Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals) romance unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Mistress, 'tis to late; see Cnemon there returned in all his robes. My young Hippolytus, and my dear Theseus, Welcome, O welcome to me. Heavens defend me From this lewd Phaedra— Mother what d'ee mean To burn me thus with kisses? Burden thee With blisses too I can, my pretty boy, If thou wilt love thy mother. In what nature Require you that? if as it ought to be, That children love their Parents, I agree. As Venus with Anchises sported once In Ida grove, so let me sport with thee; Dost understand me now? You are too bold, Too impudent. Nay, prithee do not frown, This night I must enjoy thee, and thou me, Thy father's absence doth invite us to it; I will maintain thee like a PRINCE's son, Glittering in gold, and our sweet furtive sports Keep from the sun and knowledge of the gods, No one shall know it. Hence incestuous woman, Thinkest thou to make me wrong my father's bed, And to commit an act so foul as incest? Tempt me no more; by heaven, by earth and all Th'immortal gods, I'll die a thousand deaths Ere think a thought on't, much less yield unto it, Your damned wit, nor quaint enticing words Shall not prevail, my hate exceeds my love. Am I despised thus, and my hot love Requited with disdain, as cold as ice, By such a youngling? he shall know the difference Between a woman's favours and her frowns, And curse too late his foolish modesty: Go Thisbe to the Castle, tell my husband I am not well, entreat him to come to me With all the speed he can. I shall sweet Mistress.— What raging fires still burn me? how I am Divided in myself 'tween love and hate, two mighty passions combatting together? Love would prevail, if reason might be judge, But love is too unreasonably harsh: Hate therefore execute thy proper function, Inflame my breast with rage and high disdain Against this brat that gave me the repulse, Inspire my study in his Tragedy. How fares my sweet heart, that she keeps her bed? Dear husband, very sick and in ill case. The gods forbid, that sound doth strike me dead; What ails my dearest wife? tell me the cause Of this your sudden sickness. Nothing Sir, I know no cause at all. Come, come, you must not Conceal your grief, but lay it ope unto me, I do beseech my love. Since you are so Importunate to know it, understand The goodly young man, son unto us both (To you by nature, but to me by love) Whom I (the gods know) held as dear unto me As you, when he perceived by certain tokens I was with child by you (which thing I kept Hid from your knowledge till I knew myself
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Miſtreſſe, tis to late; ſee Cnemon there return'd in all his robes. My young Hippolitus, and my deare Theſeus, Welcome, O welcome to me. Heavens defend me From this lewd Phaedra— Mother what dee meane To burne me thus with kiſſes? Burthen thee With bliſſes too I can, my pretty boy, If thou wilt love thy mother. In what nature Require you that? if as it ought to be, That children love their Parents, I agree. As Ʋenus with Anchiſes ſported once In Ida grove, ſo let mee ſport with thee; Doſt underſtand me now? You are too bold, Too impudent. Nay, prethee doe not frowne, This night I muſt enjoy thee, and thou me, Thy fathers abſence doth invite us to it; I will maintaine thee like a Princes ſonne, Glittering in gold, and our ſweet furtive ſports Keepe from the ſunne and knowledge of the gods, No one ſhall know it. Hence inceſtuous woman, Think'ſt thou to make me wrong my fathers bed, And to commit an act ſo foule as inceſt? Tempt me no more; by heaven, by earth and all Th'immortall gods, I'le die a thouſand deaths Ere thinke a thought on't, much leſſe yeeld unto it, Your damned wit, nor quaint inticing words Shall not prevaile, my hate exceeds my love. Am I deſpiſed thus, and my hot love Requited with diſdaine, as cold as ice, By ſuch a youngling? he ſhall know the difference Betweene a womans favours and her frownes, And curſe too late his fooliſh modeſty: Goe Thisbe to the Caſtle, tell my husband I am not well, intreat him to come to me With all the ſpeed he can. I ſhall ſweet Miſtreſſe.— What raging fires ſtill burne me? how I am Divided in my ſelfe tweene love and hate, two mighty paſſions combatting together? Love would prevaile, if reaſon might be judge, But love is too unreaſonably harſh: Hate therefore execute thy proper function, Enflame my breaſt with rage and high diſdaine Againſt this brat that gave me the repulſe, Inſpire my ſtudy in his Tragedie. How fares my ſweet heart, that ſhe keepes her bed? Deare husband, very ſicke and in ill caſe. The gods forbid, that ſound doth ſtrike me dead; What ailes my deareſt wife? tell me the cauſe Of this your ſudden ſickneſſe. Nothing Sir, I know no cauſe at all. Come, come, you muſt not Conceale your griefe, but lay it ope unto me, I doe beſeech my love. Since you are ſo Importunate to know it, underſtand The goodly young man, ſonne unto us both (To you by nature, but to me by love) Whom I (the gods know) held as deare unto me As you, when he perceiv'd by certaine tokens I was with child by you (which thing I kept Hid from your knowledge till I knew my ſelfe