The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 30 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.81 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
When we hunt, as there is store Of deer, the trembling Hare, and Boar, You would think that you had seen Gods in Shepherd's weeds again. A hundred pretty Nymphs apace Tripping o'er the lands, and chase, As many Lads, the gentle air Playing with their dangling hair. Sometimes we dance a fairy round, Hand in hand upon the ground, Shepherds piping, Garlands crowning, With our harmless bosoms drowning. Walk unto the silver brook, You shall need no other hook, To catch the dancing fish withal, But a song, or Madrigal. When the clouds let fall their showers, We have at hand a hundred bowers, Where under sweet-briar, safe are we And honey-dropping woodbine tree, Here in spite of storms we tell Stories of love, of Philomell, Of Paris, and the Golden ball, Of Echo, and Narcissus fall. Here no false-love brings despair, jealousy, or suspicion, care, Always happy most of all On Silvanus' festival. No more, good Shepherds, you undo a boy With the opinion of his happiness: If a few jewels I have brought with me, May find acceptance here, I shall bestow them As freely as your loves have fall'n on me. Nay then, I'll force 'em on you, I have left To purchase a Flock with you. We thank you, gentle boy, gooden, We must to our Flocks again. But Shepherdess, or sister if thou wilt, Oh would thou wert, I prithee call me brother, Hath Love a part among you, tell me pray, What punishment inflict you on false love? But sure you are exempt from such A misery: what then Is her reward, that out of peevishness contemns the honest passion of her Lover, Insults upon his virtue, and doth place Unworthily her affection? Though such a woman need no curse, Being one herself, or worse, Yet we Shepherd's use to say, May she love another day, And not be loved, die in despair, And have no other Tomb but air. A prey, a prey! Where did you get that face? That goddess face? it was Selina's once: How came you by it? did she on her deathbed Bequeath her beauty as a legacy, Not willing it should die, but live and be A lasting death to Infortunio? Oh she was cruel, not to bury it with her! But I am a fool, 'tis Venus and her Son, Where be your Bow and Arrows, little Cupid? Didst thou maliciously spend all thy Quiver Upon my heart, and not reserve one shaft To make Selina love me? Tell me, Venus, Why did you use me so? you shall no more Be Queen of Love. Stay, stay, Cupid was blind, How comes he now to see? yes, he did see, He never could have wounded me so right else. Why then let Fortune have her eyes again, And all things see how wretched I am made. Oh, is there not within the power of Art, How to restore this Gentleman?
nodes 929–1002 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 44 in this edition
Length
494 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (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)
When we hunt, as there is store Of Deere, the trembling Hare, and Bore, You would thinke that you had seene Gods in Shepheards weeds agen. A hundred pretty Nymphes apace Tripping ore the lands, and chase, As many Lads, the gentle aire Playing with their dangling haire. Sometimes we dance a Feary round, Hand in hand vpon the ground, Shepheards piping, Garlands crowning, With our harmelesse bosomes drowning. Walke vnto the siluer brooke, You shall need no other hooke, To catch the dancing fish withall, But a song, or Madrigall. When the clouds let fall their showres, We haue at hand a hundred bowres, Where vnder Sweet-bryer, safe are wee And honey-dropping Woodbind tree, Here in spight of stormes we tell Stories of loue, of Philomell, Of Paris, and the Golden ball, Of Eccho, and Narcissus fall. Here no false-loue brings despaire, Iealousie, or suspition, care, Alwaies happy most of all On Siluanus festiuall. No more, good Shepheards, you vndoe a boy With the opinion of his happinesse: If a few Iewels I haue brought with me, May find acceptance here, I shall bestow them As freely as your loues haue falne on me. Nay then, Ile force 'em on you, I haue left To purchase a Flock with you. We thanke you, gentle boy, gooden, We must to our Flockes agen. But Shepheardesse, or sister if thou wilt, Oh would thou wert, I preethee call me brother, Hath Loue a part among you, tell me pray, What punishment inflict you on false loue? But sure you are exempt from such A misery: what then Is her reward, that out of peeuishnesse Contemnes the honest passion of her Louer, Insults vpon his vertue, and doth place Vnworthily her affection? Though such a woman need no curse, Being one her selfe, or worse, Yet we Shepheards vse to say, May she loue another day, And not be lou'd, dye in despaire, And haue no other Tombe but aire. A prey, a prey! Where did you get that face? That goddesse face? it was Selina's once: How came you by it? did she on her death-bed Bequeath her beauty as a legacy, Not willing it should die, but liue and be A lasting death to Infortunio? Oh she was cruell, not to bury it with her! But I am a foole, 'tis Venus and her Sonne, Where be your Bow and Arrowes, little Cupid? Didst thou maliciously spend all thy Quiuer Vpon my heart, and not reserue one shaft To make Selina loue me? Tell me, Venus, Why did you vse me so? you shall no more Be Queene of Loue. Stay, stay, Cupid was blind, How comes he now to see? yes, he did see, He neuer could haue wounded me so right else. Why then let Fortune haue her eyes agen, And all things see how wretched I am made. Oh, is there not within the power of Art, How to restore this Gentleman?