Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 3 (numps, numpes, blastfield, wares, parson, nidden…). Matches are highlighted.
this place? Make known your state, and look what slender grace, A Shepherds poor ability may yield, You shall be sure of, ere I leave the field. It was beside, unnatural constraint: But by the tenure of your joust complaint, It seems you are not minded to return, Nor any more to dwell where you were born. Soft Ranger, you do
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I think my Boy be fled away by charm. Ranger well met: within thy walk I pray, Sawest thou not Moyso, my unhappy Boy? Because the wag, possessed with doubtful fear, Least I would beat him for a fault he did: Amongst those Trees, I do suspect he's hid. But how now Ranger? you mistake I trow, This is a Lady, and no barren Dow. Perhaps to me she will: speak gentle dame? What danger great hath driven you to this place? Make known your state, and look what slender grace, A Shepherds poor ability may yield, You shall be sure of, ere I leave the field. It was beside, unnatural constraint: But by the tenure of your joust complaint, It seems you are not minded to return, Nor any more to dwell where you were born. Soft Ranger, you do range beyond your skill, My house is nearer: and for my good will, It shall exceed a woodman's wooden stuff: Then go with me, I'll keep you safe enough. And I and arbour, may delight a Queen. Young Kid and Lamb, we shepherd's can afford. Yes, ranging now and then, A Hog, a Goose, a Capon, or a Hen. For that I have, a garden full of Bees, Whose buzzing music with the flowers sweet, Each even and morning, shall her senses greet. And mine the watchful, sin-remembring cock. And I can show her meads, and fruitful grounds. Betwixt yond dales, the Echo daily sings. So did Apollo walk with shepherd's crook, And many Kings their sceptres have forsook: To led the quiet life we shepherd's took. Accounting it a refuge for their woe. So shepherd's sometime fit upon a hill, Or in the cooling shadow of a mill: And as we fit, unto our pipes we sing, And therewith make the neighbouring groves to ring. And when the sun steals downward to the west, We leave our chat, and whistle in the fist: Which is a signal to our straggling flock, As Trumpets found to men in martial shock. And I of shepherd's such a lusty crew, As never Forester the Like yet knew: Who for their persons and their neat array, Shall be as fresh, as is the month of May. Where are you there, you merry noted swains? Draw near a while, and while upon the plains Your flocks do gently feed, lets see your skill, How you with chanting, can sad sorrow kill. And I will hold it as a rich possession, That she vouchsafes to be of my profession. Thou never knewest me break my word I wot, Nor will I now, betide me bale or bliss. Will Silvio be so rude? Not I, but thou, for though thou iet'st in green, As fresh as Meadow in a morn of May, And scornest the shepherd, for he goes in grey. But Forester, believe it as thy Creed, My mistress minds my person, not my weed. Albe she look more blithe on Gemulo, Her heart is in the dial of her eye, That points me her . Erynnis stop thy throat, Unto thy hound thou hallowst such a note: I thought that shepherd's had be mannerless, But Woodmen are the ruder grooms I guess. So Hobinoll the plowman, calls his dame. Call her in Carol from her quiet coat. Draw cuts. 'Tis mine. Instruct thy singing in thy Forest ways. Shepherds know how to chant their roundelays. 'Tis done: now Pan pipe on thy sweetest Reed, And as I love, so let thy servant speed. As little Lambs lift up their snowy sides, When mounting Lark salutes the gray-eyed morn: So rise my thoughts. When she surveys my flocks. Eurymine. Come forth. Come forth and cheer these plains. And Lady of the Swains. Fair Forester and lovely shepherd Swain, Your Carrolls call Eurymine in vain: For she is gone, her Cottage and her sheep, With me her brother, hath she left to keep: And made me swear by Pan ere she did go, To see them safely kept, for Gemulo. What? hath my Love a new come Lover than This Swain will rob me of Eurymine. This strangers beauty bears away my prize. It is Adonis. My blood is chill. The more too blame. The shepcoat's mine, and I will in and see No, we look in vain. Yet hear me, newcome Swain. Albe thy seemly feature set no sale But honest truth upon thy novel tale, Yet (for this world is full of subtlety) We wish thee go with us for company Unto a Wiseman wonning in this wood, Hight Aramanth, whose wit and skill is good: That he may certify our mazing doubt, How this strange chance and change hath fallen out. Our suit is dashed, we may depart I see.
Plot summary
Plot — The Maid's Metamorphosis
Considering Eurymine too low-born to be a suitable match for his son Ascanio, Duke Telemachus orders two of his gentlemen to escort her from the court and murder her. In the event, however, Phylander persuades his colleague that they have no obligation to follow unlawful orders. They plan to present the Duke with an animal’s heart, claiming it to be hers, and Eurymine agrees to live away from the court in country exile. She meets a forester and a shepherd, each of whom wants her to live with him; when they become competitive, she agrees to accept a cottage from the forester and a flock of sheep from the shepherd. Ascanio goes into the woods looking for Eurymine. Juno finds him asleep and, eager to prove her superiority to Venus, arranges for him to dream of where to find his love. Meanwhile, Eurymine meets Apollo, who is also attracted to her. To save herself from rape, she claims to disbelieve his claims of godhead, and asks him to prove himself by working a miracle: specifically, she asks him to change her sex. He does, but with an associated curse: as a man, she will fall hopelessly in love with another man, and long to be a woman again. Ascanio learns from an echo that Eurymine is nearby but inaccessible, and the hermit Aramanthus, who is also a dispossessed prince, explains her metamorphosis. This disappoints not only Ascanio but also her country admirers, and Aramanthus recommends that she should ask the Graces to intercede with Apollo on her behalf. Apollo eventually agrees and restores her original gender. Telemachus has a change of heart and sends Phylander to bring Eurymine back from the forest. Apollo reveals that she is in fact Aramanthus’ long-lost daughter, and so of royal blood: her status is after all no obstacle to her marriage with Ascanio.