Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.78 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I: with a twink. Before you can say come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, so, so: Each one tripping on his Toe, Will be here with mop, and mow. Do you love me Master? no? dearly, my delicate Ariell: do not approach Till thou dost hear me call. Well: I conceive. Look thou be true: do not give dalliance Too much the reign: the strongest oaths, are straw To th' fire i'th' blood: be more abstemious, Or else good night your vow. I warrant you, Sir, The white cold virgin Snow, upon my heart Abates the ardour of my Liver. Well. Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary, Rather than want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. No tongue: all eyes: be silent. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas Of Wheat, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oats and Pease; Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where live nibbling Sheep, And flat Medes thetchd with Stover, them to keep: Thy banks with pioned, and twilled brims Which spongy April, at thy hest betrims; To make cold Nymphs chaste crowns; & thy broome-groves; Whose shadow the dismissed Bachelor loves, Being lasse-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard, And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard, Where thou thyself dost air, the Queen o' th' Sky, Whose watery Arch, and messenger, am I. Bids thee leave these, & with her sovereign grace, Here on this grassplot, in this very place To come, and sport: here Peacocks fly amain: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Hail, many-coloured Messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Iupiter: Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey drops, refreshing showers, And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my vnshrubd down, Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queen Summoned me hither, to this short grased Greene? A contract of true Love, to celebrate, And some donation freely to estate On the blessed Lovers. Tell me heavenly Bow, If Venus or her Son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the Queen? since they did plot The means, that dusky Dis, my daughter got, Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company, I have forsworn. Of her society Be not afraid: I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done Some wanton charm, upon this Man and Maid, Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid Till Hymen's Torch be lighted: but in vain, Mars' hot Minion is returned again, Her waspish headed son, has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with Sparrows, And be a Boy right out. Highest Queen of State, Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate. How does my bounteous sister? go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honoured in their Issue.
nodes 1460–1528 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 33 in this edition
Length
474 words · 717 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: T24 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I: with a twincke. Before you can ſay come, and goe, And breathe twice; and cry, ſo, ſo: Each one tripping on his Toe, Will be here with mop, and mowe. Doe you loue me Maſter? no? Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach Till thou do'ſt heare me call. Well: I conceiue. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance Too much the raigne: the ſtrongeſt oathes, are ſtraw To th' fire ith' blood: be more abſtenious, Or elſe good night your vow. I warrant you, Sir, The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart Abates the ardour of my Liuer. Well. Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary, Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. No tongue: all eyes: be ſilent. Ceres, moſt bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Peaſe; Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe, And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe: Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims Which ſpungie Aprill, at thy heſt betrims; To make cold Nymphes chaſt crownes; & thy broome-groues; Whoſe ſhadow the diſmiſſed Batchelor loues, Being laſſe-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard, And thy Sea-marge ſtirrile, and rockey-hard, Where thou thy ſelfe do'ſt ayre, the Queene o' th Skie, Whoſe watry Arch, and meſſenger, am I. Bids thee leaue theſe, & with her ſoueraigne grace, Here on this graſſe-plot, in this very place To come, and ſport: here Peacocks flye amaine: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine. Haile, many-coloured Meſſenger, that nere Do'ſt diſobey the wife of Iupiter: Who, with thy ſaffron wings, vpon my flowres Diffuſeſt hony drops, refreſhing ſhowres, And with each end of thy blew bowe do'ſt crowne My boskie acres, and my vnſhrubd downe, Rich ſcarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene Summond me hither, to this ſhort gras'd Greene? A contract of true Loue, to celebrate, And ſome donation freely to eſtate On the bles'd Louers. Tell me heauenly Bowe, If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'ſt know, Doe now attend the Queene? ſince they did plot The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got, Her, and her blind-Boyes ſcandald company, I haue forſworne. Of her ſocietie Be not afraid: I met her deitie Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide, Whoſe vowes are, that no bed-right ſhall be paid Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine, Marſes hot Minion is returnd againe, Her waſpiſh headed ſonne, has broke his arrowes, Swears he will ſhoote no more, but play with Sparrows, And be a Boy right out. Higheſt Queene of State, Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate. How do's my bounteous ſiſter? goe with me To bleſſe this twaine, that they may proſperous be, And honourd in their Iſſue.