The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 8 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.77 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
If I fail, call me Spider-catcher. Mum, not a word, if all hit right, we may Laugh all our melancholy thoughts away. If I were a woman, now could I fall in love with myself: everybody tells me I am the properest Gentleman in the Town, and I put it up, for the truth is, I dare not give any one the lie, a pox a fighting, I can look as big as another, but shall I be such an Ass, to venture myself with beasts? for they say, your swords most commonly are Foxes, and have notable metal in'em; let me see, I am now at Rufaldo's my father in Law that must be, here he is. Master Rufaldo, if you had been my own father, as you are but like to be my father in Law, I should have proved myself a fool, by this hand I should not have known you, why, how brisk and neat, and youthful he is! I am something altered I confess, since I saw you. By this flesh that shines, a man would not take you to be above five or six and thirty at most, how came this? just as Gasparo told me, 'tis apparent, nay, nay, son, forbear to be inquisitive, I confess I am abated of my age, the power of Love, and so forth, but I see your fire of love is not out too. No, mine was but raked up in the embers. Why, this Love does make us all ingenious too: come sit down, saving your tail sir, a cushion, we may discourse with the more case. Pray, how does my Sweetheart Mistress Hillaria. she is very well, ha son, I am in love too: son I call you, I hope you will get my daughter's goodwill, but you'll find her peevish. No matter, sir, for that, I would not have her easily, I would sweat for her, I'll warrant, I'll make her love me. Look you can you read, I made a ditty to send to my Mistress, and my Musician that I keep in my house, to teach my daughter, hath set it to a very good air, he tells me: you shall hear and judge of it, I hear him tuning his Instrument. God of War to Cupid yield, He is Master of the field, He with Arrow hits the heart, Thou with Lance the worser part. Cupid greater is then Ioue, Since he wounded was with love, Nay, in power by much odds He excels the other gods. Love transformed Ioue to a Swan, Made Ulysses a mad man, But Rufaldo it does make Young for his Selina's sake. How do you relish it, ha? I troth the Ditty is as pretty an air as ere I saw, 'tis divided into three regions too, I warrant you, can make Ballads easily. Oh fie, they are barbarous and ignoble, that's beggarly.
nodes 187–214 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 44 in this edition
Length
488 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.766 (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)
If I faile, call me Spider-catcher. Mum, not a word, if all hit right, we may Laugh all our melancholy thoughts away. If I were a woman, now could I fall in loue with my selfe: euery body tels me I am the proprest Gentleman in the Towne, and I put it vp, for the truth is, I dare not giue any one the lye, a pox a fighting, I can looke as big as another, but shall I be such an Asse, to venture my selfe with beasts? for they say, your swords most commonly are Foxes, and haue notable mettall in'em; let me see, I am now at Rufaldoes my father in Law that must be, here he is. Master Rufaldo, if you had beene my owne father, as you are but like to be my father in Law, I should haue prou'd my selfe a foole, by this hand I should not haue knowne you, why, how briske and neate, and youthfull he is! I am something altered I confesse, since I saw you. By this flesh that shines, a man would not take you to be aboue fiue or sixe and thirty at most, how came this? Iust as Gasparo told me, 'tis apparent, nay, nay, sonne, forbeare to be inquisitiue, I confesse I am abated of my age, the power of Loue, and so forth, but I see your fire of loue is not out too. No, mine was but raked vp in the embers. Why, this Loue does make vs all ingenious too: come sit downe, sauing your tayle sir, a cushion, we may discourse with the more case. Pray, how does my Sweet-heart Mistris Hillaria. Shee is very well, ha sonne, I am in loue too: son I call you, I hope you will get my daughters good-will, but youle finde her peeuish. No matter, sir, for that, I would not haue her easily, I would sweat for her, Ile warrant, Ile make her loue me. Looke you can you read, I made a ditty to send to my Mistris, and my Musician that I keepe in my house, to teach my daughter, hath set it to a very good aire, he tels me: you shall heare and iudge of it, I heare him tuning his Instrument. God of Warre to Cupid yeeld, He is Master of the field, He with Arrow hits the heart, Thou with Lance the worser part. Cupid greater is then Ioue, Since he wounded was with loue, Nay, in power by much ods He excels the other gods. Loue transform'd Ioue to a Swan, Made Vlysses a mad man, But Rufaldo it does make Young for his Selinas sake. How doe you relish it, ha? Itroth the Ditty is as pretty an ayer as ere I saw, 'tis diuided into three regions too, I warrant you, can make Ballads easily. Oh fie, they are barbarous and ignoble, that's beggerly.