Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.79 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
And do desire That as you shall approve of my good parts— Well 't will do— now I will knock— But I will open and enter, 'tis a Solecismo For to be modest in such businesses. Well done my Squire o'th' bottles, stand you there. Sir I do come now from my Lady, ha, ha, he, And do desire, that as you shall approve Of my good parts— ha, ha, he— Well take the glass, and get you home, hum, hum, hum. If I can win the Girl, I'll find a trick For to dispatch old Lively presently And with much ease; a piece of bread and a pin Will do the cure, or else an honest burr Leapt up in butter. Here's a precious rogue, Oh it is Hugo Obligation The precise Scrivener, that these three years' space Has laboured for orders, this same villain Sure is the likeliest man to carry her— But see where Lively stands, I'll not be seen. Being one whom he does use in all his Covenants. But I'll out live them all, the Knaves. I'll now Go taste a bowl of pure refined air Upon yond hill. Yet stay a little, who is this? he's gone. Once more the coast is clear, now I'll adventure Towards the Shepherds door: not far from hence Hid in a thicket I have provided for me A Shepherds robes, these, if I can prevail With this same Stipes for to undertake A Servant of my commendation, Will I straight leap into, and so remain Disguised with him, for (as I understand) The family doth consist of himself and's dog, As for his wife she seldom is at home Being a famous Midwife. Blessed house! Surely in such a place Hippolytus Did hunt away his solitary hours. But I forget (tick tock) why Shepherd, Stipes. How? Not yet awake? Is not this Anteros? How I was dealt withal by nature when She moulded this same lump of clay together, And seasoned it with soul, I know not, but Let me get out o'th' world with obloquy If ever I could find in all the herd Of womankind yet so much excellence As could procure a sigh, or kindle in me The least spark of a desire. 'tis he, his phrase Betrays him. I confess like Whelps or Kitlings Whilst they are young, and suck, and do not know The use of tongue, they're pretty creatures, and They may be looked upon without the danger Of either stool or vomit— but— But— Well Sir Ruffian, I hope to see this Blasphemy of yours against that feathered Deity sent home with a shaft in your bosom for interest ere long. What my little ubiquitary Love-all? my Page of the Smock? my commodity above stairs? my Court Shuttlecock? tossed from one Lady to another? The Kernel of thy glove sweet lack. Take shell and all.
nodes 570–629 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 63 in this edition
Length
484 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (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)
And doe deſire That as you ſhall approue of my good parts— Well 't will doe — now I will knock — But I will open and enter, 'tis a Solaeciſmo For to be modeſt in ſuch buſineſſes. Well done my Squire o'th bottles, ſtand you there. Sir I doe come now from my Lady, ha, ha, he, And doe deſire, that as you ſhall approue Of my good parts— ha, ha, he — Well take the glaſſe, and get you home, hum, hum, hum. If I can winne the Girle, I'le find a trick For to diſpatch old Liuely preſently And with much eaſe; a peice of bread and a pinne Will doe the cure, or elſe an honeſt burre Lapt vp in butter. Here's a precious rogue, Oh it is Hugo Obligation The preciſe Scriuener, that theſe three yeares ſpace Has laboured for orders, this ſame villaine Sure is the likelieſt man to carry her— But ſee where Liuely ſtands, Ile not be ſeene. Being one whom he does vſe in all his Couenants. But I'le out liue them all, the Knaues. Ile now Goe taſt a bowle of pure refined ayre Vpon yond hill. Yet ſtay a little, who is this? hee's gone. Once more the coaſt is cleare, now I'le aduenture Towards the Sheepheards doore: not farre from hence Hid in a thicket I haue prouided for me A Sheepheards robes, theſe, if I can preuaile With this ſame Stipes for to vndertake A Seruant of my commendation, Will I ſtreight leape into, and ſo remaine Diſguiſ'd with him, for (as I vnderſtand) The family doth conſiſt of himſelfe and's dog, As for his wife ſhee ſeldome is at home Being a famous Midwife. Bleſſed houſe! Surely in ſuch a place Hippolytus Did hunt away his ſolitary howers. But I forget (tick tock) why Sheepheard, Stipes. How? Not yet awake? Is not this Anteros? How I was dealt withall by nature when Shee molded this ſame lumpe of clay together, And ſeaſon'd it with ſoule, I know not, but Let mee get out o'th world with obloquy If euer I could find in all the herd Of woman-kind yet ſo much excellence As could procure a ſigh, or kindle in mee The leaſt ſparke of a deſire. Tis he, his phraſe Betrayes him. I confeſſe like Whelps or Kitlings Whilſt they are young, and ſuck, and doe not know The vſe of tongue, they're pretty creatures, and They may be look'd vpon without the danger Of either ſtoole or vomit— but— But— VVell Sir Ruffian, I hope to ſee this Blaſphemy of yours againſt that feathered Deity ſent home with a ſhaft in your boſome for intereſt ere long. VVhat my little vbiquitary Loueall? my Page of the Smock? my commodity aboue ſtaires? my Court Shittlecocke? toſt from one Lady to an other? The Kernell of thy gloue ſweete lack. Take ſhell and all.