The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 36 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 0.74 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
This Lad can tell you that, better than I, But if his sorrow will not let his tongue Deliver it, I'll tell you sir; you were in love. With whom, I pray? One whom they call Selina. Ha, Selina? in what a depth of black forgetfulness Is Infortunio fallen into? Selina, Could I forget Selina? oh Shepherdess, I was not mad till now: for can I be myself, and forget her? oh, in this question I am undone: for I do hold myself And all my understanding by her name, I am a beggar, she hath purchased all, Nor am I master of one thought of comfort I borrow not from her: what curse was fall'n Upon my memory, to forget Selina? Sir, you remember her too well, unless She would deserve it better. It is not in her power to deserve, boy, For she is now beholding for herself Unto another. Oh, this tears my soul, You did not well to release me of my furies, And make me sensible again of that Was my first corrosive, it was unfriendly: Oh, 'twas a happiness to be mad, stark mad, For she being lost, what have I else to lose? I was all hers, I gave myself away: And deeds of gift should hold. Why should you be so passionate? let once reason so late recovered, teach you love yourself, reserved for nobler fortune. It is true, I am a very fool in doing so, And will you be a Mistress then, and teach me How to forget myself? what sayst boy? Shall I be Shepherd too? I will live here And have thy company, thou art like my Love, Shall we Shepherdess? With all my heart. Come let's sit down awhile, nature hath spread Her Carpets for us here, this is the lowest, And yet 'tis higher than a Palace: pray Teach me your Shepherd's life, now I do long To be a woodman too, and you shall do A double cure upon me. Stay, yonder are some Shepherds, let's on this bank sit down and prattle. And how long is't, since your Sweetheart forsook you? It will be a quarter of a year next grass. Alas, poor Mopsa, but come, put him out of thy mind, sing him away. Laugh, and sing him to his grave shall I? And never love him more. Oh no, his love like a canker hath eat such a great hole into my heart, I cannot forget him, but I'll sing a song of him. Prithee do. Here's innocence of all sides, who would live Out of this Commonwealth, where honest Swains Are Lords and subjects? Here is no acquaintance With craft and falsehood, all their souls are clad In true simplicity: I will take a truce With care a while, to talk with this poor wench. Mopsa I heard you named, pray tell me, Were you in love? Yes forsooth. With whom, forsooth?
nodes 1185–1243 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 44 in this edition
Length
491 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.736 (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)
This Lad can tell you that, better then I, But if his sorrow will not let his tongue Deliuer it, Ile tell you sir; you were in loue. With whom, I pray? One whom they call Selina. Ha, Selina? in what a depth of black forgetfulnesse Is Infortunio fallen into? Selina, Could I forget Selina? oh Shepheardesse, I was not mad till now: for can I be My selfe, and forget her? oh, in this question I am vndone: for I doe hold my selfe And all my vnderstanding by her name, I am a begger, she hath purchas'd all, Nor am I master of one thought of comfort I borrow not from her: what curse was falne Vpon my memorie, to forget Selina? Sir, you remember her too well, vnlesse She would deserue it better. It is not in her power to deserue, boy, For she is now beholding for her selfe Vnto another. Oh, this teares my soule, You did not well to release me of my furies, And make me sensible againe of that Was my first corrosiue, it was vnfriendly: Oh, twas a happinesse to be mad, starke mad, For she being lost, what haue I else to lose? I was all hers, I gaue my selfe away: And deedes of gift should hold. Why should you be so passionate? let once reason so late recouered, teach you loue your selfe, reseru'd for nobler fortune. It is true, I am a very foole in doing so, And will you be a Mistris then, and teach me How to forget my selfe? what saist boy? Shall I be Shepheard too? I will liue here And haue thy company, thou art like my Loue, Shall we Shepheardesse? With all my heart. Come let's sit downe awhile, nature hath spred Her Carpets for vs here, this is the lowest, And yet 'tis higher then a Palace: pray Teach me your Shepheards life, now I doe long To be a wood-man too, and you shall doe A double cure vpon me. Stay, yonder are some Shepheards, lets on this banke sit downe and prattle. And how long ist, since your Sweet-heart forsooke you? It will be a quarter of a yeere next grasse. Alas, poore Mopsa, but come, put him out of thy minde, sing him away. Laugh, and sing him to his graue shall I? And neuer loue him more. Oh no, his loue like a canker hath eate such a great hole into my heart, I cannot forget him, but Ile sing a song of him. Prethee doe. Heres innocence of all sides, who would liue Out of this Common-wealth, where honest Swaines Are Lords and subiects? Here is no acquaintance With craft and falshood, all their soules are clad In true simplicity: I will take a truce With care a while, to talke with this poore wench. Mopsa I heard you nam'd, pray tell me, Were you in loue? Yes forsooth. With whom, forsooth?