Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.79 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
A fine thing our man Dorus game, he says 'tis a fish 'tis a cod's head is't not, much came how you by this Following the plow I found it. Would all my acres were sown with such, umh doors he throw his stones at thee already, well set forward, if thou diest before me Dorus I'll make somebody mine heir; if I out live thee, I won't say what legacy I mean to bestow upon thee, Continue thy duty Dorus and follow me with a reverence. Ladies our revels wants the state and glory With which the Court delights might charm your senses Our scene is natural but interpret fairly 'twas meant A cure for times sick feathers, and your mirth, Virtue will prompt you to Accept what was intended for your service Yet 'tis within my wishes to salute you With other testimony of your welcome. I kiss your white hand, Every touch conveys a fierce spirit through my blood I shall betray my suffering, and through my eyes Let out my heart, Philoclea sit willt please you rest yourself? Dwell here for ever I am now but one degree from heaven, Since you imagine you are so near, it is no sin I hope to entreat you stay with us a little, I would Wish tho to make you blessed with too hasty a remove. You are all goodness, oh that I durst but give Some liberty to my imprisoned thoughts Philoclea you hinder the fair stranger. Pardon me that am her trouble rather She should want virtue to call you so, but they begin Dametas is the steward for this day's mirth I see. And means to bring in the first course. Cupid is blind some say but there are lies Abroad, for Cupid never wanted eyes He is a Deity with bow and arrow And he can pierce with it the very marrow And never hurt the bones, is't not a wonder. That flaming Ice should cut man's heart in sunder, Behold the Dandiprat that lived at Court. But is come hither to make country sport A woody god; but yet a very colt Among the maids who feel his furious boult. Now Cupid speak thyself or while they play Sing if you please I ha' not more to say. Cupid. Tell me tidings of my mother. shepherds, and be Cupid's brother Down from heaven we came together With swans speed came she not hither? But what Lady have I spied. just so was my mother eyed Such her smiles wherein I dwelled In those lips have I been felt Those the pillows of her breast Which gave Cupid so much rest. 'Tis she 'tis she make holiday Shepherds Carol Dance and play 'Tis Venus it can be no other Cupid now has found his mother
nodes 242–296 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 36 in this edition
Length
471 words · 589 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.792 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A fine thing our man Dorus game, he saies tis a fish Tis a Codds head ist not, much came how you by this Following the plow I found it. Would all my acres were sowne with such, vmh dores he throw his stones at thee already, well set forward, if thou diest before me Dorus Ile make some body mine heire; if I out live thee, I wonot say what legacie I meane to bestow upon hee, Continue thy dutie Dorus and follow me with a reverence. Ladies our revells wants the state and glory With which the Court delights might charme your senses Our sceane is naturall but interpret fairely 'twas meant A cure for times sicke feathers, and your mirth, Virtue will prompt you to Accept what was intended for your service Yet 'tis within my wishes to salute you With other testimony of your welcome. I kisse your white hand, Every touch conveies a firce spirit through my blood I shall betray my suffering, and through my eyes Let out my heart, Philoclea sit Wilt please you rest your selfe? Dwell heere for ever I am now but one degree from heaven, Since you imagine you are so neere, it is no sin I hope to entreate you staie with us a little, I would Wish tho to make you blest with too hastie a remove▪ You are all goodnes, oh that I durst but give Some liberty to my imprisoned thoughts Philoclea you hinder the faire stranger. Pardon me that am her trouble rather She should want vertue to call you so, but they begin Dametas is the steward for this dayes mirth I see. And meanes to bring in the first course. Cupid is blind some say but there are lyes Abroad, for Cupid never wanted eyes He is a Deity with bow and arrow And he can pirce with it the very marrow And never hurt the bones, ist not a wonder. That flaming Ice should cut mans heart in sunder, Behold the Dandiprat that liv'dat Court. But is come hether to make country sport A wooddy god; but yet a very Coult Among the maids who feele his furious boult. Now Cupid speake thy selfe or while they play Sing if you please I ha'not more to say. Cupid. Tell me tydings of my mother. Shepheards, and be Cupids brother Downe from heaven we came together With swanns speede came she not hither? But what Lady have I spyde. Iust so was my mother eyde Such her smiles wherein I dwelt In those lips have I been felt Those the pillowes of her brest Which gave Cupid so much rest. 'Tis she 'tis she make holyday Shepheards Carroll Dance and play 'Tis Venus it can be no other Cupid now has found his mother