Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Woman in the Moon · chunk 11 of 25

Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court
T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.85 · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.

Make Chastity Pandora's waiting maid, For modest thoughts beseems a woman best. Away with chastity and modest thoughts, Quo mihi fortuna si non conceditur uti? Is she not young? then let her to the world, All those are strumpets that are over chaste, Defying such as keep their company, 'tis not the touching of a woman's hand, Kissing her lips, hanging about her neck. A speaking look, no nor a yielding word, That men expect, believe me Sol 'tis more, And were Mars here he would protest as much. But what is more than this is worse than nought, I dare not stay lest she infect me too. what is he gone, then light foot Ioculus, Set me Pandora in a dancing vain, Fair mother I will make Pandora blithe, And like a Satire hop upon these plains. Go Cupid give her all the golden shafts. And she will take thee for a forester. I will and you shall see her straight in love. Here Venus sit, and with thy influence, Govern Pandora, Nature's miracle. Prithee be quiet wherefore should I dance? Thus dance the Satyrs on the even lawns. Thus pretty satire will Pandora dance. And thus will Cupid make her melody. Were I a man I could love thee. I am a maiden wilt thou have me? But Stesias saith you are not. What then? I care not. Nor I. Nor I, Then merely farewell my maiden head. These be all the tears I'll shed, Turn about and trip it. Venus'. Cupid and Ioculus, come leave her now. The boys are gone and I will follow them. I will not follow them they are to young. What honey thoughts are in Pandora's brain? Hospitis est tepedo nocte recepta sui. Ah I envy her, why was not I so? And so will I be, where is Iphicles, Melos, Learchus? any of the three? I cure the sick? I study Poetry? I think of honour and of chastity? No: love is fitter than Pandora's thoughts, Yet not the love of Stesias alone, Learchus is as fair as Stesias, And Melos lovelier than Learchus far. But might I chose, I would have Iphicles, And of them all Stesias deserves the least. Must I be tied to him? no I'll be loose, As loose as Helen, for I am as fair. Mistress, here be the herbs for my masters wound? Pretty Gunophilus, give me the herbs: Where didst thou gather them my lovely boy? Upon Learchus plain. I fear me Cupid danced upon the plain, I see his arrow head upon the leaves. And I his golden quiver and his bow. Thou dost dissemble, but I mean good sooth, These herbs have wrought some wondrous effect, Had they this virtue from thy Lily hands? Let's see thy hands my fair Gunophilus. It may be they had, for I have not washed them this many a day.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Woman in the Moon
AuthorLyly, John
Publication year (edition)1597
First performance / composition (Annals)1593 [1590-1595]
First performance (BritDrama)1588 [1587-1590]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (first)
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 298 · TCP A06629 · DEEP 239
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 630–695 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 25 in this edition
Length484 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphs cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.847 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Make Chastity Pandoraes wayting mayde, For modest thoughtes beseemes a woman best. Away with chastity and modest thoughts, Quo mihi fortuna si non conceditur vti? Is she not young? then let her to the worlde, All those are strumpets that are ouer chaste, Defying such as keepe their company, Tis not the touching of a womans hand, Kissing her lips, hanging about her necke. A speaking looke, no nor a yeelding worde, That men expect, beleeue me Sol tis more, And were Mars here he would protest as much. But what is more then this is worse then nought, I dare not stay least she infect me too. what is he gone, then light foote Ioculus, Set me Pandora in a dauncing vayne, Fayre mother I will make Pandora blyth, And like a Satyre hop vpon these playnes. Go Cupid giue her all the golden shafts. And she will take thee for a forrester. I will and you shall see her streight in loue. Here Uenus sit, and with thy influence, Gouerne Pandora, Natures miracle. Prethee be quiet wherefore should I daunce? Thus daunce the Satyrs on the euen lawnes. Thus prety Satyr will Pandora daunce. And thus will Cupid make her melody. VVere I a man I could loue thee. I am a mayden wilt thou haue me? But Stesias saith you are not. VVhat then? I care not. Nor I. Nor I, Then merely farewell my mayden head. These be all the teares Ile shed, Turne about and tryppe it. Uenus. Cupid and Ioculus, come leaue her now. The boyes are gone and I will follow them. I will not follow them they are to young. VVhat hony thoughts are in Pandoraes brayne? Hospitis est tepedo nocte recepta sui. Ah I enuie her, why was not I so? And so will I be, where is Iphicles, Melos, Learchus? any of the three? I cure the sicke? I study Poetry? I thinke of honour and of chastitie? No: loue is fitter then Pandoraes thoughts, Yet not the loue of Stesias alone, Learchus is as fayre as Stesias, And Melos loulier then Learchus farre. But might I chose, I would haue Iphicles, And of them all Stesias deserues the least. Must I be tyde to him? no Ile be loose, As loose as Helen, for I am as fayre. Mistresse, here be the hearbs for my maisters wound▪ Prety Gunophilus, giue me the hearbs: VVhere didst thou gather them my louely boye? Vpon Learchus plaine. I feare me Cupid daunst vpon the plaine, I see his arrow head vpon the leaues. And I his golden quiuer and his bowe. Thou doost dissemble, but I meane good sooth, These hearbes haue wrought some wondrous effect, Had they this vertue from thy Lilly hands? Lets see thy hands my fayre Gunophilus. It may be they had, for I haue not washt them this many a day.