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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Ha: what sayst thou Siluius? Sweet Phebe pity me. Why I am sorry for thee gentle Siluius. Where ever sorrow is, relief would be: If you do sorrow at my grief in love, By giving love your sorrow, and my grief Were both extermined. Thou hast my love, is not that neighbourly? I would have you. Why that were covetousness: Siluius; the time was, that I hated thee; And yet it is not, that I bear thee love, But since that thou canst talk of love so well, Thy company, which erst was irksome to me I will endure; and I'll employ thee too: But do not look for further recompense Then thine own gladness, that thou art employed. So holy, and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps: lose now and then A scattered smile, and that I'll live upon. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me yere-while? Not very well, but I have met him oft, And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds That the old Carlot once was Master of. Think not I love him, though I ask for him, 'Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well, But what care I for words? yet words do well When he that speaks them pleases those that hear: It is a pretty youth, not very pretty, But sure he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him; he'll make a proper man: the best thing in him Is his complexion: and faster than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up: He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall: His leg is but so so, and yet 'tis well: There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper, and more lusty red Then that mixed in his cheek: 'twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red, and mingled Damask. There be some women Siluius, had they marked him In parcels as I did, would have gone near To fall in love with him: but for my part I love him not, nor hate him not: and yet Have more cause to hate him then to love him, For what had he to do to chide at me? He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, And now I am remembered, scorned at me: I marvel why I answered not again, But that's all one: omittance is no quittance: I'll write to him a very tanting Letter, And thou shalt bear it, wilt thou Siluius? Phebe, with all my heart. I'll write it straight: The matter's in my head, and in my heart, I will be bitter with him, and passing short; Go with me Siluius.
nodes 1222–1280 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 44 in this edition
Length
478 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.740 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T25 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hah: what ſaiſt thou Siluius? Sweet Phebe pitty me. Why I am ſorry for thee gentle Siluius. Where euer ſorrow is, reliefe would be: If you doe ſorrow at my griefe in loue, By giuing loue your ſorrow, and my griefe Were both extermin'd. Thou haſt my loue, is not that neighbourly? I would haue you. Why that were couetouſneſſe: Siluius; the time was, that I hated thee; And yet it is not, that I beare thee loue, But ſince that thou canſt talke of loue ſo well, Thy company, which erſt was irkeſome to me I will endure; and Ile employ thee too: But doe not looke for further recompence Then thine owne gladneſſe, that thou art employd. So holy, and ſo perfect is my loue, And I in ſuch a pouerty of grace, That I ſhall thinke it a moſt plenteous crop To gleane the broken eares after the man That the maine harueſt reapes: looſe now and then A ſcattred ſmile, and that Ile liue vpon. Knowſt thou the youth that ſpoke to mee yere-while? Not very well, but I haue met him oft, And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds That the old Carlot once was Maſter of. Thinke not I loue him, though I ask for him, 'Tis but a peeuiſh boy, yet he talkes well, But what care I for words? yet words do well When he that ſpeakes them pleaſes thoſe that heare: It is a pretty youth, not very prettie, But ſure hee's proud, and yet his pride becomes him; Hee'll make a proper man: the beſt thing in him Is his complexion: and faſter then his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heale it vp: He is not very tall, yet for his yeeres hee's tall: His leg is but ſo ſo, and yet 'tis well: There was a pretty redneſſe in his lip, A little riper, and more luſtie red Then that mixt in his cheeke: 'twas iuſt the difference Betwixt the conſtant red, and mingled Damaske. There be ſome women Siluius, had they markt him In parcells as I did, would haue gone neere To fall in loue with him: but for my part I loue him not, nor hate him not: and yet Haue more cauſe to hate him then to loue him, For what had he to doe to chide at me? He ſaid mine eyes were black, and my haire blacke, And now I am remembred, ſcorn'd at me: I maruell why I anſwer'd not againe, But that's all one: omittance is no quittance: Ile write to him a very tanting Letter, And thou ſhalt beare it, wilt thou Siluius? Phebe, with all my heart. Ile write it ſtrait: The matter's in my head, and in my heart, I will be bitter with him, and paſſing ſhort; Goe with me Siluius.