Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 464 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
And should my love, as erst did Hercules, Attempt the burning vaults of hell, I would with piteous looks, and pleasing words, As once did Orpheus with his harmony, And ravishing sound of his melodious Harp, Entreat grim Pluto, and of him obtain That thou mightst go, and safe return again. And should my love as erst Leander did, Attempt to swim the boiling Hellesspont For Heros love: no Towers of brass should hold, But I would follow thee through those raging floods, With locks dis-shevered, and my breast all bare, With bended knees upon Abidaes' shore, I would with smoky sighs and brinish tears, Importune Neptune and the warry gods, To send a guard of silver scaled Dolphins, With sounding Tritons to be our convoy, And to transport us safe unto the shore, Whilst I would hang about thy lovely neck, Redoubling kiss on kiss upon thy cheeks, And with our pastime still the swelling waves. Should Polidor as Aehilles did, Only employ himself to follow Arms, Like to the warlike Amazonian Queen, Pentheselea Hector's paramour, Who foiled the bloody Pyrrhus' murderous Greek, I'll thrust myself amongst the thickest throngs, And with my utmost force assist my love. Let Eole storm: be mild and quiet thou, Let Neptune swell, be Aurelius calm and pleased, I care not, I, betid what may betide, Let fates and fortune do the worst they can, I reck them not: they not discord with me, Whilst that my love and I do well agree. Sweet Phylema beauties mineral, From whence the sun exhales his glorious shine, And clad the heaven in thy reflected rays, And now my liefest love, the time draws nigh, That Hymen mounted in his saffron rob, Must with his torches wait upon thy train, As Helen's brothers on the horned moon. Now Iuno to thy number shall I add, The fairest bride that ever merchant had. Come fair Emelia, the priest is gone, And at the church your father and the rest Do stay to see our marriage rites performed, And knit in sight of heaven this Gordian knot, That teeth of fretting Time may ne'er untwist, Then come fair love and gratulate with me This days content and sweet solemnity. Sim, must they be married now? I my Lord. Look Sim, the fool is come again now. Sirrah, go fetch our horses forth, and bring Them to the back gate presently. I will sir I warrant you. Come Kate, the moon shines clear to night, me thinks. The moon? why husband you are deceived, It is the sun. Yet again, come back again, it shall be The moon ere we come at your fathers. Why i'll say as you say, it is the moon. Iesus, saveth glorious moon. Iesus, save the glorious moon.
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And ſhould my loue, as earſt did Hercules, Attempt the burning vaults of hell, I would with pitteous lookes, and pleaſing words, As once did Orpheus with his harmony, And rauiſhing ſound of his mellodious Harpe, Intreate grimme Pluto, and of him obtaine That thou might'ſt goe, and ſafe returne againe. And ſhould my loue as erſt Leander did, Attempt to ſwimme the boyling Hlliſpont For Heros loue: no Towers of braſſe ſhould hold, But I would follow thee through thoſe raging flouds, With lockes diſ-ſheuered, and my breaſt all bare, With bended knees vpon Abidaes ſhore, I would with ſmokie ſighs and briniſh teares, Importune Neptune and the warry gods, To ſend a guard of ſiluer ſcaled Dolphins, With ſounding Tritons to be our conuoy, And to tranſport vs ſafe vnto the ſhore, Whilſt I would hang about thy louely necke, Redoubling kiſſe on kiſſe vpon thy cheekes, And with our paſtime ſtill the ſwelling waues. Should Polidor as Aehilles did, Onely imploy himſelfe to follow Armes, Like to the warlike Amazonian Queene, Pentheſelea Hectors paramour, Who foild the bloudy Pirrhus murd'rous Greeke, Ile thruſt my ſelfe amongſt the thickeſt throngs, And with my vtmoſt force aſſiſt my loue. Let Eole ſtorme: be mild and quiet thou, Let Neptune ſwel, be Aurelius calme and pleaſed, I care not, I, betide what may betide, Let fates and fortune do the worſt they can, I recke them not: they not diſcord with me, Whileſt that my loue and I do well agree. Sweet Phylema bewties minerall, From whence the ſun exhales his glorious ſhine, And clad the heauen in thy reflected raies, And now my liefeſt loue, the time drawes nie, That Himen mounted in his ſaffron robe, Muſt with his torches waite vpon thy traine, As Hellens brothers on the horned moone. Now Iuno to thy number ſhal I adde, The faireſt bride that euer marchant had. Come faire Emelia, the prieſt is gon, And at the church your father and the reſt Do ſtay to ſee our marriage rites perform'd, And knit in ſight of heauen this Gordian knot, That teeth of fretting Time may ne'r vntwiſt, Then come faire loue and gratulate with me This daies content and ſweet ſolemnity. Sim, muſt they be married now? I my Lord. Looke Sim, the foole is come againe now. Sirha, go fetch our horſes forth, and bring Them to the backe gate preſently. I will ſir I warrant you. Come Kate, the moone ſhines cleere to night, me thinkes. The moone? why husband you are deceiu'd, It is the ſun. Yet againe, come backe againe, it ſhal be The moone ere we come at your fathers. Why ile ſay as you ſay, it is the moone. Ieſus, ſaueth glorious moone. Ieſus, ſaue the glorious moone.