Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 21 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Nay, that's mine own from any Nymph in the court (I am sure on't) therefore you mistake me in that, Guardian: both the swim and the trip, are properly mine, everybody will affirm it, that has any judgement in dancing: I assure you. Come now, PHILAUTIA, I am for you, shall we go? ay, good PHANTASTE: What! have you changed your head-tire? Yes faith, th'other was so near the common: it had no extraordinary grace; besides, I had worn it almost a day, in good troth. I'll be sworn, this is most excellent for the device, and rare. 'Tis after the italian print, we looked on tother night. 'Tis so: By this fan, I cannot abide any thing that savours the poor overworn cut, that has any kindred with it; I must have variety, I: this mixing in fashion I hate it worse, than to burn juniper in my chamber, I protest. And yet we cannot have a new peculiar court-tire, but these retainers will have it; these Suburb-sunday-waiters; these courtiers for high days; I know not what I should call 'em— O, ay, they do most pitifully imitate, but I have a tire a coming (i'faith) shall— In good certain, Madam, it makes you look most heavenly; but (lay your hand on your heart) you never skinned a new beauty more prosperously in your life, nor more metaphysically: look, good lady, sweet lady, look. 'tis very clear, and well, believe me. But if you had seen mine yesterday, when 'twas young, you would have— who's your Doctor, PHANTASTE? Nay, that's counsel, PHILAUTIA, you shall pardon me: yet (I'll assure you) he's the most dainty, sweet, absolute rare man of the whole college. O! his very looks, his discourse, his behaviour, all he does is physic, I protest. For heavens sake, his name; good, dear PHANTASTE— No, no, no, no, no, no, (believe me) not for a million of heavens: I will not make him cheap. Fie— There is a Nymph too, of a most curious and elaborate strain, light, all motion, an ubiquitary, she is everywhere, PHANTASTE— Her very name speaks her, let her pass. But are these (CUPID) the stars of Cynthia's court? do these Nymphs attend upon DIANA? They are in her court (MERCVRIE) but not as stars, these never come in the presence of CYNTHIA. The Nymphs that make her train, are the divine ARETE, TIME, PHRONESIS, THAUMA, and others of that high sort. These are privately brought in by MORIA in this licentious time, against her knowledge: and (like so many meteors) will vanish, when she appears. COme follow me, my wags, and say as I say. There's no riches but in rags; heigh day, heigh day. You that profess this art, come away, come away, And help to bear a part. hay day; heigh day, etc. What! those that were our fellow pages but now, so soon preferred to be yeomen of the bottles? the mystery, the mystery, good wags? Some diet-drink, they have the guard of.
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Nay, that's mine owne from any Nymph in the court (I am sure on't) therefore you mistake me in that, Guardian: both the swimme and the trip, are properly mine, euery body will affirme it, that has any iudgement in dancing: I assure you. Come now, PHILAVTIA, I am for you, shall we goe? I, good PHANTASTE: What! haue you chang'd your head-tire? Yes faith, th'other was so neere the common: it had no extraordinary grace; besides, I had worne it almost a day, in good troth. I'le bee sworne, this is most excellent for the deuice, and rare. 'Tis after the italian print, we look'd on t'other night. 'Tis so: By this fanne, I cannot abide any thing that sauours the poore ouer-worne cut, that has any kindred with it; I must haue variety, I: this mixing in fashion I hate it worse, then to burne juniper in my chamber, I protest. And yet we cannot haue a new peculiar court-tire, but these retainers will haue it; these Suburbe-sunday-waiters; these courtiers for high dayes; I know not what I should call 'hem— O, I, they doe most pittifully imitate, but I haue a tire a comming (yfaith) shall— In good certaine, Madam, it makes you looke most heauenly; but (lay your hand on your heart) you neuer skin'd a new beautie more prosperously in your life, nor more metaphysically: looke, good lady, sweet lady, looke. Tis very cleere, and well, beleeue me. But if you had seene mine yesterday, when t'was yong, you would haue— who's your Doctor, PHANTASTE? Nay, that's counsell, PHILAVTIA, you shall pardon mee: yet (I'le assure you) hee's the most daintie, sweet, absolute rare man of the whole colledge. O! his very lookes, his discourse, his behauiour, all hee doo's is physicke, I protest. For heauens sake, his name; good, deare PHANTASTE — No, no, no, no, no, no, (beleeue me) not for a million of heauens: I will not make him cheape. Fie— There is a Nymph too, of a most curious and elaborate straine, light, all motion, an vbiquitarie, shee is euery where, PHANTASTE— Her very name speakes her, let her passe. But are these (CVPID) the starres of CYNTHIAS court? doe these Nymphs attend vpon DIANA? They are in her court (MERCVRIE) but not as starres, these neuer come in the presence of CYNTHIA. The Nymphs that make her traine, are the diuine ARETE, TIME, PHRONESIS, THAVMA, and others of that high sort. These are priuately brought in by MORIA in this licentious time, against her knowledge: and (like so many meteors) will vansh, when shee appeares. COme follow me, my wagges, and say as I say. There's no riches but in ragges; hey day, hey day. You that professe this arte, come away, come away, And helpe to beare a part. Hey day; hey day, &c. What! those that were our fellow pages but now, so soone preferr'd to be yeomen of the bottles? the mysterie, the mysterie, good wagges? Some dyet-drinke, they haue the guard of.