Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.74 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Oh good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed: Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up, Even with the having, it is not so with thee: But poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossom yield, In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry, But come thy ways, we'll go along together, And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, we'll light upon some settled low content. Master go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty, From seventy years, till now almost fourscore Here lived I, but now live here no more At seventeen years, many their fortunes seek But at fourscore, it is too late a week, Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well, and not my Master's debtor. O Iupiter, how merry are my spirits? I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore courage, good Aliena. I pray you bear with me, I cannot go no further. For my part, I had rather bear with you, then bear you: yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse. Well, this is the Forest of Arden. I, now am I in Arden, the more fool I, when I was at home I was in a better place, but travelers must be content. I, be so good Touchstone: Look you, who comes here, a young man and an old in solemn talk. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Oh Corin, that thou knewest how I do love her. I partly guess: for I have loved ere now. No Corin, being old, thou canst not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow: But if thy love were ever like to mine, As sure I think did never man love so: How many actions most ridiculous, Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Oh thou didst then never love so heartily, If thou remember'st not the slightest folly, That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistress praise, Thou hast not loved. Or if thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not loved. O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe. Alas poor Shepherd searching of they would, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
nodes 483–535 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 44 in this edition
Length
501 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.737 (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)
Oh good old man, how well in thee appeares The conſtant ſeruice of the antique world, When ſeruice ſweate for dutie, not for meede: Thou art not for the faſhion of theſe times, Where none will ſweate, but for promotion, And hauing that do choake their ſeruice vp, Euen with the hauing, it is not ſo with thee: But poore old man, thou prun'ſt a rotten tree, That cannot ſo much as a bloſſome yeelde, In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie, But come thy waies, weele goe along together, And ere we haue thy youthfull wages ſpent, Weele light vpon ſome ſetled low content. Maſter goe on, and I will follow thee To the laſt gaſpe with truth and loyaltie, From ſeauentie yeeres, till now almoſt foureſcore Here liued I, but now liue here no more At ſeauenteene yeeres, many their fortunes ſeeke But at foureſcore, it is too late a weeke, Yet fortune cannot recompence me better Then to die well, and not my Maſters debter. O Iupiter, how merry are my ſpirits? I care not for my ſpirits, if my legges were not wearie. I could finde in my heart to diſgrace my mans apparell, and to cry like a woman: but I muſt comfort the weaker veſſell, as doublet and hoſe ought to ſhow it ſelfe coragious to petty-coate; therefore courage, good Aliena. I pray you beare with me, I cannot goe no further. For my part, I had rather beare with you, then beare you: yet I ſhould beare no croſſe if I did beare you, for I thinke you haue no money in your purſe. Well, this is the Forreſt of Arden. I, now am I in Arden, the more foole I, when I was at home I was in a better place, but Trauellers muſt be content. I, be ſo good Touchſtone: Look you, who comes here, a yong man and an old in ſolemne talke. That is the way to make her ſcorne you ſtill. Oh Corin, that thou knew'ſt how I do loue her. I partly gueſſe: for I haue lou'd ere now. No Corin, being old, thou canſt not gueſſe, Though in thy youth thou waſt as true a louer As euer ſigh'd vpon a midnight pillow: But if thy loue were euer like to mine, As ſure I thinke did neuer man loue ſo: How many actions moſt ridiculous, Haſt thou beene drawne to by thy fantaſie? Into a thouſand that I haue forgotten. Oh thou didſt then neuer loue ſo hartily, If thou remembreſt not the ſlighteſt folly, That euer loue did make thee run into, Thou haſt not lou'd. Or if thou haſt not ſat as I doe now, Wearing thy hearer in thy Miſtris praiſe, Thou haſt not lou'd. Or if thou haſt not broke from companie, Abruptly as my paſſion now makes me, Thou haſt not lou'd. O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe. Alas poore Shepheard ſearching of they would, I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne.