Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
You are, lady, by the great Princess, JULIA: who longs to greet you with any favours, that may worthily make you an often courtier. In sincerity, I thank her, sir. You have a coach? ha' you not? The Princess hath sent her own, lady. O VENUS! that's well: I do long to ride in a coach most vehemently. But, sweet GALLUS, pray you, resolve me, why you give that heavenly praise, to this earthly banquet? Because (CYTHERIS) it must be celebrated by the heavenly powers: All the Gods, and Goddesses will be there; to two of which, you two must be exalted. A pretty fiction in truth. A fiction indeed, CHLOE, and fit, for the fit of a poet. Why, CYTHERIS, may not poets (from whose divine spirits, all the honours of the gods have been deduced) entreat so much honour of the gods, to have their divine presence at a poetical banquet? Suppose that no fiction: yet, where are your abilities to make us two goddesses, at your feast? Who knows not (CYTHERIS) that the sacred breath of a true poet, can blow any virtuous humanity, up to deity? To tell you the female truth (which is the simple truth) ladies; and to show that poets (in spite of the world) are able to deify themselves: At this banquet, to which you are invited, we intend to assume the figures of the Gods; and to give our several Loves the forms of Goddesses. OVID will be JUPITER; the Princess JULIA, JUNO; GALLUS here APOLLO; you CYTHERIS, PALLAS; I will be BACCHUS; and my Love PLAUTIA, CERES: And to install you, and your husband, fair CHLOE, in honours, equal with ours; you shall be a Goddess, and your husband a God. A God? O my god! A God, but a lame God, lady: for he shall be VULCAN, and you VENUS. And this will make our banquet no less than heavenly. In sincerity, it will be sugared. Good JOVE, what a pretty foolish thing it is to be a poet! But hark you, sweet CYTHERIS; could they not possibly leave out my husband? methinks, a Body's husband does not so well at Court: A Body's friend, or so— but husband, 'tis like your clog to your marmoset, for all the world, and the heavens. Tut, never fear, CHLOE: your husband will be left without in the lobby, or the great chamber, when you shall be put in, i'the closet, by this lord, and by that lady. Nay, than I am certified: he shall go. HORACE! Welcome. Gentlemen, hear you the news? What news, my QVINTUS? Our melancholic friend, PROPERTIUS, Hath closed himself, up, in his Cynthia's tomb; And will by no entreaties be drawn thence. Nay, good master CRISPINUS, pray you, bring near the gentleman. CRISPINUS? Hide me, good GALLUS: TIBULLUS, shelter me. Make your approach, sweet Captain. What means this, HORACE? I am surprised again, farewell. Stay, HORACE. What, and be tired on, by yond vulture? No: Phoebus defend me.
seed 43: T28 · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You are, ladie, by the great Princesse, IVLIA: who longs to greet you with any fauours, that may worthily make you an often courtier. In sinceritie, I thanke her, sir. You haue a coach? ha' you not? The Princesse hath sent her owne, ladie. O VENVS! that's well: I doe long to ride in a coach most vehemently. But, sweet GALLVS, pray you, resolue mee, why you giue that heauenly prayse, to this earthly banquet? Because (CYTHERIS) it must bee celebrated by the heauenly powers: All the Gods, and Goddesses will bee there; to two of which, you two must be exalted. A prettie fiction in truth. A fiction indeed, CHLOE, and fit, for the fit of a poet. Why, CYTHERIS, may not poets (from whose diuine spirits, all the honours of the gods haue beene deduc't) intreate so much honor of the gods, to haue their diuine presence at a poeticall banquet? Suppose that no fiction: yet, where are your habilities to make vs two goddesses, at your feast? Who knowes not (CYTHERIS) that the sacred breath of a true poet, can blow any vertuous humanitie, vp to deitie? To tell you the femall truth (which is the simple truth) ladies; and to shew that poets (in spight of the world) are able to deifie themselues: At this banquet, to which you are inuited, wee intend to assume the figures of the Gods; and to giue our seuerall Loues the formes of Goddesses. OVID will be IVPITER; the Princesse IVLIA, IVNO; GALLVS here APOLLO; you CYTHERIS, PALLAS; I will bee BACCHVS; and my Loue PLAVTIA, CERES: And to install you, and your husband, faire CHLOE, in honours, equall with ours; you shall be a Goddesse, and your husband a God. A God? O my god! A God, but a lame God, ladie: for he shall be VULCAN, and you VENVS. And this will make our banquet no lesse then heauenly. In sinceritie, it will bee sugred. Good IOVE, what a prettie foolish thing it is to be a poet! But harke you, sweet CYTHERIS; could they not possibly leaue out my husband? mee thinkes, a bodies husband do's not so well at Court: A bodies friend, or so—but husband, 'tis like your clog to your marmaset, for all the world, and the heauens. Tut, neuer feare, CHLOE: your husband will be left without in the lobby, or the great chamber, when you shall be put in, i'the closet, by this lord, and by that lady. Nay, then I am certified: he shall goe. HORACE! Welcome. Gentlemen, heare you the newes? What newes, my QVINTVS? Our melancholike friend, PROPERTIVS, Hath clos'd himselfe, vp, in his CYNTHIAS tombe; And will by no intreaties be drawne thence. Nay, good master CRISPINVS, pray you, bring neere the gentleman. CRISPINVS? Hide mee, good GALLVS: TIBVLLVS, shelter mee. Make your approch, sweet Captaine. What meanes this, HORACE? I am surpriz'd againe, farewell. Stay, HORACE. What, and be tir'd on, by yond' vulture? No: PHoeVS defend me.