Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1585 [1583-1585] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) (?) · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.63 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I confess that I am in love, and yet swear that I know not what it is. I feel my thoughts unknit, mine eyes unstaid, my heart I know not how affected, or infected, my sleeps broken and full of dreams, my wakeness sad and full of sighs, myself in all things unlike myself. If this be love, I would it had never been devised. Thou hast told what I am in uttering what thyself is: these are my passions Eurota my unbridled passions, my intolerable passions, which I were as good acknowledge and crave counsel, as to deny and endure peril. How did it take you first Telusa? By the eyes, my wanton eyes which conceived the picture of his face, and hanged it on the very strings of my heart. O fair Melebeus, o fond Telusa, but how did it take you Eurota? By the ears, whose sweet words sunk so deep into my head, that the remembrance of his wit, hath bereaved me of my wisdom, o eloquent Tityrus, o credulous Eurota. But soft here cometh Ramia, but let her not hear us talk, we will withdraw ourselves, and hear her talk. I am sent to seek others that have lost myself. You shall see Ramia hath also bitten on a love leaf. Can there be no heart so chaste, but love can wound? nor vows so holy but affection can violate. Vain art thou virtue, & thou chastity but a by word, when you both are subject to love, of all things the most abject. If Love be a God, why should not lovers be virtuous? Love is a God, and Lovers are virtuous. Indeed Ramia, if Lovers were not virtuous, then wert thou vicious. What are you come so near me? I think we came near you when we said you loved. Tush Ramia, 'tis too late to recall it, to repent it a shame: therefore I pray thee tell what is love? If myself felt only this infection, I would then take upon me the definition, but being incident to so many, I dare not myself describe it, but we will all talk of that in the Woods. Diana stormeth that sending one to seek another, she loseth all. Servia of all the nymphs the coyest, loveth deadly, and exclaimeth claimeth against Diana, honoureth Venus, detesteth Vesta, and maketh a common scorn of virtue. Clymene, whose stately looks seemed to amaze the greatest Lords, stoopeth, yieldeth, and fawneth on the strange boy in the Woods. myself (with blushing I speak it) am thrall to that boy, that fair boy, that beautiful boy. What have we here, all in love? no other food than fancy; no no, she shall not have the fair boy. Nor you Telusa. Nor you Eurota. I love Melebeus, and my deserts shallbe answerable to my desires. I will forsake Diana for him. I will die for him.
nodes 178–194 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 27 in this edition
Length
487 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.634 (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)
I confesse that I am in loue, and yet sweare that I know not what it is. I feele my thoughts vnknit, mine eyes vnstaied, my hart I know not how affected, or infected, my sleepes broken and full of dreames, my wakenesse sad and full of sighes, my selfe in all thinges vnlike my selfe. If this be loue, I woulde it had neuer beene deuised. Thou hast told what I am in vttering what thy selfe is: these are my passions Eurota my vnbridled passions, my intollerable passions, which I were as good acknowledge and craue counsell, as to denie and endure perill. How did it take you first Telusa? By the eyes, my wanton eyes which conceiued the picture of his face, and hangd it on the verie strings of my hart. O faire Melebeus, ô fonde Telusa, but how did it take you Eurota? By the eares, whose sweete words suncke so deepe into my head, that the remembrance of his wit, hath bereaued mee of my wisedome, ô eloquent Tyterus, ô credulous Eurota. But soft heere commeth Ramia, but let her not heare vs talke, wee will withdrawe our selues, and heare her talke. I am sent to seeke others that haue lost my selfe. You shall see Ramia hath also bitten on a loue leafe. Can there be no hart so chast, but loue can wound? nor vowes so holie but affection can violate. Vaine art thou vertue, & thou chastity but a by word, when you both are subiect to loue, of all thinges the most abiect. If Loue be a God, why should not louers be vertuous? Loue is a God, and Louers are vertuous. Indeede Ramia, if Louers were not vertuous, then wert thou vicious. What are you come so neere me? I thinke we came neere you when wee saide you loued. Tush Ramia, tis too late to recall it, to repent it a shame: therfore I pray thee tell what is loue? If my selfe felt onelie this infection, I would then take vpon me the definition, but beeing incident to so manie, I dare not my selfe describe it, but we will all talke of that in the Woodes. Diana stormeth that sending one to seeke another, shee looseth all. Seruia of all the Nimphes the coyest, loueth deadly, and exclaimeth claimeth against Diana, honoureth Venus, detesteth Vesta, and maketh a common scorne of vertue. Clymene, whose statelie lookes seemed to amaze the greatest Lordes, stoopeth, yeeldeth, and fauneth on the strange boy in the Woods. My selfe (with blushing I speak it) am thrall to that boy, that faire boy, that beautifull boy. What haue wee heere, all in loue? no other foode then fancie; no no, she shall not haue the fayre boy. Nor you Telusa. Nor you Eurota. I loue Melebeus, and my deserts shalbe aunswerable to my desires. I will forsake Diana for him. I will die for him.