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 0.81 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
And I promise, father, To temper my affections, till the Goddess Do mitigate her anger. Do so then: For now you see with what unfortunate choice Pilumnus daughter, delicate Urania loves The mad Amyntas: for the angry Goddess, Though she repaid the wrong done to Philaebus, Yet not approving the revengeful mind Of great Pilumnus, scourged him with his own ask, By threatening an unhappy marriage To his Urania, unless he that woos her Pay an impossible Dowry; for as others Give Portions with their daughters, Ceres' Priests Use to receive for theirs. The words are these, That which thou hast not, mayst not, canst not have Amyntas, is the Dowry that I crave▪ Rest hopeless in thy love, or else divine To give Urania this, and she is thine: Which while the poor Amyntas would Interpret, He lost his wits. Take heed of love, Laurinda, You see th'unhappiness of it in others; Let not experience in thyself instruct thee. Be wise my Girl: so come and follow me. I'll make a Garland for my kid and follow you. What a sad tale was here? how full of sorrow? Happy that heart that never felt the shaft Of angry Cupid! Damon and Alexis? Their presence quickly puts these cogitations Out of my mind: Poor souls, I fain would pity them, And yet I cannot, for to pity one Were not to pity t'other, and to pity Both were to pity neither. Mine old Temper Is all the shift I have; some dew of comfort To either of them. How now bold intruders, How dare you venture on my privacy? If you must needs have this walk, be it so! I'll seek another: What? you'll let me go? Cruel Laurinda (if a word so foul Can have so fair a dwelling.) seal not up Thy eats, but let a pity enter there And find a passage to thy heart. Laurinda, (The name which but to speak I would not wish For life or breath.) Let not thy powerful beauty Torment us longer: Tell us which of us You value most. And tother, for old friendship Strangling his bitter Corrosive in his heart, Hath promised to desist from further suit. Or if he cannot so, as sure he cannot, Yet he will rather choose to dye then live Once to oppose your liking. Since you are Grown so importunate, and will not be answered With modest silence; Know I wish you well. How, me Laurinda? Why I wish, Alexis, I were thy wife. Then most unhappy me! That word doth relish immortality. And I do wish thou were't my husband, Damon Still more perplexed: what do you think I am? My head, Alexis. And what I? My heart. Which hand am I? Damon, my right. Which I? My left, Alexis. Thus you scorn my love. Not I, Alexis: thouart my only hope. Then I am all despair, no hope for me.
nodes 577–650 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 42 in this edition
Length
489 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.808 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: T24 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And I promise, father, To temper my affections, 'till the Goddesse Doe mitigate her anger. Doe so then: For now you see with what unfortunate choice Pilumnus daughter, delicate Vrania loves The mad Amyntas: for the angry Goddesse, Though she repaid the wrong done to Philaebus, Yet not approving the reuengefull mind Of great Pilumnus, scourg'd him with his own asking, By threatning an unhappy marriage To his Vrania, unlesse he that wooes her Pay an impossible Dowry; for as others Give Portions with their daughters, Ceres Priests Vse to receive for theirs. The words are these, That which thou hast not, mayst not, canst not have Amyntas, is the Dowry that I crave▪ Rest hopelesse in thy love, or else divine To give Vrania this, and she is thine: Which while the poore Amyntas would Interpret, He lost his wits. Take heed of love, Laurinda, You see th'unhappinesse of it in others; Let not experience in thy selfe instruct thee. Be wise my Girle: so come and follow me. I'le make a Garland for my kid and follow you. What a sad tale was here? how full of sorrow? Happy that heart that never felt the shaft Of angry Cupid! —Damon and Alexis? Their presence quickly puts these cogitations Out of my mind: Poore soules, I fain would pity them, And yet I cannot, for to pity one Were not to pity t'other, and to pity Both were to pity neither. Mine old Temper Is all the shift I have; some dew of comfort To either of them. How now bold intruders, How dare you venter on my privacy? If you must needs have this walk, be it so! I'le seeke another: What? you'l let me goe? Cruell Laurinda (if a word so foule Can have so faire a dwelling.) seale not up Thy eates, but let a pity enter there And find a passage to thy heart. Laurinda, (The name which but to speak I would not wish For life or breath.) Let not thy powerfull beauty Torment us longer: Tell us which of us You value most. And t'other, for old freindship Strangling his bitter Corrasive in his heart, Hath promis'd to desist from further suit. Or if he cannot so, as sure he cannot, Yet he will rather chuse to dye then live Once to oppose your liking. Since you are Growne so importunate, and will not be answer'd With modest silence; Know I wish you well. How, me Laurinda? Why I wish, Alexis, I were thy wife. Then most unhappy me! That word doth relish immortalitie. And I doe wish thou wer't my husband, Damon Still more perplexed: what doe you think I am? My head, Alexis. And what I? My heart. Which hand am I? Damon, my right. Which I? My left, Alexis. Thus you scorne my love. Not I, Alexis: th'art my only hope. Then I am all despaire, no hope for me.