Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Oct 15] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Nay you should but smile, And then again I kiss you; and thus draw Off your white glove, and start to see your hand More excellently white, I grace my own Lip with this touch, and turning gently thus, Prepare you for my skill in Palmistry, Which out of curiosity no Lady But easily applies too, the first line I took with most ambition to find out, Is Venus' girdle, a fair semicircle Enclosing both the mount of Sol and Saturn, If that appear, she's for my turn, a Lady Whom nature has prepared for the career, And Cupid at my elbow, I put forward, You have this very line, Aunt. The boy's frantic. You have a Couch or Palate, I can shut The Chamber door, every a stranger when Your Nephew's coming into play. No more. Are you so coy to your own flesh and blood? Here take your playfellow, I talk of sport, And she would have me marry her. Here's Littleworth. Why how now Tutor? I ha' been fishing. And what ha' you caught? My belly full of water. Ha ha, where's thy rapier? My rapier's is drowned, And I am little better, I was up byth' heels, And out came a tun of water beside wine. 'Thas made thee sober. Would you have me drunk With Water? I hope your fire is quenched by this time. It is not now, as when your worship walked By all the taverns Jack, dry as a bone. You had store of fish under water Jack. It has made a poor Iohn of me. I do not think but if we cast an angle into his belly, we might find some Pilchards. And boiled by this time, dear Madam a-bed. Carry but the water Spaniel to a grassplot Where he may roll himself, let him but shake His ears twice in the Sun, and you may grind him Into a posset. Come thou shalt to my bed Poor pickerel. Alas sweet gentleman. I have ill luck, and I should smell by this time, I am but new ta'en I am sure, sweet gentlewoman. Your servant. Pray do not pluck off my skin, It is so wet, unless you have good eyes You'll hardly know it from a shirt. Fear nothing. He has sack enough, and I may find his humour. And how is't with your Ladyship? you look Without a sunshine in your face. You are glorious In mind and habit. Ends of gold and silver. Your other clothes were not so rich, who was Your tailor sir? They were made for me long since, They have known but two bright days upon my back, I had a humour Madam to lay things by, They will serve two days more, I think I ha' gold enough To go toth' Mercer, I'll now allow myself A suit a week as this, with necessary Dependences, Beaver, silk stockings, garters, And roses in their due conformity, Boots are forbid a clean leg, but to ride in, My linen every morning comes in new, The old goes too great bellies.
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Nay you should but smile, And then agen I kisse you; and thus draw Off your white glove, and start to see your hand More excellently white, I grace my owne Lip with this touch, and turning gently thus, Prepare you for my skill in Palmistry, Which out of curiosity no Lady But easily applies too, the first line I tooke with most ambition to find out, Is Venus girdle, a faire semicircle Enclosing both the mount of Sol and Saturne, If that appeare, she's for my turne, a Lady Whom nature has prepar'd for the careere, And Cupid at my elbow, I put forward, You have this very line, Aunt. The boy's franticke. You have a Couch or Palate, I can shut The Chamber doore, enrich a stranger when Your Nephew's comming into play. No more. Are you so coy to your owne flesh and bloud? Here take your playfellow, I talke of sport, And she would have me marry her. Heres Littleworth. Why how now Tutour? I ha beene fishing. And what ha you caught? My belly full of water. Ha ha, wheres thy rapier? My rapier's is drown'd, And I am little better, I was up bi'th heeles, And out came a tun of water beside wine. 'Thas made thee sober. Would you have me drunk With Water? I hope your fire is quenched by this time. It is not now, as when your worship walkd By all the tavernes Iacke, drie as a bone. You had store of fish under water Iacke. It has made a poore Iohn of me. J doe not thinke but if we cast an angle Jnto his belly, we might find some Pilchards. And boild by this time, deere Madam a bed. Carry but the water Spaniel to a grasseplot Where he may roule himselfe, let him but shake His eares twice in the Sunne, and you may grind him Into a posset. Come thou shalt to my bed Poore pickerell. Alas sweete gentleman. I have ill lucke, and I should smell by this time, I am but new tane I am sure, sweet gentlewoman. Your servant. Pray doe not plucke off my skin, It is so wet, unlesse you have good eyes You'le hardly know it from a shirt. Feare nothing. He has sacke enough, and I may find his humor. And how ist with your Ladiship? you looke Without a sunshine in your face. You are glorious In mind and habit. Ends of gold and silver. Your other clothes were not so rich, who was Your tailor sir? They were made for me long since, They have knowne but two bright dayes upon my backe, I had a humor Madam to lay things by, They will serve two dayes more, I thinke I ha gold enough To goe to'th Mercr, Ile now allow my selfe A suite a weeke as this, with necessary Dependances, Beaver, silke stockings, garters, And roses in their due conformitie, Bootes are forbid a cleane legge, but to ride in, My linnen every morning comes in new, The old goes too great bellies.