Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Blame her not Mistress, if her looks show care. Excuse the Merchant's sadness that hath made A doubtful venture of his whole estate; His livelihood, his hopes, in one poor bottom, To all encounters of the Sea and storms. Had you a husband that you loved as well, Would you not take his absent plight as ill? Cavil at every fancy? Not an object That could present itself, but it would forge Some vain objection, that did doubt his safety; True love is ever full of jealousy. jealous? of what? of every little journey? Mere fancy then is wanton; and doth cast At those sleight dangers there, too doting glances; Misgiving minds ever provoke mischances: Shines not the Sun in his way bright as here? Is not the air as good? what hazard doubt you? His horse may stumble if it please your Honour; The rain may wet, the wind may blow on him; Many shrewd hazards watch poor travailers. True, and the shrewdest thou hast reckoned us. Good sister, these cares fit young married wives. wives should be still young in their husband's loves. Time bears no Sith should bear down them before him. Our lives he may cut short, but not our loves. Sister be wise, and ship not in one Bark, All your ability: if he miscarry, Your well tried wisdom should look on't for new. I wish them happy winds that run that course, From me 'tis far; One Temple sealed our troth. One Tomb, one hour shall end, and shroud us both. Well, you're a Phoenix, there be that your cheer Love, with your husband be, your wisdom here. Hark, our sports challenge it; Sit dearest Mistress. Take your place worthiest servant. Serve me heaven. As I my heavenly Mistress, Sit rare sister. Hymen descends; and six Syluanes enter beneath, with Torches. A hall, a hall: let no more Citizens in there. O, Not my cozen see; but Hymen's self. He does become it most enflamingly. Hail honoured Bridegroom, and his Princely bride With the most famed for virtue, Cynthia; And this young Lady, bright Laodice, One rich hope of this noblest Family. Hark how he courts: he is enamoured too. O grant it Venus, and be ever honoured. In grace and love of you, I Hymen searched The groves and thickets that embrace this Palace With this clear-flamed, and good aboding Torch For summons of these fresh and flowery Syluans, To this fair presence; with their winding Haies, Active and antic dances to delight Your frolic eyes, and help to celebrate These noblest nuptials; which great Destiny, Ordained past custom and all vulgar object To be the readvancement of a house, Noble and Princely, and restore this Palace To that name, that six hundred Summers since Was in possession of this bridegrooms Ancestors, The ancient and most virtue-famed Lysandri. Syluans! the Courtships you make to your Dryads, Use to this great Bride, and these other Dames, And heighten with your sports, my nuptial flames.
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Blame her not Mistris, if her lookes shew care. Excuse the Merchants sadnesse that hath made A doubtfull venture of his whole estate; His liuelyhood, his hopes, in one poore bottome, To all encounters of the Sea and stormes. Had you a husband that you lou'd as well, Would you not take his absent plight as ill? Cauill at euery fancie? Not an obiect That could present it selfe, but it would forge Some vaine obiection, that did doubt his safetie; True loue is euer full of iealousie. Iealous? of what? of euery little iourney? Meere fancie then is wanton; and doth cast At those sleight dangers there, too doting glances; Misgiuing mindes euer prouoke mischances: Shines not the Sunne in his way bright as here? Is not the aire as good? what hazard doubt you? His horse may stumble if it please your Honour; The raine may wet, the winde may blow on him; Many shrewd hazards watch poore trauailers. True, and the shrewdest thou hast reckend vs. Good sister, these cares fit yong married wiues. Wiues should be stil yong in their husbands loues. Time beares no Sythe should bear down them before him. Our liues he may cut short, but not our loues. Sister be wise, and ship not in one Barke, All your abilitie: if he miscarrie, Your well tried wisedome should looke ont for new. I wish them happie windes that runne that course, From me tis farre; One Temple seal'd our troth. One Tomb, one houre shall end, and shroud vs both. Well, y'are a Phoenix, there be that your cheere Loue, with your husband be, your wisedome here. Hearke, our sports challenge it; Sit dearest Mistris. Take your place worthiest seruant. Serue me heauen. As I my heauenly Mistris, Sit rare sister. Hymen descends; and sixe Syluanes enter beneath, with Torches. A hall, a hall: let no more Citizens in there. O, Not my Cosen see; but Hymens selfe. He does become it most enflamingly. Haile honor'd Bridegroom, and his Princely bride With the most fam'd for vertue, Cynthia; And this yong Ladie, bright Laodice, One rich hope of this noblest Familie. Hearke how he courts: he is enamour'd too. O grant it Venus, and be euer honour'd. In grace and loue of you, I Hymen searcht The groues and thickets that embrace this Palace With this clear-stam'd, and good aboding Torch For summons of these fresh and flowrie Syluans, To this faire presence; with their winding Haies, Actiue and Antique dances to delight Your frolick eies, and helpe to celebrate These noblest nuptialls; which great Destinie, Ordain'd past custome and all vulgar obiect To be the readuancement of a house, Noble and Princely, and restore this Palace To that name, that sixe hunderd Summers since Was in possession of this Bridegroomes Ancetors, The ancient and most vertue-fam'd Lysandri. Syluans! the Courtships you make to your Dryads, Vse to this great Bride, and these other Dames, And heighten with your sports, my nuptiall flames.