames of light that did appeare, Were shot from her: me thought the moone gaue none, But what it had from her: she was alone With me, if then her presence did so moue, Why did not I assay to win her loue? She would not sure haue yeilded vnto me, Woemen loue onely oportunitie And not the man, or if she had denied Alone, I might haue forcd her to haue tried Who had bene stronger: ô vaine foole, to let Such blest occasion passe, Ile follow yet, My blood is vp, I cannot now forbeare. I come sweete Amoret, soft who is heere? A paire of louers, he shall yeild her me, Now lust is vp, alike all women be. Where shall we rest, but for the loue of me, Cloe I know ere this would weary be. Alexis let vs rest heere, if the place Be priuate, and out o the common trace Of euery shepheard: for I vnderstood, This night a number are about the wood, Then let vs choose some place where out of sight, We freely may inioy our stolne delight, Then boldly heere, where we shall nere be found, No shepheards way lies heere, tis hallowed ground, No maide seekes heere her straied Cow, or Sheepe, Faieries and Fawnes, and Satires do it keepe, Then carelessely rest heere, and clip and kisse, And let no feare make vs our pleasures misse. Then lye by me, the sooner we begin, The longer ere day descry our sin. Forbeare to touch my loue, or by yon flame The greatest power that Shepheards dare to name, Heere where thou first vnder this holy tree, Her to dishoner thou shalt buried be. If Pan himselfe should come out of the lawnes, With al his troopes of Satyres and of Faunes, And bid me leaue I sweare by her two eies, A greater oath then thine, I would not rise. Then from the cold earth neuer thou shalt moue, But loose at one stroke both thy life and loue. Hold gentle Shepheard.