Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.84 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
He after Honour hunts, I after Love; He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; I love myself, my friends, and all for love: Thou Iulia, thou hast metamorphized me: Made me neglect my Studies, lose my time; War with good counsel; set the world at nought; Made Wit with musing, weak; hart sick with thought. Sir Protheus:' save you: saw you my Master? But now he parted hence to embark for Milan. Twenty to one then, he is shipped already, And I have played the Sheep in losing him. Indeed a Sheep doth very often stray, And if the Shepherd be awhile away. You conclude that my Master is a Shepherd then, and I Sheep? I do. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. A silly answer, and fitting well a Sheep. This proves me still a Sheep. True: and thy Master a Shepherd. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. It shall go hard but i'll prove it by another. The Shepherd seeks the Sheep, and not the Sheep the Shepherd; but I seek my Master, and my Master seeks not me: therefore I am no Sheep. The Sheep for fodder follow the Shepherd, the Shepherd for food follows not the Sheep: thou for wages followest thy Master, thy Master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a Sheep. Such another proof will make me cry baâ. But dost thou hear: gav'st thou my Letter to Iulia? I Sir: I (a lost-Mutton) gave your Letter to her (a lac'd-Mutton) and she (a lac'd-Mutton) gave me (a lost-Mutton) nothing for my labour. Here's too small a Pasture for such store of Muttons. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Nay, in that you are astray: 'twere best pound you. Nay Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your Letter. You mistake; I mean the pound, a Pinfold. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover But what said she? I. Nodi, why that's noddy. You mistook Sir: I say she did nod; And you ask me if she did nod, and I say I And that set together is noddy. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. Why Sir, how do you bear with me? Marry Sir, the letter very orderly, Having nothing but the word noddy for my pains. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Come, come, open the matter in brief; what said she. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter may be both at once delivered.
nodes 63–111 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 34 in this edition
Length
478 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (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)
He after Honour hunts, I after Loue; He leaues his friends, to dignifie them more; I loue my ſelfe, my friends, and all for loue: Thou Iulia▪ thou haſt metamorphis'd me: Made me neglect my Studies, looſe my time; Warre with good counſaile; ſet the world at nought; Made Wit with muſing, weake; hart ſick with thought. Sir Protheus: 'ſaue you: ſaw you my Maſter? But now he parted hence to embarque for Millain. Twenty to one then, he is ſhip'd already, And I haue plaid the Sheepe in looſing him. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often ſtray, And if the Shepheard be awhile away. You conclude that my Maſter is a Shepheard then, and I Sheepe? I doe. Why then my hornes are his hornes, whether I wake or ſleepe. A ſilly anſwere, and fitting well a Sheepe. This proues me ſtill a Sheepe. True: and thy Maſter a Shepheard. Nay, that I can deny by a circumſtance. It ſhall goe hard but ile proue it by another. The Shepheard ſeekes the Sheepe, and not the Sheepe the Shepheard; but I ſeeke my Maſter, and my Maſter ſeekes not me: therefore I am no Sheepe. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard, the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe: thou for wages followeſt thy Maſter, thy Maſter for wages followes not thee: therefore thou art a Sheepe. Such another proofe will make me cry baâ. But do'ſt thou heare: gau'ſt thou my Letter to Iulia? I Sir: I (a loſt-Mutton) gaue your Letter to her (a lac'd-Mutton) and ſhe (a lac'd-Mutton) gaue mee (a loſt-Mutton) nothing for my labour. Here's too ſmall a Paſture for ſuch ſtore of Muttons. If the ground be ouer-charg'd, you were beſt ſticke her. Nay, in that you are aſtray: 'twere beſt pound you. Nay Sir, leſſe then a pound ſhall ſerue me for carrying your Letter. You miſtake; I meane the pound, a Pinfold. From a pound to a pin? fold it ouer and ouer, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer But what ſaid ſhe? I. Nod-I, why that's noddy. You miſtooke Sir: I ſay ſhe did nod; And you aske me if ſhe did nod, and I ſay I. And that ſet together is noddy. Now you haue taken the paines to ſet it together, take it for your paines. No, no, you ſhall haue it for bearing the letter. Well, I perceiue I muſt be faine to beare with you. Why Sir, how doe you beare with me? Marry Sir, the letter very orderly, Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines. Beſhrew me, but you haue a quicke wit. And yet it cannot ouer-take your ſlow purſe. Come, come, open the matter in briefe; what ſaid ſhe. Open your purſe, that the money, and the matter may be both at once deliuered.