Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Our stars must glister with new fire, or be To day extinct; our argument is love, Which if the goddess of it grant, she gives Victory too, then blend your spirits with mine, You, whose free nobleness do make my cause Your personal hazard; to the goddess Venus Commend we our proceeding, and implore Her power unto our party. Hail Sovereign Queen of secrets, who hast power To call the feircest Tyrant from his rage; And weep unto a Girl; that hast the might Even with an ey-glance, to choke Marsis Drum And turn th'alarm to whispers, that canst make A Cripple flourish with his Crutch, and cure him Before Apollo; that may'st force the King To be his subject's vassal, and induce Stale gravity to dance, the pould Bachelor Whose youth like wanton Boys through Bonfyres Have skipped thy flame, at seaventy, thou canst catch And make him to the scorn of his hoarse throat Abuse young lays of love; what godlike power Hast thou not power upon? To Phoebus thou Add'st flames, hotter than his the heavenly fires Did scorch his mortal Son, thine him; the huntress All moist and cold, some say began to throw Her Bow away, and sigh: take to thy grace Me thy vowed Soldier, who do bear thy yoke As 'twere a wreath of Roses, yet is heavier Than Lead itself, stings more than Nettles; I have never been foul mouthed against thy law, Ne'er revealed secret, for I knew none; would not Had I ken all that were; I never practised Upon man's wife, nor would the Libels read Of liberall wits: I never at great feasts Sought to betray a Beauty, but have blushed At simpering Sirs that did: I have been harsh To large Confessors, and have hotly asked them If they had Mothers, I had one, a woman, And women 'twere they wronged. I knew a man Of eighty winters, this I told them, who A Lass of fourteen bribed, 'twas thy power To put life into dust, the aged Cramp Had screwed his square foot round, The Gout had knit his fingers into knots, Torturing Convulsions from his globie eyes, Had almost drawn their spheres, that what was life In him seemed torture: this Anatomy Had by his young fair fere a Boy, and I Believed it was his, for she swore it was, And who would not believe her? brief I am To those that prate and have done; no Companion To those that boast and have not; a defier To those that would and cannot; a rejoicer, Yea him I do not love, that tells close offices The foulest way, nor names concealments in The boldest language, such a one I am, And vow that lover never yet made sigh Truer than I. O then most soft sweet goddess Give me the victory of this question, which Is true love's merit, and bless me with a sign Of thy great pleasure.
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Our stars must glister with new fire, or be To daie extinct; our argument is love, Which if the goddesse of it grant, she gives Victory too, then blend your spirits with mine, You, whose free noblenesse doe make my cause Your personall hazard; to the goddesse Uenus Commend we our proceeding, and implore Her power unto our partie. Haile Soveraigne Queene , who hast power To call the feircest Tyrant from his rage; And weepe unto a Girle; that ha'st the might Even with an ey-glance, to choke Marsis Drom And turne th'allarme to whispers, that canst make A Criple florish with his Crch, and cure him Before Apollo; that may'st force the King To be his subjects vassaile, and induce Stale gravitie to daunce, the pould Bachelour Whose youth like wanton Boyes through Bonfyres Have skipt thy flame, at seaventy, thou canst catch And make him to the scorne of his hoarse throate Abuse yong laies of love; what godlike power Hast thou not power upon? To thou Add'st flames, hotter then his the heavenly fyres Did scortch his mortall Son, thine him; the huntresse All moyst and cold, some say began to throw Her Bow away, and sigh: take to thy grace Me thy vowd Souldier, who doe beare thy yoke As t'wer a wreath of Roses, yet is heavier Then Lead it selfe, stings more than Nettles; I have never beene foule mouthd against thy law, Nev'r reveald secret, for I knew none; would not Had I kend all that were; I never practised Vpon mans wife, nor would the Libells reade Ofliberall wits: I never at great feastes Sought to betray a Beautie, but have blush'd At simpring Sirs that did: I have beene harsh To large onfessors, and have hotly ask'd them If they had Mothers, I had one, a woman, And women t'wer they wrong'd. I knew a man Of eightie winters, this I told them, who A Lasse of foureteene brided, twas thy power To put life into dust, the aged Crampe Had screw'd his square foote round, The Gout had knit his fingers into knots, Torturing Convulsions from his globie eyes, Had almost drawne their spheeres, that what was life In him seem'd torture: this Anatomie Had by his yong faire pheare a Boy, and I Beleev'd it was his, for she swore it was, And who would not beleeve her? briefe I am To those that prate and have done; no Companion To those that boast and have not; a defyer To those that would and cannot; a Rejoycer, Yea him I doe not love, that tells close offices The fowlest way, nor names concealements in The boldest language, such a one I am, And vow that lover never yet made sigh Truer then I. O then most soft sweet goddesse Give me victory of this question, which Is true loves merit, and blesse me with a signe Of thy great pleasure.