Campaspe (Alexander, Campaspe, and Diogenes) · chunk 16 of 25
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 · 600 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I will cudgel your body for it, and then will I say it was nobody, because it was no honest body. Away in. Unfortunate Apelles, and therefore unfortunate, because Apelles. Hast thou by drawing her beauty brought to pass that thou canst scarce draw thine own breath? And by so much the more hast thou increased thy care, by how much the more thou hast showed thy cunning: was it not sufficient to behold the fire, and warm thee, but with Satyrus thou must kiss the fire and burn thee? O Campaspe, Campaspe, art must yield to nature, reason to appetite, wisdom to affection, Could Pygmalion entreat by prayer to have his ivory turned into flesh? and cannot Apelles obtain by plaints to have the picture of his love changed to life? Is painting so far inferior to carving? or dost thou Venus' more delight to be hewed with Chisels, then shadowed with colours? what Pygmalion, or what Pyrgoteles, or what Lysippus is he, that ever made thy face so fair, or spread thy fame so far as I? unless Venus, in this thou enviest mine art, that in colouring my sweet Campaspe, I have left no place by cunning to make thee so amiable. But alas, she is the paramour to a prince. Alexander the Monarch of the earth hath both her body and affection. For what is it that kings cannot obtain by prayers, threats and promises? Will not she think it better to sit under a cloth of estate like a queen, then in a poor shop like a housewife? and esteem it sweeter to be the concubine of the Lord of the world, than spouse to a painter in Athens? Yes, yes Apelles, thou mayst swim against the stream with the Crab, and feed against the wind with the dear, and peck against the steel with the Cockatrice: stars are to be looked at, not reached at. Princes to be yielded unto, not contended with, Campaspe to be honoured, not obtained, to be painted, not possessed of thee: O fair face, O unhappy hand, & why didst thou draw it so fair a face? O beautiful countenance, the express image of Venus, but somewhat fresher: the only pattern of that eternity which Iupiter dreaming of asleep, could not conceive again waking. Blush Venus, for I am ashamed to end thee. Now must I paint things unpossible for mine art, but agreeable with my affections: deep and hollow sighs, sad and melancholy thoughts, wounds and slaughters of conceits, a life posting to death, a death galloping from life, a wavering constancy, an unsettled resolution, and what not, Apelles? And what but Apelles? But as they that are shaken with a fever are to be warmed with clothes, not groans, and as he that melteth in a consumption is to be recured by Colices, not conceits: so the feeding canker of my care, the never dying worm of my heart, is to be killed by counsel, not cries, by applying of remedies, not by replying of reasons. And sith in cases desperate there must be used medicines that are extreme, I will hazard that little life that is left, to restore the greater part that is lost, and this shallbe my first practice: for wit must work, where authority is not. assoon as Alexander hath viewed this portraiture, I will by device give it a blemish, that by that means she may come again to my shop, and then as good it were to utter my love, and die with denial, as conceal it and live in despair.
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I wyll cogell your bodye for it, and then wyll I saye it was no bodye, because it was no honest body. Away in. Vnfortunate Apelles, and therefore vnfortunate, beecause Apelles. Haft thou by drawing her bewtie brought to passe, y• thou canst scarse draw thine own breath? And by so muche the more hast thou encreased thy care, by how much the more thou hast shewed thy cūning: was it not sufficient to behold the fire, and warme thee, but with Satyrus thou must kisse the fire and burne thee? O Campaspe, Campaspe, arte must yeelde to nature, reason to appetite, wisdom to affection, Could Pigmalion entreate by prayer to haue his Iuory turned into flesh? and cannot Apelles obtaine by plaints to haue the picture of his loue chaunged to life? Is painting so farre inferiour to caruing? or doest thou Venus more delight to be hewed with Chizels, then shadowed with colours? what Pigmadion, or what Pyrgoteles, or what Lysippus is hee, that euer made thy face so faire, or spread thy fame so farre as I? vnlesse Venus, in this thou enuiest mine arte, that in colouring my sweete Campaspe, I haue left no place by cunning to make thee so amiable. But alas, shee is the paramour to a prince. Alexander the Monarch of the arth hath both her body and affection. For what is it that kinges cannot obtaine by prayers, threates and promises? Will not she think it better to sit vnder a cloth of estate like a queene, thē in a poore shoppe like a huswife? and esteeme it sweeter to be the concubine of the Lord of the world, then spouse to a painter in Athens? Yes, yes Apelles, thou maist smimme against the streame with the Crab, and feede againste the winde with the deere, and pecke against the steele with the Cockatrice: starres are to be looked at, not reached at. Princes to be yelded vnto, not contended with, Campaspe to bee honoured, not obteined, to be painted, not possessed of thee: O fair face, O vnhappy hand, & why didst thou draw it so faire a face? O bewtifull countenaunce, the expresse image of Venus, but sōwhat fresher: the only pattern of that eternitie which Iupiter dreaming of asleep, could not cōceiue agayne waking. Blush Venus, for I am ashamed to end thee. Now must I paint things vnpossible for mine arte, but agreeable with my affections: deepe and hollowe sighes, sadde and melancholye thoughtes, woundes and slaughters of conceites, a life posting to death, a death galloping from life, a wauering constancie, an vnsetled resolution, and what not, Apelles? And what but Apelles? But as they that are shaken with a feuer are to bee warmed with clothes, not groanes, and as he that melteth in a consumptiō is to be recured by Colices, not conceits: so the feeding canker of my care, the neuer dying worm of my heart, is to be killed by counsel, not cries, by applying of remedies, not by replying of reasons. And sith in cases desperat there must be vsed medicines yt are extreame, I will hazard that litle life that is left, to restore the greater part that is lost, and this shalbe my first practise: for wit must worke, where authoritie is not. Assoone as Alexander hath viewed this portraiture, I will by deuise giue it a blemishe, that by that meanes shee maye come againe to my shop, and then as good it were to vtter my loue, and die with deniall, as conceale it and liue in despaire.