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 0.80 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
O Urania, Here, here he stands, to whom I owe myself, And thou owest me: we reverence in our Temple's Marble, and brass, whose statues serve for nothing But to hang cobwebs on: oh! how much rather Should we adore this Deity, that bestowed Such happiness upon us! Would we knew How to deserve it. So you may Urania, If you will grant me one request. Command it. I would entreat you presently to vow Virginity to Ceres, that Amyntas No more may toil his brain in thinking what To give you for a Dowry. Sir, I will Presently about it, I'll only first Get some unknown disguise. I dare stay here No longer, for I must begun ereyet The light betrays me. Happiness attend you! Remember it Urania. Farewell father. Thus like a bat, or owl I spend my age In night or darkness, as ashamed of day, And fearful of the light: the sun and I Dare never be acquainted. O guilt, guilt, Thou and thy daughter fear are punishments Perpetual, every whistling of the wind Doth seem the noise of apprehenders▪ shadows Affright me more than men. Each step I tread Is danger. Life? why to live longer should we Not live at all: I hear a noise: false timorousness Deceive me not,— my eyes instruct me too, Heaven shield me— Fain I would inquire of them For Amaryllis, but if one of these Bee Damon, I am lost. How early, Damon, do lovers rise? 'tis he, I hear his name, good mole away. No Larks so soon, Alexis. He that of us shall have Laurinda, Damon, Will not be up so soon: ha! would you Damon? Alexis, no▪ but if I miss Laurinda, My sleep shall be eternal. I much wonder the Sun so soon can rise! Did he lay his head in fair Laurinda's lap, We should have but short days. No summer, Damon. Thetis to her is brown. And he doth rise From her to gaze on fair Laurinda's eyes. O now I long to meet our Arbitress. On whom depends our only happiness. It must be the first Virgin that we greet From Ceres' Temple. Yes, the first we meet. I hear no noise of any yet that move. Devotion's not so early up as love. See how Aurora blushes! we suppose Where Tithon lay to night. That modest rose He grafted there. O heaven, 'tis all I seek, To make that colour in Laurinda's cheek. The virgins now come from the Temple. Appeal unto the first. chaste beauteous Nymph, Ceres so grant your prayers, as you determine justly our cause! Ceres has heard my prayers, For all my morning orisons begged no more Than one kind word from Damon. Amaryllis! That name breathes life & soul to poor Alexis. The same;— why startle you? you have not met A poison, Damon. Yes, a thousand vipers Have stung my soul. As many joys crown mine With happiness.
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494 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (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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O Vrania, Here, here he stands, to whom I owe my selfe, And thou owest me: we reverence in our Temples Marble, and brasse, whose statues serve for nothing But to hang cobwebs on: oh! how much rather Should we adore this Deity, that bestowed Such happinesse upon us! Would we knew How to deserve it. So you may Vrania, If you will grant me one request. Command it. I would intreat you presently to vow Virginity to Ceres, that Amyntas No more may toyle his brain in thinking what To give you for a Dowry. Sir, I will Presently about it, I'le only first Get some unknown disguise. I dare stay here No longer, for I must begon ereyet The light betrayes me. Happinesse attend you! Remember it Vrania. Farewell father. Thus like a bat, or owle I spend my age In night or darknesse, as asham'd of day, And fearefull of the light: the sunne and I Dare never be acquainted. O guilt, guilt, Thou and thy daughter feare are punishments Perpetuall, every whistling of the wind Doth seeme the noise of apprehenders▪ shadowes Affright me more then men. Each step I tread Is danger. Life? why to live longer should we Not live at all: I heare a noise: false timorousnesse Deceive me not,—my eyes instruct me too, Heaven shield me— Fain I would enquire of them For Amaryllis, but if one of these Bee Damon, I am lost. How early, Damon, doe lovers rise? Tis he, I heare his name, good mole away. No Larkes so soon, Alexis. He that of us shall have Laurinda, Damon, Will not be up so soone: ha! would you Damon? Alexis, no▪ but if I misse Laurinda, My sleepe shall be eternall. I much wonder the Sunne so soone can rise! Did he lay his head in faire Laurinda's lap, We should have but short daies. No summer, Damon. Thetis to her is browne. And he doth rise From her to gaze on faire Laurinda's eyes. O now I long to meet our Arbitresse. On whom depends our only happinesse. It must be the first Virgin that we greet From Ceres Temple. Yes, the first we meet. I heare no noise of any yet that move. Devotion's not so early up as love. See how Aurora blushes! we suppose Where Tithon lay to night. That modest rose He grafted there. O heaven, 'tis all I seeke, To make that colour in Laurinda's cheeke. The virgins now come from the Temple. Appeale unto the first. Chast beauteous Nymph, Ceres so grant your prayers, as you determine Iustly our cause! Ceres has heard my prayers, For all my morning orisons beg'd no more Then one kind word from Damon. Amaryllis! That name breaths life & soul to poore Alexis. The same;—why startle you? you have not met A poyson, Damon. Yes, a thousand vipers Have stung my soule. As many joyes crown mine With happinesse.