Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 63 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 0.83 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
You cannot tell: perhaps the physic will not work so soon upon some, as upon others. It may be, the rest are not so resty. Ex ungue, you know the old adage, as these, so are the remainder. I'll try: this is the same shaft, with which I wounded ARGURION. ay, but let me save you a labour, CUPID: there were certain bottles of water fetched, and drunk off (since that time) by these gallants. JOVE, strike me into earth: The Fountain of self-love! Nay, faint not, CUPID. I remembered it not. Faith, it was ominous to take the name of ANTEROS upon you, you know not what charm or enchantment lies in the word: you saw, I durst not venture upon any device, in our presentment, but was content to be no other than a simple page. Your arrows properties (to keep decorum) CUPID, are suited (it should seem) to the nature of him you personate. Indignity not to be borne. Nay rather, an attempt to have been forborn. How might I revenge myself on this insulting MERCURY! there's CRITES, his minion, he has not tasted of this water. It shall be so. Is CRITES turned dotard on himself too? That follows not, because the venom of your shafts cannot pierce him, CUPID. As though there were one antidote for these, and another for him? As though there were not! or as if one effect might not arise of divers causes? What say you to CYNTHIA, ARETE, PHRONESIS, TIME, and others there? They are divine. And CRITES aspires to be so. But that shall not serve him. 'Tis like to do it, at this time. But CUPID is grown too covetous, that will not spare one of a multitude. One is more than a multitude. Arete's favour makes any one shot-proof against thee, CUPID. I pray thee, light honeybee, remember thou art not now in Adonis' garden, but in Cynthia's presence, where thorns lie in garrison about the roses. Soft, CYNTHIA speaks. LAdies, and gallants of our court, to end, And give a timely period to our sports, Let us conclude them with declining night; Our empire is but of the darker half. And if you judge it any recompense For your fair pains, t' have earned Diana's thanks, DIANA grants them: and bestows their crown To gratify your acceptable zeal. For you are they, that not (as some have done) Do censure us, as too severe, and sour, But as (more rightly) gracious to the good; Although we not deny, unto the proud, Or the profane, perhaps indeed austere: For so ACTAEON, by presuming far, Did (to our grief) incur a fatal doom; And so, swollen NIOBE (comparing more Than he presumed) was trophaeed into stone. But are we therefore judged too extreme? Seems it no crime, to enter sacred bowers, And hallowed places, with impure aspect, Most lewdly to pollute? Seems it no crime, To brave a deity? Let mortals learn To make religion of offending heaven;
nodes 1929–1971 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 63 of 66 in this edition
Length
500 words · 712 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You cannot tell: perhaps the physicke will not worke so soone vpon some, as vpon others. It may be, the rest are not so resty. Ex vngue, you know the old adage, as these, so are the remainder. I'le trie: this is the same shaft, with which I wounded ARGVRION. I, but let mee saue you a labour, CVPID: there were certayne bottles of water fetcht, and drunke off (since that time) by these gallants. IOVE, strike me into earth: The Fountayne of selfe-Loue! Nay, faint not, CVPID. I remembred it not. Faith, it was ominous to take the name of ANTEROS vpon you, you know not what charme or inchantment lies in the word: you saw, I durst not venter vpon any deuice, in our presentment, but was content to be no other then a simple page. Your arrowes properties (to keepe decorum) CVPID, are suted (it should seeme) to the nature of him you personate. Indignitie not to be borne. Nay rather, an attempt to haue beene forborne. How might I reuenge my selfe on this insulting MERCVRY! there's CRITES, his minion, he has not tasted of this water. It shall be so. Is CRITES turn'd dotard on himselfe too? That followes not, because the venome of your shafts cannot pierce him, CVPID. As though there were one antidote for these, and another for him? As though there were not! or as if one effect might not arise of diuers causes? What say you to CYNTHIA, ARETE, PHRONESIS, TIME, and others there? They are diuine. And CRITES aspires to be so. But that shall not serue him. 'Tis like to doe it, at this time. But CVPID is growne too couetous, that will not spare one of a multitude. One is more then a multitude. ARETES fauour makes any one shot-proofe against thee, CVPID. I pray thee, light hony-bee, remember thou art not now in ADORIS garden, but in CYNTHIAS presence, where thornes lie in garrison about the roses. Soft, CYNTHIA speakes. LAdies, and gallants of our court, to end, And giue a timely period to our sports, Let vs conclude them with declining night; Our empire is but of the darker halfe. And if you iudge it any recompence For your faire paines, t' haue earn'd DIANAS thankes, DIANA grants them: and bestowes their crowne To gratifie your acceptable zeale. For you are they, that not (as some haue done) Doe censure vs, as too seuere, and sowre, But as (more rightly) gracious to the good; Although we not denie, vnto the proud, Or the prophane, perhaps indeede austere: For so ACTAEON, by presuming farre, Did (to our griefe) incurre a fatall doome; And so, swolne NIOBE (comparing more Then he presum'd) was trophaeed into stone. But are we therefore judged too extreme? Seemes it no crime, to enter sacred bowers, And hallowed places, with impure aspect, Most lewdly to pollute? Seemes it no crime, To braue a deitie? Let mortals learne To make religion of offending heauen;