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 0.83 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Here take your son. Sir boy where have you been? always taken, first by Sapho, now by Diana, how happeneth it you unhappy elf? Coming through Diana's woods, and seeing so many fair faces with fond hearts, I thought for my sport to make them smart, and so was taken by Diana. I am glad I have you. And I am glad I am rid of him. Alas poor boy, thy Wings clipped? thy brands quenched? thy Bow burnt? and thy Arrows broke? ay but it skilleth not, I bear now mine Arrows in mine eyes, my Wings on my thoughts, my brands in mine ears, my bow in my mouth, so as I can wound with looking, fly with thinking, burn with hearing, shoot with speaking. Well you shall up to heaven with me, for on earth thou wilt lose me. But soft, what be these? Those that have offended thee to save their daughters. Why, had you a fair daughter? ay, and Melebeus a fair daughter. Where be they? In yonder Woods, and methinks I see them coming. Well, your deserts have not gotten pardon, but these Goddesses jars. This is my Daughter, my sweet Phillida. And this is my fair Galathea. Unfortunate Galathea if this be Phillida. Accursed Phillida if that be Galathea. And wast thou all this while enamoured of Phillida, that sweet Phillida? And couldst thou dote upon the face of a Maiden, thyself being one, on the face of fair Galathea? Do you both being Maidens love one another? I had thought the habit agreeable with the Sex, and so burned in the fire of mine own fancies. I had thought that in the attire of a boy, there could not have lodged the body of a Virgin, & so was inflamed with a sweet desire, which now I find a sour deceit. Now things falling out as they do, you must leave these fond fond affections, nature will have it so, necessity must. I will never love any but Phillida, her love is engraven in my heart, with her eyes. Nor I any but Galathea, whose faith is imprinted in my thoughts by her words. An idle choice, strange, and foolish, for one Virgin to dote on another, and to imagine a constant faith, where there can be no cause of affection. how like you this Venus? I like well and allow it, they shall both be possessed of their wishes, for never shall it be said that Nature or Fortune shall overthrow Love, and Faith. Is your loves unspotted, begun with truth, continued with constancy, and not to be altered till death? Die Galathea if thy love be not so. Accursed be thou Phillida if thy love be not so. Suppose all this Venus, what then? Then shall it be seen, that I can turn one of them to be a man, and that I will. Is it possible?
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Length
487 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (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)
Heere take your sonne. Syr boy where haue you beene? alwaies taken, first by Sapho, nowe by Diana, howe hapneth it you vnhappie Elphe? Comming through Dianaes woodes, and seeing so manie fayre faces with fonde hearts, I thought for my sport to make them smart, and so was taken by Diana. I am glad I haue you. And I am gladde I am ridde of him. Alas poore boy, thy VVinges clypt? thy brandes quencht? thy Bowe burnt? and thy Arrowes broke? I but it skilleth not, I beare nowe myne Arrowes in mine eyes, my Winges on my thoughts, my brandes in myne eares, my bowe in my mouth, so as I can wounde with looking, flye with thinking, burne with hearing, shoote with speaking. VVell you shall vp to heauen with mee, for on earth thou wilt lose me. But soft, what be these? Those that haue offended thee to saue their daughters. VVhy, had you a faire daughter? I, and Melebeus a faire daughter. Where be they? In yonder Woods, and mee thinkes I see them comming. Well, your deserts haue not gotten pardon, but these Goddesses iarres. Thys is my Daughter, my sweete Phillida. And this is my faire Gallathea. Vnfortunate Gallathea if this be Phillida. Accursed Phillida if that be Gallathea. And wast thou all thys while enamoured of Phillida, that sweete Phillida? And couldest thou doate vpon the face of a Maiden, thy selfe beeing one, on the face of fayre Gallathea? Doe you both beeing Maidens loue one another? I had thought the habite agreeable with the Sexe, and so burned in the fire of mine owne fancies. I had thought that in the attyre of a boy, there could not haue lodged the body of a Virgine, & so was inflamed with a sweete desire, which now I find a sower deceit. Nowe things falling out as they doe, you must leaue these fond fond affections, nature will haue it so, necessitie must. I will neuer loue any but Phillida, her loue is engrauen in my hart, with her eyes. Nor I any but Gallathea, whose faith is imprinted in my thoughts by her words. An idle choyce, strange, and foolish, for one Virgine to doate on another, and to imagine a constant faith, where there can be no cause of affection. Howe like you this Venus? I like well and allowe it, they shall both be possessed of their wishes, for neuer shall it be said that Nature or Fortune shall ouer-throwe Loue, and Fayth. Is your loues vnspotted, begunne with trueth, continued wyth constancie, and not to bee altered tyll death? Die Gallathea if thy loue be not so. Accursed bee thou Phillida if thy loue be not so. Suppose all this Venus, what then? Then shall it be seene, that I can turne one of them to be a man, and that I will. Is it possible?