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 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Fairest Shepherdess, Come you with me, I do not love ye less Than that fond man that would have kept you there From me of more desert. O yet forbear To take her from me, give me leave to die By her. Now whilst theme one doth rule the sky, And the stars, whose feeble light Give a pale shadow to the night, Are up, great Pan commanded me To walk this grove about, whilst he In a corner of the wood, Where never mortal foot hath stood, Keeps dancing, music and a feast, To entertain a lovely guest: Where he gives her many a rose Sweeter than the breath that blows The leaves: grapes, berries of the best, I never saw so great a feast. But to my charge: here must I stay, To see what mortals lose their way, And by a false fire seeming bright, Train them in and leave them right: Then must I watch if any be Forcing of a chastity, If I find it, then in haste, Give my wreathed horn a blast, And the fairies all will run, Wildly dancing by the moon, And will pinch him to the bone, Till his lustful thoughts be gone. O death! Back again about this ground Sure I hear a mortal sound, I bind thee by this powerful spell, By the waters of this well: By the glimmering moon beams bright, Speak again thou mortal wight. Oh Speak again thou mortal wight, Here the foolish mortal lies, Sleeping on the ground, arise, The poor wight is almost dead, On the Ground his wounds have bled, And his Clothes fold with his blood, To my Goddess in the wood, Will I lead him, whose hands pure, Will help this mortal wight to cure, Since I beheld, you shaggy Man, my breast, Doth pant, each bush methinks should hide a Beast, Yet my desire, keeps still above my fear, I would fain meet some Shepherd knew I where, For from one cause of fear, I am most free, It is Impossible to Ravish me, I am so willing, here upon this ground, I left my love all Bloody with his wound, Yet till that fearful shape made me be gone, Though he were hurt, I furnished was of one, But now both lost Alexis speak or move, If thou hast any life thou art yet my love, he's dead, or else is with his little might, Crept from the Bank for fear of that ill sprite, Then where art thou that struck'st my love oh stray, Bring me thyself in Change, and then I'll say, Thou hast some justice, I will make thee trim, With Flowers, and Garlands, that were meant for him, I'll Clip thee round, with both mine arms as fast, As I did mean, he should have been embraced. But thou art fled what hope is left for me? I'll run to Daphnis in the hollow tree. Who I did mean to mock, though hope be small,
nodes 1192–1263 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 40 in this edition
Length
502 words · 630 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)
Fairest Shepheardesse, Come you with me, I do not loue ye lesse Then that fond man that would haue kept you there From me of more desert. O yet forbeare To take her from me, giue me leaue to die By her. Now whilst theme one doth rule the sky, And the starres, whose feeble light Giue a pale shadow to the night, Are vp, great Pan commaunded me To walke this groue about, whilst he In a corner of the wood, Where neuer mortall foote hath stood, Keepes dancing, musicke and a feast, To intertaine a louely guest: Where he giues her many a rose Sweeter then the breath that blowes The leaues: grapes, beries of the best, I neuer saw so great a feast. But to my charge: heere must I stay, To see what mortalls loose their way, And by a false fire seeming bright, Traine them in and leaue them right: Then must I watch if any be Forcing of a chastity, If I finde it, then in haste, Giue my wreathed horne a blast, And the faieries all will run, Wildely dauncing by the moone, And will pinch him to the bone, Till his lustfull thoughts be gone. O death Backe againe about this ground Sure I heare a mortall sound, I binde thee by this powerfull spell, By the waters of this well: By the glimmering moone beames bright, Speake againe thou mortall wight. Oh Speake againe thou mortall wight, Heere the foolish mortall lies, Sleeping on the ground, arise, The poore wight is almost dead, On the Ground his woundes haue bled, And his Clothes fould with his bloud, To my Goddesse in the wood, Will I lead him, whose hands pure, Will helpe this mortall wight to cure, Since I beheld, you shaggy Man, my brest, Doth pant, each bush me thinks should hide a Beast, Yet my desire, keepes still aboue my feare, I would faine meete some Sheapheard knew I where, For from one cause of feare, I am most free, It is Impossible to Rauish mee, I am soe willing, here vpon this ground, I left my loue all Bloody wih his wound, Yet till that fearefull shape made me be gone, Though he were hurt, I furnisht was of one, But now both lost Alexis speake or moue, If thou hast any life thou art yet my loue, Hee's dead, or else is with his little might, Crept from the Bancke for feare of that ill spright, Then where art thou that struck'st my loue o stray, Bring mee thy selfe in Change, and then Ile say, Thou hast some Iustice, I will make thee trim, With Flowers, and Garlands, that were ment for him, Ile Clip thee round, with both mine armes as fast, As I did meane, he should haue bin imbraced. But thou art fled what hope is left for mee? Ile run to Daphnis in the hollow tree. Who I did meane to mocke, though hope be small,