Lyly, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1590] (Annals) pastoral; comedy · Children of Paul's (first) T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.79 · 424 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
You care for nothing but a Glass, that is a flatterer. Then all men are Glasses. Some Glasses are true. No men are; but this is mine: Victoriatecum stabit. Thou givest hope. He is worthy of, that is patient. Let us sing, and so attend on Ceres; for this day, although into her heart never entered any motion of love, yet usually to the Temple of Cupid, he offereth two white Doves, as entreating his favour, and one Eagle, as commanding his power. Praecibusque minaes regaliter addet. What noise is this, what assembly, what Idolatry Is the modesty of virgins turned to wantonness? The honour of Ceres accounted immortal? And Erisychthon ruler of this Forest, esteemed of no force? Impudent giglots, that you are, to disturb my game, or dare do honour to any but Erisychthon. It is not your fair faces as smooth as leaue, nor your enticing eyes, though they drew iron like adamants, nor your filed speeches, were they as forcible, as Thessalides, that shall make me any way flexible. Erisychthon, thy stern looks joined with thy stout speeches; thy words as unkempt as thy locks, were able to affright men of bold courage, and to make us silly girls frantic, that are full of fear; but know thou, Erisychthon, that were thy hands so unstated as thy tongue, and th'one as ready to execute mischief, as the other to threaten it; it should neither move our hearts to ask pity, or remove our bodies from this place; we are the handmaids of divine Ceres, to fair Ceres is this holy tree dedicated, to Ceres, by whose favour thyself livest, that are worthy to perish. Are you addicted to Ceres, that in spite of Erisychthon you will use these sacrifices? No, immodest girls, you shall see that I have neither regard of your sex which men should tender, nor of your beauty which foolish love would dote on, nor of your goddess, which none but peevish girls reverence: I will destroy this tree in despite of all, and that you may see my hand execute, what my heart intendeth; and that no mean may appease my malice, my last word shall be the beginning of the first blow. Our alas, what hath he done? ourselves, I fear, must also minister matter to his fury. Let him alone: but see, the tree poureth our blood, and I hear a voice. What voice? If in the tree there be anybody, speak quickly, left the next blow hit the tale out of thy mouth.
nodes 28–41 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 21 in this edition
Length
424 words · 578 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 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)
You care for nothing but a Glasse, that is a flatterer. Then all men are Glasses. Some Glasses are true. No men are; but this is mine: Victoriatecum stabit. Thou giuest hope. He is worthy oe, that is patient. Let vs sing, and so attend on Ceres; for this day, although into her heart neuer entred any motion of loue, yet vsually to the Temple of Cupid, hee offereth vo white Doues, as entreating his fauour, and one Eagle, as commanding his power. Praecibus que minaes regaliter addet. What noyse is this, what assembly, what Idolatrie Is the modestie of virgins turnd to wantonnesse? The honour of Ceres accompted immortal? And Erisicthon ruler of this Forrest, esteemed of no force? Impudent giglots, that you are, to disturbe my game, or dare doe honour to any but Erisicthon. It is not your faire faces as smooth as leae, nor your entysing eyes, though they drew vron like Adamaits, nor your filed speeches, were they as forcible, as Thessalides, that shall make me any way flexible. Erisicthon, thy sterne lookes ioynd with thy stout speeches; thy words as vnkembd as thy lockes, were able to affright men of bold courage, and to make vs silly girles franticke, that are full of feare; but knowe thou, Erisicthon, that were thy hands so vnstated as thy tongue, and th'one as ready to execute mischiefe, as the other to threaten it; it should neither moue our hearts to aske pittie, or remooue our bodies from this place; wee are the handmaides of diuine Ceres, to faire Ceres is this holy tree dedicated, to Ceres, by whose fauour thy selfe liuest, that are worthy to perish. Are you addicted to Ceres, that in spight of Erisicthon you wil vse these sacrifices? No, immodest girles, you shall see that I haue neither regard of your sexe which men should tender, nor of your beautie which foolish loue would dote on, nor of your goddesse, which none but pieuish girles reuerence: I will destroy this tree in spite of all, and that you may see my hand execute, my heart intendeth; and that no meane may appeae my malice, my last word shall bee the beginning of the first blowe. Our alas, what hath he done? Our selues, I feare, must also minister matter to his furie. Let him alone: but see, the tree powreth our bloud, and I heare a voice. What voice? If in the tree there be any bodie, speake quickly, left the next blow hit the tale out of thy mouth.