Esempio: <lg> (un gruppo di versi)
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- 3 Elements Available in All TEI Documents
- 4 Default Text Structure
- 6 Verse
- 7 Performance Texts
- 12 Critical Apparatus
- 20 Non-hierarchical Structures
3 Elements Available in All TEI Documents
3.8.1 Notes and Simple Annotation
<lg>
<l>The self-same moment I could pray</l>
<l>And from my neck so free</l>
<l>The albatross fell off, and sank</l>
<l>Like lead into the sea.</l>
<note type="gloss" place="margin">The spell begins to break</note>
</lg>
<l>The self-same moment I could pray</l>
<l>And from my neck so free</l>
<l>The albatross fell off, and sank</l>
<l>Like lead into the sea.</l>
<note type="gloss" place="margin">The spell begins to break</note>
</lg>
3.8.1 Notes and Simple Annotation
<lg>
<!-- ... -->
<note place="margin" resp="#STC" type="gloss">The spell begins to break</note>
<note place="foot" resp="#JLL">The turning point of the poem...</note>
</lg>
<!-- ... -->
<note place="margin" resp="#STC" type="gloss">The spell begins to break</note>
<note place="foot" resp="#JLL">The turning point of the poem...</note>
</lg>
<lg>
<milestone unit="speaker" n="Man"/>
<l>Oh what is this I cannot see</l>
<l>With icy hands gets a hold on me</l>
<milestone unit="speaker" n="Death"/>
<l>Oh I am Death, none can excel</l>
<l>I open the doors of heaven and hell</l>
</lg>
<milestone unit="speaker" n="Man"/>
<l>Oh what is this I cannot see</l>
<l>With icy hands gets a hold on me</l>
<milestone unit="speaker" n="Death"/>
<l>Oh I am Death, none can excel</l>
<l>I open the doors of heaven and hell</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Come fill up the Glass,</l>
<l rend="indent">Round, round let it pass,</l>
<l>'Till our Reason be lost in our Wine:</l>
<l rend="indent">Leave Conscience's Rules</l>
<l rend="indent">To Women and Fools,</l>
<l>This only can make us divine.</l>
</lg>
<lg n="Chorus" type="refrain">
<l>Then a Mohock, a Mohock I'll be,</l>
<l>No Laws shall restrain</l>
<l>Our Libertine Reign,</l>
<l>We'll riot, drink on, and be free.</l>
</lg>
<l>Come fill up the Glass,</l>
<l rend="indent">Round, round let it pass,</l>
<l>'Till our Reason be lost in our Wine:</l>
<l rend="indent">Leave Conscience's Rules</l>
<l rend="indent">To Women and Fools,</l>
<l>This only can make us divine.</l>
</lg>
<lg n="Chorus" type="refrain">
<l>Then a Mohock, a Mohock I'll be,</l>
<l>No Laws shall restrain</l>
<l>Our Libertine Reign,</l>
<l>We'll riot, drink on, and be free.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="sonnet">
<lg type="octet">
<l>Thus speaks the Muse, and bends her brow severe:—</l>
<l>“Did I, <name>Lætitia</name>, lend my choicest lays,</l>
<l>And crown thy youthful head with freshest bays,</l>
<l>That all the' expectance of thy full-grown year</l>
<l>Should lie inert and fruitless? O revere</l>
<l>Those sacred gifts whose meed is deathless praise,</l>
<l>Whose potent charms the' enraptured soul can raise</l>
<l>Far from the vapours of this earthly sphere!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="sestet">
<l>Seize, seize the lyre! resume the lofty strain!</l>
<l>'T is time, 't is time! hark how the nations round</l>
<l>With jocund notes of liberty resound,—</l>
<l>And thy own <name>Corsica</name> has burst her chain!</l>
<l>O let the song to <name>Britain's</name> shores rebound,</l>
<l rend="indent(-1)">Where Freedom's once-loved voice is heard,
alas! in vain.”</l>
</lg>
</lg>
<lg type="octet">
<l>Thus speaks the Muse, and bends her brow severe:—</l>
<l>“Did I, <name>Lætitia</name>, lend my choicest lays,</l>
<l>And crown thy youthful head with freshest bays,</l>
<l>That all the' expectance of thy full-grown year</l>
<l>Should lie inert and fruitless? O revere</l>
<l>Those sacred gifts whose meed is deathless praise,</l>
<l>Whose potent charms the' enraptured soul can raise</l>
<l>Far from the vapours of this earthly sphere!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="sestet">
<l>Seize, seize the lyre! resume the lofty strain!</l>
<l>'T is time, 't is time! hark how the nations round</l>
<l>With jocund notes of liberty resound,—</l>
<l>And thy own <name>Corsica</name> has burst her chain!</l>
<l>O let the song to <name>Britain's</name> shores rebound,</l>
<l rend="indent(-1)">Where Freedom's once-loved voice is heard,
alas! in vain.”</l>
</lg>
</lg>
<lg n="6" type="para">
<!-- ... -->
<l>Unprofitably travelling toward the grave,</l>
<l>Like a false steward who hath much received</l>
<l part="I">And renders nothing back.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="para" n="7">
<l part="F">Was it for this</l>
<l>That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved</l>
<l>To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song,</l>
<!-- ... -->
</lg>
<!-- ... -->
<l>Unprofitably travelling toward the grave,</l>
<l>Like a false steward who hath much received</l>
<l part="I">And renders nothing back.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="para" n="7">
<l part="F">Was it for this</l>
<l>That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved</l>
<l>To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song,</l>
<!-- ... -->
</lg>
<sp>
<speaker>First Voice</speaker>
<lg type="stanza" part="I">
<l>But why drives on that ship so fast</l>
<l>Withouten wave or wind?</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Second Voice</speaker>
<lg type="stanza" part="F">
<l>The air is cut away before,</l>
<l>And closes from behind.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<speaker>First Voice</speaker>
<lg type="stanza" part="I">
<l>But why drives on that ship so fast</l>
<l>Withouten wave or wind?</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Second Voice</speaker>
<lg type="stanza" part="F">
<l>The air is cut away before,</l>
<l>And closes from behind.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<lg type="free">
<l>Let me be my own fool</l>
<l>of my own making, the sum of it</l>
</lg>
<lg type="free">
<l>is equivocal.</l>
<l>One says of the drunken farmer:</l>
</lg>
<lg type="free">
<l>leave him lay off it. And this is</l>
<l>the explanation.</l>
</lg>
<l>Let me be my own fool</l>
<l>of my own making, the sum of it</l>
</lg>
<lg type="free">
<l>is equivocal.</l>
<l>One says of the drunken farmer:</l>
</lg>
<lg type="free">
<l>leave him lay off it. And this is</l>
<l>the explanation.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="free">
<l>把你的影子加點鹽</l>
<l>醃起來</l>
<l>風乾</l>
</lg>
<lg type="free">
<l>老的時候</l>
<l>下酒</l>
</lg>
<l>把你的影子加點鹽</l>
<l>醃起來</l>
<l>風乾</l>
</lg>
<lg type="free">
<l>老的時候</l>
<l>下酒</l>
</lg>
4 Default Text Structure
<text>
<front>
<titlePage>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>The poems of Richard Crashaw</titlePart>
</docTitle>
<byline>Edited by J.R. Tutin</byline>
</titlePage>
<div type="preface">
<head>Editor's Note</head>
<p>A few words are necessary ... </p>
</div>
</front>
<group>
<text>
<front>
<titlePage>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>Steps to the Temple, Sacred Poems</titlePart>
</docTitle>
</titlePage>
<div type="address">
<head>The Preface to the Reader</head>
<p>Learned Reader, The Author's friend will not usurp much
upon thy eye ... </p>
</div>
</front>
<group>
<text>
<front>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>Sospetto D'Herode</titlePart>
</docTitle>
</front>
<body>
<div1 type="book" n="Herod I">
<head>Libro Primo</head>
<epigraph>
<l>Casting the times with their strong signs</l>
</epigraph>
<lg n="I.1" type="stanza">
<l>Muse! now the servant of soft loves no more</l>
<l>Hate is thy theme and Herod whose unblest</l>
<l>Hand (O, what dares not jealous greatness?) tore</l>
<l>A thousand sweet babes from their mothers' breast,</l>
<l>The blooms of martyrdom ...</l>
</lg>
</div1>
</body>
</text>
<text>
<front>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>The Tear</titlePart>
</docTitle>
</front>
<body>
<lg n="I">
<l>What bright soft thing is this</l>
<l>Sweet Mary, thy fair eyes' expense?</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
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</group>
<back>
<!-- back matter for the Steps to the Temple -->
</back>
</text>
<text>
<!-- start of Carmen deo Nostro -->
<front/>
<group>
<text/>
<text/>
<!-- more texts here -->
</group>
</text>
<text>
<!-- start of The Delights of the Muses -->
<group>
<text/>
<text/>
<!-- more texts here -->
</group>
</text>
</group>
<back>
<!-- back matter for the whole collection -->
</back>
</text>
<front>
<titlePage>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>The poems of Richard Crashaw</titlePart>
</docTitle>
<byline>Edited by J.R. Tutin</byline>
</titlePage>
<div type="preface">
<head>Editor's Note</head>
<p>A few words are necessary ... </p>
</div>
</front>
<group>
<text>
<front>
<titlePage>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>Steps to the Temple, Sacred Poems</titlePart>
</docTitle>
</titlePage>
<div type="address">
<head>The Preface to the Reader</head>
<p>Learned Reader, The Author's friend will not usurp much
upon thy eye ... </p>
</div>
</front>
<group>
<text>
<front>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>Sospetto D'Herode</titlePart>
</docTitle>
</front>
<body>
<div1 type="book" n="Herod I">
<head>Libro Primo</head>
<epigraph>
<l>Casting the times with their strong signs</l>
</epigraph>
<lg n="I.1" type="stanza">
<l>Muse! now the servant of soft loves no more</l>
<l>Hate is thy theme and Herod whose unblest</l>
<l>Hand (O, what dares not jealous greatness?) tore</l>
<l>A thousand sweet babes from their mothers' breast,</l>
<l>The blooms of martyrdom ...</l>
</lg>
</div1>
</body>
</text>
<text>
<front>
<docTitle>
<titlePart>The Tear</titlePart>
</docTitle>
</front>
<body>
<lg n="I">
<l>What bright soft thing is this</l>
<l>Sweet Mary, thy fair eyes' expense?</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
<!-- remaining poems of the Steps to the Temple appear here, each tagged as a distinct text element -->
</group>
<back>
<!-- back matter for the Steps to the Temple -->
</back>
</text>
<text>
<!-- start of Carmen deo Nostro -->
<front/>
<group>
<text/>
<text/>
<!-- more texts here -->
</group>
</text>
<text>
<!-- start of The Delights of the Muses -->
<group>
<text/>
<text/>
<!-- more texts here -->
</group>
</text>
</group>
<back>
<!-- back matter for the whole collection -->
</back>
</text>
6 Verse
6.1 Structural Divisions of Verse Texts
<text>
<body>
<head>My Alba</head>
<lg>
<l>Now that I've wasted</l>
<l>five years in Manhattan</l>
<l>life decaying</l>
<l>talent a blank</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>talking disconnected</l>
<l>patient and mental</l>
<l>sliderule and number</l>
<l>machine on a desk</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
<body>
<head>My Alba</head>
<lg>
<l>Now that I've wasted</l>
<l>five years in Manhattan</l>
<l>life decaying</l>
<l>talent a blank</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>talking disconnected</l>
<l>patient and mental</l>
<l>sliderule and number</l>
<l>machine on a desk</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
6.1 Structural Divisions of Verse Texts
<lg>
<l>The Frost performs its secret ministry,</l>
<l>Unhelped by any wind. ...</l>
<l>Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit</l>
<l>By its own moods interprets, every where</l>
<l>Echo or mirror seeking of itself,</l>
<l part="I">And makes a toy of Thought.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l part="F">But O! how oft,</l>
<l>How oft, at school, with most believing mind</l>
<l>Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars,</l>
<l>To watch that fluttering <hi>stranger</hi>! ... </l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,</l>
</lg>
<l>The Frost performs its secret ministry,</l>
<l>Unhelped by any wind. ...</l>
<l>Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit</l>
<l>By its own moods interprets, every where</l>
<l>Echo or mirror seeking of itself,</l>
<l part="I">And makes a toy of Thought.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l part="F">But O! how oft,</l>
<l>How oft, at school, with most believing mind</l>
<l>Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars,</l>
<l>To watch that fluttering <hi>stranger</hi>! ... </l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,</l>
</lg>
6.1 Structural Divisions of Verse Texts
<lg>
<l>Sire Thopas was a doghty swayn;</l>
<l>White was his face as payndemayn,</l>
<l>His lippes rede as rose;</l>
<l>His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn,</l>
<l>And I yow telle in good certayn,</l>
<l>He hadde a semely nose.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>His heer, his ber was lyk saffroun,</l>
<l>That to his girdel raughte adoun;</l>
</lg>
<l>Sire Thopas was a doghty swayn;</l>
<l>White was his face as payndemayn,</l>
<l>His lippes rede as rose;</l>
<l>His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn,</l>
<l>And I yow telle in good certayn,</l>
<l>He hadde a semely nose.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>His heer, his ber was lyk saffroun,</l>
<l>That to his girdel raughte adoun;</l>
</lg>
6.1 Structural Divisions of Verse Texts
<lg type="stanza">
<lg type="sestet">
<l>In the first year of Freedom's second dawn</l>
<l>Died George the Third; although no tyrant, one</l>
<l>Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn</l>
<l>Left him nor mental nor external sun:</l>
<l>A better farmer ne'er brushed dew from lawn,</l>
<l>A worse king never left a realm undone!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>He died — but left his subjects still behind,</l>
<l>One half as mad — and t'other no less blind.</l>
</lg>
</lg>
<lg type="sestet">
<l>In the first year of Freedom's second dawn</l>
<l>Died George the Third; although no tyrant, one</l>
<l>Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn</l>
<l>Left him nor mental nor external sun:</l>
<l>A better farmer ne'er brushed dew from lawn,</l>
<l>A worse king never left a realm undone!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>He died — but left his subjects still behind,</l>
<l>One half as mad — and t'other no less blind.</l>
</lg>
</lg>
6.1 Structural Divisions of Verse Texts
<text>
<body>
<lg>
<lg type="quatrain">
<l>My Mistres eyes are nothing like the Sunne,</l>
<l>Currall is farre more red, then her lips red</l>
<l>If snow be white, why then her brests are dun:</l>
<l>If haires be wiers, black wiers grown on her head:</l>
</lg>
<lg type="quatrain">
<l>I have seene Roses damaskt, red and white,</l>
<l>But no such Roses see I in her cheekes,</l>
<l>And in some perfumes is there more delight,</l>
<l>Then in the breath that from my Mistres reekes.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="quatrain">
<l>I love to heare her speake, yet well I know,</l>
<l>That Musicke hath a farre more pleasing sound:</l>
<l>I graunt I never saw a goddesse goe,</l>
<l>My Mistres when shee walkes treads on the ground.</l>
</lg>
</lg>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,</l>
<l>As any she beli'd with false compare.</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
<body>
<lg>
<lg type="quatrain">
<l>My Mistres eyes are nothing like the Sunne,</l>
<l>Currall is farre more red, then her lips red</l>
<l>If snow be white, why then her brests are dun:</l>
<l>If haires be wiers, black wiers grown on her head:</l>
</lg>
<lg type="quatrain">
<l>I have seene Roses damaskt, red and white,</l>
<l>But no such Roses see I in her cheekes,</l>
<l>And in some perfumes is there more delight,</l>
<l>Then in the breath that from my Mistres reekes.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="quatrain">
<l>I love to heare her speake, yet well I know,</l>
<l>That Musicke hath a farre more pleasing sound:</l>
<l>I graunt I never saw a goddesse goe,</l>
<l>My Mistres when shee walkes treads on the ground.</l>
</lg>
</lg>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,</l>
<l>As any she beli'd with false compare.</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
6.1 Structural Divisions of Verse Texts
<body>
<div n="I" type="book">
<div n="1" type="canto">
<lg n="I.1.1" type="stanza">
<l>A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plain</l>
<l>Y cladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,</l>
</lg>
</div>
</div>
</body>
<div n="I" type="book">
<div n="1" type="canto">
<lg n="I.1.1" type="stanza">
<l>A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plain</l>
<l>Y cladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,</l>
</lg>
</div>
</div>
</body>
6.3.1 Sample Metrical Analyses
<div
type="book"
n="1"
met="-+|-+|-+|-+|-+/"
rhyme="aa">
<lg n="1" type="paragraph">
<l>'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill</l>
<l>Appear in <hi>Writing</hi> or in <hi>Judging</hi> ill;</l>
<l>But, of the two, less dang'rous is th'Offence,</l>
<l>To tire our <hi>Patience</hi>, than mis-lead our <hi>Sense</hi>:</l>
</lg>
</div>
type="book"
n="1"
met="-+|-+|-+|-+|-+/"
rhyme="aa">
<lg n="1" type="paragraph">
<l>'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill</l>
<l>Appear in <hi>Writing</hi> or in <hi>Judging</hi> ill;</l>
<l>But, of the two, less dang'rous is th'Offence,</l>
<l>To tire our <hi>Patience</hi>, than mis-lead our <hi>Sense</hi>:</l>
</lg>
</div>
6.3.1 Sample Metrical Analyses
<lg
type="chevy-chase-stanza"
met="-+-+-+-+/-+-+-+"
rhyme="ababcdcd">
<l n="1"> Und frische Nahrung, neues Blut</l>
<l n="2" real="+--+-+"> Saug' ich aus freier Welt;</l>
<l n="3" real="+--+-+-+"> Wie ist Natur so hold und gut,</l>
<l n="4" real="---+-+"> Die mich am Busen hält!</l>
<l n="5"> Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn</l>
<l n="6"> Im Rudertakt hinauf,</l>
<l n="7"> Und Berge, wolkig himmelan,</l>
<l n="8"> Begegnen unserm Lauf.</l>
</lg>
type="chevy-chase-stanza"
met="-+-+-+-+/-+-+-+"
rhyme="ababcdcd">
<l n="1"> Und frische Nahrung, neues Blut</l>
<l n="2" real="+--+-+"> Saug' ich aus freier Welt;</l>
<l n="3" real="+--+-+-+"> Wie ist Natur so hold und gut,</l>
<l n="4" real="---+-+"> Die mich am Busen hält!</l>
<l n="5"> Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn</l>
<l n="6"> Im Rudertakt hinauf,</l>
<l n="7"> Und Berge, wolkig himmelan,</l>
<l n="8"> Begegnen unserm Lauf.</l>
</lg>
6.3.3 Metrical Analysis of Stanzaic Verse
<div
type="canzone"
met="E/E/S/E/S/E/E/S/E/S/E/S/S/E/S/E/E/S/S/E/E"
rhyme="abbcdaccbdceeffghhhgg">
<lg n="1" type="stanza">
<l n="1">Doglia mi reca nello core ardire</l>
</lg>
</div>
type="canzone"
met="E/E/S/E/S/E/E/S/E/S/E/S/S/E/S/E/E/S/S/E/E"
rhyme="abbcdaccbdceeffghhhgg">
<lg n="1" type="stanza">
<l n="1">Doglia mi reca nello core ardire</l>
</lg>
</div>
6.3.3 Metrical Analysis of Stanzaic Verse
<div met=".....">
<lg>
<l> ... </l>
</lg>
<lg type="commiato" met="E/S/S/E/S/E/E/S/S/E/E" rhyme="abbccdeeedd">
<l n="1">Canzone, presso di qui è une donna</l>
</lg>
</div>
<lg>
<l> ... </l>
</lg>
<lg type="commiato" met="E/S/S/E/S/E/E/S/S/E/E" rhyme="abbccdeeedd">
<l n="1">Canzone, presso di qui è une donna</l>
</lg>
</div>
<lg rhyme="aa-a">
<l>Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd</l>
<l>Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust</l>
<l>Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn</l>
<l>Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust. </l>
</lg>
<l>Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd</l>
<l>Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust</l>
<l>Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn</l>
<l>Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust. </l>
</lg>
<lg type="couplet" rhyme="aa">
<l>Outside in the distance a wildcat did <rhyme>growl</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Two riders were approaching and the wind began to <rhyme>howl</rhyme>
</l>
</lg>
<l>Outside in the distance a wildcat did <rhyme>growl</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Two riders were approaching and the wind began to <rhyme>howl</rhyme>
</l>
</lg>
<lg type="quatrain" rhyme="abab">
<l>I wander thro' each charter'd <rhyme label="a">street</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Near where the charter'd Thames does <rhyme label="b">flow</rhyme>,</l>
<l>And mark in every face I <rhyme label="a">meet</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Marks of weakness, marks of <rhyme label="b">woe</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<lg rhyme="abab">
<l>In every cry of every <rhyme label="a">Man</rhyme>
</l>
<l>In every Infant's cry of <rhyme label="b">fear</rhyme>,</l>
<l>In every voice, in every <rhyme label="a">ban</rhyme>,</l>
<l>The mind-forg'd manacles I <rhyme label="b">hear</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<l>I wander thro' each charter'd <rhyme label="a">street</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Near where the charter'd Thames does <rhyme label="b">flow</rhyme>,</l>
<l>And mark in every face I <rhyme label="a">meet</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Marks of weakness, marks of <rhyme label="b">woe</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<lg rhyme="abab">
<l>In every cry of every <rhyme label="a">Man</rhyme>
</l>
<l>In every Infant's cry of <rhyme label="b">fear</rhyme>,</l>
<l>In every voice, in every <rhyme label="a">ban</rhyme>,</l>
<l>The mind-forg'd manacles I <rhyme label="b">hear</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<lg rhyme="ABCCBBA">
<l>The sunlight on the <rhyme label="A">garden</rhyme>
</l>
<l>
<rhyme label="A">Harden</rhyme>s and grows <rhyme label="B">cold</rhyme>,</l>
<l>We cannot cage the <rhyme label="C">minute</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Wi<rhyme label="C">thin it</rhyme>s nets of <rhyme label="B">gold</rhyme>
</l>
<l>When all is <rhyme label="B">told</rhyme>
</l>
<l>We cannot beg for <rhyme label="A">pardon</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<l>The sunlight on the <rhyme label="A">garden</rhyme>
</l>
<l>
<rhyme label="A">Harden</rhyme>s and grows <rhyme label="B">cold</rhyme>,</l>
<l>We cannot cage the <rhyme label="C">minute</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Wi<rhyme label="C">thin it</rhyme>s nets of <rhyme label="B">gold</rhyme>
</l>
<l>When all is <rhyme label="B">told</rhyme>
</l>
<l>We cannot beg for <rhyme label="A">pardon</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<lg rhyme="AB-BBA">
<l>The sunlight on the <rhyme xml:id="V-A1">garden</rhyme>
</l>
<l>
<rhyme xml:id="V-A2">Harden</rhyme>s and grows <rhyme xml:id="V-B1">cold,</rhyme>
</l>
<l>We cannot cage the <rhyme xml:id="V-C1">minute</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Wi<rhyme xml:id="V-C2">thin it</rhyme>s nets of <rhyme xml:id="V-B2">gold</rhyme>
</l>
<l>When all is <rhyme xml:id="V-B3">told</rhyme>
</l>
<l>We cannot beg for <rhyme xml:id="V-A3">pardon</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<l>The sunlight on the <rhyme xml:id="V-A1">garden</rhyme>
</l>
<l>
<rhyme xml:id="V-A2">Harden</rhyme>s and grows <rhyme xml:id="V-B1">cold,</rhyme>
</l>
<l>We cannot cage the <rhyme xml:id="V-C1">minute</rhyme>
</l>
<l>Wi<rhyme xml:id="V-C2">thin it</rhyme>s nets of <rhyme xml:id="V-B2">gold</rhyme>
</l>
<l>When all is <rhyme xml:id="V-B3">told</rhyme>
</l>
<l>We cannot beg for <rhyme xml:id="V-A3">pardon</rhyme>.</l>
</lg>
<lg rhyme="abababcc">
<l>'Tis pity learned virgins ever <rhyme label="a">wed</rhyme>
</l>
<l>With persons of no sort of edu<rhyme label="b">cation</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Or gentlemen, who, though well born and <rhyme label="a">bred</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Grow tired of scientific conver<rhyme label="b">sation</rhyme>:</l>
<l>I don't choose to say much on this <rhyme label="a">head</rhyme>,</l>
<l>I'm a plain man, and in a single <rhyme label="b">station</rhyme>,</l>
<l>But — Oh! ye lords of ladies inte<rhyme label="c">llectual</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Inform us truly, have they not hen-<rhyme label="a">peck'd you all</rhyme>?</l>
</lg>
<l>'Tis pity learned virgins ever <rhyme label="a">wed</rhyme>
</l>
<l>With persons of no sort of edu<rhyme label="b">cation</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Or gentlemen, who, though well born and <rhyme label="a">bred</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Grow tired of scientific conver<rhyme label="b">sation</rhyme>:</l>
<l>I don't choose to say much on this <rhyme label="a">head</rhyme>,</l>
<l>I'm a plain man, and in a single <rhyme label="b">station</rhyme>,</l>
<l>But — Oh! ye lords of ladies inte<rhyme label="c">llectual</rhyme>,</l>
<l>Inform us truly, have they not hen-<rhyme label="a">peck'd you all</rhyme>?</l>
</lg>
<lg rhyme=" ou">
<l>故人西辭黃鶴 <rhyme label="lou2">樓</rhyme>，</l>
<l>煙花三月下揚<rhyme label="jou">州</rhyme>；</l>
<l>孤帆遠影碧山<rhyme label="jin4">盡</rhyme>，</l>
<l>唯見長江天際流<rhyme label="liou2">sation</rhyme>。</l>
</lg>
<l>故人西辭黃鶴 <rhyme label="lou2">樓</rhyme>，</l>
<l>煙花三月下揚<rhyme label="jou">州</rhyme>；</l>
<l>孤帆遠影碧山<rhyme label="jin4">盡</rhyme>，</l>
<l>唯見長江天際流<rhyme label="liou2">sation</rhyme>。</l>
</lg>
7 Performance Texts
<epilogue>
<head>Written by <name>Colley Cibber, Esq</name>
and spoken by <name>Mrs. Cibber</name>
</head>
<sp>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>Since Fate has robb'd me of the hapless Youth,</l>
<l>For whom my heart had hoarded up its truth;</l>
<l>By all the Laws of Love and Honour, now,</l>
<l>I'm free again to chuse, — and one of you</l>
</lg>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>Suppose I search the sober Gallery; — No,</l>
<l>There's none but Prentices — & Cuckolds all a row:</l>
<l>And these, I doubt, are those that make 'em so.</l>
</lg>
<stage>Pointing to the Boxes.</stage>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>'Tis very well, enjoy the jest:</l>
</lg>
</sp>
</epilogue>
<head>Written by <name>Colley Cibber, Esq</name>
and spoken by <name>Mrs. Cibber</name>
</head>
<sp>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>Since Fate has robb'd me of the hapless Youth,</l>
<l>For whom my heart had hoarded up its truth;</l>
<l>By all the Laws of Love and Honour, now,</l>
<l>I'm free again to chuse, — and one of you</l>
</lg>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>Suppose I search the sober Gallery; — No,</l>
<l>There's none but Prentices — & Cuckolds all a row:</l>
<l>And these, I doubt, are those that make 'em so.</l>
</lg>
<stage>Pointing to the Boxes.</stage>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>'Tis very well, enjoy the jest:</l>
</lg>
</sp>
</epilogue>
<epilogue>
<head>Written by <name>Colley Cibber, Esq</name> and spoken by <name>Mrs. Cibber</name>
</head>
<sp>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>Since Fate has robb'd me of the hapless Youth,</l>
<l>For whom my heart had hoarded up its truth;</l>
</lg>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>By all the Laws of Love and Honour, now,</l>
<l>I'm free again to chuse, — and one of you</l>
</lg>
<lg type="triplet">
<l>Suppose I search the sober Gallery; — No,</l>
<l>There's none but Prentices — & Cuckolds all a row:</l>
<l>And these, I doubt, are those that make 'em so.</l>
</lg>
<stage type="business">Pointing to the Boxes.</stage>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>'Tis very well, enjoy the jest:</l>
</lg>
</sp>
</epilogue>
<head>Written by <name>Colley Cibber, Esq</name> and spoken by <name>Mrs. Cibber</name>
</head>
<sp>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>Since Fate has robb'd me of the hapless Youth,</l>
<l>For whom my heart had hoarded up its truth;</l>
</lg>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>By all the Laws of Love and Honour, now,</l>
<l>I'm free again to chuse, — and one of you</l>
</lg>
<lg type="triplet">
<l>Suppose I search the sober Gallery; — No,</l>
<l>There's none but Prentices — & Cuckolds all a row:</l>
<l>And these, I doubt, are those that make 'em so.</l>
</lg>
<stage type="business">Pointing to the Boxes.</stage>
<lg type="couplet">
<l>'Tis very well, enjoy the jest:</l>
</lg>
</sp>
</epilogue>
<epilogue>
<head>收場詩</head>
<stage type="business">飾國王者向觀眾致辭</stage>
<sp>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>袍笏登場本是虛，</l>
<l>王侯卿相總堪嗤，</l>
<l>但能博得觀眾喜，</l>
<l>便是功成圓滿時。</l>
</lg>
</sp>
</epilogue>
<head>收場詩</head>
<stage type="business">飾國王者向觀眾致辭</stage>
<sp>
<lg type="stanza">
<l>袍笏登場本是虛，</l>
<l>王侯卿相總堪嗤，</l>
<l>但能博得觀眾喜，</l>
<l>便是功成圓滿時。</l>
</lg>
</sp>
</epilogue>
<stage type="head">Song — Sir Joseph</stage>
<sp>
<lg type="song" part="I">
<l>I am the monarch of the sea,</l>
<l>The ruler of the Queen's Navee.</l>
<l>Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Cousin Hebe</speaker>
<lg type="song" part="M">
<l>And we are his sisters and his cousins and his aunts!</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rel.</speaker>
<lg type="song" part="F">
<l>And we are his sisters and his cousins and his aunts!</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<lg type="song" part="I">
<l>I am the monarch of the sea,</l>
<l>The ruler of the Queen's Navee.</l>
<l>Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Cousin Hebe</speaker>
<lg type="song" part="M">
<l>And we are his sisters and his cousins and his aunts!</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rel.</speaker>
<lg type="song" part="F">
<l>And we are his sisters and his cousins and his aunts!</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Kelly</speaker>
<stage>(calmly).</stage>
<p>Aha, so you've bad minds along with th' love of gain.
You thry to pin on others th' dirty decorations that
may be hangin' on your own coats.</p>
<stage>(He points, one after the other at Conroy, Bull,
and Flagonson. Lilting)</stage>
<lg type="song">
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Will you tell your missus when you go home</l>
<l>Who you were with last night?</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Flagonson</speaker>
<stage>(in anguished indignation).</stage>
<p>This is more than a hurt to us: this hits at the
decency of the whole nation!</p>
</sp>
<speaker>Kelly</speaker>
<stage>(calmly).</stage>
<p>Aha, so you've bad minds along with th' love of gain.
You thry to pin on others th' dirty decorations that
may be hangin' on your own coats.</p>
<stage>(He points, one after the other at Conroy, Bull,
and Flagonson. Lilting)</stage>
<lg type="song">
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Will you tell your missus when you go home</l>
<l>Who you were with last night?</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Flagonson</speaker>
<stage>(in anguished indignation).</stage>
<p>This is more than a hurt to us: this hits at the
decency of the whole nation!</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Kelly</speaker>
<stage>(wheeling quietly in his semi-dance,
as he goes out):</stage>
<lg type="stanza" part="I">
<l>Goodbye to holy souls left here,</l>
<l>Goodbye to man an' fairy;</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Widda Machree</speaker>
<stage>(wheeling quietly in her semi-dance,
as she goes out):</stage>
<lg type="stanza" part="F">
<l>Goodbye to all of Leicester Square,</l>
<l>An' the long way to Tipperary.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<speaker>Kelly</speaker>
<stage>(wheeling quietly in his semi-dance,
as he goes out):</stage>
<lg type="stanza" part="I">
<l>Goodbye to holy souls left here,</l>
<l>Goodbye to man an' fairy;</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Widda Machree</speaker>
<stage>(wheeling quietly in her semi-dance,
as she goes out):</stage>
<lg type="stanza" part="F">
<l>Goodbye to all of Leicester Square,</l>
<l>An' the long way to Tipperary.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<div1 n="4" type="act">
<div2 n="5" type="scene">
<stage>Elsinore. A room in the Castle.</stage>
<stage type="setting">Enter Ophelia, distracted.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<p>Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>How now, Ophelia?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<stage>Singing</stage>
<lg
next="#Tl2"
xml:id="Tl1"
type="song"
part="Y">
<l>How should I your true-love know</l>
<l>From another one?</l>
<l>By his cockle hat and staff</l>
<l>And his sandal shoon.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<p>Say you? Nay, pray you mark.</p>
<stage>Sings</stage>
<lg
prev="#Tl1"
xml:id="Tl2"
type="song"
part="Y">
<l>He is dead and gone, lady,</l>
<l>He is dead and gone;</l>
<l>At his head a grass-green turf,</l>
<l>At his heels a stone.</l>
</lg>
<p>O, ho!</p>
</sp>
</div2>
</div1>
<div2 n="5" type="scene">
<stage>Elsinore. A room in the Castle.</stage>
<stage type="setting">Enter Ophelia, distracted.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<p>Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>How now, Ophelia?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<stage>Singing</stage>
<lg
next="#Tl2"
xml:id="Tl1"
type="song"
part="Y">
<l>How should I your true-love know</l>
<l>From another one?</l>
<l>By his cockle hat and staff</l>
<l>And his sandal shoon.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<p>Say you? Nay, pray you mark.</p>
<stage>Sings</stage>
<lg
prev="#Tl1"
xml:id="Tl2"
type="song"
part="Y">
<l>He is dead and gone, lady,</l>
<l>He is dead and gone;</l>
<l>At his head a grass-green turf,</l>
<l>At his heels a stone.</l>
</lg>
<p>O, ho!</p>
</sp>
</div2>
</div1>
<text>
<body>
<div1 n="4" type="act">
<div2 n="5" type="scene">
<stage type="setting">Elsinore. A room in the Castle.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>How now, Ophelia?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<stage type="delivery">Singing</stage>
<lg xml:id="TL1" type="song" part="Y">
<l>How should I your true-love know</l>
<l>From another one?</l>
<l>By his cockle hat and staff</l>
<l>And his sandal shoon.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<p>Say you? Nay, pray you mark.</p>
<stage type="delivery">Sings</stage>
<lg xml:id="TL2" type="song" part="Y">
<l>He is dead and gone, lady,</l>
<l>He is dead and gone;</l>
<l>At his head a grass-green turf,</l>
<l>At his heels a stone.</l>
</lg>
<p>O, ho!</p>
<join type="lg" targets="#TL1 #TL2"/>
</sp>
</div2>
</div1>
</body>
</text>
<body>
<div1 n="4" type="act">
<div2 n="5" type="scene">
<stage type="setting">Elsinore. A room in the Castle.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>How now, Ophelia?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<stage type="delivery">Singing</stage>
<lg xml:id="TL1" type="song" part="Y">
<l>How should I your true-love know</l>
<l>From another one?</l>
<l>By his cockle hat and staff</l>
<l>And his sandal shoon.</l>
</lg>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Queen</speaker>
<p>Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ophelia</speaker>
<p>Say you? Nay, pray you mark.</p>
<stage type="delivery">Sings</stage>
<lg xml:id="TL2" type="song" part="Y">
<l>He is dead and gone, lady,</l>
<l>He is dead and gone;</l>
<l>At his head a grass-green turf,</l>
<l>At his heels a stone.</l>
</lg>
<p>O, ho!</p>
<join type="lg" targets="#TL1 #TL2"/>
</sp>
</div2>
</div1>
</body>
</text>
12 Critical Apparatus
12.1.4.2 Witness Information in the Source
<lg type="stanza">
<l xml:id="Diet1.1">Slăfest du, vriedel ziere?</l>
<l xml:id="Diet1.2">wan wecket uns leider schiere;</l>
<l xml:id="Diet1.3">ein vogellīn sŏ wol getăn</l>
<l xml:id="Diet1.4">daz ist der linden an daz zwī gegăn.</l>
</lg>
<app type="secondary" loc="Diet.1.1">
<rdg wit="#Kb">slăfst</rdg>
<wit>K(Ba)</wit>
</app>
<app type="secondary" loc="Diet.1.2">
<rdg wit="#Kv">Man</rdg>
<wit>K(V)</wit>
<rdg wit="#K">weckt</rdg>
<wit>K (Wackernagel 401)</wit>
<rdg wit="#Ju">Ich waen ez taget uns schiere</rdg>
<wit>Jungbluth, Festschr. Pretzel 1963, 122.</wit>
</app>
<l xml:id="Diet1.1">Slăfest du, vriedel ziere?</l>
<l xml:id="Diet1.2">wan wecket uns leider schiere;</l>
<l xml:id="Diet1.3">ein vogellīn sŏ wol getăn</l>
<l xml:id="Diet1.4">daz ist der linden an daz zwī gegăn.</l>
</lg>
<app type="secondary" loc="Diet.1.1">
<rdg wit="#Kb">slăfst</rdg>
<wit>K(Ba)</wit>
</app>
<app type="secondary" loc="Diet.1.2">
<rdg wit="#Kv">Man</rdg>
<wit>K(V)</wit>
<rdg wit="#K">weckt</rdg>
<wit>K (Wackernagel 401)</wit>
<rdg wit="#Ju">Ich waen ez taget uns schiere</rdg>
<wit>Jungbluth, Festschr. Pretzel 1963, 122.</wit>
</app>
20 Non-hierarchical Structures
20.1 Multiple Encodings of the Same Information
<lg>
<l>Catholic woman of twenty-seven with five children</l>
<l>And a first-rate body—pointed her finger</l>
<l>at the back of one certain man and asked me,</l>
<l>"Is that guy a psychiatrist?" and by god he was! "Yes,"</l>
<l>She said, "He <emph>looks</emph> like a psychiatrist."</l>
<l>Grown quiet, I looked at his pink back, and thought.</l>
</lg>
<l>Catholic woman of twenty-seven with five children</l>
<l>And a first-rate body—pointed her finger</l>
<l>at the back of one certain man and asked me,</l>
<l>"Is that guy a psychiatrist?" and by god he was! "Yes,"</l>
<l>She said, "He <emph>looks</emph> like a psychiatrist."</l>
<l>Grown quiet, I looked at his pink back, and thought.</l>
</lg>
20.2 Boundary Marking with Empty Elements
<lg>
<l>
<seg>Scorn not the sonnet;</seg>
<s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
sID="s02"/>critic, you have frowned, </l>
<l>Mindless of its just honours; <s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
eID="s02"/>
<s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
sID="s03"/>with this key </l>
<l>Shakespeare unlocked his heart; <s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
eID="s03"/>
<s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
sID="s04"/>the melody </l>
<l>Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound. <s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
eID="s04"/>
</l>
</lg>
<l>
<seg>Scorn not the sonnet;</seg>
<s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
sID="s02"/>critic, you have frowned, </l>
<l>Mindless of its just honours; <s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
eID="s02"/>
<s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
sID="s03"/>with this key </l>
<l>Shakespeare unlocked his heart; <s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
eID="s03"/>
<s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
sID="s04"/>the melody </l>
<l>Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound. <s xmlns="http://www.example.org/ns/nonTEI"
eID="s04"/>
</l>
</lg>
20.3 Fragmentation and Reconstitution of Virtual Elements
<lg>
<l>Catholic woman of twenty-seven with five children</l>
<l>And a first-rate body—pointed her finger</l>
<l>at the back of one certain man and asked me,</l>
<l>
<said n="quotation1">Is that guy a psychiatrist?</said> and by god he was!
<said n="quotation2">Yes,</said>
</l>
<l>She said, <said n="quotation2">He <emph>looks</emph> like a
psychiatrist.</said>
</l>
<l>Grown quiet, I looked at his pink back, and thought.</l>
</lg>
<l>Catholic woman of twenty-seven with five children</l>
<l>And a first-rate body—pointed her finger</l>
<l>at the back of one certain man and asked me,</l>
<l>
<said n="quotation1">Is that guy a psychiatrist?</said> and by god he was!
<said n="quotation2">Yes,</said>
</l>
<l>She said, <said n="quotation2">He <emph>looks</emph> like a
psychiatrist.</said>
</l>
<l>Grown quiet, I looked at his pink back, and thought.</l>
</lg>
20.3 Fragmentation and Reconstitution of Virtual Elements
<lg>
<l>
<seg part="I">Catholic woman of twenty-seven with five children</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="M">And a first-rate body—pointed her finger</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="M">at the back of one certain man and asked me,</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="F">"<seg>Is that guy a psychiatrist?</seg>" and by god he was!</seg>
<seg part="I">"<seg part="I">Yes,</seg>"</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="F">She said, "<seg part="F">He <emph>looks</emph> like a psychiatrist.</seg>"</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg>Grown quiet, I looked at his pink back, and thought.</seg>
</l>
</lg>
<l>
<seg part="I">Catholic woman of twenty-seven with five children</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="M">And a first-rate body—pointed her finger</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="M">at the back of one certain man and asked me,</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="F">"<seg>Is that guy a psychiatrist?</seg>" and by god he was!</seg>
<seg part="I">"<seg part="I">Yes,</seg>"</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg part="F">She said, "<seg part="F">He <emph>looks</emph> like a psychiatrist.</seg>"</seg>
</l>
<l>
<seg>Grown quiet, I looked at his pink back, and thought.</seg>
</l>
</lg>