Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Chloridia: Rites to Chloris and Her Nymphs · chunk 1 of 3

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 [Feb 22] (Annals)
masque · before the Court
T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.74 · 327 words

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

Come forth, come forth, the gentle Spring, And carry the glad news, I bring, To Earth, our common mother: It is decreed, by all the Gods The Heaven, of Earth shall have no odds, But one shall love another: Their glories they shall mutual make, Earth look on Heaven, for heaven's sake; Their honour's shall be even: All emulation cease, and jars; Ioue will have Earth to have her stars And lights, no less than Heaven. It is already done, in flowers As fresh and new as are the hours, By warmth of yonder Sun. But will be multiplied on us, If from the breath of ZEPHYRUS Like favour we have won. Give all to him: His is the dew, The heat, the humour, Beloved of the Spring! The Sun, the Wind, the Verdure! That wisest Nature cause can call Of quickening any thing. Fair Maid, but are you come to dwell, And tarry with is here? Fresh Fountains, I am come to tell A tale in yond soft ear, Whereof the murmur will do well: If you your parts will bear. Our purlings wait upon the Spring. Go up with me, then: help to sing The story to the King. Cupid hath ta'en offence of late At all the Gods, that of the State, And in their Council, he was so deserted, Not to be called into their Guild But slightly passed by, as a child. Wherein he thinks his honour was perverted. And though his Mother seek to season, And rectify his rage with reason, By showing he lives yet under her command, Rebellious he, doth disobey, And she hath forced his arms away. To make him feel the Justice of her hand. Whereat the Boy, in fury fell, With all his speed, is gone to hell, There to excite, and stir up jealousy, To make a party 'gainst the Gods, And set Heaven, Earth, and Hell at odds. And raise a chaos of calamity.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayChloridia: Rites to Chloris and Her Nymphs
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1631 [Feb 22]
First performance (BritDrama)1631 [Feb 22]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)masque
Play typeNonprofessional;Occasional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 967 · TCP A04644 · DEEP 782
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–50 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 3 in this edition
Length327 words · 433 tokens · flags: under_min
Topic (seed 42)T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphs cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.743 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Come forth, come forth, the gentle Spring, And carry the glad newes, I bring, To Earth, our common mother: It is decreed, by all the Gods The Heau'n, of Earth shall haue no odds, But one shall loue another: Their glories they shall mutuall make, Earth looke on Heauen, for Heauens sake; Their honour's shall bee euen: All emulation cease, and iarres; Ioue will haue Earth to haue her starres And lights, no lesse then Heauen. It is already done, in flowers As fresh and new as are the howres, By warmth of yonder Sunne. But will be multipli'd on vs, If from the breath of ZEPHYRVS Like fauour we haue wonne. Giue all to him: His is the dew, The heate, the humor, Beloued of the Spring! The Sunne, the Wind, the Verdure! That wisest Nature cause can call Of quick'ning any thing. Fayre Mayde, but are you come to dwell, And tarry with ys here? Fresh Fountaynes, I am come to tell A tale in yond'soft eare, Whereof the murmure will do well: If you your parts will beare. Our purlings wayte vpon the Spring. Goe vp with me, then: helpe to sing The story to the King. Cupid hath ta'ne offence of late At all the Gods, that of the State, And in their Councell, he was so deserted, Not to be call'd into their Guild But slightly passd by, as a child. Wherein hee thinkes his honour was peruerted. And though his Mother seeke to season, And rectifie his rage with reason, By shewing he liues yet vnder her command, Rebellious he, doth disobey, And she hath forc'd his armes away. To make him feele the Justice of her hand. Whereat the Boy, in fury fell, With all his speed, is gone to hell, There to excite, and stirre vp lealousy, To make a party 'gainst the Gods, And set Heauen, Earth, and Hell at odds. And rayse a chaos of calamity.