Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 454 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Melpomene make you a why of that? I know full oft you have Authors red, The higher tree the sooner is his fall, And they which first do flourish and bear sway, Upon the sudden vanish clean away. Mock on apace, my back is broad enough To bear your flouts as many as they be. That year is rare, that near feels winter's storms: That tree is fertile which near wanteth fruit. And that same Muse hath heaped well in store: Which never wanteth clients at her door. But yet my sisters, when the surgent seas Have ebbed their fill, their waves do rise again And fill their banks up to the very brims: And when my pipe hath eased herself a while, Such store of suitors shall my seat frequent, That you shall see my scholars be not spent. Spent (quoth you) sister, than we were too blame If we should say your scholars all were spent: But pray now tell me when your painful pen will rest enough? When husbandmen sheer hogs. Melpomene, Errato and the rest, From thickest shrubs dame Venus did espy The mortal hatred which you jointly bear Unto your sister high Calliope. What do you think if that the tree do bend, It follows therefore that it needs must breaks And since her pipe a little while doth rest, It never shall be able for to sound? Yes Muses yes, if that she will vouchsafe To entertain Dame Venus in her school, And further me with her instructions, She shall have scholars which will deign to be In any other muse's company. Most sacred Venus do you doubt of that? Calliope would think her three times blessed, For to receive a goddess in her school, Especially so high an one as you, Which rules the earth, and guides the heavens too. Then sound your pipes, and let us bend our steps Unto the top of high Parnassus hill, And there together do our best devoir For to describe Alphonsus warlike fame: And in the manner of a Comedy, Set down his noble valour presently. As Venus wils, so bids Calliope. And as you bid your sisters do agree. My noble son, since first I did recount The noble acts your predecessors did In Aragon, against their warlike foes, I never yet could see thee joy at all, But hanging down thy head as malcontent: Thy youthful days in mourning have been spent. Tell me Alphonsus what might be the cause That makes thee thus to pine away with care? Hath old Carinus done thee any offence In reckoning up these stories unto thee? What near a word but mum? Alphonsus speak, Unless your Father's fatal day you seek.
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Melpomine make you a why of that? I know full oft you haue Authors red, The higher tree the sooner is his fall, And they which first do flourish and beare sway, Vpon the sudden vanish cleane away. Mocke on apace, my backe is broad enough To beare yout flouts as many as they be. That yeare is rare, that nere feeles winters stormes: That tree is fertile which nere wanteth frute. And that same Muse hath heaped well in store: Which neuer wanteth clients at her doore. But yet my sisters, when the surgent seas Haue ebde their fill, their waues do rise againe And fill their bankes vp to the very brimmes: And when my pipe hath easd her selfe a while, Such store of suters shall my seate frequent, That you shall see my schollers be not spent. Spent (quoth you) sister, then we were too blame If we should say your schollers all were spent: But pray now tell me when your painfull pen will rest enough? When husbandmen sheere hogs. Melpomine, Errato and the rest, From thickest shrubs dame Venus did espie The mortall hatred which you ioyntly beare Vnto your sister high Calliope. What do you thinke if that the tree do bend, It followes therefore that it needs must breakes And since her pipe a litle while doth rest, It neuer shall be able for to sound? Yes Muses yes, if that she wil vouchsafe To entetain Dame Venus in her schoole, And further me with her institions, She shall haue schollers which wil daine to be In any other Muses companie. Most sacred Venus do you doubt of that? Calope would thinke her three times blest, For to receiue a Goddes in her schoole, Especially so high an one as you, Which rules the earth, and guides the heauens too. Then sound your pipes, and let vs bend our steps Vnto the top of high Pernassus hill, And there togither do our best deuoyr For to describe Alphonsus warlike fame: And in the maner of a Comedie, Set downe his noble valour presently. As Venus wils, so bids Calliope. And as you bid your sisters do agree. My noble sonne, since first I did recount The noble acts your predecessors did In Aragon, against their warke foes, I neuer yet could see thee ioy at all, But hanging downe thy head as malcontent: Thy youthfull dayes in mourning haue bene spent. Tell me Alphonsus what might be the cause That makes thee thus to pine away with care? Hath old Carinus done thee any offence In reckning vp these stories vnto thee? What nere a word mme? Alphonsus speake, Vnles your Fathers fatall day you seeke.