Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
In this eye I see That fire that shall in me inflame the Mother, And that in this shall set on fire the Daughter. It goes Sir in a blood; believe me brother, These destinies go ever in a blood. These diseases do, brother, take heed of them: Fare you well; Take heed you be not baffled. Now thou that art the third blind Deity That governs earth in all her happiness, The life of all endowments, Confidence; Direct and prosper my intention. Command thy servant Deities, Love and Fortune To second my attempts for this great Lady, Whose Page I lately was; That she, whose board I might not sit at, I may board a-bed And under bring, who bore so high her head. 'TIs miraculous that you tell me Sir: he come to woo our Lady Mistress for his wife? 'Tis a frenzy he is possessed with, and will not be cured but by some violent remedy. And you shall favour me so much to make me a spectator of the Scene. But is she (say you) already accessible for Suitors? I thought she would have stood so stiffly on her Widow vow, that she would not endure the sight of a Suitor. Faith Sir, Penelope could not bar her gates against her wooers, but she will still be Mistress of herself. It is as you know, a certain Itch in female blood, they love to be sued to: but she'll hearken to no Suitors. But by your leave Lycus, Penelope is not so wise as her husband Ulysses, for he fearing the jaws of the Siren, stopped his ears with wax against her voice. They that fear the adder's sting, will not come near her hissing. Is any Suitor with her now? A Spartan Lord, dating himself our great viceroy's Kinsman, and two or three other of his Country Lords, as spots in his train. He comes armed with his Altitudes letters in grace of his person, with promise to make her a Duchess if she embrace the match. This is no mean attraction to her high thoughts; but yet she disdains him. And how then shall my brother presume of acceptance? yet I hold it much more under her contentment, to marry such a Nasty braggart, then under her honour to wed my brother: A Gentleman (though I say't) more honourably descended than that Lord: who perhaps, for all his Ancestry would be much troubled to name you the place where his Father was borne. Nay, I hold no comparison betwixt your brother & him. And the Venerean disease, to which they say, he has been long wedded, shall I hope first rot him, ere she endure the savour of his Sulphurous breath. Well, her Ladyship is at hand; you're best take you to your stand. Thanks good friend Lycus. I Admire madam, you can not love whom the Viceroy loves.
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In this eie I see That fire that shall in me inflame the Mother, And that in this shall set on fire the Daughter. It goes Sir in a bloud; beleeue me brother, These destinies goe euer in a bloud. These diseases doe, brother, take heede of them: Fare you well; Take heede you be not baffeld. Now thou that art the third blind Deitie That gouernes earth in all her happinesse, The life of all endowments, Confidence; Direct and prosper my intention. Command thy seruant Deities, Loue and Fortune To second my attempts for this great Ladie, Whose Page I lately was; That shee, whose bord I might not sit at, I may boord a bed And vnder bring, who bore so high her head. 'TIs miraculous that you tell me Sir: he come to woo our Ladie Mistris for his wife? 'Tis a phrensie he is possest with, and wil not be cur'd but by some violent remedie. And you shall fauour me so much to make me a spectator of the Scene. But is shee (say you) alreadie accessible for Suiters? I thought shee would haue stood so stifly on her Widdow vow, that shee would not endure the sight of a Suiter. Faith Sir, Penelope could not barre her gates against her woers, but shee will still be Mistris of her selfe. It is as you know, a certaine Itch in femall bloud, they loue to be su'd to: but sheele hearken to no Suiters. But by your leaue Lycus, Penelope is not so wise as her husband Vlysses, for he fearing the iawes of the Syren, stopt his eares with waxe against her voice. They that feare the Adders sting, will not come neare her hissing. Is any Suiter with her now? A Spartan Lord, dating himselfe our great Viceroies Kinsman, and two or three other of his Countrie Lords, as spots in his train. He comes armed with his Altitudes letters in grace of his person, with promise to make her a Duchesse if shee embrace the match. This is no meane attraction to her high thoughts; but yet shee disdaines him. And how then shall my brother presume of acceptance? yet I hold it much more vnder her contentment, to marrie such a Nastie braggart, then vnder her honour to wed my brother: A Gentleman (though I sai't) more honourably descended than that Lord: who perhaps, for all his Ancestrie would bee much troubled to name you the place where his Father was borne. Nay, I hold no comparison betwixt your brother & him. And the Venerean disease, to which they say, he has beene long wedded, shall I hope first rot him, ere shee endure the sauour of his Sulphurous breath. Well, her Ladiship is at hand; y'are best take you to your stand. Thankes good friend Lycus. I Admire Madame, you can not loue whome the Viceroy loues.