Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.75 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Aller. With all my heart Sr. Marmaduke let's help To exercise the Ladies. A good motion. And begar noting in de world mor profet Your body den de motion all a more de France. I am for any frisk. Ha de frisk you jump upon my name, and Begar you have my nature to de right, heigh, and All de world is but frisk. A Country dance then. Hah, monsieur Madam aller, forboon, tres excellent begar, so I crave your patience Madam, gentlemen, you be at de Ball, mofoy you See dat was never in dis world. What monsieur? What do you think dat is, me tell you, begar You see me play de part of de Cupid. A French Cupid. Begar French Cupid, why? dear is no love like De French love, dat is Cupid, love is hot, and de French is hot How comes it to pass that you are to play Cupid Moun. My Lord give me command me have device, & de mask For de Ladies, and me no trust little jacknape to play Young Cupid but myself. Cupid is a child, you have a beard monsieur. Me care not de hair for dat, begar de little god may have De little beard, Venus his mother have de mole, and Cupid Her shield may have the black mussel. But monsieur, we read Cupid was fair, and You are black, how will that agree? Cupid is fair, and monsieur is black, why monsieur Is black den, and Cupid is fair, what is dat? a fair Lady love de servant of the black Complexion de ban eur, the colour is not de much, Vulcan was de black Smith, and Cupid may be de Black gentleman his son legitimate. 'tis de way to make Cupid the boy no bastard. But do you no publish this invention, me meet you At de Ball armed with quiver, and de bow. You won't shoot us, I hope you'll spare our hearts. Begar me shit you if me can, and your arts shall Bleed one, two, tree, gallows adieu madam Serviteur gentlemen tresemble. Adieu monsieur, now Madam with your favour, I must renew my suit. Yad better buy a new one, Nay then we shall be troubled. You'll withdraw, I'll follow you. Come, come I know you love me. You may enlarge your folly my dear knight, But I have pardoned you for love already. This sha'not serve your turn, I came hither Not to be jeered, and one of you shall love me. Oh impudence dares he return. It seems so. Most gracious Madam, my cosin your Lord Loveall Commends himself in black and white. To me? D'ee think 'tis from myself. You might ha' doubt in black and blue. Scutilla how does thy poor soul, thou Hast no husband nor children to commend me to. The poor soul's well, I hope your body is Recovered, does not your left cheek burn still, We ha' so talked on you?
nodes 1882–1949 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 35 in this edition
Length
497 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.750 (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)
Aller. With all my heart Sr. Marmaduke lets helpe To exercise the Ladies. A good motion. And begar noting in de world mor profet Your body den de motion all a more de France. I am for any friske. Ha de friske you jumpe upon my name, and Begar you have my nature to de right, hey, and All de world is but friske. A Country dance then. Hah, Mounsieur Madam aller, Forboone, tres excellent begar, so I crave your patience Madam, gentlemen, you be at de Ball, mofoy you See dat was never in dis world. What Mounsieur? What doe you thinke dat is, me tell you, begar You see me play de part of de Cupid. A French Cupid. Begar French Cupid, why? dere is no love like De French love, dat is Cupid, love is hot, and de French is hot How comes it to passe that you are to play Cupid Moun. My Lord give me cōmand me have device, & de masque For de Ladies, and me no trust little Iacknape to play Young Cupid but my selfe. Cupid is a childe, you have a beard Mounsieur. Me care not de haire for dat, begar de little god may have De little beard, Venus his oder have de mole, and Cupid Her shild may have the blacke mussell. But Mounsieur, we read Cupid was faire, and You are blacke, how will that agree? Cupid is faire, and Mounsieur is blacke, why Mounsieur Is blacke den, and Cupid is faire, what is dat? a faire Lady love de servant of the blacke Complexion de ban eur, the colour is not de mush, Vulcan was de blacke Smith, and Cupid may be de Blacke gentleman his sonne legitimate. Tis de way to make Cupid the boy no bastard. But doe you no publish this invention, me meete you At de Ball armed with quiver, and de bow. You wonot shoote us, I hope youle spare our hearts. Begar me shit you if me can, and your arts shall Bleed one, two, tree, gallowne adieu Madame Serviter gentlemen tresemble. Adieu Mounsieur, now Madam with your favour, I must renew my suite. Yad better buy a new one, Nay then we shall be troubled. Youle withdraw, Ile follow you. Come, come I know you love me. You may enlarge your folly my deare knight, But I have pardoned you for love already. This shannot serve your turne, I came hither Not to be jeered, and one of you shall love me. Oh impudence dares he returne. It seemes so. Most gracious Madam, my cosin your Lord Loveall Commends himselfe in blacke and white. To me? Dee thinke tis from my selfe. You might ha dont in blacke and blew. Scutilla how does thy poore soule, thou Hast no husband nor children to commend me to. The poore soule's well, I hope your body is Recover'd, dos not your left cheeke burne still, We ha so talkt on you?