The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 42 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 0.84 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Master Blew-pottles, have you any stomachs or appetites to have any ploughs or knogs upon your costards, look you? No great stomach at this time, sir, I thank you: alas, I have 'em every day, they are no novelties with me. Come, Master Ienkin, I now perceive you loved my daughter, if you had acquainted me in time, I should not have been unwilling to have called you son, but since 'tis too late, let your wisdom check impatience: I know you are of a noble temper, howsoever passion may a little cloud your virtues, let's be all friends I pray. Here is very could honest words, yes, look you, Ienkin is in all amities and friendships, but— Oh, no more shooting at that but: hark, I hear the Shepherd's music, and voice too, let's sit down I pray, Antonio keep thy word. Woodmen Shepherds, come away, This is Pan's great holiday, Throw off cares, With your heaven aspiring airs Help us to sing While valleys with your Echoes ring. Nymphs that dwell within these groves, Leave your Arbours, bring your loves, gather poesies, Crown your golden hair with Roses, As you pass Foot like Fairies on the grass. joy drown our bowers, Philomell, Leave of Tereus' rape to tell, Let trees dance, As they at Thracian lyre did once, Mountains play, This is the Shepherd's holiday. Post hence satyrs and give way, For fairer souls to grace the day, And this presence, whip the air With new ravishings, hence with care, By the forelock hold Time fast, Lest occasion slip too fast Away from us, joys here distil. Pleasures all your bosoms fill. Fair Nymph, vouchsafe the honour to dance with me. Troth, sir, I cannot dance. We know you are Selina. Your hand, fairest. Disdain not, gentle sir. pibble pables, with all her hearts, look you. Noble sir. Fair Lady, at your service. I will not change. Nor I. Which is Antonio? It will break out anon. You are a thief. Ha? You have robbed Selina. Then I'll make restitution, what are you? Antonio. The Devil you are! faith, deal honestly with me, and I'll be true to thee: who art? I am Selina by my hopes of heaven. Ha, sister then! I have no brother but Antonio. And I am he. Oh happiness! If thou be'st Antonio, what made thee assume my habit? Of that anon. Lives Infortunio? he's here, and with him Gasparo and my sister the lost Felice. I am ravished with this wonder. Keep your face constant: the Music calls. Ha, what means this? Selina. Your blessing, sir, we are your children. Who's this? I am Selina, sir. And I am Antonio. Amazement: thou Antonio? he Selina? Ha, how's this, my wife become a man? I confess she played the man with me. But who is this? I am Felice, sir, your long lost Daughter, Found out by Gasparo, unto whom my vows In Heaven were long since sacred, and I beg Once more he may be mine.
nodes 1442–1512 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 44 in this edition
Length
504 words · 725 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.842 (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)
Master Blew-pottles, haue you any stomakes or appetites to haue any plowes or knogs vpon your costards, looke you? No great stomack at this time, sir, I thanke you: alas, I haue 'em euery day, they are no nouelties with me. Come, Master Ienkin, I now perceiue you lou'd my daughter, if you had acquainted me in time, I should not haue beene vnwilling to haue cald you sonne, but since 'tis too late, let your wisedome checke impatience: I know you are of a noble temper, howsoeuer passion may a little cloud your vertues, lets be all friends I pray. Here is very cood honest words, yes, looke you, Ienkin is in awle amities and friendships, but— Oh, no more shooting at that but: harke, I heare the Shepheards musicke, and voyce too, lets sit downe I pray, Antonio keepe thy word. Wood-men Shepheards, come away, This is Pans great holy-day, Throw off cares, With your heauen aspiring aires Helpe vs to sing While valleyes with your Ecchoes ring. Nymphes that dwell within these groues, Leaue your Arbours, bring your loues, gather poesies, Crowne your golden haire with Roses, As you passe Foote like Fayries on the grasse. Ioy drowne our bowers, Philomell, Leaue of Tereus rape to tell, Let trees dance, As they at Thracian Lire did once, Mountaines play, This is the Shepheards holiday. Post hence Satyres and giue way, For fairer soules to grace the day, And this presence, whip the aire With new rauishings, hence with care, By the forelocke hold Time fast, Lest occasion slip too fast Away from vs, ioyes here distill. Pleasures all your bosomes fill. Faire Nymph, vouchsafe the honor to dance with me. Troth, sir, I cannot dance. We know you are Selina. Your hand, fairest. Disdaine not, gentle sir. Pible pables, with awle her hearts, looke you. Noble sir. Faire Lady, at your seruice. I will not change. Nor I. Which is Antonio? It will breake out anon. You are a thiefe. Ha? You haue robd Selina. Then Ile make restitution, what are you? Antonio. The Deuill you are! faith, deale honestly with me, and Ile be true to thee: who art? I am Selina by my hopes of heauen. Ha, sister then! I haue no brother but Antonio. And I am he. Oh happinesse! If thou beest Antonio, what made thee assume my habit? Of that anon. Liues Infortunio? Hees here, and with him Gasparo and my sister the lost Felice. I am rauisht with this wonder. Keepe your face constant: the Musicke calls. Ha, what meanes this? Selina. Your blessing, sir, we are your children. Who's this? I am Selina, sir. And I am Antonio. Amazement: thou Antonio? he Selina? Ha, how's this, my wife become a man? I confess she plaid the man with me. But who is this? I am Felice, sir, your long lost Daughter, Found out by Gasparo, vnto whom my vowes In Heauen were long since sacred, and I beg Once more he may be mine.