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 0.78 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
COme neighbours, let's go see the sacrifice Must make you happy lovers: oh 'twill be A fortunate season! Father Coridon, You and old mother Baucis shall be friends. The sheephook and the distaff shall shake hands. You lovely freeze-coats, nothing now but kissing, Kissing and culling, culling and kissing, heighday! In hope it will be one day so with me I am content to live. Now let's ascend. Now my Laurinda, now (o happy now!) All lets that stood between my joy and me Are gone and fled. Long, o too long, Alexis, My doubtful fancy wavered whom to love, Damon, or you; in both was happiness, But double happiness was my single misery: So fared it once, Alexis, (for I well Remember it) with one of my poor ewes, Equally moved between two tufts of grass, This tempting one way, that enticing t' other, Now she would this, then that, than this again, Until poor fool (true emblem of her mistress) She almost starved in choosing which to feed on; At last (so heaven pitied the innocent fool) A western gale nipped one, which being blasted She fed upon the other. Pretty fool! le's now no more defer our nuptial (joys. How sweet a folly is this love? But rash youth, Alexis, (As youth is rash) runs indiscreetly on While mature judgement ripened by experience Stays for love's season. Season? why, can love Be ever out of season? Yes, Alexis, Nothing's borne ripe, all things at first are green, Lau. And such shall our affection still be seen. You are to hasty reapers that do call For Sickles in the spring: Loves, harvest shall; (Lovers you know) his harvest ought to be All the year long. In Cupid's husbandry, Who reaps not in the spring, reaps not at all. Women indeed too soon begin their fall. Yet till cursed Claius dye, as now he must, Alexis, and Laurinda, let my counsel Assuage the heat of youth; pray be persuaded A while for to defer your nuptial bliss; 'Tis but a while. A while in love's an age. Maids in a while grow old. Temper loves fire. 'Tis but cold love that's temperate in desire. Yet, loving pair, stay till a fairer gale; He deserves shipwreck, ('tis the Mariners flout) And justly too, that in a storm sets out. I will suppress my flame, (ah still it glows.) And I, but how unwilling Cupid knows! 'tis well; now let's go take our place, to see For our sad griefs a sadder remedy. Yes, it was he: he's in the temple brother, A place wherein he doth deserve a shrine, Yet is to him a prison; can you Gods Suffer the place that's reared unto your honours Be made so vile a thing?
nodes 2633–2697 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 42 in this edition
Length
462 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (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)
COme neighbours, let's goe see the sacrifice Must make you happy lovers: oh 'twill be A fortunate season! Father Coridon, You and old mother Baucis shall be friends. The sheepe-hooke and the distaffe shall shake hands. You lovely freeze-coats, nothing now but kissing, Kissing and culling, culling and kissing, heighday! In hope it will be one day so with mee I am content to live. Now let's ascend. Now my Laurinda, now (o happy now!) All lets that stood between my joy and mee Are gone and fled. Long, o too long, Alexis, My doubtfull fancy wavered whom to love, Damon, or you; in both was happinesse, But double happinesse was my single misery: So far'd it once, Alexis, (for I well Remember it) with one of my poore ewes, Equally mov'd between two tufts of grasse, This tempting one way, that inticing t' other, Now she would this, then that, then this againe, Vntill poore foole (true embleme of her mistresse) Shee almost starv'd in choosing which to feed on; At last (so heaven pittied the innocent foole) A westerne gale nipt one, which being blasted Shee fed upon the other. Pretty fool! lets now no more deferre our nuptial (joyes. How sweet a folly is this love? But rash youth, Alexis, (As youth is rash) runnes indiscreetly on While mature judgment ripened by experience Stayes for loves season. Season? why, can love Be ever out of season? Yes, Alexis, Nothing's borne ripe, all things at first are greene, Lau. And such shall our affection still be seene. You are to hasty reapers that doe call For Sickles in the spring: Loves, harvest shall; (Lovers you know) his harvest ought to bee All the yeare long. In Cupids husbandry, Who reapes not in the spring, reapes not at all. Woemen indeed too soone begin their fall. Yet till curst Claius dye, as now he must, Alexis, and Laurinda, let my counsell Asswage the heat of youth; pray be perswaded A while for to deferre your nuptiall blisse; 'Tis but a while. A while in lov's an age. Maids in a while grow old. Temper loves fire. 'Tis but cold love that's temperate in desire. Yet, loving paire, stay 'till a fayrer gale; He deserves shipwrack, ('tis the Marriners flout) And justly too, that in a storme sets out. I will suppresse my flame, (ah still it glowes.) And I, but how unwilling Cupid knowes! Tis well; now let's goe take our place, to see For our sad griefes a sadder remedy. —Yes, it was he: hee's in the temple brother, A place wherein he doth deserve a shrine, Yet is to him a prison; can you Gods Suffer the place that's reard unto your honours Be made so vile a thing?