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 0.70 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
But his blood Hath been already shed in Amarillis: She is his blood, so is Urania yours, And Damon is your blood; That is the blood The Goddess aims at, that must still her ire, For her blood hath both quenched and kindled fire. What hath it quenched or kindled? Love, the fire That must be quenched and kindled. Damon's love To his Laurinda in that blood extinguished, Is by that powerful blood kindled anew To Amarillis, now grown his desire: Thus Claius blood hath quenched and kindled fire. Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas. And is the fire of my Damon kindled But to be quenched again: Ceres! a frost Dwell on thy Altars, ere my zeal renew Religious fires to warme'em. Spare these blasphemies, For Damon is acquitted & affoiled Of any trespass. How Amyntas? speak! Thou that hast saved a Father, save a son. Thus, Amarillis is the Sacrifice The Goddess aimed at: and the blood of Sacrifice (As you all know) may lawfully be spilt Even in the Holy vale, and so it was; Besides your Damon is a Priest by birth, And therefore by that Title, he may spill The sacrificed Amarillis blood. If this interpretation be not true, Speak you Sicilians, I'll be judged by you. Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas. Amyntas, thou hast now made full amends For my Philebus' death; Claius all envy, Envy the viper of a venomous soul Shall quit my breast: This is the man, Sicilians, The man to whom you owe your liberties; Go Virgins, and with Roses strew his way, Crown him with violets, and lily wreathes; Cut off your golden tresses, and from them Wove him a robe of love: Damon, pay here The debt of duty that thou ow'st to me; Hence was thy second birth. Or hither rather: The Balsam of Sicilia flowed from hence, Hence from this scarlet torrent, whose each drop Might ransom Cupid were he captive ta'en. How much owe I my Damon, whose blessed hand Made me the public sacrifice! could I shed As many drops of blood, even from the heart, As Arethusa drops of water can, I would outvie her at the fullest tide, That other Virgin's loves might happy be, And mine my Damon be as blessed in thee. O what a shower of joy falls from mine eyes! The now too fortunate Claius! my Amyntas, My Amarillis, how shall I divide My tears and joys betwixt you! Lovers come, Come all with flowery chaplets on your brows, And singing Hymns to Ceres, walk around This happy village; to express our glee This day each year shall Cupid's triumphs be. Still my impossible Dowry for Urania Leaves me unfortunate in the midst of joy; Yet out of piety I will here a while (Though blessed I am not till she be my bride) In public joys lay private griefs aside.
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Length
480 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.704 (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)
But his bloud Hath been already shed in Amarillis: Shee is his bloud, so is Vrania yours, And Damon is your bloud; That is the bloud The Goddesse aimes at, that must still her ire, For her bloud hath both quench't and kindled fire. What hath it quencht or kindled? Love, the fire That must be quench't and kindled. Damons love To his Laurinda in that bloud extinguish'd, Is by that powerfull bloud kindled anew To Amarillis, now grown his desire: Thus Claius bloud hath quench't and kindled fire. Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas. And is the fire of my Damon kindled But to be quench't againe: Ceres! a frost Dwell on thy Alters, ere my zeale renew Religious fires to warme'em. Spare these blasphemies, For Damon is acquitted & affoil'd Of any trespasse. How Amyntas? speake! Thou that hast sav'd a Father, save a sonne. Thus, Amarillis is the Sacrifice The Goddesse aim'd at: and the bloud of Sacrifice (As you all know) may lawfully be spilt Even in the Holy vale, and so it was; Besides your Damon is a Priest by birth, And therefore by that Title, he may spill The sacrifized Amarillis bloud. If this interpretation be not true, Speak you Sicilians, I'le be judg'd by you. Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas, Amyntas. Amyntas, thou hast now made full amends For my Philebus death; Claius all envy, Envy the viper of a venemous soule Shall quit my brest: This is the man, Sicilians, The man to whom you owe your liberties; Goe Virgins, and with Roses strow his way, Crowne him with violets, and lilly wreathes; Cut off your golden tresses, and from them Weave him a robe of love: Damon, pay here The debt of duty that thou ow'st to mee; Hence was thy second birth. Or hither rather: The Balsame of Sicilia flowed from hence, Hence from this scarlet torrent, whose each drop Might ransome Cupid were he captive tane. How much owe I my Damon, whose blest hand Made mee the publique sacrifice! could I shed As many drops of blood, even from the heart, As Arethusa drops of water can, I would outvie her at the fullest tide, That other Virgins loues might happy be, And mine my Damon be as blest in thee. O what a showre of joy falls from mine eyes! The now too fortunate Claius! my Amyntas, My Amarillis, how shall I divide My teares and joyes betwixt you! Lovers come, Come all with flowry chaplets on your browes, And singing Hymmes to Ceres, walk around This happy village; to expresse our glee This day each yeare shall Cupids triumphs bee. Still my impossible Dowry for Vrania Leaves mee unfortunate in the mid'st of joy; Yet out of piety I will heere a while (Though blest I am not 'till she be my bride) In publique joyes lay private griefes aside.