Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 13 of 29
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick · published 1591 · first performed or written 1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.83 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Right mighty is thy power, O cruel Love, High Ioue himself cannot resist thy bow, Thou sentest him down, even from the heavens above, In sundry shapes here to the earth below, Then how shall mortal men escape thy dart? The fervent flame, and burning of thy fire? Since that thy might is such, and since thou art, Both of the seas and land the Lord and sire. But why doth he that sprung from Ioues high head? And Phoebus sister sheen, despise thy power? Ne fears thy bow? why have they always led A maiden life, and kept untouched the flower? Why doth Aegistus love? and to obtain His wicked will, conspires his uncles death, Or why doth Phaedra burn? for whom is slain Theseus chaste son? or Helen false of faith? " For Love assaults not but the idle heart, And such as live in pleasure and delight, " He turneth oft their gladsome joys to smart, Their play to plaint, their sport into despite, 'tis true that Dian chaseth with her bow, The flying Hart, the Goat and foamy Boar, By hill, by dale, in heat, in frost, in snow, She recketh not, but laboureth evermore. Love seeks not her, ne knoweth where her to find, Whilst Paris kept his herd on Ida down Cupid near sought him out, for he is blind. But when he left the field to live in town, He fell into his snare, and brought that brand From Greece to Troy, which after set on fire Strong Ilium, and all the Phryges' land: " Such are the fruits of love, such is his hire. Who yieldeth unto him his captive heart, Ere he resist, and holds his open breast Withouten war to take his bloody dart, Let him not think to shake off when him list His heavy yoke." Resist his first assault, Weak is his bow, his quenched brand is cold, " Cupid is but a child, and cannot daunt The mind that bears him, or his virtues bold. But he gives poison so to drink in gold. And hideth under pleasant baits his hook, But ye beware, it will be hard to hold Your greedy minds, but if ye wisely look What sly snake lurks under those flowers gay, But ye mistrust some cloudy smokes, and fear A stormy shower after so fair a day. Ye may repent, and buy your pleasure dear, For seldom times is Cupid wont to send " Unto an idle love a joyful end. SIsters be gone, bequeath the rest to me, That yet belongs unto this tragedy. Vengeance and death from forth the deepest hell I bring the cursed house where Gismund dwells. Sent from the grisly god that holds his reign In Tartar's ugly Realm, where Pelops sire (Who with his own sons flesh whom he had slain Did feast the Gods) with famine hath his hire. To gape and catch at flying fruits in vain, And yielding waters to his gasping throat, Where stormy Aeoles son with endless pain
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick
Publication year (edition)
1591
First performance / composition (Annals)
1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591]
First performance (BritDrama)
1568 [Apr] [1566 or 1568-1569]
Theater
before the Court;
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
University/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 178 · TCP A15498 · DEEP 138
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 757–817 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 29 in this edition
Length
507 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.828 (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)
Right mightie is thy power, O cruell Loue, High Ioue himselfe cannot resist thy bow, Thou sent'st him down, euen frō the heauens aboue, In sundrie shapes here to the earth below, Then how shall mortall men escape thy dart? The feruent flame, and burning of thy fire? Since that thy might is such, and since thou art, Both of the seas and land the Lord and sire. But why doth he that sprung from Ioues high head? And Phoebus sister shene, despise thy power? Ne feares thy bow? why haue they alwaies led A maiden life, and kept vntoucht the flowre? Why doth Aegistus loue? and to obteine His wicked wil, conspires his vncles death, Or why doth Phaedra burne? for whom is slaine Theseus chast sonne? or Helen false of faith? "For Loue assauts not but the idle heart, "And such as liue in pleasure and delight, "He turneth oft their gladsome ioyes to smart, "Their play to plaint, their sport into despite, Tis true that Dian chaseth with her bow, The flying Hart, the Goat and fomie Bore, By hil, by dale, in heat, in frost, in snow, She recketh not, but laboureth euermore. Loue seeks not her, ne knoweth where her to finde, Whil'st Paris kept his heard on Ida downe Cupid nere sought him out, for he is blinde. But when he left the field to liue in towne, He fel into his snare, and brought that brand From Greece to Troy, which after set on fire Strong Ilium, and al the Phryges land: "Such are the fruites of loue, such is his hire. Who yeeldeth vnto him his captiue heart, Ere he resist, and holds his open breast Withouten war to take his bloudy dart, Let him not thinke to shake off when him list His heauy yoke. "Resist his first assault, "Weake is his bow, his quenched brand is cold, "Cupid is but a child, and cannot daunt "The minde that beares him, or his vertues bold. But he geues poyson so to drinke in golde. And hideth vnder pleasant baites his hooke, But ye beware, it wil be hard to hold Your greedy minds, but if ye wisely looke What slie snake lurkes vnder those flowers gay, But ye mistrust some clowdie smokes, and feare A stormy shower after so faire a day. Ye may repent, and buy your pleasure deare, For seldome times is Cupid wont to send "Vnto anidle loue a ioyful end. SIsters be gone, bequeath the rest to me, That yet belongs vnto this Tragaedie. Vengeance and death from foorth the deepest hell I bring the cursed house where Gismund dwels. Sent from the grislie god that holds his raigne In Tartars vglie Realm, where Pelops sire (Who with his own sonnes flesh whom he had slain Did feast the Gods) with famin hath his hire. To gape and catch at flying fruites iu vaine, And yeelding waters to his gasping throte, Where stormie Aeoles sonne with endlesse paine