Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 20 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.79 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Peace, CUPID, here comes more work for you, another character or two. STay, sweet PHILAUTIA, I'll but change my fan, and go presently. Now (in very good serious) ladies, I will have this order reversed, the presence must be better maintained from you: a quarter past eleven, and ne'er a Nymph in prospective? beshrew my hand, there must be a reformed discipline. Is that your new ruff, sweet ladybird? By my truth, 'tis most intricately rare. Good JOVE, what reverend gentlewoman in years might this be? This, Madam MORIA, guardian of the Nymphs. One that is not now to be persuaded of her wit, she will think herself wise against all the judgements that come. A lady made all of voice, and air, talks any thing of any thing. she is like one of your ignorant Poetasters of the time, who when they have got acquainted with a strange word, never rest till they have wrong it in, though it loosen the whole fabric of their sense. That was pretty and sharply noted, CUPID. She will tell you, Philosophy was a fine reveller, when she was young, and a gallant, and that then (though she say it) she was thought to be the Dame-DIDO, and HELLEN of the court: As also, what a sweet dog she had this time four years, and how it was called Fortune, and that (if the fates had not cut his thread) he had been a dog to have given entertainment to any gallant in this kingdom: and, unless she had whelped it herself, she could not have loved a thing better in'is world. O, I pray thee no more, I am full of her. Yes (I must needs tell you) she composes a sack-posset well; and would court a young page sweetly, but that her breath is against it. Now, her breath (or something more strong) protect me from her: th'other, th'other, CUPID. O, that's my lady and mistress, Madam PHILAUTIA. she admires not herself for any one particularity, but for all: she is fair, and she knows it: she has a pretty light wit too, and she knows it: she can dance, and she knows that too: play at shuttlecock, and that too: no quality she has, but she shall take a very particular knowledge of, and most ladylike commend it to you. You shall have her at any time read you the history of herself, and very subtly run over another lady's sufficiencies, to come to her own. She has a good superficial judgement in painting; and would seem to have so in poetry. A most complete lady in the opinion of some three, beside herself. Faith, how liked you my quip to HEDON, about the garter? was't not witty? Exceeding witty and integrate: you did so aggravate the jest withal. And did I not dance movingly the last night? Movingly? out of measure (in troth) sweet charge. A happy commendation, to dance out of measure. Save only you wanted the swim i' the turn: O! when I was at fourteen—
nodes 455–471 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 66 in this edition
Length
509 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.792 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Peace, CVPID, here comes more worke for you, another character or two. STay, sweet PHILAVTIA, I'le but change my fanne, and goe presently. Now (in very good serious) ladies, I will haue this order reuerst, the presence must be better maintayn'd from you: a quarter past eleuen, and ne're a Nymph in prospectiue? beshrew my hand, there must be a reform'd discipline. Is that your new ruffe, sweet lady-bird? By my truth, 'tis most intricately rare. Good IOVE, what reuerend gentlewoman in yeeres might this be? This, Madam MORIA, guardian of the Nymphs. One that is not now to be perswaded of her wit, shee will thinke her selfe wise against all the iudgements that come. A lady made all of voice, and aire, talkes any thing of any thing. Shee is like one of your ignorant Poetasters of the time, who when they haue got acquainted with a strange word, neuer rest till they haue wroong it in, though it loosen the whole fabricke of their sense. That was pretty and sharply noted, CVPID. Shee will tell you, Philosophie was a fine reueller, when shee was yong, and a gallant, and that then (though she say it) she was thought to be the Dame-DIDO, and HELLEN of the court: As also, what a sweet dogge shee had this time foure yeeres, and how it was call'd Fortune, and that (if the sates had not cut his thred) he had beene a dogge to haue giuen entertainement to any gallant in this kingdome: and, vnlesse shee had whelpt it her selfe, shee could not haue lou'd a thing better i'this world. O, I pray thee no more, I am full of her. Yes (I must needes tell you) shee composes a sack-posset well; and would court a yong page sweetly, but that her breath is against it. Now, her breath (or something more strong) protect mee from her: th'other, th'other, CVPID. O, that's my lady and mistris, Madam PHILAVTIA. Shee admires not her selfe for any one particularity, but for all: shee is faire, and shee knowes it: shee has a pretty light wit too, and shee knowes it: shee can dance, and shee knowes that too: play at shittle-cock, and that too: no quality shee has, but shee shall take a very particular knowledge of, and most lady-like commend it to you. You shall haue her at any time reade you the historie of her selfe, and very subtilly runne ouer another ladies sufficiencies, to come to her owne. Shee has a good superficiall iudgement in painting; and would seeme to haue so in poetry. A most compleat lady in the opinion of some three, beside her-selfe. Faith, how lik'd you my quippe to HEDON, about the garter? was't not witty? Exceeding witty and integrate: you did so aggrauate the iest withall. And did I not dance mouingly the last night? Mouingly? out of measure (in troth) sweet charge. A happy commendation, to dance out of measure. Saue only you wanted the swim i' the turne: Ô! when I was at fourteene—