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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Here whilst one patient takes his rest secure I steal a broad to do another Cure, Pardon thou buried body of my love, That from thy side I dare so soon remove, I will not prove unconstant nor will leave, Thee for an hour alone, when I deceive, My first made vow, the wildest of the wood, Tear me, and o'er thy Grave let out my blood, I go by wit to Cure a lovers pain, Which no herb can, being done, I'll come again, Poor shepherd in this shade for ever lie, And seeing thy fair Clorin's, Cabin die, O hapless love which being answered ends, And as a little Infant cries and bends, His tender Brows, when rolling of his eye, He hath espied some thing that glisters nigh. Which he would have, yet give it him, away, He throws it straight, and cries a fresh to play With some thing else such my affection set, On that which I should loathe if I could get See where he lies did ever man but he, Love any woman for her Constancy, To her dead lover which she needs must end, Before she can allow him, for her friend, And he himself, must needs the cause destroy, For which he loves, before he can enjoy, Poor shepherd, Heaven grant I at once may free, Thee from thy pain, and keep my loyalty, Shepherd look up, Thy brightness doth amaze, So Phoebus may at Noon bid mortals gaze, Thy glorious constancy appears so bright, I dare not meet the Beams with my weak sight Why dost thou pine away thyself for me Why dost thou keep such spotless constancy? Thou holy Shepherd see what for thy sake, Clorin, thy Clorin, now dare undertake, he starts up Stay there, thou constant Clorin if there be, Yet any part of woman left in thee, To make thee light think yet before thou speak, See what a holy vow, for thee I break, I that already have my fame far spread, For being constant to my lover dead think yet dear Clorin of your love, how true, If you had died, he would have been to you Yet all I'll lose for thee. Think but how blessed, A constant woman is above the rest, And offer up myself, here on this ground, To be disposed by thee, why dost thou wound, His heart with Malice, against women more. That hated all the Sex, but thee before, How much more pleasant had it been to me, To die than behold this change in thee, Yet, yet return: let not the woman sway, Insult not on her now, nor use delay Who for thy sake hath ventured all her fame, Thou hast not ventured but bought Certain shame, Your Sexes Curse, foul falsehood, must and shall, I see once in your lives light on you all; I hate thee now: yet turn Be just to me: Shall I at once lose both my fame and thee,
nodes 2030–2093 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 40 in this edition
Length
501 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.827 (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)
Here whilst one patient takes his rest secure I steale a broad to doe annother Cure, Pardon thou buryed body of my loue, That from thy side I dare so soone remooue, I will not proue vnconstant nor will leaue, Thee for an hower alone, when I deceaue, My first made vowe, the wildest of the wood, Teare me, and ore thy Graue lett out my blood, I goe by witt to Cure a louers payne, Which no hearb can, being done, Ile come againe, Poore Sheapeard in this shade for euer lye, And seeing thy fayre Clorins, Cabin dye, O happlesse loue which being answered ends, And as a little Infant cryes and bendes, Hist tender Browes, when rowling of his eye, He hath espyed some thing that glisters nye. Which he would haue, yet giue it him, away, He throwes it straight, and cryes a fresh to playe With some thing else such my affection sett, On that which I should loath if I could geett See where hee lies did euer man but hee, Loue any woeman for her Constancy, To her dead louer which she needs must end, Before she can alowe him, for her freind, And he himselfe, must needes the cause destroye, For which he loues, before he can inioye, Poore Sheapeard, Heauen grant I at once may free, Thee from thy payne, and keepe my loyalty, Sheapheard looke vpp, Thy brightnesse doth amaze, Soe Phoebus may at Noone byd mortalls gaze, Thy glorious constancy appeares so bright, I dare not meete the Beames with my weakesight Why dost thou pyne away thy selfe for mee Why dost thou keepe such spottlesse constancy? Thou holy Sheapheard see what for thy sake, Clorin, thy Clorin, now dare vndertake, he starts vp Stay ther, thou constant Clorin if ther bee, Yet any part of woeman left in thee, To make thee light thincke yet before thou speake, See what a holy vowe, for thee I breake, I that already haue my fame arr spread, For beeing constant to my louer dead thincke yet deare Clorin of your loue, how trewe, If you had dyed, he would haue bene to you Yet all Ile loose for thee. Thincke but how blest, A constant woeman is aboue the rest, And offer vpp my selfe, here on this round, To be disposd by thee, why dost thou wound, His hart with Mallice, against woemen more. That hated all the Sex, but thee before, How much more pleasant had it bene to mee, To dye then behold this change in thee, Yet, ye returne: let not the woeman swaye, In sult not on her now, nor vse delaye Who for thy sake hath venturd all her fame, Thou hast not venturd but bought Certaine shame, Your Sexes Curse, foule falshood, must and shall, I see once in your liues light on you all; I hate thee now: yet turne Be iust to mee: Shall I at once loose both my fame and thee,