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 0.83 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
even wanton Cupid's dame. Why was thy love so lovely then? his beauty height his shame, The fairest shepherd one our green. is he a shepherd And sometime kept a bleating flock. enough, this is the man. Where wons he than? about these woods: far from the Poplar tree. What Poplar mean ye? witness of the vows betwixt him & me. And come and wend a little way and you shall see his skill. Sirs tarry you. nay let them go. nay not unless you will. Stay Nymph, and hark what I say of him thou blamest so, And credit me, I have a sad discourse to tell thee ere I go. Know then, my pretty mops, that I height Mercurie, The messenger of heaven, and hither fly To cease upon the man whom thou dost love, To summon him before my father Jove, To answer matter of great consequence, And Ioue himself will not be long from hence. Sweet Mercurie, and have poor Oenon's cries, For Paris fault, ypierced th'unpartial skies. The same is he, that jolly shepherd's swain. His flock do graze upon Aurora's plain, The colour of his coat is lusty green, That would these eyes of mine had never seen, His 'ticing curled hair, his front of ivory, Then had not I poor I been unhappy. No marvel wench, although we cannot find him, When all to late the queen of heaven doth mind him. But if thou wilt have physic for thy sore, Mind him who list, remember thou him no more: And find some other game, and get thee gone. For here will lusty suitors come anon, To hot and lusty for thy dying vain, Such as were monte to make their suits in vain. I will go sit and pine under the Poplar tree, And write my answer to his vow, that every eye may see. Shepherds, I am content, for this sweet shepherd's sake, A strange revenge upon the maid and her disdain to take. Let Colin's corpse be brought in place, and burned in the plain, And let this be the verse. The love whom Thestilis hath slain. And trust me I will chide my son for partiality, That gave the swain so deep a wound, and let her scape him by. Alas that ever love was blind, to shoot so far amiss. Cupid my son was more to blame, the fault not mine, but his. O madam, if yourself would deign the handling of the bow, Albeit it be a task, yourself more skill, more justice know. Sweet shepherd, didst thou ever love. Lady, a little once. And art thou changed. fair queen of love I loved not all at once. Well wanton, were thou wounded so deep as some have been, It were a cunning cure to heal and rueful to be seen. But tell me, gracious goddess, for a flaw and false offence, Hath Venus' or her son the power, at pleasure to dispense.
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496 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.831 (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)
euē wanton Cupids dame. Why was thy loue so louely then? his beautie hight his shame, The fairest sheepeherde one our greene. is he a shepherd thā. And sometime kept a bleating flock. enough, this is the man. Whre woons he thā? about these woods: far from the Poplar tree. What Poplar meane ye? witnes of the vowes betwixt him & me. And come and wend a little way and you shall see his skill. Sirs tarrie you. nay let them goe. nay not vnles you will. Stay Nymphe, and harke what I say of him thou blamest so, And credit me, I haue a sad discourse to tell thee ere I go. Know then, my pretie mop, that I hight Mercurie, The messenge of heauen, and hether flie To cease vpon the man whon thou dost loue, To summon him before my father Ioe, To answere matter of great consequence, And Ioue himselfe will not be longe from henc. Sweete Mercurie, and haue poore Oenons cryes, For Paris fault, peircest th'unpertiall skyes. The same is he, that iolly sheepeherdes swaine. His flocke do grae vpon Auroras plaine, The colour of his coate is lustie greene, That would these eyes of mine had neuer seene, His tycing curled ayre, his front of yvore, Then had not I poore I bin vnhappie. No maruell wench, although we cannot finde him, When all to late the queene of heauen doth minde him. But if thou wilt haue physicke for thy ore, Minde him who list, remember thou him no more: And find some other game, and get thee gon. For here will lustie suters come anon, To hoat and ustie for thy dyeing vaine, Such as were monte to make their sutes in vaine. I will goe sit and pyne vnder the Poplar tree, And write my answere to his vow, that euerie eie may see. Sheepeherdes, I am contente, for this sweete sheepeherdes sake, A straunge reuenge vpon the maide and her disdaine to take. Let Colins corps be brought in place, and burned in the plaine, And let this be the verse. The loue whom Thestilis hath slaine. And tust me I will chide my sone for parciallitie, That gaue the swane so deepe a wound, and let her scape him by. Alas that euer loue was blinde, to shoote so farre amie. Cupid my sonne was more to blame, the fault not mine, but his. O madam, if your selfe would daine the handling of the bowe, Albeit it be a taske, your selfe more skill, more iustice knowe. Sweete sheepeherde▪ didst thou euer loue. Lady, a little once. And art thou changed. faire queene of loue I loued not al attce. Well wanton, were thou wounded so deepe as some haue ben, It were a cunning cure to heale and rufull to be seene. But tell me, gracious goddesse, for a lae and fale offence, Hath Venus or er sonne the power, at pleasure to dispence.