Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals) tragedy T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.79 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
A thou knave, dost thou throw me down and run thy way? If he were here again, o how I would him pay. I will after him, and if I can him meet: With these my nails, his face I will greet. Come forth my son, unto my words attentive ears resign What I pretend see you frequent, to force this game of mine. The King a kinswoman hath, adorned with beauty store: And I wish that Diana's gifts, they twain shall keep no more. But use my silver sugared game, their joys for to augment: When I do speak to wound his heart, Cupid my son conset. And shoot at him the shaft of love, that bears the head of Gold: To wound his heart in loovers' wise, his grief for to unfold. Though kin she be unto his grace, that nature me expel: Against the course thereof he may, in my game please me well. Wherefore my son do not forget, forthwith pursue the deed: Mother I mean for to obey, as you have whole decreed. But you must tell me mother deer, when I shall arrow draw: Else your request to be attained, will not be worth a straw. I am blind and cannot see, but still do shoot by guess: The Poets well in places store, of my might do express. Cupid my son when time shall serve, the thou shalt do this deed, Then warning I to thee will give, but see thou shoot, with speed. Lady dear to King a kin, forthwith let us proceed: To trace abroad the beauty fields, as erst we had decreed. The blowing buds whose savoury scents our sense will much The sweet smell of musk white rose, to please the appetite. The chirpig birds whose pleasant tunes, therein shall hear record delight That our great joy we shall it find, in field to walk a broad. On Lute and Cittern there to play a heavenly harmony: Our ears shall hear, heart to content, our sports to beauty. Unto your words most comely Lord, myself submit do I: To trace with you in field so green, I mean not to deny. And I your waiting maid at hand, with diligence will be: For to fulfil with heart and hand, when you shall command me. Come on my Lord and knight abroad, our mirth let us employ Since he is dead this heart of mine, in corpse I feel it joy. Should brother mine have reigned King, when I had yielded breath A thousand brothers I rather had, to put them all to death. But o, behold where I do see, a Lord and Lady fair: For beauty she most worthy is, to sit in Prince's chair. Shoot forth my son now is the time, the thou must wound his heart Content you Mother I will do my part. Of truth my Lord in eye of mine, all Ladies she doth excel: Can none report what dame she is, and to my grace it tell?
nodes 876–919 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 26 in this edition
Length
505 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.794 (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)
A thou knaue, dooſt thou throw̄ me down and run thy way? If he were heer again, oh how I would him pay. I wil after him, and if I can him méet: With theſe my nailes, his face I wil gréet. Come foorth my ſonne, vnto my woords attentiue eares reſigne What I pretend ſée you frequent, to force this game of mine. The King a kinſwoman hath, adornd with beautie ſtore: And I wiſh that Dianas gifts, they twain ſhall kéep no more. But vſe my ſiluer ſugred game, their ioyes for to augment: When I doo ſpeake to wound his hart, Cupid my ſonne conſet. And ſhoot at him the ſhaft of looue, that beares the hed of Golde: To wound his hart in loouers wiſe, his gréef for to vnfolde. Though kin ſhe be vnto his grace, that nature me expel: Againſt the courſe therof he may, in my game pleaſe me wel. Wherfore my ſonne doo not forget, foorthwith purſue the déed: Mother I meane for to obay, as you haue whole decréed. But you muſt tel me mother deer, when I ſhall arrow draw: Els your requeſt to be attaind, wil not be worth a ſtraw. I am blinde and cannot ſee, but ſtil doo ſhoot by geſſe: The Poets wel in places ſtore, of my might doo expreſſe. Cupid my ſonne whē time ſhall ſerue, ye thou ſhalt doo this déed, Then warning I to thee wil giue, but ſée thou ſhoot, with ſpeed. Lady déer to King a kin, foorthwith let vs procéed: To trace abrode the beauty féelds, as erſt we had decréed. The blowing buds whoſe ſauery ſents our ſence wil much The ſwéet ſmel of muſk white roſe, to pleſe ye appetite. The chirpig birds whoſe pleſant tunes, therin ſhall hear record delight That our great ioy we ſhall it finde, in féeld to walke a brode. On Lute and Cittern there to play a heauenly hermony: Our eares ſhall heare, hart to content, our ſports to beautie. Vnto your woords moſte comely Lord, my ſelf ſubmit doo I: To trace with you in féeld ſo green, I meane not to deny. And I your waiting maid at hand, with diligence wil be: For to fulfil wt hart and hand, when you ſhall commaund me. Come on my Lord and knight abrode, our mirth let vs imploy Since he is dead this hart of mine, in corps I féel it ioy. Should brother mine haue reigned King, when I had yéelded breth A thouſand brothers I rather had, to put them all to death. But oh, beholde where I doo ſée, a Lord and Lady fair: For beauty ſhe moſte worthy is, to ſit in Princes chaire. Shoot forth my ſōne now is the time, ye thou muſt woūd his hart Content you Mother I wil doo my parte. Of trueth my Lord in eye of mine, all Ladyes ſhe dooth excel: Can none reporte what dame ſhe is, and to my grace it tel?