Peele, George · published 1584 · first performed or written 1581 [c.1581-1584] (Annals) pastoral · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.80 · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Come shepherd, come, sweet shepherd look on me, These been to hot alarums these for thee: But if thou wilt give me the golden ball, Cupid my boy shall hate to play withal, That whensoe'er this apple he shall see, The god of love himself shall think on thee, And bid thee look and choose, and he will wound, Whereso thy fancies object shallbe found, And lightly when he shoots he doth not miss: And I will give the many lovely kiss, And come and play with thee on Ida here, And if thou wilt a face that hath no peer, A gallant girl, a lusty minion trull, That can give sport to thee thy bellyful, To ravish all thy beating veins with joy, Here is a lass of Venus' court, my boy, Here gentle shepherd, here's for thee a piece, The fairest face, the flower of gallant Greece. SI Diana nel cielo è una stella Chiara, è lucente piena di splendore Che porge luc' all' affanato cuore: Si Diana, nel ferno è una dea, Che deconforto all' anime dannate, Che per amor son morte desperate: Si Diana ch' in 〈◊〉 è delle nymph Reina, imperative di dolce fiori Tra bosch'e Selve da morte a pastori. Io son un Diana dolce e rara Chle con Le guardi Io posso far guerra A Dian' infern' in cielo, et in terra. Most heavenly dames, was never man as I Poor shepherd swain, so happy and unhappy: The least of these delights, that you devise. Able to wrap and dazzle humane eyes. But since my silence may not pardoned be, And I appoint which is the fairest she, Pardon, most sacred dames, sith one not all, By Paris doom must have this golden ball. Thy beauty, stately Juno, dame divine, That like to Phoebus golden beams doth shine, Approves itself to be most excellent, But that fair face that doth me most content, Sith fair, fair dames, is neither she nor she, But she whom I shall fairest deem to be. That face is hers that height the Queen of Love, Whose sweetness doth both gods and creators move. And if the fairest face deserve the ball, Fair Venus, Ladies, bears it from ye all. And in this ball doth Venus more delight, Then in her lovely boy fair Cupid's sight. Come shepherd come, sweet Venus is thy friend, No matter how thou other gods offend. But he shall rue, and ban the dismal day wherein his Venus bore the ball away: And heaven and earth just witnesses shall be, I will revenge it on his progeny. well Iuno, whether we be lief or loath, Venus hath got the apple from us both.
nodes 479–536 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 21 in this edition
Length
450 words · 617 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (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)
Come sheepeherde, come, sweete sheepeherde looke on me, These bene to hoat alarams these for thee: But if thou wilt giue mee the golden ball, Cupide my boy shall hate to playe withall, That when so ere this apple he shall see, The god of loue himselfe shall thinke on the, And bid thee looke and chuse, and he will wounde, Whereso thy fancyes obiect shalbe founde, And lightlie when he shootes he doth not misse: And I will giue the many louelie kysse, And come and play with thee on Ida here, And if thou wilt a face that hath no peere, A gallant girle, a lustie minion trull, That can giue sporte to thee thy bellyfull, To rauish all thy beating vaines with ioye, Here is a lasse of Venus court, my boy, Here gentle sheepeherde, heres for thee a peece, The fayrest face, the flower of gallant Greece. SI Diana nel cielo è vna stella Chiara, è lucente piena di splendore Che porge luc' all' affanato cuore: Si Diana, nel ferno è vna dea, Che deconforto all' anime dannate, Che per amor son morte desperate: Si Diana ch' in è delle nimphe Rina, imperatiue d dol fori Tra boc'e Selue da morte a pastori. Io son vn Diana dolce e rara Chle con Le guardi Io posso far guerra A Dian' infern' in ciel, et in terra▪ Most heauenly dames, was never man as I Poore shepherde swaine, so happy and vnhappy: The least of these delights, that you deuyse. Able to wrape and dazle humaine eyes. But since my silence may not pardoned bee, And I appoint which is the fayrest shee, Pardon, most sacred dames, sythe one not all, By Paris doome must haue this golden ball. Thy beautye, stately Iun, dame deuine, That lyke to Phoebus golden beames doth shine, Approues it selfe to bee most excellent, But that fayre face that dothe me most content, Sythe fayre, fairedmes, is neyther shee nor shee, But shee whome I shall fairest deeme to bee. That face is hers that hight the Queene of Loue, Whose sweetenes dothe bothe gods and creatours moue. And if the fayrest face deserue the ball, Fayre Venus, Ladyes, beares it from yee all. And in this ball dothe Venus more delight, Then in her louely boy faire Cupids sighte. Come shepherd comme, weete Venus is thy frend, No matter how thow other gods offend. Bt he shall rue, and ban the dismal day wherein his Venus bare the ball away: And heauen and earth iust wittnesses shall bee, I will reuenge it on his progenye. well Iuno, whether wee bee leys or lothe, Venus hathe got the aple from vs bothe.