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Hymenaei, or the Solemnities of Masque and Barriers at a Marriage (Truth versus Opinion) · chunk 5 of 8

Jonson, Ben · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 [Jan 5] (Annals)
masque · before the Court
unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.

To help the funeral Flame. So, now you may admit him in; The Act he covets, is no Sin, But chaste, and holy Love, Which HYMEN doth approve: Without whose hallowing Fires All Aims are base Desires. On HYMEN, HYMEN call, This Night is HYMEN's all. Now, free from Vulgar Spite, or Noise, May you enjoy your mutual joys; Now, You no Fear controls, But Lips may mingle Souls; And soft Embraces bind, To each, the others Mind: Which may no Power untie, Till One, or both must die. And, look, before you yield to slumber, That your Delights be drawn past number; " joys, got with strife, increase. Affect no sleepy peace; But keep the Bride's fair eyes Awake, with her own Cries, Which are but maiden-fears: And Kisses dry such tears. Then, Coin them, twixt your Lips so sweet, And let not Cockles closer meet; Nor may your Murmuring Loves Be drowned by a CYPRIS Doves: Let Ivy not so bind As when your Arms are twined: That you may Both, ere Day, Rise perfect every way. And, JUNO, whose great Powers protect The Marriage-Bed, with good effect The Labour of this Night Bless thou, for future Light; And, Thou, thy happy charge, Glad b GENIUS, enlarge: That they may Both, ere Day, Rise perfect every way. And a VENUS, Thou, with timely seed (Which may their after-Comforts breed) Inform the gentle Womb; Nor, let it prove a Tomb: But, ere ten Moons be wasted, The Birth, by CYNTHIA hasted. So may they Both, ere Day, Rise perfect every Way. And, when the Babe to light is shown, Let it be, like each Parent, known; Much of the Father's Face, More of the Mother's Grace: And either grandsire's Spirit, And Fame let it inherit. That Men may bless th' Embraces, That joined two such Races. Cease Youths, and Virgins, you have done; Shut fast the Door: And, as They soon To their Perfection haste, So may their ardours last. So either's strength outlive All loss that Age can give: And, though full Years be told, Their Forms grow slowly old. WHo art thou, thus that imitatest my Grace, In Steps, in Habit, and resembled Face? Grave a Time, and Industry my Parents are; My Name is TRUTH, who through these sounds of War (Which figure the wise Minds discursive fight) In Mists by Nature wrapped, salute the Light. I am that TRUTH, thou some illusive sprite; Whom to my likeness, the black Sorceress Night Hath of these dry, and empty fumes created. Best Herald of thine own Birth, well related: Put me and mine to proof of words, and facts, In any Question this fair Hour exacts. I challenge thee, and fit this Time of Love, With this Position, which TRUTH comes to prove; That the most honoured state of Man and Wife, Doth far exceed th'insociate Virgin-Life. I take the adverse part; and she that best Defends her side, be TRUTH by all confessed.
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PlayHymenaei, or the Solemnities of Masque and Barriers at a Marriage (Truth versus Opinion)
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1606 [Jan 5]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [Jan 6]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)masque
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 558 · TCP A04654 · DEEP 449
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 319–401 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 8 in this edition
Length497 words · 717 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Mars at 0.775
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
To helpe the funerall Flame. So, now you may admit him in; The Act he covets, is no Sinne, But chast, and holy Love, Which HYMEN doth approve: Without whose hallowing Fires All Aymes are base Desires. On HYMEN, HYMEN call, This Night is HYMEN's all. Nw, free from Vulgar Spight, or Noyse, May you enioy your mutuall ioyes; Now, You no Feare controules, But Lippes may mingle Soules; And soft Embraces binde, To each, the others Minde: Which may no Power vntie, Till One, or both must die. And, looke, before you yeeld to slumber, That your Delights be drawne past number; "Ioyes, got with strife, increase. Aect no sleepy peace; But keepe the Brides faire eyes Awake, with her owne Cries, Which are but Mayden-feares: And Kisses drie such teares. Then, Coyne them, twixt your Lippes so sweete, And let not Cockles closer meete; Nor may your Murmuring Loves Be drown'd by CYPRIS Doves: Let Ivie not so bind As when your Armes are twin'd: That you may Both, e're Day, Rise perfect every way. And, IVNO, whose great Powers protect The Marriage-Bed, with good effect The Labour of this Night Blesse thou, for future Light; And, Thou, thy happy charge, Glad GENIVS, enlarge: That they may Both, e're Day, Rise perfect every way. And VENVS, Thou, with timely seede (Which may their after-Comforts breede) Informe the gentle Wombe; Nor, let it prove a Tombe: But, e're ten Moones be wasted, The Birth, by CYNTHIA hasted. So may they Both, e're Day, Rise perfect everie Way. And, when the Babe to light is showne, Let it be, like each Parent, knowne; Much of the Fathers Face, More of the Mothers Grace: And eyther Grand-Sires Spirit, And Fame let it inherit. That Men may blesse th' Embraces, That ioyned two such Races. Cease Youths, and Virgins, you have done; Shut fast the Dore: And, as They soone To their Perfection hast, So may their ardors last. So eithers strength out-live All losse that Age can give: And, though full Yeares be tolde, Their Formes growe slowly olde. WHo art thou, thus that imitat'st my Grace, In Steppes, in Habite, and resembled Face? Grave Time, and Industry my Parents are; My Name is TRVTH, who through these sounds of War (Which figure the wise Mindes discursive fight) In Mists by Nature wrapt, salute the Light. I am that TRVTH, thou some illusive Spright; Whome to my likenesse, the blacke Sorceresse Night Hath of these drie, and empty fumes created. Best Herald of thine owne Birth, well related: Put me and mine to proofe of wordes, and facts, In any Question this faire Houre exacts. I challenge thee, and fit this Time of Love, With this Position, which TRVTH comes to prove; That the most honor'd state of Man and Wife, Doth farre exceede th'insociate Virgin-Life. I take the adverse part; and she that best Defends her side, be TRVTH by all confest.