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 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
O gentle love, ungentle for thy deed, Thou makest my heart A bloody mark With piercing shot to bleed. Shoot soft sweet love, for fear thou shoot amiss, For fear too keen. Thy arrows been, And hit the heart, where my beloved is. To fair that fortune were, nor never I shallbe so blessed Among the rest That love shall cease on her by sympathy. Then since with love my prayers bear no boot, This doth remain To cease my pain, I take the wound, and die at Venus' foot. Poor Colin woeful man, thy life forespoke by love, What uncouth fit, what malady is this, that thou dost prove. Or love is void of physic clean, or loves our common wrack, That gives us bane to bring us low, and let us medicine lack. That ever love had reverence 'mong silly shepherd swains, Belike that humour hurts them most that most might be their pains. Hobin, it is some other god that cherisheth her sheep, For sure this love doth nothing else but make our herdsmen weep. And what a hap is this I pray, when all our woods rejoice, For Colin thus to be denied his young and lovely choice. She height in deed so fresh and fair that well it is for thee, Colin and kind hath been thy friend, that Cupid could not see. And whether wends you thriveless swain, like to the stricken deer, Seeks he Dictamum for his wound within our forest here. He wends to greet the Queen of love, that in these woods doth won, With mirthless lays to make complaint to Venus of her son. A Colin thou art all deceived, she dallies with the boy, And winks at all his wanton pranks, and thinks thy love a toy. Then leave him to his luckless love, let him abide his fate, The sore is rankled all to far, our comfort comes to late. Though Thestilis the Scorpion be that breaks his sweet assault, Yet will Rhamnusia vengeance take, on her disdainful fault. Lo yonder comes the lovely Nymph, that in these Ida vales, Plays with Amintas lusty boy, and coys him in the dales. Thenot, methinks her cheer is changed, her mirthful looks are laid, She frolics not: pray god the lad have not beguiled the maid. Beguiled, disdained, and out of love: live long thou Poplar-tree, And let thy letters grow in length, to witness this with me. A Venus, but for reverence, unto thy sacred name, To steal a silly maidens love, I might account it blame. And if the tales be true I hear, and blush for to receit, Thou dost me wrong to leave the plains, and dally out of sight. False Paris, this was not thy vow, when thou and I were one, To range & change old love for new: but now those days be gone. But I will find the goddess out, that she thy vow may read, And fill these woods with my laments, for thy unhappy deed.
nodes 537–588 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 21 in this edition
Length
505 words · 667 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)
O gentle loue, vngentle for thy deede, Thou makest my harte A bloodie marke VVith pearcyng shot to bleede. Shoote softe sweete loue, for feare thou shoote amysse, For feare too keene. Thy arrowes beene, And hit the harte, where my beloued is. To faire that fortune were, nor neuer I Shalbe so blest Among the rest That loue shall ceaze on her by simpathye. Then since with loue my prayers beare no boot, This doth remayne To cease my payne, I take the wounde, and dye at Venus foote. Poore Colin wofull man, thy life forespoke by loue, What vncouth fit, what maladie is this, that thou dost proue. Or loue is voide of phisicke cleane, or loues our common wracke, That giues vs bane to bring vs lowe, and let vs medicine lacke. That euer loue had reuerence 'mong sillie sheepeheed swaines, Beike that humor hurtes thē most that most might be their paines. Hobin, it is some other god that cheeisheth her sheepe, For sue thi loue doth nothing else but make our herdmen weepe. And what a hap is this I praye, when all our woods reioyce, For Colin thus to be denyed his yong and louely choice. She hight in deede so fresh and faire that well it is for thee, Colin and kinde hath bene thy friende, that Cupid coulde not see. And whether wendes you thriueles swaine, like to the striken deere, Seekes he Dictamum for his wounde within our forrest here. He wendes to greete the Queene of loue, that in these woods doth wonne, With mirthles layes to make complaint to Venus of her sonne. A Colin thou art all deceiued, shee dallye with the boy, And winckes at all his wanton prankes, and thinkes thy loue a toy. Then leaue him to his luckles loue, let him abide his fate, The ore is ranckled ll to fare, our comforte coms to late. Though Thestilis the Scorpion be that breakes his sweete assault, Yet will Rhamnusia vengeance take, on her disdainefull fault. Lo yonder coes the louely Nymphe, that in these Ida vales, Playes with Amintas lustie boe, and coyes him in the dales. The ot, me thinks her cheere is chāged, her mirthfull lookes are layd, She frolicks not: pray god the lad haue not beguide the mayde. Beguilde, disdayned, and out of loue: liue longe thou Poplar-tree, And let thy letters growe in length, to witnes this with mee. A Venus, but for reuerence, vnto thy sacred name, To steale a sylly maydens loue, I might account it blame. And if the tales be true I heare, and blushe for to receite, Thou dost me wrong to leaue the playnes, and dally out of sight. False Paris, this was not thy vow, when thou and I were one, To raung & chaung old loue for new: but now those dayes be gone. But I will finde the goddesse out, that shee thy vow may reade, And fill these woods with my lamentes, for thy vnhappy deede.