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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
This wench is learned; And what sales he? That when a man dies, the last thing that moves is his heart, in a woman her tongue. Right; and adds further, that you women are a kind of spinners; if their legs be plucked off, yet still they'll wag them; so will you your tongues. With what an easy change does this same weakness Of women, slip from one extreme t' another? All these attractions take no hold of her; No not to take refection; 'T must not be thus. Well said wench; Tickle that Helicon. But shall we quit the field with this disgrace Given to our Oratory? Both not gain So much ground of her as to make her eat? Faith the truth is sir; you are no fit Organ For this business; 'tis quite out of your Element: Let us alone, she'll eat I have no fear; A woman's tongue best fits a woman's ear. Ioue never did employ Mercurie, But Iris for his Messenger to Iuno. Come, let me kiss thee wench; wilt undertake To make thy Mistress eat? It shall go hard Sir But I will make her turn flesh and blood, And learn to live as other mortals do. Well said: the morning hasts; next night expect me. With more provision good Sir. Very good. And bring more wine. What else; shalt have enough: O Cynthia, heir of her bright purity, Whose name thou dost inherit; Thou disdainest (Severed from all concretion) to feed Upon the base food of gross Elements. Thou all art soul; All immortality. Thou fasts for Nectar and Ambrosia, Which till thou find'st, and eatest above the stars, To all food here thou bid'st celestial wars. So; let's air our dampish spirits, almost stifled in this gross muddy Element. How sweet a breath the calmness of the night inspires the air withal? Well said; Now you're yourself: did not I tell you how sweet an operation the soldiers bottle had? And if there be such virtue in the bottle; what is there in the Soldier? know, and acknowledge his worth when he comes in any case Mistress. So Maid, God's my patience? did you look forsooth that Iuno should have sent you meat from her own Trencher, in reward of your widows tears? you might sit and sigh first till your heartstrings broke, I'll able't. I fear me thy lips have gone so oft to the bottle, that thy tongue-strings are come broken home. Faith the truth is, my tongue hath been so long tied up, that 'tis covered with rust, & I rub it against my palate as we do suspected coins, to try whether it be currant or no. But now Mistress for an upshot of this bottle; let's have one carouse to the good speed of my old Master, and the good speed of my new. So damsel. You must pledge it, here's to it. Do me right I pray. You say I must.
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This wench is learned; And what sales he? That when a man dies, the last thing that moues is his heart, in a woman her tongue. Right; and addes further, that you women are a kind of spinners; if their legs be pluckt off, yet still they'le wag them; so will you your tongues. With what an easie change does this same weaknesse Of women, slip from one extreame t' another? All these attractions take no hold of her; No not to take refection; 'T must not be thus. Well said wench; Tickle that Helicon. But shall we quit the field with this disgrace Giuen to our Oratorie? Both not gaine So much ground of her as to make her eate? Faith the truth is sir; you are no fit Organe For this businesse; Tis quite out of your Element: Let vs alone, sheele eate I haue no feare; A womans tongue best fits a womans eare. Ioue neuer did employ Mercurie, But Iris for his Messenger to Iuno. Come, let me kisse thee wench; wilt vndertake To make thy Mistris eate? It shall goe hard Sir But I will make her turne flesh and bloud, And learne to liue as other mortalls doe. Well said: the morning hasts; next night expect me. With more prouision good Sir. Very good. And bring more wine. What else; shalt haue enough: O Cynthia, heire of her bright puritie, Whose name thou dost inherit; Thow disdainst (Seuer'd from all concretion) to feede Vpon the base foode of grosse Elements. Thou all art soule; All immortalitie. Thou fasts for Nectar and Ambrosia, Which till thou find'st, and eat'st aboue the starres, To all foode here thou bidd'st celestiall warrs. So; lets aire our dampish spirits, almost stifl'd in this grose muddie Element. How sweet a breath the calmnesse of the night inspires the aire withall? Well said; Now y'are your selfe: did not I tell you how sweet an operation the Souldiers bottle had? And if there be such vertue in the bottle; what is there in the Souldier? know, and acknowledge his worth when hee comes in any case Mistris. So Maide, Gods my patience? did you looke forsooth that Iuno should haue sent you meate from her owne Trencher, in reward of your widdowes teares? you might sit and sigh first till your heart-strings broke, Ile able't. I feare me thy lips haue gone so oft to the bottle, that thy tongue-strings are come broken home. Faith the truth is, my tongue hath beene so long tied vp, that tis couer'd with rust, & I rub it against my pallat as wee doe suspected coines, to trie whether it bee currant or no. But now Mistris for an vpshot of this bottle; let's haue one carouse to the good speede of my old Master, and the good speede of my new. So Damzell. You must pledge it, here's to it. Doe me right I pray. You say I must.