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 0.69 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
So over great with joy, that you live now I am, that no desire of knowing how doth seize me; hast thou still power to forgive, Whilst thou hast power to love, or I to live, More welcome now then hadst thou never gone A stray from me. And when thou lov'st alone And not I, death or some lingering pain That's worse, light on me. Now your stain Perhaps will cleanse, thee once again See the blood that erst did stay, With the water drops away: All the powers again are pleased, And with this new knot are appeased: join your hands, and rise together, Pan be blessed that brought you hither. Go back again whate'er thou art: unless Smooth maiden thoughts possess thee, do not press This hallowed ground, go Satire take his hand, And give him present trial. Mortal stand. Till by fire, I have made known Whether thou be such a one, That mayst freely tread this place, Hold thy hand up, never was, More untainted flesh then this, Fairest he is fall of bliss. Then boldly speak why dost thou seek this place, First honoured virgin to behold thy face, Where all good dwells, that is, next for to try The truth of late report, was given to me: Those shepherds that have met with foul mischance, Through much neglect, and more ill governance, Whether the wounds they have may yet endure The open air, or stay a longer cure, And lastly what the doom may be, shall light Upon those guilty wretches, through whose spite All this confusion full. For to this place, Thou holy maiden have I brought the race, Of these offenders, who have freely told, Both why, and by what means, they gave this bold Attempt upon their live. Fume all the ground, And sprinkle holy water, for unsound And foul Infection gins to fill the Air It gathers yet more strongly, Of Censors filled with frankincense and myrrh. Together with cold Camphire, quickly stir. The gentle Satire, for the place begins To sweat and labour, with the abhorred sins Of those offenders, let them not come nigh, For full of itching flame and leprosy, Their very souls are, that the ground goes back, And shrinks to feel the sullen weight of black And so unheard of venom, high thee fast, Thou holy man, and banish from the chaste, These manlike monsters, let them never more Be known upon thes downs, but long before, The next suns rising, put them from the sight, And memory of every honest wight. Be quick in expedition, lest the sores Of these weak patients, break into new gores My dear dear Amoret, how happy are, Those blessed paires, in whom a little lrr Hath bred an everlasting love, to strong For time or steel, or envy to do wrong, How do you feel your hurts, a lass poor heart How much I was abused, give me the smart For it is justly mine. I do believe. It is enough dear friend, leave off to grieve, And let us once more in despite of ill, Give hands, and hearts again
nodes 2528–2601 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 40 in this edition
Length
524 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.690 (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)
So ouer great with ioy, that you liue nowe I am, that no desire of knowing how doeth seaze me; hast thou still power to forgiue, Whil'st thou hast power to loue, or I to liue, More welcome now then hadst thou neuer gone A stray from me. And when thou lou'st alone And not , death or some lingring pain That's worse, light on me. Now your staine Perhaps will cleanse, thee once againe See the bloud that erst did stay, With the water drops away: All the powers againe are pleas'd, And with this newe knot are appeasd: Ioyne your hands, and rise together, Pan be blest that brought you hether. Goe backe againe what ere thou art: vnlesse Smooth maiden thoughts possesse thee, doe not presse This hallowed ground, goe Satire take his hand, And giue him present triall. Mortall stand. Till by fire, I haue made knowne Whether thou be such a one, That mayst freely tread this place, Holde thy hand vp, neuer was, More vntainted flesh then this, Fairest he is fall of blisse. Then boldely speake why doest thou seeke this place, First honourd virgin to behold thy face, Where all good dwells, that is, next for to try The trueth of late report, was giuen to mee: Those sheepheards that haue met with oule mischance, Through much neglect, and more ill gouernance, Whether the wounds they haue may yet endure The open ayre, or stay a longer cure, And lastly what the doome may be, shall light Vpon those guilty wretches, through whose spight All this confusion full. For to this place, Thou holy mayden haue I brought the race, Of these offenders, who haue freely tolde, Both why, and by what meanes, they gaue this bold Attempt vpon their liue. Fume all the ground, And sprinckle holy water, for vnsound And foule Infection ginnes to fill the Ayre It gathers yet more strongly, Of Censors fild with Franckensence and Mirr. Together with cold Camphire, quickly stirr. The gentle Satire, for the place beginns To sweat and labour, with the abhorred sinnes Of those offendors, let them not come nye, For full of itching flame and leprosie, Their very soules are, that the ground goes backe, And shrinks to feele the ullen waight of black And so vnheard of vennome, hye thee fast, Thou holy man, and bannish from the chast, These manlike monsters, let them neuer more Be knowen vpon thes dounes, but longe before, The next sunnes rising, put them from the sight, And memory of euery honest wight. Be quicke in expedition, lest the sores Of these weake patients, breake into newe gores My deare deare Amoret, how happy are, Those blessed paires, in whom a little lrr Hath bred an euerlasting loue, to strong For time or steele, or enuy to do wrong, How do you feele your hurts, a lasse poore heart How much I was abusd, giue me the smart For it is iustly mine. I doe beleeue. It is enough deare friend, leaue off to grieue, And let vs once more in despight of ill, Giue hands, and hearts againe