The Royal Entertainment at Bisham Abbey · chunk 3 of 6
Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [Aug 21] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.76 · 434 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
This way cometh the queen of this island, the wonder of the world, and natures glory, leading affections in fetters, Virginities slaves: embracing mildness with Iustice, majesties twins. In whom nature hath imprinted beauty, not art painted it; in whom wit hath bread learning, but not without labour; labour brought forth wisdom, but not without wonder. By her it is (Pan) that all our Carttes that thou seest, are laden with corn, when in other countries they are filled with Harneys, that our horses are led with a whipp: theirs with a lance, that our Riuers flow with fish, theirs with blood: our cattle feed on pastures, they feed on pastures like cattle: One hand she stretcheth to Fraunce, to weaken Rebels; the other to Flaunders, to strengthen Religion; her heart to both Countries, her virtues to all. This is shee at whom envy hath shot all her arrows, and now for anger broken her bow, on whom God hath laid all his blessings, & we for ioy clap our hands, heedless treason goeth hedlesse; and close treachery restless: danger looketh pale to behold her majesty; & tyranny blusheth to hear of her mercy. Iupiter came into the house of poor Baucis, & she vouchsafeth to visit the bare farms of her subiects. We vpon our knees, will entreat her to come into the valley, that our houses may be blessed with her presence, whose hartes are filled with quietness by her government. To her wee wish as many yeares, as our fields haue ears of corn, both infinite: and to her enemies, as many troubles, as the Wood hath leaves, all intolerable. But whist, here shee is, run down Pan the hill in all hast, and though thou break thy neck to give our mother warning, it is no matter. No, give me leave to die with wondering, & trippe you to your mother. Here I yield all the flocks of these fields to your highnes: green be the grass where you tread: calm the water where you row: sweet the air, where you breath: long the life that you live, happy the people that you love: this is all I can wish. During your abode, no theft shal be in the woods: in the field no noise, in the valleys no spies, myself will keep all safe: that is all I can offer. And hear I break my pipe, which Apollo could never make me do; and follow that sound which follows you. Swel Ceres now for other Gods are shrinking, Pomona pineth, fruitless her three; Faire Phoebus shineth Onely on me.
nodes 21–27 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 6 in this edition
Length
434 words · 582 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (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)
This way commeth the Queene of this Iſlande, the wonder of the world, and natures glory, leading affections in fetters, Virginities ſlaues: embracing mildnes with Iuſtice, Maieſties twinns. In whom nature hath imprinted beauty, not art paynted it; in whome wit hath bred learning, but not without labour; labour brought forth wiſedome, but not without wonder. By her it is (Pan) that all our Carttes that thou ſeeſt, are laden vvith Corne, when in other countries they are filled vvith Harneys, that our horſes are ledde vvith a whipp: theirs vvith a Launce, that our Riuers flow with fiſh, theirs with bloode: our cattel feede on paſtures, they feede on paſtures like cattel: One hande ſhe ſtretcheth to Fraunce, to weaken Rebels; the other to Flaunders, to ſtrengthen Religion; her heart to both Countries, her vertues to all. This is ſhee at whom Enuie hath ſhott all her arrowes, and now for anger broke her bow, on whom God hath laide all his bleſſinges, & we for ioy clappe our hands, heedleſſe treaſon goeth hedleſſe; and cloſe trechery reſtleſſe: Daunger looketh pale to beholde her Maieſty; & tyranny bluſheth to heare of her mercy. Iupiter came into the houſe of poore Baucis, & ſhe vouchſafeth to viſite the bare Farmes of her ſubiects. We vpō our knees, wil entreat her to come into the valley, that our houſes may be bleſſed with her preſence, whoſe hartes are filled with quietnes by her gouernement. To her wee wiſh as many yeares, as our fieldes haue eares of corne, both infinite: and to her enemies, as many troubles, as the Wood hath leaues, all intollerable. But whiſt, here ſhee is, run downe Pan the hill in all haſt, and though thou breake thy necke to giue our mother warning, it is no matter. No, giue me leaue to die with wondring, & trippe you to your mother. Here I yeelde all the flockes of theſe fields to your highnes: greene be the graſſe where you treade: calme the water where you rowe: ſweete the aire, where you breathe: long the life that you liue, happy the people that you loue: this is all I can wiſh. During your abode, no theft ſhalbe in the woods: in the fielde no noiſe, in the vallies no ſpies, my ſelfe will keepe all ſafe: that is all I can offer. And heare I breake my pipe, which Apollo could neuer make me doe; and follow that ſounde which followes you. Swel Ceres now for other Gods are ſhrinking, Pomona pineth, Fruitleſſe her tree; Faire Phoebus ſhineth Onely on mee.