Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 511 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
See how his arms, like precious Phoenix wings, Spread to embrace me. Now the Cuckoo sings; Those amorous arms do make a golden space To hug a Duke. But I'll fill up the place. Those fingers tipped with curious Porphery, Staining Pygmalion's matchless imagery, Like amorcus twins all of one mother nurst, Contend in courtesy who should touch me first. Should touch me first; their strife is undertook, To twine a young Bay, not a stooping Oak. Young Bay? stale jest, that a dry sapless rind Should hold young thoughts, and a licentious mind: Were she but gone now. Were the Duke away, My hopes had got the better of the day. This is Adonis' Chapel, I wonder they come not; though I bear but a little learning about me, and a few good clothes, I would not wish 'em to make Balams Ass of me: for though many fools take no felicity but in wearing good clothes (though they be none of their own) I have a further reach in me. I could ban my stars. my fate. That cross me thus. Makes me unfortunate. Alas good Lady, how her pretty feet Labour to find me. Such black events. Darken herself. That in the bosom of some foggy cloud I might embrace my love. That my hopes should meet O would the friendly night Would the Moon lose her light, But night is purblind, To make a Duke a slave. To make e Duchess Wrestle with amorous passions. Life a spleen, Could my rough breath like a temptstuous wind, Blow out heavens candles, leave the world stark blind, That it might either have no eyes to see, Or use those eyes it hath to pleasure me. Or use those eyes it hath to pleasure me? Who would have thought the cold had been so good a musician? how it plays upon my chaps? and maketh my teeth skip up and down my mouth like a company of virginal jacks, but I find small music in it, and Mopsa should come now I could do her little good, yet and she were here, she and I would have about at cob-nut or at chery-pit, or some what to keep ourselves from idleness, though she be but a fool, the bable's good enough to make sport withal in the dark, and that very word hath started her. Whose there Manasses? Yes Mopsa. Plain Mopsa, I might be Madam Mopsa in your mouth, goodman— where's Dorus? Why? because he will not be said to make too much haste to a bad bargain, he is not come yet. Not come? a peascod on him, but all's one, I thought at first he would make but a fool on me. Would you have him mend God's workmanship? But choose him, since he hath buld me with an urchin, i'll go fetch Ralph our Horsekeeper; let him that got the calf keep the cow in a knave's name and he will, have you your book here? No matter wench, I can do't well enough without book.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
See how his armes, like precious Phoenix wings, Spread to imbrace me. Now the Cuckow ſings; Thoſe amorous armes doe make a golden ſpace To hug a Duke. But Ile fill up the place. Thoſe fingers tipt with curious Porphery, Staining Pigmalions matchleſſe imag'ry, Like amorcus twins all of one mother urſt, Contend in courteſy who ſhould touch me firſt. Should touch me firſt; their ſtrife is undertooke, To twine a young Bay, not a ſtooping Oake. Young Bay? ſtale jeſt, that a dry ſapleſſe rinde Should hold young thoughts, and a licentious mind: Were ſhe but gone now. Were the Duke away, My hopes had got the better of the day. This is Adonis Chappell, I wonder they come not; though I beare but a litle learning about me, and a few good clothes, I would not wiſh em to make Balams Aſſe of me: for though many fooles take no felicity but in wearing good clothes (though they bee none of their owne) I have a further reach in me. I could ban my ſtarres. my fate. That croſſe me thus. Makes me unfortunate. Alas good Lady, how her pretty feet Labour to find me. Such blacke events. Darken her ſelfe. That in the boſome of ſome foggy cloud I might imbrace my love. That my hopes ſhould meet O would the friendly night Would the Moone loſe her light, But night is purblind, To make a Duke a ſlave. To make e Dutcheſſe Wreſtle with amorous paſſions. Life a ſpleene, Could my rough breath like a temptſtuous wind, Blow out heavens candles, leaue the world ſtarke blind, That it might either haue no eyes to ſee, Or uſe thoſe eyes it hath to pleaſure me. Or uſe thoſe eyes it hath to pleaſure me? Who would haue thought the cold had beene ſo good a muſician? how it playes upon my chaps? and maketh my teeth skip up and downe my mouth like a company of virginall Iacks, but I find ſmall muſicke in it, and Mopſa ſhould come now I could doe her little good, yet and ſhe were here, ſhe and I would haue about at cob-nut or at chery-pit, or ſome what to keepe our ſelues from idleneſſe, though ſhe be but a foole, the bable's good enough to make ſport withall in the darke, and that very word hath ſtarted her. Whoſe there Manaſſes? Yes Mopſa. Plaine Mopſa, I might bee Madam Mopſa in your mouth, goodman—where's Dorus? Why? becauſe he will not be ſaid to make too much haſte to a bad bargaine, he is not come yet. Not come? a peaſcod on him, but al's one, I thought at firſt he would make but a foole on mee. Would you haue him mend Gods workemanſhip? But chuſe him, ſince he hath buld me with an vrchin, ile goe fetch Raph our Horſe-keeper; let him that got the calfe keepe the cow in a knaues name and he will, haue you your booke here? No matter wench, I can do't well enough without booke.