Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.79 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Cupid if a God thou art, Transfix this Monsters stubborn heart. But if all thy shafts be flown, And thy quiver empty grown, Here be Ladies that have eyes Can furnish thee with new supplies. Yet winged Archer do not shoot at all, 'Tis pity that he should so nobly fall. Heigh hoe— 'Tis a fine morning this as I have seen, And a most early Spring— but daughter Merda, Why Merda I say, why daughter Merda, what, Have not the Fleas yet made a breakfast of you? You'll rise? or do you mean that Mistress Ursely Shall take you in your bed? she'll not be long Ere she be here— Oh me! she's here already. Why Merda, Merda I say, go to, ay, I by'r Lady. Fa, la, la, la, I have found six Checkstones in my Father's yard, all in my Father's yard, and now I Will go see if Merda will play with me— Oh Stipes, where is your daughter Merda? Oh sweet Mistress Ursely, oh that I were a young Scholar now for your sake; ha, this is she that The beggars fight for: come on i' faith young Mistress, Which of all the blackcoats do you love best? blackcoats? I care not this for any of them, I ne'er will love any but Anteros; But pray you Stipes call your daughter Merda, Is she not up yet? Merda, will you come? or do you long until I fetch you out— At length forsooth: are You not ashamed of this you great Maukin you? Oh Merda, will you play at Checkstones with me? Where is your answer, and your curtsy Maiden? If it please you forsooth, say. If it please you forsooth say. Say? thou filthy harlotry, thou; Oh here's a Girl brought up most daintily; Well was it not for shame I'd take you up— Father, good Father, forgive me but this once, I'll never Do so any more. Stipes, you shall forgive her, I'll make my Father take his house from you, And the North close, unless— Thank your young Mistress; young Mistress I Do thank you say. Young Mistress I do thank you say. Again? but oh the diggers! What do I see? My Sheep have quite digressed Their bounds, and leapt into the several. Whu, whu, why Scab, the last, the last, there scab 'Tis the best Cur That ever mumbled crust. How daintily he catched that Sherehog! there, So, so, au, au: why so; haup, haup, you rogue But I will follow him. Come Merda, will you play now? No, I won't unless you'll give me those bracelets. Take them. And your gloves to. Here, fa, la, la. Stay while I put them on though. What shall we play for? Two pins a game. Stake then: heigh ho Anteros! How many shall we make up? One and thirty. Will you have Winter, or Summer?
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Length
483 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T21 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Cupid if a God thou art, Transfix this Monſters ſtubborne heart. But if all thy ſhafts be flowne, And thy quiuer empty growne, Here be Ladies that haue eyes Can furniſh thee with new ſupplies. Yet winged Archer doe not ſhoot at all, 'Tis pitty that hee ſhould ſo nobly fall. Heigh hoe — 'Tis a fine morning this as I haue ſeene, And a moſt early Spring — but daughter Merda, Why Merda I ſay, why daughter Merda, what, Haue not the Fleas yet made a breakefaſt of you? You'le riſe? or doe you meane that Miſtris Vrſely Shall take you in your bed? ſhee'l not be long Ere ſhe be here — Oh me! ſhee's here already. Why Merda, Merda I ſay, goe to, I, I by'r Lady. Fa, la, la, la, I haue found ſix Checkſtones in my Father's yard, all in my Father's yard, and now I Will goe ſee if Merda will play with me — Oh Stipes, where is your daughter Merda? Oh ſweet Miſtris Vrſely, oh that I were a young Scholler now for your ſake; ha, this is ſhee that The beggers fight for: come on i' faith young Miſtris, Which of all the blackcoates doe you loue beſt? Blackcoates? I care not this for any of them, I ne're will loue any but Anteros; But pray you Stipes call your daughter Merda, Is ſhee not vp yet? Merda, will you come? or doe you long vntill I fetch you out — At length forſooth: are You not aſham'd of this you great Maukin you? Oh Merda, will you play at Checkſtones with me? Where is your anſwer, and your curt'ſie Mayden? If it pleaſe you forſooth, ſay. If it pleaſe you forſoothſay. Say? thou filthy harlotry, thou; Oh here's a Girle brought vp moſt daintily; Well was it not for ſhame I'de take you vp— Father, good Father, forgiue me but this once, I'le neuer Doe ſo any more. Stipes, you ſhall forgiue her, I'le make my Father take his houſe from you, And the North cloſe, vnleſſe — Thanke your young Miſtris; young Miſtris I Doe thanke you ſay. Young Miſtris I doe thanke you ſay. Againe? but oh the diggers! What doe I ſee? My Sheepe haue quite diſgreſt Theyr bounds, and leap't into the ſeuerall. Whu, whu, why Scab, the laſt, the laſt, there ſcab 'Tis the beſt Curre That euer mumbled cruſt. How daintily he catcht that Sherehogge! there, So, ſo, au, au: why ſo; haup, haup, you roague But I will follow him. Come Merda, will you play now? No, I wo'nt vnleſſe you'le giue me thoſe bracelets. Take them. And your gloues to. Heere, fa, la, la. Stay while I put them on though. What ſhall we play for? Two pinnes a game. Stake then: heigh ho Anteros! How many ſhall we make vp? One and thirty. Will you haue Winter, or Summer?