The Royal Entertainment at Highgate (The Penates) · chunk 5 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 0.78 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
And not rest till he saw his game on the ground: Well, look to him, Dame; beshrew me were I 'Mongst these bonny-bells, you should need a good eye. Here mistress; all out. Since a god is your skinker: By my hand, I believe you were borne a good drinker. They are things of no spirit, their blood is asleep, That, when it is offered 'em do not drink deep. Come, who is next? Our liquor here cools. Ladies, I'm sure, you all ha' not fools At home to laugh at. A little of this, ta'en down here in private, were not amiss. Believe it, she drinks like a wench, that had store Of lord for her laughter, will you have more? What answer you, lordings? will you any, or none? Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known. They that love mirth, let 'em heartily drink, 'Tis the only receipt, to make sorrow sink. The young Nymph, that's troubled with an old man, Let her laugh him away, as fast as he can. Nay drink, and not pause, as who would say must you? But laugh at the wench, that next doth trust you. To you, sweet beauty; nay, 'pray you come hither: ere you sit out, you'll laugh at a feather. I'll never fear you, for being too witty, You sip, so like a forsooth of the city, Lords, for yourselves, your own cups crown, The ladies, i'faith, else will laugh you down. Go to, little blushet, for this, anon, you'll steal forth a laugh in the shade of your fan. This, and another thing, I can tell you, Will breed a laughter, as low as your belly Of such sullen pieces, JOVE send us not many, They must be tickled, before they will any. What have we done? They that want, let 'em call, Gallants, of both sides, you see here is all. PAN'S entertainment: Look for no more. Only, good faces, I read you, make store Of your amorous Knights, and Squires hereafter, They are excellent sponges, to drink up your laughter. Farewell, I must seek out my Nymphs, that you frighted; Thank HERMES, my father, if aught have delighted. I am sure, thy last rudeness cannot; for it makes me seriously ashamed. I will not labour his excuse, since I know you more ready to pardon, than he to trespass: but, for your singular patience, tender you all abundance of thanks; and, mixing with the Master of the place, in his wishes, make them my divinations: That your loves be ever flourishing as May, and your house as fruitful: That your acts exceed the best, and your years the longest of your predecessors: That no bad fortune touch you, nor good change you. But still, that you triumph, in this facility, over the ridiculous pride of other Princes; and for ever live safe in the love, rather, than the fear of your subjects.
nodes 126–167 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 5 in this edition
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489 words · 674 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.778 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
And not rest till he saw his game on the ground: Well, looke to him, Dame; beshrow me were I 'Mongst these bonny-bells, you should need a good eye. Here mistresse; all out. Since a god is your skinker: By my hand, I beleeue you were borne a good drinker. They are things of no spirit, their blood is asleepe, That, when it is offred 'hem do not drinke deepe. Come, who is next? Our liquour here cooles. Ladies, I'am sure, you all ha' not fooles At home to laugh at. A little of this, Tane downe here in priuate, were not amisse. Beleeue it, she drinkes like a wench, that had store Of lord for her laughter, will you haue more? What answere you, lordings? will you any, or none? Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is knowne. They that loue mirth, let 'hem heartily drinke, 'Tis the only receipt, to make sorrow sinke. The yong Nymph, that's troubled with an old man, Let her laugh him away, as fast as he can. Nay drinke, and not pause, as who would say must you? But laugh at the wench, that next doth trust you. To you, sweet beauty; nay, 'pray you come hether: E're you sit out, yow'le laugh at a fether. Ile neuer feare you, for being too wittie, You sip, so like a forsooth of the citie, Lords, for your selues, your owne cups crowne, The ladies, ifaith, else will laugh you downe. Goe to, little blushet, for this, anan, Yow'le steale forth a laugh in the shade of your fan. This, and another thing, I can tell you, Will breed a laughter, as low as your belly Of such sullen pieces, IOVE send vs not many, They must be tickled, before they will any. What haue we done? They that want, let'hem call, Gallants, of both sides, you see here is all. PAN'S entertaynment: Looke for no more. Only, good faces, I reed you, make store Of your amorous Knights, and Squiers hereafter, They are excellent sponges, to drinke vp your laughter. Farewell, I must seeke out my Nymphs, that you frighted; Thanke HERMES, my father, if ought' haue delighted. I am sure, thy last rudenesse cannot; for it makes me seriously asham'd. I will not labor his excuse, since I know you more readie to pardon, then he to trespasse: but, for your singular patience, tender you all aboundance of thankes; and, mixing with the Master of the place, in his wishes, make them my diuinations: That your loues be euer flourishing as May, and your house as fruitfull: That your acts exceed the best, and your yeares the longest of your predecessors: That no bad fortune touch you, nor good change you. But still, that you triumph, in this facilitie, ouer the ridiculous pride of other Princes; and for euer liue safe in the loue, rather, then the feare of your subiects.