Lyly, John · published 1584 · first performed or written c.1583 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I warrant you: for I never credit men's words. Yet be wary, for women are scorched sometimes with men's eyes, though they had rather consume than confess. Cease your talking: for I would feign sleep, to see if I can dream, whether the bird hath feathers, or the aunt's wings. Draw the curtain. Come Cupid, Vulcan's flames must quench Venus' fires. Vulcan? Who? Venus. Ho, ho, Venus. Come sweet Vulcan, thou knowest how sweet thou hast found Venus, who being, of all the goddesses the most fair, hath chosen thee of all the Gods the most foul, thou must needs then confess I was most loving. inquire not the cause of my suit by questions: but prevent the effects by courtesy. Make me six arrow heads: it is given thee of the Gods by permission to frame them to any purpose, I shall request them by prayer. Why lourest thou Vulcan? wilt thou have a kiss: hold up thy head. Venus hath young thoughts, and fresh affections. Roots have strings, when boughs have no leaves. But harken in thine ear Vulcan: how sayest thou? Vulcan is a God with you, when you are disposed to flatter. A right woman, whose tongue is like a bee's sting, which pricketh deepest, when it is fullest of honey. Because you have made mine eyes drunk with fair looks, you will set mine ears on edge with sweet words. You were wont to say that the beating of hammers made your head ache, and the smoke of the forge your eyes water, and every coal was a block in your way. You weep rose water, when you ask, and spit vinegar, when you have obtained. What would you now, with new arrows? belike Mars hath a tougher skin one his heart, or Cupid a weaker arm, or Venus a better courage. Well Venus, there is never a smile in your face but hath made a wrinkle in my forehead. Ganymedes must fill your cup, and you will pledge none but Iupiter. But I will not chide Venus: Come Cyclops, my wife must have her will let us do that in earth, which the Gods cannot undo in heaven. Gramercy sweet Vulcan: to your work. Here Venus, I have finished these arrows by art, bestow them you by wit: for as great advise must he use that hath them, as he cunning that made them. Vulcan, now you have done with your forge, let us alone with the fancy: you are as the Fletcher, not the Archer, to meddle with the arrow, not the aim. I thought so: when I have done working, you have done wooing. Where is now sweet Vulcan? Well, I can say no more, but this which is enough, and as much as any can say: Venus is a woman. Be not angry Vulcan, I will love thee again, when I have either business, or nothing else to do.
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I warrant you: for I neuer credit mennes words. Yet be warie▪ for women are scorched somtimes with mens eies, though they had rather consume then confesse. Cease your talking: for I would faine sleepe, to see if I can dreame, whether the birde hath feathers, or the Antes winges. Draw the curteine. Come Cupid, Vulcans flames must quench Venus fires. Vulcan? Who? Venus. Ho, ho, Venus. Come sweete Vulcan, thou knowest how sweete thou hast found Venus, who being, of all the gooddesses the most faire, hath chosen thee of all the Gods the most foule, thou must needes then confesse I was most louing. Enquire not the cause of my suite by questions: but preuent the effects by curtifie. Make me six arrowe heads: it is giuen thee of the Gods by permission to frame them to any purpose, I shall request them by praier. Why lowrest thou Vulcan? wilt thou haue a kisse: holde vppe thy head. Venus hath young thoughtes, and fresh affections. Rootes haue stringes, when boughs haue no leaues. But hearken in thine eare Vulcan: how saiest thou? Vulcan is a God with you, when you are disposed to flatter. A right womanne, whose tongue is lyke a Bees stinge, which pricketh deepest, when it is fullest of honnye. Because you haue made mine eies dronk with fayre lookes, you wil set mine eares on edge with sweete words. You were woont to say that the beating of hammers made your head ake, and the smoake of the forge your eies water, and euery coale was a blocke in your way. You weepe rose water, when you aske, and spitte vineger, when you haue obteined. What would you now, with new arrowes? belike Mars hath a tougher skin one his heart, or Cupid a weaker arme, or Venus a better courage. VVell Venus, there is neuer a smile in your face but hath made a wrinkle in my forehead. Ganymedes must fill your cuppe▪ and you wil pledge none but Iupiter. But I wil not chide Venus: Come Cyclops, my wife must haue her will let vs doe that in earth, which the Gods cannot vndoe in heauen. Gramercie sweete Vulcan: to your worke. Heere Venus, I haue finished these arrowes by arte, bestowe them you by witte: for as great aduise must he vse that hath them, as hee cunning that made them. Vulcan, nowe you haue done with your forge, lette vs alone with the fancye: you are as the Fletcher, not the Archer, to meddle with the arrowe, not the aime. I thought so: when I haue done working, you haue done woowing. Where is now sweete Vulcan? Wel, I can say no more, but this which is enoughe, and as much as any can say: Venus is a woman. Bee not angrye Vulcan, I will loue thee agayne, when I haue eyther businesse, or nothing els to doe.