The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 19 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 0.78 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Simple, I am sure: so, sir, look you, I should teach you to make a leg first, but these postures anon. Resplendent Mistress, for thy face doth far Excel all other, like a blazing Star We mortals wonder at, vouchsafe to cast Out of those sparkling Diamond eyes thou hast, A sacred Influence on thy vowed creature, That is confounded with thy form and feature. Admirable! Goddess of Cyprus. Stay, I do not like that word Cypress, for she'll think I mean to make Hatbands on her, cannot you call her Taffeta Goddess, or if you go to stuff, cloth a Gold were richer. Oh, there's a conceit, Cyprus is the emblem of morning, and here by Cyprus you declare how much you pine and mourn after her, sir. Very good, pray you go on. Goddess of Cyprus, Venus is a slut. Stay, who do I call slut now? the Goddess of Cyprus, Venus, or my Love? You do tell the Goddess, that Venus is a slut. I do so. For thou art Venus fair, and she is not. How is she Venus' fair, when then I call her slut to her face? No, sir, your Love is Venus fair, and she is not: That makes plain the other, that she is a slut. O that I were a flea upon thy lip, There would I suck for ever, and not skip. Suck? That is, you would not bite her by the lip. Or if thou thinkst I there too high am placed, I'll be content to suck below thy waste. Which side she please. Thy foot I'd willing kiss, but that I know, Thou wouldst not have thy servant stoop so low. She will give you leave to kiss higher. Oh speak thou, wilt be mine? and I will be The truest Worm e'er trod on shoe to thee. Worm? By Worm you do insinuate and wriggle yourself into your affection, and she by shoe will conceive your desire the length of her foot: how do you like it, sir? I would not for forty pounds but I had come to compliment: why, I shall be able in a small time to put down a reasonable Gentlewoman. Oh, any ordinary Lady, you must get it without Book. Now to make your legs. I have two made to my hands. Oh, by no means, your legs are made to your feet. Beauty and graces dwell upon the face Of my disciple Delia. Muses inspire you: what, at study? Negotiating a little with the Muses. See me salute her. As many happinesses wait on Delia, As beams shoot from the Sun this pleasant morn. As many thanks requite you, as that Sun Is old in minutes since the day begun. What's she, Curculio? Her Mistress's best movable, a Chambermaid. She is an early riser: at School so soon?
nodes 527–577 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 44 in this edition
Length
477 words · 619 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)
Simple, I am sure: so, sir, looke you, I should teach you to make a leg first, but these postures anon. Resplendent Mistris, for thy face doth farre Excell all other, like a blazing Starre We mortals wonder at, vouchsafe to cast Out of those sparkling Diamond eyes thou hast, A sacred Influence on thy vowed creature, That is confounded with thy forme and feature. Admirable! Goddesse of Cyprus. Stay, I doe not like that word Cypres, for shee'le thinke I meane to make Hatbands on her, cannot you call her Taffata Goddesse, or if you goe to stuffe, cloth a Gold were richer. Oh, there's a conceit, Cyprus is the embleme of morning, and here by Cyprus you declare how much you pine and mourne after her, sir. Very good, pray you goe on. Goddesse of Cyprus, Venus is a slut. Stay, who doe I call slut now? the Goddesse of Cyprus, Venus, or my Loue? You doe tell the Goddesse, that Venus is a slut. I doe so. For thou art Venus faire, and she is not. How is she Venus faire, when then I call her slut to her face? No, sir, your Loue is Venus faire, and shee is not: That makes plaine the other, that she is a slut. O that I were a flea vpon thy lip, There would I sucke for euer, and not skip. Sucke? That is, you would not bite her by the lip. Or if thou thinkst I there too high am plast, Ile be content to sucke below thy waste. Which side she please. Thy foote I'de willing kisse, but that I know, Thou wouldst not haue thy seruant stoope so low. She will giue you leaue to kisse higher. Oh speake thou, wilt be mine? and I will be The truest Worme e're trod on shoo to thee. Worme? By Worme you doe insinuate and wriggle your selfe into your affection, and shee by shoo will conceiue your desire the length of her foote: how doe you like it, sir? I would not for forty pounds but I had come to complement: why, I shall bee able in a small time to put downe a reasonable Gentlewoman. Oh, any ordinary Lady, you must get it without Booke. Now to make your legs. I haue two made to my hands. Oh, by no meanes, your legs are made to your feete. Beauty and graces dwell vpon the face Of my disciple Delia. Muses inspire you: what, at study? Negotiating a little with the Muses. See me salute her. As many happinesses waite on Delia, As beames shoote from the Sunne this pleasant morne. As many thankes requite you, as that Sunne Is old in minutes since the day begun. What's she, Curculio? Her Mistresses best moueable, a Chamber-maide. She is an early riser: at Schoole so soone?