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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love It is to be all made of sighs and tears, And so am I for Phebe. And I for Ganymede. And I for Rosalind. And I for no woman. It is to be all made of faith and service, And so am I for Phebe. And I for Ganymede. And I for Rosalind. And I for no woman. It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made oathes, All adoration, duty, and obseruance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance: And so am I for Phebe. And so am I for Ganymede. And so am I for Rosalind. And so am I for no woman. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? If this be so, why blame you me to love you? If this be so, why blame you me to love you? Why do you speak too. Why blame you me to love you. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of Irish Wolves against the Moon: I will help you if I can: I would love you if I could: To morrow meet me altogether: I will marry you, if ever I marry Woman, and I'll be married to morrow: I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to morrow. I will content you, if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to morrow: As you love Rosalind meet, as you love Phebe meet, and as I love no woman, I'll meet: so far you well: I have left you commands. I'll not fail, if I live. Nor I. Nor I. To morrow is the joyful day Audrey, to morrow will we be married. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world? here come two of the banished Duke's Pages. Well met honest Gentleman. By my troth well met: come, sit, sit, and a song. We are for you, sit i' th' middle. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice. I faith, ye faith, and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse. It was a Lover, and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hay nonino, That o'er the green corn field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty rang time. When Birds do sing, hay ding a ding, ding. Sweet Lovers love the spring, And therefore take the present time. With a hey, & a ho, and a hay nonino, For love is crowned with the prime. In spring time, etc.
nodes 1611–1656 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 44 in this edition
Length
482 words · 657 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)
Good ſhepheard, tell this youth what 'tis to loue It is to be all made of ſighes and teares, And ſo am I for Phebe. And I for Ganimed. And I for Roſalind. And I for no woman. It is to be all made of faith and ſeruice, And ſo am I for Phebe. And I for Ganimed. And I for Roſalind. And I for no woman. It is to be all made of fantaſie▪ All made of paſſion, and all made o hes, All adoration, dutie, and obſeruan, All humbleneſſe, all patience, and impatience, All puritie, all triall, all obſeruance: And ſo am I for Phebe. And ſo am I for Ganimed. And ſo am I for Roſalind. And ſo am I for no woman. If this be ſo, why blame you me to loue you? If this be ſo, why blame you me to loue you? If this be ſo, why blame you me to loue you? Why do you ſpeake too. Why blame you mee to loue you. To her, that is not heere, nor doth not heare. Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of Iriſh Wolues againſt the Moone: I will helpe you if I can: I would loue you if I could: To morrow meet me altogether: I wil marrie you, if euer I marrie Woman, and Ile be married to morrow: I will ſatisfie you▪ if euer I ſatisfi'd man, and you ſhall bee married to morrow. I wil content you, if what pleaſes you contents you, and you ſhal be married to morrow: As you loue Roſalind meet, as you loue Phebe meet, and as I loue no woman, Ile meet: ſo fare you wel: I haue left you commands. Ile not faile, if I liue. Nor I. Nor I. To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey, to morow will we be married. I do deſire it with all my heart: and I hope it is no diſhoneſt deſire, to deſire to be a woman of ye world? Heere come two of the baniſh'd Dukes Pages. Wel met honeſt Gentleman. By my troth well met: come, ſit, ſit, and a ſong. We are for you, ſit i' th middle. Shal we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or ſpitting, or ſaying we are hoarſe, which are the onely prologues to a bad voice. I faith, y' faith, and both in a tune like two gipſies on a horſe. It was a Louer, and his laſſe, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o're the greene corne feild did paſſe, In the ſpring time, the onely pretty rang time. When Birds do ſing, hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet Louers loue the ſpring, And therefore take the preſent time. With a hey, & a ho, and a hey nonino, For loue is crowned with the prime. In ſpring time, &c.