The Masque at Lord Haddington's Marriage (The Hue and Cry after the Fugitive Cupid) · chunk 1 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1608 [Feb 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 431 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
IT is no common cause, yee will conceiue, My louely Graces, makes your goddesse leaue Her state in heauen, to night, to visit earth. Loue late is fled away, my eldest birth, CVPID, whom I did ioy to call my sonne; And, whom long absent, VENVS is vndone. Spie, if you can, his foot-steps on this greene; For here (as I am told) he late hath beene. With diuers of his brethren, lending light From their best flames, to guild a glorious night; Which I not grudge at, being done for her, Whose honors, to mine owne, I still prefer. But he, not yet returning, I'am in feare, Some gentle grace, or innocent beautie here, Be taken with him: or he hath surpris'd A second PSYCHE, and liues here disguis'd. Find yee no tract of his stray'd feet? Not I. Nor I. Nor I. Stay nymphs, we then will trie A neerer way. Looke all these ladies eyes, And see if there he not concealed lyes; Or in their bosomes, 'twixt their swelling brests: (The wag affects to make himselfe such nests) Perchance, he'hath got some simple heart, to hide His subtle shape in: I will haue him cry'd. And all his vertues told. That, when they know What spright he is, shee soone may let him goe, That guards him now; and thinke her selfe right blest, To be so timely rid of such a guest. Begin soft GRACES, and proclaime reward To her that brings him in. Speake, to be heard. Beauties, haue yee seene this toy, Called loue, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind, Cruell now; and then as kind? If he be amongst yee, say; He is VENVS run-away. Shee, that will but now discouer Where the winged wag doth houer, Shall, to night, receiue a kisse, How, or where her selfe would wish: But, who brings him to his mother, Shall haue that kisse, and another. H' hath of markes about him plentie: You shall know him, among twentie. All his body is a fire, And his breath a flame entire, That being shot, like lightning, in, Wounds the heart, but not the skin. At his sight, the sunne hath turned, NEPTVNE in the waters, burned; Hell hath felt a greater heate: IOVE himselfe forsooke his seate: From the center, to the skie, Are his trophaees reared hie. Wings he hath, which though yee clip, He will leape from lip, to lip, Ouer liuer, lights, and heart, But not stay in any part; And, if chance his arrow misses, He will shoot himselfe, in kisses.
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IT is no common cause, yee will conceiue, My louely Graces, makes your goddesse leaue Her state in heauen, to night, to visit earth. Loue late is fled away, my eldest birth, CVPID, whom I did ioy to call my sonne; And, whom long absent, VENVS is vndone. Spie, if you can, his foot-steps on this greene; For here (as I am told) he late hath beene. With diuers of his brethren, lending light From their best flames, to guild a glorious night; Which I not grudge at, being done for her, Whose honors, to mine owne, I still prefer. But he, not yet returning, I'am in feare, Some gentle grace, or innocent beautie here, Be taken with him: or he hath surpris'd A second PSYCHE, and liues here disguis'd. Find yee no tract of his stray'd feet? Not I. Nor I. Nor I. Stay nymphs, we then will trie A neerer way. Looke all these ladies eyes, And see if there he not concealed lyes; Or in their bosomes, 'twixt their swelling brests: (The wag affects to make himselfe such nests) Perchance, he'hath got some simple heart, to hide His subtle shape in: I will haue him cry'd. And all his vertues told. That, when they know What spright he is, shee soone may let him goe, That guards him now; and thinke her selfe right blest, To be so timely rid of such a guest. Begin soft GRACES, and proclaime reward To her that brings him in. Speake, to be heard. Beauties, haue yee seene this toy, Called loue, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind, Cruell now; and then as kind? If he be amongst yee, say; He is VENVS run-away. Shee, that will but now discouer Where the winged wag doth houer, Shall, to night, receiue a kisse, How, or where her selfe would wish: But, who brings him to his mother, Shall haue that kisse, and another. H' hath of markes about him plentie: You shall know him, among twentie. All his body is a fire, And his breath a flame entire, That being shot, like lightning, in, Wounds the heart, but not the skin. At his sight, the sunne hath turned, NEPTVNE in the waters, burned; Hell hath felt a greater heate: IOVE himselfe forsooke his seate: From the center, to the skie, Are his trophaees reared hie. Wings he hath, which though yee clip, He will leape from lip, to lip, Ouer liuer, lights, and heart, But not stay in any part; And, if chance his arrow misses, He will shoot himselfe, in kisses.