The Faithful Shepherdess

The Faithful Shepherdess is a Jacobean era stage play, the work that inaugurated the playwriting career of John Fletcher.

Quotes

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Text from the Second Folio (1679), edited by Arnold Glover and A. R. Waller (Cambridge UP, 1906)

Act I

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  • Sing his praises that doth keep
      Our Flocks from harm,
    Pan the Father of our Sheep,
      And arm in arm
    Tread we softly in a round,
    Whilest the hollow neighbouring ground
    Fills the Musick with her sound.
    Pan, O great God Pan, to thee
      Thus do we sing:
    Thou that keep’st us chaste and free
      As the young spring,
    Ever be thy honour spoke,
    From that place the morn is broke,
    To that place Day doth unyoke.
    • Scene 1, Song

Act II

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Act III

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Act IV

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  • This place is Ominous, for here I lost
    My Love and almost life, and since have crost
    All these Woods over, never a Nook or Dell,
    Where any little Bird, or Beast doth dwell,
    But I have sought him, never a bending brow
    Of any Hill or Glade, the wind sings through,
    Nor a green bank, nor shade where Shepherds use
    To sit and Riddle, sweetly pipe, or chuse
    Their Valentines, that I have mist, to find
    My love in. Perigot, Oh too unkind,
    Why hast thou fled me? whither art thou gone?
    How have I wrong'd thee? was my love alone
    To thee worthy this scorn'd recompence? 'tis well,
    I am content to feel it: but I tell
    Thee Shepherd, and these lusty woods shall hear,
    Forsaken Amoret is yet as clear
    Of any stranger fire, as Heaven is
    From foul corruption, or the deep Abysse
    From light and happiness; ...
    • Scene 1, Amoret

Act V

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  • Stay thy pace,
    Most loved Amaryllis, let the Chase
    Grow calm and milder, flye me not so fast,
    I fear the pointed Brambles have unlac'd
    Thy golden Buskins; turn again and see
    Thy Shepherd follow, that is strong and free,
    Able to give thee all content and ease.
    I am not bashful, Virgin, I can please
    At first encounter, hug thee in mine arm,
    And give thee many Kisses, soft and warm
    As those the Sun prints on the smiling Cheek
    Of Plums, or mellow Peaches; I am sleek
    And smooth as Neptune, when stern Eolus
    Locks up his surly Winds, and nimbly thus
    Can shew my active Youth; why dost thou flye?
    • Scene 1, Sullen
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