Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.87 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
O doughty loves! here's more game for my mistress's net, or rather for mine. Nothing but Venus' smock or Cupid's wing shall wipe it dry; surmount thy wagging wanton wing to me, god Cupid. Are you there? I Orkt you once, and now I'll fit you for a Cupid. methinks I am grown very eloquent already; thanks sweet love; O now for my master Perindus, he has a fine cross cut with's arms, and yet that Ork-catcher Ataches has a pestilence carriage on's pate: the Nymphs believe him partly: so, so, so. Now Cupid do I come to thee, To thee, upon my barehead knee: Knee never barehead yet before, Before it begged at thy door. What? devout Cancrone knocking at Cupid's door? Ah Scrocca, thou hast corrupted the goodest verse! I was making my supplantation to Trusty Triton for good luck, and see if he have not heard me: our nets are returned. He might well hear thee for this once: for thou dost not trouble him often. But if I had not looked to them better than he had, we might have gone whistle for them: come Cancrone, will you go? Yes I warrant you, I'll peradventure my person in a Cockboat. Why then we'll take the galley foist. Go foist if you will, the burnt child dreads the water, and good men are scanty, make much of one, Cancrone. Well, if you come, you shall have us at the red roche. Yes, I'll fish on land for mermaids. This dogfish had almost put me out of my love-lesson. Now to thee again, courteous Cupid. All sunk and soused in soppy love, Cupid for thy mother's dove Help. All hail, Cancrone, according to thy wish I here am present great King of hearts, Duke of desires, Lord of love, whom mortals gentle Cupid do clepe. Be'st thou Cupid? thou art vile like our Conchylio. True, Cancrone, and lest the beams of my bright deity should with their lustre wound those infant eyes, I have vouchsafed in this form to appear, lo, thy Conchylio and thy Cupid here, what wouldst thou with me? I have a suit to your godship. So it be not your Ork-suite I embrace it: say on, my darling. I am in love as they say, but I cannot tell whom to be in love withal. Here are Nymphs enough, Urina, Olinda, Lilla, Glaucilla, Bobadilla, methinks that Boberdil sounds like a fine playfellow for me. No, I'll tell thee one, her name shall make thy mouth water. Make water in my mouth? that's Urina, I'll none of her, she's too high coloured. No, 'tis Cosma, the fisher's flame, the Shepherd's hope, whose beauty Pas admires. ay, but will you throw forth a good word for me? I tell thee I'll make her all to belove thee, she shall not rest till she meet thee here; but first I must arm thee with some magic charms. What be they? my chops would fain be champing them.
nodes 1056–1086 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 41 in this edition
Length
500 words · 723 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.869 (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)
O doutie loues! heres more game for my mistresses net, or rather for mine. Nothing but Venus smocke or Cupids wing shall wipe it dry; surmount thy wagging wanton wing to mee, god Cupid. Are you there? I Orkt you once, and now Ile fit you for a Cupid. Mee thinks I am growne very eloquent alreadie; thanks sweete loue; O now for my master Perindus, he has a fine crosse cut with's armes, and yet that Orke-catcher Ataches has a pesslence carriage on's pate: the Nymphs beleare him partly: so, so, so. Now Cupid doe I come to thee, To thee, vpon my bare-head knee: Knee neuer bare-head yet before, Before it begged at thy doore. What? deuout Cancrone knocking at Cupids doore? Ah Scrocca, thou hast corrupted the goodest verse! I was making my supplantation to Trustie Triton for good lucke, and see if he haue not heard mee: our nets are returnd. He might well heare thee for this once: for thou doest not trouble him often. But if I had not lookt to them better then he had, wee might haue gone whistle for them: come Cancrone, will you goe? Yes I warrant you, I'le peraduenture my person in a Cocke-boate. Why then wee'l take the gallie foist. Goe foist if you will, the burnt child dreads the water, and good men are scantie, make much of one, Cancrone. Well, if you come, you shall haue vs at the red roche. Yes, I'le fish on land for mermaids. This dog-fish had almost put mee out of my lue-lesson. Now to thee againe, courteous Cupid. All sunke and soust i soppy loue, Cupid for thy mothers doue Helpe. All haile, Cancrone, according to thy wish I here am present great King of hearts, Duke of desires, Lord of loue, whom mortals gentle Cupid doe ycleape. Beest thou Cupid? thou art vile like our Conchylio. True, Cancrone, and lest the beames of my bright deitie should with their lustre wound those infant eyes, I haue vochsaf't in this forme to appeare, lo, thy Conchylio and thy Cupid here, what wouldst thou with mee? I haue a suite to your godship. So it be not your Orke-suite I embrace it: say on, my darling. I am in loue as they say, but I cannot tell whom to be in loue withall. Here are Nymphs enow, Vrina, Olinda, Lilla, Glaucilla, Bobadilla, Mee thinks that Boberdil sounds like a fine play-fellow for mee. No, I'le tell thee one, her name shall make thy mouth water. Make water in my mouth? thats Vrina, I'le none of her, shee's too high colourd. No, tis Cosma, the fishers flame, the shepheards hope, whose beautie Pas admires. I, but will you throw forth a good word for mee? I tell thee I'le make her all to beloue thee, shee shall not rest til hee meete thee here; but first I must arme thee with some magicke charmes. What be they? my chops would faine be champing them.