Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Then hear me heaven: to whom I call for right. And you fair twinkling stars that crown the night, And hear me woods and and silence of this place, And ye sad hours, that move a sullen pace, Hear me ye shadows, that delight to dwell, In horrid darkness, and ye powers of Hell, Whilst I breathe out my last, I am that maid, That yet untainted Amoret that played: The careless Prodigal: and gave away: My soul to this young man that now dares say: I am a stranger, not the same, more wild, And thus with much beleife, I was be guild, I am that Maid, that have delayed deny, Aud almost scornd the loues of all that tryded, To win me but this swain, and yet confess, I have been wooed by many with no less. Soul of affection and have often had: Rings Belts and Cracknels. sent me from the lad. That feeds his flocks down westward, Lambs and Doves By young Alexis, Daphnis sent me gloves, All which I gave to thee not these nor they That sent them, did I smile one, or ere lay. up to my after memory but why, Do I resolve to grieve and not to die Happy had been the stroke thou gavest if home, By this time had I found a quiet room. Where every slave is free, and every breast, That living bread, new care, now lies at rest, And thither will poor Amoret, Thou must, Was ever any man, so loath to trust, His Eyes as I, or was there ever yet, Any so like, as this to Amoret, For whose dear sake, I promise if there be A living soul within thee thus to free, Thy Body from it, So this work hath end. Farewell and live be constant to thy friend, That loves thee next, See the day begins to break, And the light shuts like a streak, Of subtle fire the wind blows cold, Whilst the morning doth unfold, Now the Birds begin to rouse, And the squirrel from the boughs, leaps to get him Nuts and fruit, The early Lark erst was mute, carols to the rising day, Many a Note, and many lay, Therefore here I end my watch, lest the wandering Swain should catch, Harm or lose him Amo self: ah me. speak again whate'er thou be, I am ready speak I say, By the dawning of the day, By the power of Night and Pan; I enforce thee speak again, O I am most unhappy. Yet more blood, Sure these wanton Swains are wood, Can there be a hand, or heart, Dare commit so vild a part, As this Murder, by the Moon, That hid herself when this was done, Never was a sweeter face, I will bear her to the place, Where my Goddess keeps and crave, Her to give her life, or grave,
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Then heare mee heauen: to whome I call for right. And you sayre twinckling starres that crowne the night, And heare mee woods and and silence of this place, And ye sad howers, that mooue a sullen pace, Heare mee ye shadowes, that delight to dwell, In horred darknesse, and ye powers of Hell, Whilst I breath out my last, I am that mayde, That yet vntaynted Amoret tha played: The carelesse Prodigall: and gaue awaye: My soule to this younge man that now dares say: I am a stranger, not the same, more wild, And thus with much beleife, I was be guild, I am that Mayde, that haue delayd denye, Aud almost scornd the loues of all that tryded, To win me but this swayne, and yet confesse, I haue bene woed by many with no lesse. Soule of affection and haue often had: Ringes Rellts and Cracknels. sent me from the lad. That eeds his flockes downe westward, Lambes and Doues By young Alexis, Daphnis sent me gloues, All which I gaue to thee not theise nor they That sent them, did I smyle one, or ere lay. vpp to my afer memoye but why, Do I resolue to grieue and not to dye Happy had bene the stroake thou gauest if home, By this tyme had I found a quiet roome. Where euery slaue is free, and euery brest, That liuing bread, new care, now lyes at rest, And thether will poore Amoret, Thou must, Was euer any man, soe loath to trust, His Eyes as I, or was ther euer yet, Any so like, as this to Amoret, For whose deare ake, I promise if ther bee A liuing soule within thee thus to ree, Thy Body from it, So this worke hath end. Farewell and liue be constant to thy friend, That loues thee next, See the day begins to breake, And the light shutts like a streake, Of subtill fier the wind blowes cold, Whilst the morning doth vnfold, Nowe the Byrds begin to rouse, And the Squyrrill from the boughes, Leps to gett him Nutts and fruite, The early Larke earst was mute, Carrlls to the Risinge daye, Many a Note, and manye laye, Therfore here I end my watch, Least the wandering Swayne should catch, Harme or loose him self Amo: ah mee. speake agayne what ere thou bee, I am ready speake I say, By the dawning of the day, By the power of Night and Pan; I inforce thee speake againe, O I am most vnhappie. Yet more blood, Sure these wanton Swaynes are wood, Can there be a hand, or hart, Dare commit so vild a part, As this Murder, by the Moone, That hydd her selfe when this was done, Neuer was a sweeter face, I will beare her to the place, Where my Goddess keepes and craue, Her to giue her life, or graue,