Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I am glad Kate your stomach is come down, I know it well thou know'st it is the sun, But I did try to see if thou wouldst speak, And cross me now as thou hast done before, And trust me Kate hadst thou not named the moon, We had gone back again as sure as death. But soft, who's this that's coming here? Thus all alone from Cestus am I come, And left my princely court and noble train, To come to Athens, and in this disguise, To see what course my son Aurelius takes. But stay, here's some it may be travels thither, Good sir can you direct me the way to Athens? Fair lovely maid, young and affable, More clear of hue and far more beautiful Than precious Sardonix or purple rocks, Of Amethysts or glistering Hiasinth, More amiable far than is the plain, Where glistering Cepherus in silver bowers, Gazeth upon the Giant Andromede, Sweet Kate entertain this lovely woman. I think the man is mad he calls me a woman. Fair lovely lady, bright and Crystalline, Beauteous and stately as the eye-trained bird, As glorious as the morning washed with dew, Within whose eyes she takes her dawning beams, And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks, Wrapped up thy radiations in some cloud, Lest that thy beauty make this stately town Inhabitable like the burning Zone, With sweet reflections of thy lovely face. What is she mad too? or is my shape transformed That both of them persuade me I am a woman, But they are mad sure, and therefore i'll be gone, And leave their companies for fear of harm, And unto Athens haste to seek my son. Why so, Kate, this was friendly done of thee, And kindly too▪ why thus must we two live, One mind, one heart, and one content for both, This good old man does think that we are mad, And glad is he I am sure, that he is gone, But come sweet Kate, for we will after him, And now persuade him to his shape again. Come lovely sons, your marriage rites Performed, Let's high us home to see what cheer we have, I wonder that Ferando and his wife Come not to see this great solemnity. No marvel of Ferando be away, His wife I think hath troubled so his wits, That he remains at home to keep them warm, For forward wedlock as the proverb says, Hath brought him to his nightcap long ago. But Polidor, let my son and you take heed, That Ferando say not ere long as much to you. And now Alfonso, more to show my love, If unto Cestus you do send your ships, Myself will fraught them with Arabian silks, Rich Afric spices, Arras counter points, Musk, Cassia, sweet smelling Ambergris, Pearl, curtol, Crystal, jet, and ivory, To gratulate the favours of my son, And friendly love that you have shown to him.
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I am glad Kate your ſtomacke is come downe, I know it well thou knowſt it is the ſun, But I did trie to ſee if thou wouldſt ſpeake, And croſſe me now as thou haſt done before, And truſt me Kate hadſt thou not namde the moone, We had gone backe againe as ſure as death. But ſoft, who's this thats comming here? Thus al alone from Ceſtus am I come, And left my princely court and nobl traine, To come to Athens, and in this diſguiſe, To ſee what courſe my ſon Aurelius takes. But ſtay, heres ſome it may be trauels thither, Good ſir can you direct me the way to Athens? Faire louely maide, yong and affable, More cleere of hew and far more beautifull Then pretious Sardonix or purple rockes, Of Amitheſts or gliſtering Hiaſinth, More amiable far then is the plain, Where gliſtering Cepherus in ſiluer boures, Gaſeth vpon the Giant Andromede, Sweet Kate entertaine this louely woman. I thinke the man is mad he cals me a woman. Faire louely lady, bright and Chriſtaline, Bewteous and ſtately as the eie-traind bird, As glorious as the morning waſht with dew, Within whoſe eies ſhe takes her dawning beames, And golden ſommer ſleepes vpon thy cheekes, Wrapt vp thy radiations in ſome cloud, Leſt that thy bewty make this ſtately towne Inhabitable like the burning Zone, With ſweet reflections of thy louely face. What is ſhe mad too? or is my ſhape transformd That both of them perſwade me I am a woman, But they are mad ſure, and therefore ile be gone, And leaue their companies for feare of harme, And vnto Athens haſte to ſeeke my ſon. Why ſo, Kate, this was friendly done of thee, And kindly too▪ why thus muſt we two liue, One minde, one heart, and one content for both, This good old man dos thinke that we are mad, And glad is he I am ſure, that he is gone, But come ſweet Kate, for we will after him, And now perſwade him to his ſhape againe. Come louely ſonnes, your marriage rites Performed, Lets hie vs home to ſee what cheere we haue, I wonder that Ferando and his wife Come not to ſee this great ſolemnity. No maruel of Ferando be away, His wife I thinke hath troubled ſo his wits, That he remaines at home to keepe them warme, For forward wedlocke as the prouerbe ſayes, Hath brought him to his nightcap long ago. But Polidor, let my ſon and you take heed, That Ferando ſay not ere long as much to you. And now Alfonſo, more to ſhew my loue, If vnto Ceſtus you do ſend your ſhips, My ſelfe wil fraught them with Arabian ſilkes, Rich Affricke ſpices, Arras counter pointes, Muske, Casſia, ſweet ſmelling Ambergreece, Pearle, curtol, Chriſtal, jet, and iuory, To gratulate the fauors of my ſon, And friendly loue that you haue ſhewne to him.