Chloridia: Rites to Chloris and Her Nymphs · chunk 1 of 3
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1631 [Feb 22] (Annals) masque · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.75 · 331 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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; Jove 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, All the true. Beloved of the Spring! The Sun, the Wind, the Verdure! All, That wisest Nature cause can call Of quick'ning any thing. Fair Maid, but are you come to devil, And tarry with us 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 purl wait upon the Spring. Go up with me, than: 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.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 0–52 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 3 in this edition
Length
331 words · 441 tokens · flags: under_min
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.747 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
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 Heav'n, of Earth ſhall have no oddes, But one ſhall love another: Their glories they ſhall mutuall make, Earth looke on Heaven, for Heavens ſake; Their honour's ſhall be even: All aemulation ceaſe, and jarres; Jove will have Earth to have her ſtarres And lights, no leſſe then Heaven. It is already done, in flowers As freſh, and new as are the houres, By warmth of yonder Sunne. But will be multiply'd on us, If from the breath of ZEPHYRUS Like favour we have wonne. Give all to him: His is the dew, The heate, the humour, —All the true. Beloved of the Spring! The Sunne, the Wind, the Verdure! —All, That wiſeſt Nature cauſe can call Of quick'ning any thing. Fayre Maide, but are you come to dwell, And tarry with us here? Freſh Fountaines, I am come to tell A tale in yond' ſoft eare, Whereof the murmure will doe well: If you your parts will beare. Our purlings waite upon the Spring. Goe up 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 paſs'd by, as a child. Wherein he thinkes his honour was perverted. And though his Mother ſeeke to ſeaſon, And rectifie his rage with reaſon, By ſhewing he lives yet under 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 up Jealouſie, To make a party 'gainſt the Gods, And ſet Heaven, Earth, and Hell at odds. And rayſe a chaos of calamitie.