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 0.84 · 549 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
with better will, Than ere I went to find, in hottest day Cool Christ all of the fountain, to allay My eager thirst, may this band never break, Hear us o heaven. Be constant. Else Pan wreak With double vengeance, my disloyalty. Let me not dare to know the company Of men, or any more behold those eyes. Thus shepherd with a kiss all envy dies. Bright Maid, I have performed your will, the swain In whom such heat, and black rebellion's reign Hath undergone your sentence: Only the maid I have reserved, whose face shows much amendment, many a tear doth fall In sorrow of her fault, great fair recall Your heavy doom, in hope of better days Which I dare promise: once again, upraise her heavy Spirit, that near drowned lies In self consuming care that never dies. I am content to pardon: call her in, The air grows cool again, and doth begin To purge itself, how bright the day doth show After this stormy cloud, go Satire go, And with this taper boldly try her hand. If she be pure and good, and firmly stand to be so still: we have performed a work worthy the gods themselves Come forward Maiden, do not lurk Nor hide your face with grief & shame, Now or never get a name, That may raise thee, and recure, All thy life that was impure, Hold your hand unto the flame, If thou be'st a perfect dame: Or hast truly vowed to mend, This pale fire will be thy friend. See the Taper hurts her not, Go thy ways let never spot, Henceforth cease upon thy blood. Thank the Gods and still be good. Young shepherdess now, ye are brought again To virgin state, be so, and so remain To thy last day, unless the faithful love Of some good shepherd force thee to remove, Then labour to be true to him, and live As such a one, that ever strives to give A blessed memory to after Time: Be famous for your good, not for your crime. Now holy man, I offer up again These patients full of health, and free from pain Keep them, from after ills, be ever near Unto their actions: teach them how to clear, The tedious way they pass though, from suspect Keep them from wrong in others, or neglect Of duty in themselves, correct the blood, With thrifty bits and labour, let the flood, Or the next neighbouring spring give remedy To greedy thirst, and travail, not the tree That hangs with wanton clusters, let not wine Unless in sacrifice or rights divine, Be ever known of shepherds, have a care, Thou man of holy life, Now do not spare, Their faults through much remissness, not forget, To cherish him, whose many pains and sweat, Hath given increase, and added to the downs. Sort all your Shepherds from the lazy clowns: That feed their heifers in the budded Brooms, Teach the young maidens strictness that the grooms May ever fear to tempt their blowing youth, Banish all complement but single truth. From every tongue, and every shepherds heart, Let them use persuading, but no Art: Thus holy Priest, I wish to thee and these, All the best goods and comforts that may please,
nodes 2602–2677 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 40 in this edition
Length
549 words · 684 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.838 (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)
with better will, Thn ere I went to finde, in hottest day Coole Christ all of the fountaine, to allay My eager thirst, may this band neuer breake, Heare vs o heauen. Be constant. Else Pan wreake With double vengeance, my disloyalty. Let me not dare to knowe the company Of men, or any more behold those eyes. Thus shheepheare with a kisse all enuy dies. Bright Maid, I haue perform'd your will, the swaine In whom such heate, and blacke rebellions raigne Hath vndergone your sentence: Only the maide I haue reseru'd, whose face shewes much amendment, many a teare doth fall In sorrow of her fault, great faire recall Your heauie doome, in hope of better dayes Which I dare promise: once again, vpraise her heauy Spirit, that neere drowned lies In selfe consming care that neuer dies. I am content to pardon: call her in, The ayre growes coole againe, and doth beginn To purge it selfe, how bright the day doth showe After this stormy cloud, goe Satire goe, And with this taper boldly try her hand. If she be pure and good, and firmely stand to be so still: we haue perfoormd a woorke worthy the gods them-selues Come forward Maiden, do not lurke Nor hide your face with griefe & shame, Now or neuer get a name, That may raise thee, and recure, All thy lie that was impure, Holde your hand vnto the flame, If thou beest a perfect dame: Or hast truely vowd to mend, This pale fire will be thy friend. See the Taper hurts her not, Goe thy waies let neuer spot, Hencefoorth ceaze vpon thy bloode. Thanke the Gods and still be good. Yonge sheepheardesse now, ye are brought againe To virgin state, be so, and so remaine To thy last day, vnlesse the faithfull loue Of some good sheepeheard force thee to remoue, Then labour to be true to him, and liue As such a one, that euer striues to giue A blessed memory to after Time: Be famous for your good, not for your crime. Now holy man, I offer vp againe These patients full of health, and free from paine Keepe them, from after ills, be euer neere Vnto their actions: teach them how to cleare, The tedeous way they passe though, from suspect Keepe them from wrong in others, or neglect Of duety in them selues, correct the bloud, With thrifty bitts and laboure, let the flood, Or the next neghbouring spring giue remedy To greedy thirst, and trauaile, not the tree That hanges with wanton clusters, let not wine nlesse in sacrifice or rights deuine, Be euer knowen of shepheards, haue a care, Thou man of holy life, Now do not spare, Their faults through much remissnes, not forget, To cherish him, whose many paynes and sweat, Hath giuen increase, and added to the downes. Sort all your Shepheards from the lazie clownes: That feede their heafers in the budded Broomes, Teach the young maydens tricknes that ye grooms May euer feare to tempt their blowing youth, Banish all complement but single truth. From euery tongue, and euery Shepheards heart, Let them vse perswading, but no Art: Thus holy Priest, I wish to thee and these, All the best goods and comforts that may please,