Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Woman in the Moon · chunk 22 of 25

Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court
T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.

No, no, I will not dance, but I will sing, Stesias hath a white hand, but his nails are black, His fingers are long and small, shall I make them crack. One two and three, I love him, and he loves me. Beware of the shephook, I'll tell you one thing, If you ask me why I sing, I say ye may go look. Pandora speak, lovest thou Gunophilus? ay, if he be a fish, for fish is fine, Sweet Stesias help me to a whiting mop. Now I perceive that she is lunatic, What may I do to bring her to her wits? Speak gentle master and entreat her fair. Pandora, my love Pandora. I'll not be fair. why call you me your love. Love is a little boy, so am not I. I will allure her with fair promises, And when I have her in my levy bower, Pray to our water nymphs and Sylvan gods, To cure her of this piteous lunacy, Give me a running stream in both my hands, A blue king's fisher, and a pibble stone, And I'll catch butter flies upon the sand, And thou Gunophilus shalt clip their wings. I'll give thee streams whose pebble shallbe pearl, Love birds whose feathers shallbe beaten gold. muskflies with amber berries in their mouths, Milk white Squirrels, singing Popinjays, A boat of dear skins, and a fleeting I'll, A sugar cane, and line of twisted silk. Where be all these. I have them in my bower, come follow me? Streams with pearl? birds with golden feathers? Musk flies, and amber berries? white Squirrels, And singing Popinjays? a boat of dear skins? Come I'll go, I'll go. I was near in love with her till now, O absolute Pandora, because foolish, for folly is women's perfection. To talk Idly, to look wildly, to laugh at every breach and play with a feather, is that would make a Stoyke in love, yea thou thyself. O Marcifili annum iam audientem Cratippum idque Athaenis. Gravity in a woman, is like to a grey beard upon a breaching boys chin, which a good Schoolmaster would cause to be clipped, and the wise husband to be avoided. Gunophilus, where is thy Mistress? A catching a blue king's fisher. Tell us where is she? A gathering little pebbles. What dost thou mock us. No: but if she were here she would make mows at the proudest of you. What meanest thou by this. I mean my mistress is become foolish. A just reward for one so false as she. Such hap betide those that intend us ill. Never were simple shepherds so abused. Gunophilus thou hast betrayed us all. Thou broughtest this ring from her which made me come. And thou this bloody napkin unto me. And thou this flattering letter unto me. Why I brought you the ring thinking you and she should be married together. And being hurt as she told me. I had thought she had sent for you as a surgeon.
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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 1304–1358 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 25 in this edition
Length503 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaint cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No, no, I will not daunce, but I will sing, Stesias hath a white hand, but his nayles are blacke, His fingers are long and small, shall I make them cracke. One two and three, I loue him, and he loues me. Beware of the shephooke, Ile tell you one thing, If you aske me why I sing, I say yee may go looke. Pandora speake, louest thou Gunophilus? I, if he be a fish, for fish is fine, Sweete Stesias helpe me to a whiting moppe. Now I perceiue that she is lunaticke, VVhat may I do to bring her to her wits? Speake gentle maister and intreat her fayre▪ Pandora, my loue Pandora. Ile not be fayre▪ why call you me your loue. Loue is a little boy, so am not I. I will allure her with fayre promises, And when I haue her in my leauie bower, Pray to our water Nimphes and Siluane gods, To cure her of this piteous lunacye, Giue me a running streame in both my hands, A blew kings fisher, and a pible stone, And Ile catch butter flies vpon the sand, And thou Gunophilus shalt clippe their wings. Ile giue thee streames vvhose pibble shalbe pearle, Loue birdes whose feathers shalbe beaten gold. Muskflyes vvith amber berries in their mouthes, Milke white Squirrels, singing Popiniayes, A boat of deare skins, and a fleeting Ile, A sugar cane, and line of twisted silke. VVhere be all these. I haue them in my bower, come follow me? Streames with pearle? birdes with golden feathers? Musk flyes, and amber berries? white Squirrels, And singing Popiniayes? a boat of deare skins? Come Ile goe, Ile go. I was nere in loue with her till now, O absolute Pandora, because folish, for folly is womens perfection. To talke Idely, to loke wildly, to laugh at euery breach and play with a feather, is that would make a Stoyke in loue, yea thou thy selfe. O Marcifili annum iam audientem Cratippum idque Athaenis. Grauity in a vvoman, is like to a gray beard vpon a breaching boies chinne, vvhich a good Scholemaister would cause to be clipt, and the vvise husband to be avoyded. Gunophilus, vvhere is thy Mistresse? A ketching a blew kings fisher. Tell vs where is she? A gathering little pibles. VVhat dost thou mocke vs. No: but if she were here she vvould make mowes at the proudest of you. VVhat meanest thou by this. I meane my mistres is become folish. A iust reward for one so false as shee. Such hap betide those that intend vs ill. Neuer vvere simple shepherdes so abusd. Gunopholus thou hast betrayd vs all. Thou broughtest this ring from her which made me come▪ And thou this bloody napkin vnto me. And thou this flattering letter vnto me. VVhy I brought you the ring thinking you and shee should be maried togeather. And being hurt as she told me. I had thought she had sent for you as a surgeon.