Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Sicelides (The Sicilians) · chunk 5 of 41

Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals)
pastoral · at University
unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 475 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.

The fruit of jealousy is ever cursed, But when 'tis grafted in a crab 'tis worst. Bad in a man, but monstrous in a woman, And which the greater monster hard to know Then jealous Circe, or loathed Scylla now After when time had eased his grief for Scylla, Circe with charms, and prayers and gifts had won him Her love she reaped in that high rocky frame, Which ever since hath borne fair Circe's name: The Moon her fainting light 10 times had fed, And 10 times more her globe had emptied: When two fair twins she brought, whose beauteous shine, Did plainly prove their parents were divine. The male Thalander, the female called Glaucilla, And now to youth arrived so fair they are That with them but themselves who may compare, All else excelling; each as fair as other Thus best compared the sister with the brother. So lively to the ear thy speeches show them, That I must half affect before I know them. Vain words that think to blaze so great perfection, Their perfectness more proves words imperfection. But if these words some little sparkle move, How would their sight inflame thy soul with love? Scarce did his hair betray his blooming years, When with his budding youth his love appears, myself and sister equally he loves, And as on those two poles heaven ever moves So on us two his soul still fixed, still loving Was ever constant, by his constant moving: Yet never knew we which was most respected, Both equally and both he most affected. In me his worthy love with just reflection, Kindled an equal and a like affection, But she my sister most ungrateful maid, With hate, ah hateful vice, his love repaid. Ceased he not then to love? this sure we hold That love not back reflected soon grows cold. No though all spite within her bosom swelled, Spite of her spite his love her hate excelled; At length to show how much he was neglected, His rival ugly rival she affected: Such rival could I wish whose foul distortion, Would make seem excellent a mean proportion, For Mago, thus his hated rival's named) All black and foul, most strange and ugly framed Begot by Saturn, on a seaborn witch, Resembling both, his hairs like threads of pitch Distorted feet, and eyes sunk in his head: His face dead pale, and seemed but moving lead Yet worse within, for in his heart to dwell His mother's furies have their darkest hell. Yet when Thalander wooed her, she neglects him, And when this monster flattered she respects him. is't possible. troth Sir but that I fear me, If I should speak some women should over: hear me: Meet thinks I now could rail on all their kinds, But who can sound the depth of women's minds?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlaySicelides (The Sicilians)
AuthorFletcher, Phineas
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1615 [Mar 13]
First performance (BritDrama)1615 [Mar]
Theaterat University;
Genre (British Drama)pastoral
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 957 · TCP A00979 · DEEP 768
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 267–324 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 41 in this edition
Length475 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphs at 0.633
Other seedsseed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The fruite of iealousie is euer curst, But when tis grafted in a crab tis worst. Bad in a man, but monstrous in a woman, And which the greater monster hard to know Then ielous Circe, or loath'd Scylla now After when time had easd his greife for Scylla, Circe with charmes, and prayers and gifts had wone him Her lou shee reapt in that high rocky frame, Which euer since hath borne faire Circes name: The Moone her fainting light 10 times had fed, And 10 times more her globe had emptied: When two fayre twins she brought, whose beauteous shine, Did plainly proue their parents were diuine. The male Thalander, the female calld Glaucilla, And now to youth arriu'd so faire they are That with them but themselues who may compare, All else excelling; each as faire as other Thus best compard the sister with the brother. So liuely to the eare thy speeches show them, That I must halfe affect before I know them. Vaine words that thinke to blase so great perfection, Their perfectnes more proues words imperfection. But if these words some little sparkle moue, How would their sight inflame thy soule with loue? Scarce did his haire betray his blooming yeares, When with his budding youth his loue appeares, My selfe and sister equally he loues, And as on those two poles heauen euer moues So on vs two his soule still fixt, still louing Was euer constant, by his constant mouing: Yet neuer knew wee which was most respected, Both equally and both he most affected. In mee his worthy loue with iust reflexion, Kindled an equall and a like affection, But shee my sister most vngratefull maide, With hate, ah hatefull vice, his loue repaide Cea'st he not then to loue? this sure wee hold That loue not backe reflected soone grows cold. No though all spite within her bosome sweld, Spite of her spite his loue her hate exceld; At length to shew how much he was neglected, His riuall vgly riuall shee affected: Such riuall could I wish whose foule distortion, Would make seeme excellent a meane proportion, For Mago, thus his hated riuall's nam'd) All blacke and foule, most strang and vgly fram'd Begot by Saturne, on a sea-borne witch, Resembling both, his haires like threeds of pitch Distorted feete, and eyes suncke in his head: His face dead pale, and seem'd but moouing lead Yet worse within, for in his heart to dwell His mothers furies haue their darkest hell. Yet when Thalander woo'd her, shee neglects him, And when this monster flatterd shee respects him. I't possible. troth Sir but that I feare mee, If I should speake some women should ore: heare me: Meet thinks I now could raile on all their kinds, But who can sound the depth of womens minds?