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 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Be judge ye woods, & let Amyntas speak. Amyntas, speak. The Goddess is well pleased, she deigns to answer By gracious Echoes; go Amyntas speak. Why, will she answer me before Urania? No, 'twas the music of her Angel's voice, Whose heavenly Accents with such charming notes Ravished the Goddess ears, she could not choose But bear a part in that harmonious song; Yet if she will after such melody Endure to hear the harsh Amyntas speak. Amyntas, speak. When wilt thou think my torments are enough? Now. Alas, how is it possible I should hope it? Hope it. How shall I pay the Dowry that you ask me? Ask me. I ask a Dowry to be made a Husband. A Husband. Answer directly to what I said last. What I said last. A Husband, Ceres? Why is that the guess? Yes. That which I have not, may not, cannot have,— I have not, may not, cannot have a Husband. 'tis true, I am a man, nor would I change My sex, to be the Empress of the world. Urania, take thy Dowry, 'tis myself; A Husband, take it. 'tis the richest Dowry That ere my most ambitious prayers could beg▪ But I will bring a portion, my Amyntas, Shall equal it, if it can equalled be: That which I have not, may not, cannot have Shall be thy portion, 'tis a wife, Amyntas Should greater Queens woo me in all their Pride, And in their laps bring me the wealth of worlds, I should prefer this portion 'fore the best▪ Thanks Ceres, that hast made us both be blessed. Be blessed. Pilumnus, let us now grow young again, And like two trees robbed of their leafy boughs By winter, age, and Boreas keener breath, Sprout forth and bud again: This spring of joy Cuts forty years away from the grey sum. Once more in triumph let us walk the Village! But first I will entreat this company To deign to take part in this public joy. All Loves are happy, none with us there be, Now sick of coyness, or unconstancy. The wealthy sums of Kisses do amount To greater scores then curious art can count! Each eye is fixed upon his Mistress face, And every arm is locked in some embrace. Each cheek is dimpled; every lip doth smile: Such happiness I wish this blessed Isle, This little world of Lovers: and lest you Should think this bliss no real joys, nor true, Would every Lady in this orb might see Their Loves as happy as we say they be! And for you gentle youths, whose tender hearts Are not shot proof against love and Cupid's darts; These are my Prayers, (I would those prayers were charms) That each had here his Mistress in his arms. True Lovers, (for 'tis truth gives love delight) To you our Authors only means to wright. If he have pleased (as yet he doubtful stands) For his applause clap lips instead of Hands. He begs nor Bays, nor Ivy; only this, Seal his wished Plaudite with an amorous Kiss.
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517 words · 697 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.781 (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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Be judge ye woods, & let Amyntas speak. Amyntas, speak. The Goddesse is well pleas'd, she daines to answer By gracious Echo's; goe Amyntas speak. Why, will she answer mee before Vrania? No, 'twas the musique of her Angels voice, Whose heavenly Accents with such charming notes Ravish'd the Goddesse eares, she could not choose But bear a part in that harmonious song; Yet if she will after such melody Endure to hear the harsh Amyntas speak. Amyntas, speak. When wilt thou think my torments are enow? Now. Alas, how is it possible I should hope it? Hope it. How shall I pay the Dowry that you aske mee? Aske mee. I aske a Dowry to be made a Husband. A Husband. Answer directly to what I said last. What I said last. A Husband, Ceres? Why is that the guesse? Yes. That which I have not, may not, cannot have,— I have not, may not, cannot have a Husband. Tis true, I am a man, nor would I change My sexe, to be the Empresse of the world. Vrania, take thy Dowry, 'tis my selfe; A Husband, take it. Tis the richest Dowry That ere my most ambitious praiers could beg▪ But I will bring a portion, my Amyntas, Shall equall it, if it can equall'd bee: That which I have not, may not, cannot have Shall be thy portion, 'tis a wife, Amyntas Should greater Queenes wooe mee in all their Pride, And in their laps bring me the wealth of worlds, I should prefer this portion 'fore the best▪ Thankes Ceres, that hast made us both be blest. Be blest. Pilumnus, let us now grow young againe, And like two trees robb'd of their leafy boughes By winter, age, and Boreas keener breath, Sprout forth and bud again: This spring of joy Cuts forty yeares away from the gray summe. Once more in triumph let us walke the Village! But first I will intreat this company To deigne to take part in this publique joy. All Loves are happy, none with us there bee, Now sick of coynesse, or unconstancy. The wealthy summes of Kisses doe amount To greater scores then curious art can count! Each eye is fix'd upon his Mistris face, And every arme is lockt in some embrace. Each cheeke is dimpled; every lip doth smile: Such happinesse I wish this blessed Isle, This little world of Lovers: and least you Should think this blisse no reall joyes, nor true, Would every Lady in this orbe might see Their Loves as happy as we say they be! And for you gentle youths, whose tender hearts Are not shot proofe 'gainst love and Cupids darts; These are my Prayrs, (I would those prayrs were charmes) That each had here his Mistrisse in his armes. True Lovers, (for tis truth gives love delight) To you our Authors only means to wright. If he have pleas'd (as yet he doubtfull stands) For his applause clap lips instead of Hands. He beggs nor Bayes, nor Ivy; only this, Seale his wisht Plaudite with an amorous Kisse.