Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love Crowns the End

Tatham, John, published 1640 · pastoral · Boys Nonprofessional/School;Nonprofessional

9chunks
4,541words
2topics
66 %unassigned

Metadata

TitleLove Crowns the End
AuthorTatham, John
Publication year (edition)1640
Genre (British Drama)pastoral
Genre group (comparison)pastoral — from the British Drama label · Annals: pastoral
Play typeBoys Nonprofessional/School;Nonprofessional
Work / edition / TCP / DEEPwork 600 · edition 1154 · TCP A13393 · DEEP 5130.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
First performance / composition (Annals)1632
First performance (BritDrama)1632
PrinterNorton, John (2)
PublisherBest, Richard
FormatOctavo
Greg600a(i)
Genre (Annals)Pastoral
Genre (BritDrama)Pastoral
BritDrama no.2374
Title page[I4r] LOVE CROWNS THE END. A PASTORALL
Title-page performance notePRESENTED BY THE SCHOLLEES OF BINGHAM in the County of Notingham, in the yeare 1632.
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Topic composition (share of words)

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10–70520unassignedYOu stars of Honour, brighter than the day, Or new raised Phoebus in his morning Ray; A● rich in Wisdom as in …
271–144504unassignedIs the body go than? Or else my eyes do fail me as an▪ abject not worth their help. Thy crime requires contrit…
3145–202494unassignedWe stay too long son, pray make haste, Let us not spend time in waste. Daughter, you shall go with me, Where t…
4203–265534T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan0.85O friend! I●le be your servant, and your flocks will keep. I'll nightly watch while you do sweetly sleep▪ And …
5266–328527T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint0.81Dearest Love, fair as the Eastern morn, When with her Summer's robe she decks the Plains, And hangs on every b…
6329–421499T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint0.84Where do you lead me? How blessed are we, that Fortune hath So much befriended us in this happy? Convenient op…
7422–483492unassignedAre you but men, and dare do this? O spare Lysander, sheath your swords in me. we'll not expostulate: take tha…
8484–552494unassignedI an contented. I know Lysander's dead, Than farewell maidenhead; Thou art but one: When I an go: It never sha…
9553–595477unassignedYou sirrah, madcap, that creeps like a Crab there: Hark you, do not you know one Francisco and Pisander, two v…