Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
your daughter i'll slit her nose by this light and she were ten ladies, 'twas not for nothing my husband said he should meet her this evening at Adonis' chapel, but and I come to the godspeed on't, I'll tell 'em on't soundly? I do good woman tell 'em on't, & spare not but in any case do not scold. Why may not a gentlewoman scold in a good case: I know not what a gentlewoman do in a good case, but a lady must not in any case: though I may not scold I may tell 'em roundly on't I hope, that may you do law, and i'll not be mealy mouthed I warrant 'em, will you bear me company to the chapel madam? with all my heart mistress, what Dorus hath given me, i'll give my friend, no fool to company. Farewell bright sun thou lightner of all eyes thou fallst to give a brighter beam to rise. Each tree and shrub were trammels of thy hair, But these are wire, for none but kings to wear, And my rude tongue striving to blaze her forth, Like a bad artsman doth disgrace her worth, but here's the place, upon this crystal stream: Where Cytherea did unyoke her team Of silver doves, to interchange a kiss With young Adonis shall I meet my bliss: The gentle minutes crowned with crystal flowers, Losing there youths, are grown up perfect hours, To hasten my delight, the bashful moon that since her dalliance with Endymion, Durst never walk by day is under sail, In steed of sheets has spread her silver vail, Each gliding brook and every bushy tree Being tipped with silver were her livery, And the dim night to grace our amorous wars, Hath stuck nine spheres full of immortal stars, Instead of pearls the way on which she treads Is strew with Crystal dew and silver beads. She comes, her feet makes music with the ground, And the chaste air is ravished with the sound, My soul flies forth to meet her: hell my wife, Her presence like a murderer drives the life Out of my pleasure breast, her ielous cie Envies the heaven of my felicity. Zelmane, or my husband life or hate. What makes old Autumn out a bed so late, that snow should go a-wooing to the sun When one warm kiss works her confusion. I have the jest, suspicion that keeps Court in my husband's thoughts, seeing my love, Elect this walk, hath brought him after him. She dogs her sure, and she to shake her off Hath ta'en some other walk I'll place mine ear in distance of her will. Could I but hear the innocent delivery of his breath, 'twould be a second jubilee of mirth. Here comes my love. your love? Alas poor Duke, Your forward hopes will meet a barren spring, My sun appears. Fie your love speaks to loud, Your suns eclipsed, your date upon a cloud. See how his arms like precious phoenix wings, Spread to embrace me.
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your daughter ile ſlit her noſe by this light and ſhe wer ten ladies, twas not for nothing my husband ſaid he ſhould meete her this enening at Adonis chappel, but and I come to the godſpeed ont, ile tel em ont ſoundly? I do good woman tel em ont, & ſpare not but in any caſe do not ſcold. Why may not a gentlewoman ſcold in a good caſe: I know not what a gentlewoman do in a good caſe, but a lady muſt not in any caſe: tho I may not ſcold I may tel em roundly ont I hope, that may you do lawe, and ile not be mealely mouthd I warrant em, wil you beare me company to the chappell maddam? withall my hart miſtris, what Dorus hath giuen me, ile giue my friend, no foole to company. Farewell bright ſunne thou lightner of all eies thou falſt to giue a brighter beame to riſe. Each tree and ſhrub were tramels of thy haire, But theſe are wier, for none but kings to weare, And my rude tonge ſtriuing to blaze her forth, Like a bad art ſeman doth diſgrace her worth, but heeres the place, vpon this chriſtall ſtreame: Where Citherea did vnyoake her teame Of ſiluer doues, to interchange a kiſſe With young Adones ſhall I meete my bliſſe: The gentle minits crownd with chriſtall flowers, Looſing there youthes, are growne vp perfect howers, To haſten my delight, the baſhfull moone that ſince her dalliance with Endimior, Durſt neuer walke by day is vnder ſaile, In ſteede of ſheetes has ſpred her ſiluer vaile, Each gliding brooke and euery buſhy tree Being tipt with ſiluer were her liuery, And the dim night to grace our amorous wars, Hath ſtuck nine ſpheares full of immortall ſtars, Inſted of pearles the way on which ſhe treads Is ſtrawd with Chriſtall deu and ſiluer beades. She comes, her feete makes muſicke with the ground, And the chaſt ayre is rauiſht with the ſound, My ſoule flyes forth to meete her: hell my wife, Her preſence like a murtherer driues the life Out of my pleaſure breaſt, her ielous cie Enuyes the heauen of my felicity. Zelmane, or my husband life or hate. What makes old Autum out a bed ſo late, that ſnow ſhould goe a woeing to the ſunne When one arme kiſſe works her confuſion. I haue the ieſt, ſuſpition that keepes Court in my husbands thoughts, ſeeing my loue, Elect this walke, hath brought him after him. She dogs her fure, and ſhe to ſhake her off Hath taine ſome other walke Ile place mine eare in diſtance of her will. Could I but heare the innocent deliuery of his breath, twold be a ſecond iubile of mirth. Heere comes my loue. your loue? Alaſſe poore Duke, Your forward hopes will meete a barren ſpring, My ſunne appears. Fie your loue ſpeakes to loude, Your ſunnes eclipſt, your date vpon a cloude. See how his armes like precious phenix wings, Spred to imbrace me.