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 0.80 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
From this glass I throw a drop, Of crystal water on the top. Of every grass on flowers a pair: Send a fume and keep the Air, Pure and wholesome, sweet & blessed, Till this virgin's wound be dressed, Satire help to bring her in, By Pan, I think she hath no sin. She is so light, lie on these leaves, Sleep that mortal sense deceives. Crown thine eyes, and ease thy pain, Mayst thou soon be well again, Satire bring the Shepherd near, Try him if his mind be clear, Shepheard come, My thoughts are pure, The better trial to endure. In this flame his finger thrust, Which will burn him if he lust. But if not away will turn, As loath unspotted flesh to burn: See it gives back let him go. Farewell Mortal keep thee so. Stay fair Nymph, fly not so fast, we must try if yond be chaste: Here's a hand that quakes for fear, Sure she will not prove so clear: Hold her finger to the flame: That will yield her praise or shame. To her doom she dares not stand, But plucks away her tender hand: And the Taper darting sends, His hot beams at her finger's ends. O thou art foul within, and haste; A mind if nothing else unchaste. Is not that Cloe? 'tis my love; 'tis she: Cloe, fair Cloe. My Alexis. Alexis: He. Let me embrace thee. Take her hence, lest her sight disturb his sense. Take not her: take my life first. See his wound again is burst, Keep her near here in the wood. Till I have stopped these streams of blood. Soon again he ease shall find, If I can but still his mind: This curtain thus I do display, To keep the piercing Air away. Sure they are lost for ever, 'tis in vain, To find them out, with trouble and much pain: That have a Ripe desire, and forward will, To fly the company of all, but ill: What shall be counselled: Now shall we retire? Or constant follow still, that first desire, We had to find them? Stay a little while: For if the morning's mist do not beguile, My sight with shadows: sure I see a swain One of this jolly troops come back again. Dost thou not blush young shepherd to be known, Thus without care, leaving thy flocks alone: And following what desire and present blood, Shapes out before thy burning sense, for good, Having forgot what tongue hereafter may Tell to the world thy fall off, and say Thou art regardless both of good and shame, Spurning at virtue, and a virtuous name: And like a glorious desperate man, that buys, A poison of much price, by which he dies Dost thou lay out for lust, whose only gain, Is foul disease, with present age and pain: And then a Grave: these be the fruits that grow, In such hot veins that only beat to know, Where they may take most ease & grow ambitious, Through their own wanton fire, and pride delicious.
nodes 2235–2309 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 40 in this edition
Length
514 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.796 (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)
From this glasse I throw a dropp, Of Christall water on the topp. Of euery grasse on flowers a payre: Send a fume and keepe the Ayre, Pure and wholesome, sweete & blest, Till this virgins wound be drest, Satyre help to bring her in, By Pan, I thinke shee hath no sinne. She is so light, lye on these leaues, Sleepe that mortall sence deceaues. Crowne thine eyes, and ease thy paine, Mayst thou sone be well againe, Satyre bring the Shephard nere, Trye him if his mind be cleere, Shepheard come, My thoughts are pure, The better tryall to endure. In this flame his figer thrust, Which will burne him if he lust. But if not away will turne, As loath vnspotted flesh to burne: See it giues backe let him go. Farewell Mortall keepe thee so. Stay fayre Nymph, flye not so fast, Wee must trye if yon be chaste: Heres a hand that quaks for feare, Sure she will not proue so cleare: Hold her finger to the flame: That will yeeld her praise or shame. To her doome shee dares not stand, But pluckes away her tender hand: And the Taper darting sends, His hot beames at her fingers ends. O thou art foule within, and hast; A mind if nothing else vnchast. Is not that Cloe? tis my loue; tis shee: Cloe, faire Cloe. My Alexis. Alexis: He. Let me imbrace thee. Take her hence, Least her sight disturbe his sence. Take not her: take my life first. See his wound againe is burst, Keepe her neere heere in the wood. Til I haue stopt these streames of bloud. Soone againe he ease shall find, If I can but still his minde: This curtaine thus I do display, To keepe the pierceing Ayre away. Sure they are lost for euer, tis in vaine, To finde them out, with trouble and much paine: That haue a Ripe desire, and forward will, To flye the company of all, but ill: What shall be counsaild: Now shall we retire? Or constant follow still, that first desire, We had to finde them? Stay a little while: For if the mornings mist do not beguile, My sight with shaddowes: sure I see a swaine One of this iolly troopes come backe againe. Doest thou not blush young sheepheard to be knowne, Thus without care, leauing thy flocks alone: And followinge what desire and present bloud, Shapes out before thy burning sence, for good, Hauinge forgot what tongue hereafter may Tell to the world thy faleing off, and say Thou art regardlesse both of good and shame, Spurning at vertue, and a verteous name: And like a glorious desperat man, that buies, A poison of much price, by which he dyes Doest thou lay out for lust, whose only gaine, Is foule disease, with present age and paine: And then a Graue: these be the frutes that growe, In such hot vaines that only beat to know, Where they may take most ease & growe ambtious, Through their owne wanton fire, and pride deitious.