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 0.83 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
So, and did not you Compare the stag to my fair mistress? ha! Pursued by you and Damon, caught by neither? By Cupid thouart i'th' right. Alas poor whelps, In troth I pity you! Why such a hunting Have we had here: Two puppies of a litter, Mopsus and wise Iocastus hunting folly With a full mouth. I much wonder, Dorylas, Amyntas can be sad, having such follies To provoke mirth. And to that end his sister Keeps them about him; but in vain, his Melancholy Has took so deep impression. My Alexis Well met, I'ave been at your cottage to seek you. But I am ne'er at home; Thou and I, Damon, Are absent from ourselves. Excellent application! To see the wit of love! Let us go seek her, To have a final judgement. That may end One of our miseries, and the others life! O lamentable! who would be in love? Content. Here comes my joy or death. O pitiful! My sweet affliction. Pitifully sweet! Near fear your father, Mistress, kiss securely, I'll be your Mercury, and charm a sleep Old Argus. Do. But if he chance to spy You and your sweethearts here, I know not of it. You do not! Nay you know if I had seen them, I should have told him. Y'are a trusty servant. Poor Dorylas is blind, he sees not here Damon, no nor Alexis. No not he! Alack I am innocent: if the belly swell I did not fetch the poison. No, begun. Laurinda now for mercy sake give period To our long miseries. Now you are like cruel To both, and play the tyrant equally, On him you hate as much as him you love. Depriving one the comfort of his joy. The other the sure remedy of his death! Damon you have a Love, fair Amaryllis, Content yourself with her. I'll rather kiss An Ethiopes crisped lip: embrace a Viper! Deformity itself to her is fair. Damon thou hast thy answer. And Alexis, There be in Sicily many Virgins more Worthy your choice: why did you placed on me? Go seek some other. O those words to me Are Poison. But to me an Antidote. Thus she gave life to me to take't away: And me she slew to raise me up again: You shall not slight us thus, what do you think Of me? Thou art the glory of the woods. And what am I? The pride of all the Plains. These your ambiguous terms have now too oft Deluded us. Show by some sign which of us You have designed for happiness. So I will. Damon, as I affect thee, so I vow To wear this Garland that adorns thy brow. This wreath of flowers, Alexis, which was mine Because thou lov'st me truly, shall be thine. This is plain dealing; let not Cupid's wars Drive your affections to uncivil jars!
nodes 1233–1317 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 42 in this edition
Length
484 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (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)
So, and did not you Compare the stag to my fair mistresse? ha! Pursued by you and Damon, caught by neither? By Cupid th'art i'th right. Alas poore whelpes, In troth I pitty you! Why such a hunting Have we had here: Two puppies of a litter, Mopsus and wise Iocastus hunting folly With a full mouth. I much wonder, Dorylas, Amyntas can be sad, having such follies To provoke mirth. And to that end his sister Keepes them about him; but in vaine, his Melancholy Has took so deepe impression. My Alexis Well met, I'ave been at your cottage to seeke you. But I am ne're at home; Thou and I, Damon, Are absent from our selves. Excellent application! To see the wit of love! Let us goe seeke her, To have a finall judgement. That may end One of our miseries, and the others life! O lamentable! who would be in love? Content. Here comes my joy or death. O pittifull! My sweet affliction. Pittifully sweet! Nere feare your father, Mistresse, kisse securely, I'le be your Mercury, and charme a sleepe Old Argus. Doe. But if he chance to spy You and your sweet-hearts here, I know not of it. You doe not! Nay you know if I had seene them, I should have told him. Y'are a trusty servant. Poore Dorylas is blind, he sees not here Damon, no nor Alexis. No not hee! Alack I am innocent: if the belly swell I did not fetch the poyson. No, begone. Laurinda now for mercy sake give period To our long miseries. Now you are like cruell To both, and play the tyrant equally, On him you hate as much as him you love. Depriving one the comfort of his joy. The other the sure remedy of his death! Damon you have a Love, fair Amaryllis, Content your selfe with her. I'le rather kisse An Ethiops crisped lip: imbrace a Viper! Deformity it selfe to her is fair. Damon thou hast thy answer. And Alexis, There be in Sicilie many Virgins more Worthy your choice: why did you plac't on mee? Goe seeke some other. O those words to me Are Poyson. But to me an Antidote. Thus she gave life to me to tak't away: And me she slew to raise me up againe: You shall not slight us thus, what doe you thinke Of mee? Thou art the glory of the woods. And what am I? The pride of all the Plaines. These your ambiguous termes have now too oft Deluded us. Shew by some signe which of us You have design'd for happinesse. So I will. Damon, as I affect thee, so I vow To wear this Garland that adornes thy brow. This wreath of flowres, Alexis, which was mine Because thou lov'st me truly, shall be thine. This is plain dealing; let not Cupid's warres Drive your affections to uncivill jarres!