Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
by’r lady we are like to have a long Lent out, Flesh will be flesh: now Gentlemen I had rather Have angered all the gods then that blind Gunner. I remember once the people did but flight him In a sacrifice: and what followed? Women kept their houses, grew good housewives, Honest forsooth, was not that fine? Wore their own faces, Though they wear gay clothes without surveying: And which was most lamentable, They loved their husbands. I do remember it to my grief, Young Maids were as cold as cucumbers, And much of that complexion: Bawds were abolished: and to which misery It must come again. There were no Cuckolds. Well, we had need pray to keep these Devils from us, The times grow mischievous. There he goes, Lord! This is a sacrilege I have not heard of: Would I were gelt, that I might not Feel what follows. And I too. You shall see within these Few years a fine confusion i'the country, mark it: Nay, and we grow for to depose the Powers, And set up Chastity again, well I ha' done. A fine new Goddess certainly, whose blessings Are hunger and hard beds. This comes of fullness, a sin too frequent with us; I believe now we shall find shorter commons. Would I were married, some what has some savour The race of Gentry will quite run out now, 'tis only left to husbands: if younger sisters Take not the greater charity 'tis lawful. Well, let come what will come, I am but one, and as the plague falls, I'll shape myself: If women will be honest, I'll be Sound, if the god be not too unmerciful, I'll take a little still where I can get it, And thank him, and say nothing. This ill wind yet may blow the City good, And let them (if they can) get their own children, They have hung long enough in doubt: but howsoever, the old way was the surer, than they had'em. Farewell my Lords, I'll e'en take up what Rent I can before the day, I fear the year will fall out ill. we'll with you Sir: And Love so favour us, As we are still thy servants. Come my Lords, Let's to the Duke, and tell him to what folly His doting now has brought him. Come my children, let your feet, In an even Measure meet: And your cheerful voices rise, For to present this Sacrifice Lo great Cupid, in whose name, I his Priest begin the same. Young men take your Loves and kiss, Thus our Cupid honoured is. Kiss again, and in your kissing, Let no promises be missing: Nor let any May den here, Dare to turn away her ear, Unto the whisper of her Love, But give Bracelet, Ring, or Glove, As a token to her sweeting, Of an after secret meeting: Now boy sing, to stick our hearts Fuller of great Cupid's darts.
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Berlady we are like to haue a long Lent out, Flesh will be flesh: now Gentlemen I had rather Haue angred all the gods then that blinde Gunner. I remember once the people did but flight him In a sacrifice: and what followed? Women kept their houses, grew good huswiues, Honest forsooth, was not that fine? Wore their owne faces, Though they weare gay cloathes without suruaying: And which was most lamentable, They lou'd their husbands. I doe remember it to my griefe, Young Mayds were as cold as Cowcumbors, And much of that complexion: Bawds were abolisht: and to which misery It must come againe. There were no Cuckolds. Well, wee had neede pray to keepe these Diuels from vs, The times grow mischieuous. There he goes, Lord! This is a sacriledge I haue not heard of: Would I were gelt, that I might not Feele what followes. And I too. You shall see within these Few yeeres a fine confusion i'the countrey, marke it: Nay, and we grow for to depose the Powers, And set vp Chastitie againe, well I ha done. A fine new Goddesse certainely, whose blessings Are hunger and hard bedds. This comes of fulnes, a sin too frequent with vs; I beleeue now we shall finde shorter commons. Would I were married, som what has some sauour The race of Gentry will quite run out now, Tis onely left to husbands: if younger sisters Take not the greater charitie tis lawfull. Well, let come what will come, I am but one, and as the plague falles, Ile shape my selfe: If women will be honest, Ile be Sound, if the god be not too vnmercifull, Ile take a little still where I can get it, And thanke him, and say nothing. This ill winde yet may blow the Citie good, And let them (if they can) get their owne children, They haue hung long enough in doubt: but howsoeuer, the old way was the surer, then they had'em. Farewell my Lords, Ile eene take vp what Rent I can before the day, I feare the yeere will fall out ill. Weele with you Sir: And Loue so fauour vs, As we are still thy seruants. Come my Lords, Lets to the Duke, and tell him to what folly His doting now has brought him. Come my children, let your feete, In an euen Measure meete: And your cheerefull voyces rise, For to present this Sacrifice Lo great Cupid, in whose name, I his Priest begin the same. Yong men take your Loues and kisse, Thus our Cupid honourd is. Kisse againe, and in your kissing, Let no promises be missing: Nor let any May den here, Dare to turne away her eare, Vnto the whisper of her Loue, But giue Bracelet, Ring, or Gloue, As a token to her sweeting, Of an after secret meeting: Now boy sing, to stcke our hearts Fuller of great Cupids darts.