Endymion, the Man in the Moon

Lyly, John, published 1591 · comedy · Boys Professional;Professional

38chunks

18,710words

1topics

94 %unassigned

Metadata

Title	Endymion, the Man in the Moon
Author	Lyly, John
Publication year (edition)	1591
Genre (British Drama)	comedy
Genre group (comparison)	comedy — from the British Drama label · Annals: comedy;classical legend
Play type	Boys Professional;Professional
Work / edition / TCP / DEEP	work 99 · edition 167 · TCP A06589 · DEEP 133
Edition role	Representative edition — used in the analysis
First performance / composition (Annals)	1588 [Feb 2(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)	1588 [1585-1588]
Company (BritDrama)	Children of Paul's (first)
Company (Annals)	Children of Paul's (first)
Theater	before the Court;
Title-page company	Children of Paul's (first)
Printer	Charlewood, John
Publisher	Broome, Joan
Format	Quarto
STC	17050
Greg	99a
Genre (Annals)	Classical Legend (Comedy)
Genre (BritDrama)	Comedy
BritDrama no.	794
Title page	ENDIMION, The Man in the Moone.
Title-page performance note	Playd before the Queenes Maiestie at Greenewich on Candlemas day at night, by the Chyldren of Paules.
Corpus build	corpus-v3-2026-09-08 · nodes 717 · witness single

Topic composition (share of words)

unassigned

94.4 %

T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint

5.6 %

Chunks in order

#	nodes	words	topic	typ.	opening
1	0–11	396	unassigned		MOst high and happy Princess, we must tell you a tale of the Man in the Moon, which if it seem ridiculous for …
2	12–14	492	unassigned		O fair Cynthia, why do others term thee unconstant, whom I have ever found unmovable? Injurious time, corrupt …
3	15–21	445	unassigned		Without doubt Endymion is bewitched, otherwise in a man of such rare virtues, there could not harbour a mind o…
4	22–33	478	unassigned		Yes, I will entangle him in such a sweet net, that he shall neither find the means to come out, nor desire it.…
5	34–69	470	unassigned		Now our Masters are in love up to the ears, what have we to do, but to be in knavery, up to the crowns. O that…
6	70–94	476	unassigned		how darest thou come so near thy Master Epi? Sir Tophas spare us. You shall live. You Samias because you are l…
7	95–106	482	unassigned		Behold Floscula, we have met with the Woman by chance that we sought for by travel; I will break my mind to he…
8	107–108	506	unassigned		O Fair Cynthia, o unfortunate Endymion. Why was not thy birth as high as thy thoughts, or her beauty less than…
9	109–135	496	unassigned		Yonder I espy Endymion, I will seem to suspect nothing but soothe him, that seeing I cannot obtain the depth o…
10	136–169	493	unassigned		Let them sigh, and let us sing, how say you gentlewomen, are not our Masters too far in love? Their tongues ha…
11	170–196	509	unassigned		Passing fat: and I would not change this life to be a Lord, and yourself passeth all comparison, for other Cap…
12	197–214	559	T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint	0.83	There cometh no soft syllable within my lips, custom hath made my words bloody, and my heart barbarous: that p…
13	215–225	484	unassigned		Little dost thou know Endymion when thou shalt wake, for hadst thou placed thy heart as low in love, as thy he…
14	226–240	488	unassigned		Contrary to your nature Semele, which hath been always accounted light. What have we hear before my face, thes…
15	241–274	486	unassigned		Corsites, Cynthia may restrain the liberty of my body, of my thoughts she cannot, and therefore do I esteem my…
16	275–302	467	unassigned		I will furnish you sir. Now for my bow and bolts, give me ink and paper, for my Smiter a penknife: for Scalpel…
17	303–327	489	unassigned		Why in marrying Dipsas, he shall have every day twelve dishes of meat to his dinner, though there be none but …
18	328–352	509	unassigned		You must pardon me if I deny to tell it, for knowing that the revealing of griefs, is as it were a renewing of…
19	353–364	491	unassigned		I would you were so faithful, that your tears might make you fortunate. Yea father, if that my tears clear not…
20	365–380	503	unassigned		Eumenides, release Endymion, for all things (friendship excepted) are subject to fortune: Love is but an eye w…
21	381–392	473	unassigned		Yes. Then who can it be but Cynthia, whose virtues being all divine, must needs bring things to pass that be m…
22	393–409	485	unassigned		My Lord I have no playfellow but fancy, being barred of all company I must question with myself, and make my t…
23	410–438	475	unassigned		Will thy master never awake? No, I think he sleeps for a wager: but how shall we spend the time? Sir Tophas is…
24	439–472	475	unassigned		A rare attempt, but wilt thou never travel? Yes in a Western barge, when with a good wind and lusty pugs, one …
25	473–484	495	unassigned		I am come in sight of the Lunary bank, without doubt Tellus doteth upon me, and cunningly that I might not per…
26	485–497	488	unassigned		No, but with his virtue. What say you Semele? madam, I dare say nothing for fear I offend. Belike you cannot s…
27	498–513	487	unassigned		How say you my Lords, is not Tellus always practising of some deceits? In sooth Corsites thy face is now too f…
28	514–537	487	unassigned		Good madam pardon me, I was overtaken too late, I should rather break into the midst of a main battle, then ag…
29	538–549	507	unassigned		One night? thou hast here slept forty years, by what Enchantress as yet it is not known: and behold the twig t…
30	550–557	504	unassigned		Poor Endymion, how wast thou affrighted? What else? After her immediately appeared an aged man, with a beard a…
31	558–593	524	unassigned		Eumenides, thy friendship is immortal, and not to be conceived, and thy good will Floscula, better than I have…
32	594–617	520	unassigned		Stately in every joint, which the common people term stiffness. Doth Dipsas stoop? will she yield? will she be…
33	618–631	516	unassigned		What, is thy Master landed? Know you not that my Master is Libre tenens? Samias What's that? A Freeholder. But…
34	632–644	515	unassigned		Dipsas, Thou hast made this difference between me and Endymion, that being both young, thou hast caused me to …
35	645–659	571	unassigned		Feeling a continual burning in all my bowels, and a bursting almost in every vain, I could not smother the inw…
36	660–672	494	unassigned		How say you my Lords to this matter? But what say you Endymion, hath Tellus told troth? madam in all things, b…
37	673–698	491	T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint	0.81	Semele madam. Semele Eumenides? is it Semele? the very wasp of all women, whose tongue stingeth as much as an …
38	699–716	484	unassigned		Now it resteth Dipsas, that if thou wilt forswear that vile Art of Enchanting, Geron hath promised again to re…

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