Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Royal Entertainment at Highgate (The Penates) · chunk 4 of 5

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1604 [May 1] (Annals)
entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court
T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.68 · 494 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.

Again, great pair, I salute you; and with leave of all the gods: whose high pleasure it is, that MERCURY make this your holiday. May all the blessings both of earth, and heaven, concur to thank you: For till this days sun, I have faintly enjoyed a minute's rest to my creation. Now, I do, and acknowledge it you sole, and no less the divine benefit. If my desire to delight you, might not divert to your trouble, I would entreat your eyes to a new, and strange spectacle; a certain son of mine, whom the Arcadians call a god, howsoever the rest of the world receive him: It is the horned PAN, whom in the translated figure of a goat I begot on the fair Spartan PENELOPE; MAY, let both your ears, and looks forgive it: These are but the lightest escapes of our Deities. And, it is better in me, to prevent his rustic impudence, by my blushing acknowledgement, then, anon, by his rude, and not insolent claim, be enforced to confess him. Yonder he keeps, and with him the wood Nymphs, whose leader he is in rounds, and dances, to this sylvan music. The place, about which they skip, is the fount of laughter, or BACCHUS spring; whose statue is advanced on the top; and from whose pipes, at an observed hour of the day, there flows a lusty liquour, that hath the present virtue to expel sadness; and within certain minutes after it is tasted, force all the mirth of the spleen into the face. Of this is PAN the Guardian. Lo! the fountain begins to run, but the Nymphs at your sight are fled. PAN, and his satires wildly stand at gaze. I will approach, and question him: vouchsafe your ear, and forgive his behaviour, which (even to me, that am his parent) will no doubt be rude enough, though otherwise full of salt, which, except my presence did temper, might turn to be gall, and bitterness; but that shall charm him. O, it is MERCURY! Hollow 'em, again, What be all these, father? gods, or men? All human. Only, these two are deities on earth, but such, as the greatest powers of heaven may resign to. Why did our Nymphs run away? can you tell? Here be sweet beauty's love MERCURY well? I see by their looks. How say you? great master? Will you please to here? Shall I be your taster? PAN, you are too rude. It is but a glass, By my beard, and my horns, 'tis a health, and shall pass. Were he a king, and his mistress a queen This draft shall make him a petulant spleen. But, trow, is he loose, or costive of laughter? I'd know, to fill him his glass, thereafter, Sure, either my skill, or my sight doth mock, Or this lordings look should not care for the smock; And yet he should love both a horse and a hound,
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PlayThe Royal Entertainment at Highgate (The Penates)
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1604 [May 1]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [May 1]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)entertainment; royal entertainment or entry
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 767 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.19
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 108–125 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 5 in this edition
Length494 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pan cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.677 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Againe, great payre, I salute you; and with leaue of all the gods: whose high pleasure it is, that MERCVRY make this your holy-day. May all the blessings both of earth, and heauen, concurre to thanke you: For till this dayes sunne, I haue faintly inioy'd a minutes rest to my creation. Now, I do, and acknowledge it you sole, and no lesse the diuine benefit. If my desire to delight you, might not diuert to your trouble, I would intreat your eyes to a new, and strange spectacle; a certaine sonne of mine, whom the Arcadians call a god, howsoeuer the rest of the world receiue him: It is the horned PAN, whom in the translated figure of a goate I begot on the faire Spartan PENELOPE; MAY, let both your eares, and lookes forgiue it: These are but the lightest escapes of our Deities. And, it is better in me, to preuent his rusticke impudence, by my blushing acknowledgement, then, anon, by his rude, and not insolent clayme, be enforced to confesse him. Yonder hee keepes, and with him the wood Nymphes, whose leader he is in rounds, and daunces, to this Syluane musique. The place, about which they skip, is the fount of laughter, or BACCHVS spring; whose statue is aduanced on the top; and from whose pipes, at an obseru'd howre of the day, there flowes a lustie liquor, that hath the present vertue to expell sadnesse; and within certaine minutes after it is tasted, force all the myrth of the spleene into the face. Of this is PAN the Guardian. Loe! the fountain begins to run, but the Nymphes at your sight are fled. PAN, and his Satyres wildly stand at gaze. I will approach, and question him: vouchsafe your eare, and forgiue his behauiour, which (euen to me, that am his parent) will no doubt be rude ynough, though otherwise full of salt, which, except my presence did temper, might turne to be gall, and bitternesse; but that shall charme him. O, it is MERCVRY! Hollow 'hem, agen, What be all these, father? gods, or men? All humane. Onely, these two are deities on earth, but such, as the greatest powers of heauen may resigne to. Why did our Nymphes run away? can you tell? Here be sweet beauties loue MERCVRY well? I see by their lookes. How say you? great master? Will you please to heere? Shall I be your taster? PAN, you are too rude. It is but a glasse, By my beard, and my hornes, tis a health, and shall passe. Were he a king, and his mistresse a queene This draught shall make him a petulant spleene. But, trow, is he loose, or costiue of laughter? I'ld know, to fill him his glasse, thereafter, Sure, either my skill, or my sight doth mock, Or this lordings looke should not care for the smock; And yet he should loue both a horse and a hound,