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 0.86 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Right holy Sir I have not known this night, What the smooth face of Mirth was: or the sight, Of any looseness, music, joy and ease, Have been to me, as bitter drugs to please A Stomach lost with weakness, not a game That I am skilled at throughly, nor a dame, Went her tongue smother than the feet of Time, Her bevy ever living like the Rhyme, Our blessed Tityrus did sing of yore, No, were she more enticing than the store Of fruitful Summer, when the loaden tree, Bids the faint traveler be bold and free 'twere but to me like Thunder 'gainst the bay, Whose lightning may enclose, but never stay Upon his charmed branches, such am I, Against the catching flames of woman's eye. Then wherefore hast thou wandered. 'twas a vow, that drew me out last night, which I have now, Strictly performed, and homewards go to give fresh pasture to my sheep, that they may live. 'tis good to hear ye Shepherd if the heart, In this well sounding Music bear his part; Where have you left the rest, I have not seen, Since yesternight, we met upon this green, To fold our flocks up, any of that train Yet have I walked these woods round and have lain All this long night under an aged tree. Yet neither wandering Shepherd did I see, Or Shepherdess, or drew into mine ear, The sound of living thing unless it were, The Nightingale, among the thick leaved spring That fits alone, in sorrow and doth sing: Whole nights away in mourning, or the Owl, Or our great Enemy that still doth howl. Against the moons cold beams. Go and beware, Of after falling. Father 'tis my care. Here comes another straggler, sure I see, A shame in this young Shepherd Daphinis, He, Where hast left the rest, that should have been Long before this, grazing upon the green: Their yet imprisoned flocks, Thou holy man. Give me a little breathing till I can, Be able to unfold what I have seen, Such horror that the like hath never been, Known to the ear of Shepherd: oh my heart, Labours a double motion to impart, So heavy tidings you all know the Bower, Where the chaste Clorin, lives by whose great power, Sick men and cattle have been often cured, There lovely Amoret, that was assured, To lusty Perigot: bleeds out her life: Forced by some iron hand and fatal knife, And by her young Alexis. If there be Ever a Neighbor-brook or hollow tree, Receive my body, close me up from lust, That follows at my heels, be ever just, Thou God of shepherds: Pan for her dear sake, That loves the rivers brinks, and still doth shake, In cold remembrance of thy quick pursuit: Let me be made a reed, and ever mute, Nod to the waters fall, whilst every blast, Sings through my slender leaves that I was chaste:
nodes 2310–2378 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 40 in this edition
Length
495 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.855 (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)
Right holy Sir I haue not knowen this night, What the smooth face of Mirth was: or the sight, Of any loosenesse, musicke, ioy and ease, Haue bene to me, as bitter drugges to please A Stomake lost with weakenesse, not a game That I am skild at throghly, nor a dame, Went her tongue smoother then the feete of Time, Her beauy euer liuing like the Rime, Our blessed Tyterus did singe of yore, No, were shee more entising then the store Of fruitfull Summr, when the loaden tree, Bids the faint Traueller be bolde and free Twere but to me like Thunder gainst the bay, Whose lightning may inclose, but neuer stay Vpon his charmed branches, such am I, Against the catchiug flames of womans eye. Then wherefore hast thou wandred. Twas a vowe, that drew me out last night, which I haue nowe, Strictly perform'd, and homewards go to giue fresh pasture to my sheepe, that they may liue. Tis good to heare ye Sheeph ard if the heart, In this well sounding Musick beare his part; Where haue you left the rest, I haue not seene, Since yesternight, we met vpon this greene, To fould our flocks vp, any of that trayne Yet haue I walkt these woods round and hauelaine All this long night vnder an aged tree Yet neyther wandring Shepheard did I see, Or Shepheardesse, or drew into myne eare, The sound of liuing thing vnlesse it were, The Nightingale, among the thicke leaued spring That fits alone, in sorrow and doth sing: Whole nights away in mourning, or the Owle, Or our great Enemye that still doth howle. Against the Moones cold beames. Go and beware, Of after falling. Father tis my care. Here comes another straggler, sure I see, A shame in this young Shepheard Daphinis, Hee, Where hast left the rest, that should haue bene Long before this, grazing vpon the greene: Their yet imprisond flocks, Thou holy man. Giue me a litle breathing till I can, Be able to vnfold what I haue seene, Such horror that the like hath neuer bene, Knowne to the eare of Shepheard: oh my heart, Lbours a double motion to impart, So heauy tydings you all know the Bower, Where the chast Clorin, liues by whose great power, Sicke men and cattell hane bene often cur'd, There louely Amoret, that was assur'd, To lusty Perrigot: bleedes out her life: Forced by some iron hand and fatall knife, And by her young Allexs. If there be Euer a Neighbour-brooke or hollow tree, Receiue my body, close me vp from lust, That follows at my heeles, be euer iust, Thou God of sheepheards: Pan for her deare sake, That loues the Riuers brinks, and still doeth shake, In colde remenbrance of thy quick pursute: Let me be made a reede, and euer mute, Nod to the waters fall, whilest euery blast, Singes through my slender leaues that I was chaste: