Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.79 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
That's slow enough and dull at this time. What think you Of a wooden Cupid brought in, in An antic amble making it wag like The Apish head of a French Fiddler, when he firks with his Fingers. 'Twill never take Unless you bring in the dapper dancer, With his la ta tat a teero tat a tant Ta ra rat a ta too rant tat a ta teero tat a too, Flinging away his legs, and screwing his face Into the fury of a thousand fools. whose's this? Mad-madam Lepida asleep. 'tis well; else she'd rail faster than any City Puppet. That's a horrid hearing. O a hell, none like it, let Scorpio's itch Reign in her middle sphere, fie how she'll Play the devil with Cuckold simplicity Her husband for want of performance, it Passeth all admiration, and that with No little wonder, yet demand the Act, And than you shall have my nice o'ercurious dame, Upon the Tiptoes of her apish pride, Protest, with O no— I will not wrong my Husband for earth's treasure, stand upon her Honesty, then smile, change in a moment, And then wantonise, mop, mew, bite lip and Wriggle with the bumbe to put a man in mind, Then touch, she'll gripe, and clip with a kiss, Melt into all the forms of Venery Thought can devise, and there's her honesty. O petulant pureness of defiled pitch, But you forget what actors are prepared In readiness for practice 'gainst the Masque. The vestal Virgins from the Temple hailed They shall supply that want 'tis so decreed By th' Empress strict command. O horrible. All from the age of ten, to twenty five Must suffer Rape, and shall, stood hell in fight. Spoke like thyself my metropolitan Cut throat of chastity. 'Twill be excellent, Rare, I fat with laughter at the rich conceit, we'll play at Tennis with their maiden heads, fifty at a breakfast, shall not give me Content. I say, virtues a Cipher in The hearts of great ones, and stands for nothing. What says your most approved judgements, your Single sole conceits I am sure will stand For bawdy Comedies, and ribald jests. Insinuate thou and so wax knavish wise, Thou a stampt villain, learn to temporise, Plot thou, and set friends hourly at debate, Cling to the surer side, the weaker hate, Turn Bawd at midnight, Dander to a Whore While lust in i'th' act (ye knaves) look to the door. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Laughs thou mad mawde Go with a burning mischief, Z'heart I could cut Her throat, but something in her looks there is That shakes me; what again. Be thou, One that knows how to mix with perilous 〈◊〉. The deadly poison with the amorous dart, Drunk with conceit, that greatness bears the sway, Safely to act what villainy it may. Godge God-den I'll come again anon. But we'll prevent you, come Lords to Court, She shall be silenced or her tongue cut out.
nodes 1571–1642 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 31 in this edition
Length
500 words · 704 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.795 (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)
That's slow enough and dull at this time. What thinke you Of a wooden Cupid brought in, in An antick amble making it wag like The Apish head of a French Fidler, when he Firkes with his Fingers. 'Twill never take Vnlesse you bring in the dapper dancer, With his la ta tat a teero tat a tant Ta ra rat a ta too rant tat a ta teero tat a too, Flinging away his legges, and skrewing his face Into the fury of a thousand fooles. Whose this? Mad-madam Lepida a sleepe. Tis well; else shee'd raile faster then any Citie Pupper. That's a horrid hearing. O a hell, none like it, let Scorpios itch Raigne in her middle spheare, phy how shee'l Play the divell with Cuckold simplicitie Her huband for want of performance, it Passeth all admiration, and that with No little wonder, yet demand the Act, And then you shall have my nice o'recurious dame, Vpon the Tiptoes of her apish pride, Protest, with O no—I will not wrong my Husband for earths treasure, stand upon her Honesty, then smile, change in a moment, And then wantonize, mop, mew, bite lip and Wriggle with the bumbe to put a man in minde, Then touch, shee'l gripe, and clip with a kisse, Melt into all the formes of Venery Thought can devise, and ther's her honesty. O petulant purenesse of defiled pitch, But you forget what actors are prepar'd In readinesse for practise gainst the Masque. The vestall Virgins from the Temple hail'd They shall supply that want 'tis so decreed By th' Empresse strict command. O horrible. All from the age of ten, to twentie five Must suffer Rape, and shall, stood hell in fight. Spoake like thy selfe my metropolitan Cut throate of chastitie. 'Twill be excellent, Rare, I fat with laughter at the rich conceite, Wee'l play at Tennis with their maiden heads, Fiftie at a breakfast, shall not give me Content. I say, vertues a Cyphar in The hearts of great ones, and stands for nothing. What sayes your most approved judgements, your Single sole conceits I am sure will stand For bawdy Comedies, and ribald jests. Insinuate thou and so wax knavish wise, Thou a stampt villaine, learne to temporise, Plot thou, and set friends hourely at debate, Cling to the surer side, the weaker hate, Turne Bavvd at midnight, Dander to a Whore While lust in 'ith act (ye knaves) looke to the doore. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Laughs thou mad mawde Goe with a burning mischiefe, Z'heart I could cut Her throate, but something in her lookes there is That shakes me; what a gen. Be thou, One that knowes how to mix with perilous . The deadly poyson with the amorous dart, Drunk with conceite, that greatnesse beares the sway, Safely to act what villany it may. Godge godden I'le come agen anon. But wee'l prevent you, come Lords to Court, She shall be silenc'd or her tongue cut out.