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 0.76 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I love him now the rather; he hath lost Himself for me, and should he lose me too? It were a sin he should! What canst thou love In his distempered wildness? Only that, His wildness; 'tis the comfort I have left To make my tears keep time to his distractions; To think as wildl●… as he talks; to marry Our griefs together, since ourselves we cannot. The Oracle doth ask so strange a Dowry, That now his company is the only bliss My love can aim at: but I stay too long I'll in to comfort him. Do not Urania. Do not? I must and will; Nature commands me no, But Love more powerful says it shall be so. The Gods did well to make their Destinies Of women, that their wills might stand for law Fixed and unchanged; who's this? Corymbus? he. Corymbus— welcome! Sacred Pilumnus— hail! And fruitful Sicily I kiss thy dust— What news Corymbus? Is our country's Mischief Fettered in chains? Thrice the sun hath passed Through the twelve Inns of heaven, since my diligence Has been employed in quest of him, whose death Must give poor lovers life, the hateful Claius; Yet could I ne'er hear of him:— The mean while How fare the poor Sicilians? Does awful Ceres Still bend her angry brow? Find the sad Lovers No rest, no quiet yet? Corymbus none! The Goddess has not yet deigned to accept One sacrifice, no favourable Echo Resounded from her Omp●…a; All her answers Are full, and doubtful. The true sign, Pilumnus, Her wrath is not appeased. Appeased say you? Rather again incensed so far, Corymbus, As that myself am plagued; My poor Urania Dotes on Amyntas. First shall our hives swarm in the venomous yew, And Goats shall browse upon our myrtle wands! One of your blood, Pilumnus, (is it possible) Love Lalage and Claius brood? The chain of fate Will have it so! And he loved her as much. That makes it something better. Ah, thou knowest not What sting this waspish fortune pricks me with! I seeing their loves so constant, so inflexible, Chid with dame Ceres if sheused me thus. My words were inconsiderate, and the heavens Punished my rough expostulations: Being Archiflamen of Trinacria I did demand a Dowry of that shepherd That asks my daughter:— Set the price said I, Thou Goddess, that dost cause such hateful loves; If that Amyntas be thy darling swain, Ask thou, and set a Dowry for Urania: With that the Altar groaned, my hair grew stiff, Amyntas looked aghast; Urania quivered, And the Ompha answered With an Echo; No. Then I presage some ill! This dark demand, 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.
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479 words · 688 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (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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I love him now the rather; he hath lost Himselfe for me, and should he loose me too? It were a sinne he should! What canst thou love In his distemper'd wildnesse? Only that, His wildnesse; 'tis the comfort I have left To make my teares keepe time to his distractions; To think as wildl as he talks; to marry Our griefs together, since our selves we cannot. The Oracle doth aske so strange a Dowry, That now his company is the only blisse My love can aime at: but I stay too long I'le in to comfort him. Doe not Vrania. Doe not? I must and will; Nature commands me no, But Love more powerfull sayes it shall be so. The Gods did well to make their Destinies Of woemen, that their wills might stand for law Fixt and unchang'd; who's this? Corymbus? he. Corymbus—welcome! Sacred Pilumnus—hayle! And fruitfull Sicilie I kisse thy dust— What newes Corymbus? Is our Countrie's Mischeif Fetter'd in chaines? Thrice the sunne hath past Through the twelve Inns of heaven, since my diligence Has been imploy'd in quest of him, whose death Must give poore lovers life, the hatefull Claius; Yet could I ne're heare of him:—The meane while How fare the poore Sicilians? Does awfull Ceres Still bend her angry brow? Find the sad Lovers No rest, no quiet yet? Corymbus none! The Goddesse has not yet deign'd to accept One sacrifice, no favourable Echo Resounded from her Ompa; All her answers Are full, and doubtfull. The true signe, Pilumnus, Her wrath is not appeas'd. Appeas'd say you? Rather againe incens'd so farre, Corymbus, As that my selfe am plagu'd; My poore Vrania Dotes on Amyntas. First shall our hives swarme in the venemous yew, And Goats shall browze upon our myrtle wands! —One of your blood, Pilumnus, (is it possible) Love Lalage and Claius brood? The chaine of fate Will have it so! And he lov'd her as much. That makes it something better. Ah, thou knowest not What sting this waspish fortune pricks me with! I seeing their loves so constant, so inflexible, Chid with dame Ceres if sheus'd me thus. My words were inconsiderate, and the heavens Punish'd my rough expostulations: Being Archiflamen of Trinacria I did demand a Dowry of that sheapheard That askes my daughter:—Set the price said I, Thou Goddesse, that dost cause such hatefull loves; If that Amyntas be thy darling swaine, Aske thou, and set a Dowry for Vrania: With that the Altar groan'd, my haire grew stiffe, Amyntas look'd agast; Vrania quiver'd, And the Ompha answer'd With an Echo; No. Then I presage some ill! This darke demand, That which thou hast not, maist 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.