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 0.82 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Your presence will so ne make us active, Madam I was bold. She has your Diamond my Lord. And can you pardon? Nay, nay, we are friends, are We not Madam? I were else unmerciful. The colonel too has given me satisfaction. I think you had enough. As much as I desired, and here's my hand, While I can draw a sword command me. What? To put it up again, all friends, all friends, A pox a quarrelling. I kiss your hand sir. Kiss my hand, kiss my— noble Ladies here. Why is Music silent all this while? Has it no voice to bid these Ladies welcome? Come Boy now draw thy powerful Bow, Here are ladies' hearts enough To be transfixed, this meeting is To ruffle Ladies, and to kiss, These are my Orgies, from each eye, A thousand wanton glances fly; Lords, and Ladies of the Game, Each breast be full of my own flame: Why shoots not Cupid? these are all, Met in honour of my Ball, Which Paris gave to Ida hill, I'll maintain these revels still: Why stays Cupid all this while. Venus doth herself beguile. Diana here go back again. These are none of Venus' train, No spark of this Lascivious fire, Dwells in their bosoms, no desire, But what doth fill Diana's breast, In their modest thoughts do rest. Venus this new festival, Shall be still Diana's Ball: A chaste meeting ever here, Seek thy votaries other where. You're chaste indeed, do not we know, You to your sweetheart nightly go, Envying one is not kissed, no you On his face but let fall due; Some may wonder what doth ail, Your lips but kisses made them pale methinks the Moon should blush, I do Some times, but 'tis for such as you: Then hide myself within a mist, For shame to see thee clipped and kissed. Draw Cupid, shall thy mother be Brand by a Huntress, let me see I want one shaft. Mother not so, You may quickly break my bow, Here Diana doth command, My Bow is frozen to my hand, Beside, the lady's breasts are here, Such proofs against my shafts I fear, Each arrow would to our disgrace, Break, or rebound in my own face; Mother, fly hence or you will be, If you'll stay, made as chaste as she. Can her Magic charm them so, Then 'tis time that Venus go To seek her own more choice delight, Against my will, enjoy this night. Cupid if you mean to stay, Throw your licentious shafts away, Than you are Love, then be embraced, Love is welcome while he's chaste; Now some other strain to show, What pleasures to this night we owe. My Lord, my Ladies, will you see a Monster, I have not met such another in all my travails. What have we here a Satire. No, 'tis a dancing Bear. What is the deviso.
nodes 2446–2526 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 35 in this edition
Length
488 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.824 (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)
Your presence will so ne make us active, Madam I was bold. She has your Diamond my Lord. And can you pardon? Nay, nay, we are friends, are We not Madam? I were else unmercifull. The Coronell too has given me satisfaction. I thinke you had enough. As much as I desir'd, and heres my hand, While I can draw a sword command me. What? To put it up agen, all friends, all friends, A poxe a quarrelling. I kisse your hand sir. Kisse my hand, kisse my— noble Ladies here. Why is Musicke silent all this while? Has it no voyce to bid these Ladies welcome? Come Boy now draw thy powerfull Bow, Here are Ladies hearts enough To be transfixt, this meeting is To ruffle Ladies, and to kisse, These are my Orgies, from each eye▪ A thousand wanton glances flie; Lords, and Ladies of the Game, Each brest be full of my owne flame: Why shootes not Cupid? these are all, Met in honour of my Ball, Which Paris gave to Ida hill, Ile maintaine these revells still: Why stayes Cupid all this while. Venus doth her selfe beguile. Diana here goe backe againe. These are none of Venus traine, No sparke of this Lacivious fire, Dwells in their bosomes, no desire, But what doth fill Diana's breast, In their modest thoughts doe rest. Venus this new festivall, Shall be still Diana's Ball: A chaste meeting ever here, Seeke thy votaries other where. You're chast indeede, doe not we know, You to your sweete-heart nightly goe, Envying one is not kist, no you On his face but let fall dew▪ Some may wonder what doth ayle, Your lippes but kisses made them pale Me thinkes the Moone should blush, I doe Some times, but tis for such as you: Then hide my selfe within a mist, For shame to see thee clipt and kist. Draw Cupid, shall thy mother be Brand by a Huntresse, let me see I want one shaft. Moder not so, You may quickly breake my bow, Here Diana doth command, My Bow is frozen to my hand, Beside, the Ladies breasts are here, Such proofes against my shafts I feare, Each arrow would to our disgrace, Breake, or rebound in my owne face; Moder, flie hence or you will be, If youle stay, made as chaste as she. Can her Magicke charme them so, Then tis time that Venus goe To seek her owne more choice delight, Against my will, enjoy this night. Cupid if you meane to stay, Throw your licensious shafts away, Then you are Love, then be embrac't, Love is welcome while he's chast; Now some other straine to show, What pleasures to this night we owe. My Lord, my Ladies, will you see a Monster, I have not met such another in all my travailes. What have we here a Satyre. No, tis a dancing Beare. What is the deviso.