The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 28 of 37
Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jun 21] [incorrect] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Most high and mighty Nonsense, sure the King has swallowed Pills, and his stomach not able to digest 'em, does vomit 'em up again. Is thy Organ dumb Or am I grown cheap in Majesty, trivial Fool Shall I reap crabbed Thistles in neglect for rich Love? Crabbed Language I am sure. Sure my Lady does not understand him. If my brow so sad appear My Fortune's Livery I wear, Weep no more, thy eyes pave the ground with pearl. My power is razed, My Crown thy Tribute Girl▪ Here is nothing to want. Nothing to want indeed: to be A Prisoner speaks all Misery. Curse not thy soft Stars, but take thy fair Bliss With comfort, free from loud noise and Fear, is Thy gaudy Station, when I have unscrewed Mystic Oracles, which not understood, Do perplex with involved sense,- I shall then Enlarge thy person Danae, till when If ought else do clog thy Thoughts, with unkind Thoughts, unload the dark burden of thy mind. Pronounce thy grief aloud my amorous Darling And I will— Let him choose his Rhyme I beseech you Madam. Vh, uh— cold phlegm obstructs my Language— barling, carling. Ha, ha, 'tis time to make an end, He was almost choked with his own phrase. And you get me to play an old man again.— We'll have a young one for thee, 21. and a Coat, is a double game:— my turn comes next. he's gone and leaveth us behind To tell our passions to the wind. Ha? what o'th' sudden doth surprise My active motion? On my eyes What dark and heavy Cloud doth sit, To persuade me it is Night, It is some Charm, I cannot keep These windows open, I must sleep. This was well passionated, now comes Jupiter To take my Lady napping, we'll sleep too, let the wanton have her swinge, would she were a man for her sake. Let the Music of the Spheres, Captivate these Mortal Ears; While Jove descends into this Tower, In a golden streaming shower. To disguise him from the Eye Of Juno, who is apt to pry Into my pleasures, I today Have bid Ganymede go play, And thus stole from Heaven to be Welcome on Earth to Danae. And see where the Princely Maid, On her easy Couch is laid. Fairer than the Queen of Loves, Drawn about with milky Doves. To thee let Paphian Altars smoke, Priests thy better Name invoke. When Hymen lights his holy fires Thou that canst infuse desires In the Gods, from thy Lip Let Iove heavenly Nectar sip. And translate by kissing thee Into thy breast his Deity: But I rob myself of Treasure, This is but the Gate of Pleasure. To dwell here, it were a sin, When Elysium is within. Leave off then this flattering Kisses, To rifle other greater Blisses. The Bell— News from my Father. Then your play is interrupted jove-Madam I'll see.
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Most high and mighty Nonsence, sure the King has swallow'd Pilles, and his stomacke not able to digest 'em, does vomit 'em up againe. Is thy Organ dumbe Or am I growne cheape in Maiesty, triviall Foole Shall I reape crabbed Thistles in neglect for rich Love? Crabbed Language I am sure. Sure my Lady does not understand him. If my brow so sad appeare My Fortunes Livery I weare, Weepe no more, thy eyes pave the ground with pearle. My power is rac'd, My Crowne thy Tribute Girle▪ Here is nothing to want. Nothing to want indeed: to bee A Prisoner speakes all Miserie. Curse not thy soft Starres, but take thy fayre Blisse With comfort, free from lowd noyse and Feare, is Thy gawdy Station, when I have unskrew'd Mistique Oracles, which not understood, Doe perplexe with involv'd sence,- I shall then Enlarge thy person Danae, till when If ought else doe clog thy Thoughts, with unkind Thoughts, unload the darke burthen of thy mind. Pronounce thy griefe aloud my amourous Darling And I will— Let him choose his Rime I beseech you Madam. Vh, uh—cold phlegme obstructs my Language—barling, carling. Ha, ha, 'tis time to make an end, He was almost choak'd with his owne phrase. And you get me to play an old man againe.— We'l have a yong one for thee, 21. and a Coat, is a double game:—my turne comes next. Hee's gone and leaveth us behind To tell our passions to the wind. Ha? what oth' suddaine doth surprize My active motion? On my eyes What darke and heavie Cloud doth sit, To perswade me it is Night, It is some Charme, I cannot keepe These windowes open, I must sleepe. This was well passionated, now comes Jupiter To take my Lady napping, we'l sleepe too, let the wanton have her swinge, would she were a man for hr sake. Let the Musique of the Spheares, Captivate these Mortall Eares; While Jove descends into this Tower, In a golden streaming shower. To disguise him from the Eye Of Juno, who is apt to prye Into my pleasures, I to day Have bid Ganimed goe play, And thus stole from Heaven to bee Welcome on Earth to Danae. And see where the Princely Mayd, On her easie Couch is layd. Fayrer then the Queene of Loves, Drawne about with milkie Doves. To thee let Paphian Altars smoake, Priests thy better Name invoke. When Hymen lights his holy fires Thou that canst infuse desires In the Gods, from thy Lip Let Iove heavenly Nectar sip. And translate by kissing thee Into thy breast his Deity: But I rob my selfe of Treasure, This is but the Gate of Pleasure. To dwell here, it were a sin, When Elizium is within. Leave off then this flattering Kisses, To rifle other greater Blisses. The Bell—Newes from my Father. Then your play is interrupted Iove-Madam Ile see.