Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 24 (casane, crites, anacreon, ortum, elementis, dextram…). Matches are highlighted.
1. Of PAN we sing, the best of Singers Pan That taught us swains, how first to tune our lays, And on the pipe more airs then Phœbus can. CHO. Hear Oh you groves, and hills resound his praise. 2. Of Pan we sing, the best of Leaders, Pan That leads the Nayad's, and the Dryad's forth; And to their dances more then Hermes can.
Full speech
1. Of PAN we sing, the best of Singers Pan That taught us swains, how first to tune our lays, And on the pipe more airs then Phœbus can. CHO. Hear Oh you groves, and hills resound his praise. 2. Of Pan we sing, the best of Leaders, Pan That leads the Nayad's, and the Dryad's forth; And to their dances more then Hermes can. PAN is our All, by him we breath, we live, We move, we are; It's he our lambs does rear, Our flocks does bless, and from the store does give The warm and finer fleeces that we wear. He keeps away all heats, and colds, Drives all diseases from our folds: Makes every where the spring to dwell, The Ewes to feed, their udders swell; But if he frown, the sheep (alas) The Shepherds wither, and the grass. Strive, strive, to please him then by still increasing thus The rites are endue to him, who does all right for us. If yet, if yet Pans orgies you will further fit, See where the silver-footed Fays do fit, The Nymphs of wood and water; Each trees, and Fountains daughter, Go take them forth, it will be good To see some wave it Like a wood, And others wind it Like a flood; In springs, And rings, Till the applause it brings, Wakes Echo from her seat, The closes to repeat. ( EACH. The closes to repeat) Echo the truest Oracle on ground, Though nothing but a found. ( EACH. Though nothing but a found.) Beloved of Pan, the Valleys Queen ( EACH. The Valleys Queen) And often herd, though never seen, ( EACH. Though never seen.) Great Pan the Father of our peace, and pleasure, Who givest us all this leisure, Hear what thy hallowd troop of Herdsmen pray For this their Holiday, And how their vows to Thee, they in Lycaeum pay. So may our Ewes receive the mounting Rams, And we bring thee the earliest of our Lambs: So may the first of all our fells be thine, And both the beestning of our Goats, and Kine As thou our folds dost still secure, And keepest our fountains sweet and pure Drivest hence the Wolf, the Toad, the Brock, Or other vermin from the flock. That we preserved by Thee, and thou observed by us May both live safe in shade of thy loved Maenalus.