Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.68 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Would Ceres hear his prayers? Silly maid, His passions were not causeless; and with what justice Could she deny Pilumnus? how oft hath he sprinkled, The finest flower of wheat, and sweetest myrrh Upon her Altars! Lalage rued the time She flouted brave Philaebus. Now she was great With two sweet twins, the fair chaste Amaryllis, And mad Amyntas; (an unlucky pair!) These she brought forth, but never lived to see them: Lucina caused her sorrows stop her breath. Leaving this matchless pair of beauteous infants, In whom till now she lives. After her death, How fared the sorrowful Philaebus? Worse Then ever: She being dead whose life was his, Whose looks did hold his eyes from shutting up, He pined away in sorrows, grief it was To see she was not his, but greater far That she was not at all. Her Exequys being past, He casts him down upon that turf of earth, Under whose roof his Lalage was housed, And parleyed with her ashes, till his own lamp Was quite extinguished with a fatal damp. Here ended th'noble shepherd. Unhappy lover! 'tis pity but the Virgins once a year, Should wash his tomb with maiden tears! but now Both Lalage being dead and her Philebus, How comes it other loves should prove unfortunate? Pilumnus having lost this hopeful Son, Though he had two more children, fair Urania And noble Damon; yet the death of Lalage Sufficed not his revenge, but he a new implores His goddess wrath against Claius:— Doth Ceres prise me thus? Shall Claius tread upon the flowery Plain, And walk upon the Ashes of my boy? Will I be Archyflamen where the Gods Are so remiss? let wolves approach their shrines; Their howl are as powerful as the Prayers Of sad Pilumnus!— Such disgusts at last Awakened Ceres: with hollow murmuring noise Her Ompha like a thunder'gins to roar. (The Ompha if it menace speaks at large In copious language, but perplexed terms.) And laid this curse on all Trinacria. Sicilian swains, ill luck shall long betide To every bridegroom, and to every bride: No sacrifice, no vow shall still mine Ire, Till Claius blood both quench and kindle fire. The wise shall misconceive me, and the wit Scorned, and neglected shall my meaning hit. Angry and Intricate! Alas for love! What then became of Claius? Why the Ompha, Having denounced against him, and he knowing The hate of old Pilumnus fled away, I think he's sailed to the Antipodes. No tidings can be brought what ground receives him, Unless Corymbus make a happy voyage; Corymbus that will search both East and Occident And when he finds him spill his captive blood. Which Ceres grant he may! Tender Laurinda Now dost thou see the reason of my care, And why my watchful eyes so close observe Thy steps and actions.
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476 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.684 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T21 · seed 44: T24 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Would Ceres heare his praiers? Silly maid, His passions were not causelesse; and with what justice Could she deny Pilumnus? how oft hath he sprinkled, The finest flowre of wheat, and sweetest myrrhe Vpon her Altars! Lalage ru'd the time She flowted brave Philaebus. Now she was great With two sweet twins, the faire chast Amaryllis, And mad Amyntas; (an unlucky paire!) These shee brought forth, but never liv'd to see them: Lucina caus'd her sorrowes stop her breath. Leaving this matchlesse paire of beauteous infants, In whom till now she lives. After her death, How far'd the sorrowfull Philaebus? Worse Then ever: Shee being dead whose life was his, Whose lookes did hold his eyes from shutting up, He pin'd away in sorrowes, griefe it was To see she was not his, but greater farre That she was not at all. Her Exequies being past, He casts him down upon that turfe of earth, Vnder whose roofe his Lalage was hous'd, And parlied with her ashes, 'till his own lampe Was quite extinguish'd with a fatall dampe. Here ended th'noble sheapheard. Vnhappy lover! Tis pitty but the Virgins once a yeare, Should wash his tombe with maiden teares! but now Both Lalage being dead and her Philebus, How comes it other loves should prove unfortunate? Pilumnus having lost this hopefull Sonne, Though he had two more children, fair Vrania And noble Damon; yet the death of Lalage Suffic'd not his revenge, but he a new implores His goddesse wrath 'gainst Claius:—Doth Ceres prize me thus? Shall Claius tread upon the flowry Plaine, And walke upon the Ashes of my boy? Will I be Archyflamen where the Gods Are so remisse? let wolves approach their shrines; Their howlings are as powerfull as the Praiers Of sad Pilumnus!—Such disgusts at last Awaken'd Ceres: with hollow murmuring noise Her Ompha like a thunder'gins to roare. (The Ompha if it menace speakes at large In copious language, but perplexed termes.) And laid this curse on all Trinacria. Sicilian swaines, ill luck shall long betide To every bridegroome, and to every bride: No sacrifice, no vow shall still mine Ire, Till Claius blood both quench and kindle fire. The wise shall misconceive me, and the wit Scornd, and neglected shall my meaning hit. Angry and Intricate! Alas for love! What then became of Claius? Why the Ompha, Having denounc'd against him, and he knowing The hate of old Pilumnus fled away, I think hee's sayl'd to the Antipodes. No tydings can be brought what ground receives him, Vnlesse Corymbus make a happy voyage; Corymbus that will search both East and Occident And when he finds him spill his captive blood. Which Ceres grant he may! Tender Laurinda Now dost thou see the reason of my care, And why my watchfull eyes so close observe Thy steps and actions.