Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi typicality 0.84 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
First my Mopsus, Take heed of fasting, for your hungry meals Nurse wisdom. True! O what a stomach have I To be her patient! Besides, take special care You wear not threadbare clothes: 'twill breed at least Suspicion you are wise. I marry will it. And walk not much alone; or if you walk With company, be sure you walk with fools, None of the wise. No, no I warrant you, I'll walk with no body but my brother here, Or you, or mad Amyntas. By all means Take heed of Travel, your beyond-sea wit Is to be feared. If ere I travel hang me. Not to the Fairy land? Thither he may. But above all things we are no beards, long beards Are signs the brains are full, because the excrements Come out so plentifully. Rather empty, Because they have sent so much out, as if Their brains were sunk into their beards: King Oberon Has ne'er a beard, yet for his wit I am sure He might have been a Giant. Who comes here? All hail unto the famed interpreter Of fowls and Oracles! Thanks good Dorylas. How fares the winged cattle? are the woodcocks, The jays, the daws, the cuckoos, and the owls In health? I thank the gracious stars they are! Like health unto the precedent of the jigs; I hope King Oberon and his joyall Mab Are. well. They are, I never saw their Graces Eat such a meal before. E'en much good do't 'em! They're rid a hunting. Hare or Dear my Lord? Neither, a brace of snails of the first head. But Dorylas, there's a mighty quarrel here, And you are chosen umpire. About what? The exposition of the Oracle: Which of these two you think the verier fool. It is a difficult cause, first let me pose'em! You Mopsus, cause you are a learned Augur, How many are the seven Liberal Sciences? Why much about a dozen. You Iocastus, When Oberon shaved himself, who was his Barber? I knew him well, a little dapper youth, They call him Periwinkle. Thestylis, A weighty cause and asks a longer time. we'll in the while to comfort sad Amyntas. I wonder much that Dorylas stays so long, Feign would I hear whether they'll come or no. Ha? would you so? I see in your own messages You can go fast enough. Indeed forsooth, I loitered by the way. What, will they come? Which of them? Damon? No. Alexis' will? Nor he. How, neither? am I then neglected? Damon will come. And not Alexis too? Only Alexis comes. Let him not come. I wonder who sent for him, unless both I'll speak with none. Why both will visit you. Both? one had been too many. Was e'er Nymp●… So vexed as I? you saucy rascal you, How do you strive to cross me? And sweet Mistress, Still I will cross you, 'tis the only way Truly to please you.
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First my Mopsus, Take heed of fasting, for your hungry meales Nurse wisdome. True! O what a stomach have I To be her patient! Besides, take speciall care You weare not thred-bare clothes: 'twill breed at least Suspicion you are wise. I marry will it. And walke not much alone; or if you walke With company, be sure you walke with fooles, None of the wise. No, no I warrant you, Ile walke with no body but my brother here, Or you, or mad Amyntas. By all meanes Take heed of Travell, your beyond-sea wit Is to be feard. If ere I travell hang mee. Not to the Fairy land? Thither he may. But above all things we are no beards, long beards Are signes the braines are full, because the excrements Come out so plentifully. Rather empty, Because they have sent so much out, as if Their brains were sunk into their beards: King Oberon Has ne're a beard, yet for his wit I am sure He might have beene a Gyant. Who comes here? All haile unto the fam'd interpreter Of fowles and Oracles! Thankes good Dorylas. How fares the winged cattell? are the woodcocks, The jayes, the dawes, the cuckoes, and the owles In health? I thank the gracious starres they are! Like health unto the president of the jigs; I hope King Oberon and his joyall Mab Are. well. They are, I never saw their Graces Eate such a meale before. E'ne much good doe't em! They're rid a hunting. Hare or Deere my Lord? Neither, a brace of snailes of the first head. But Dorylas, there's a mighty quarrell here, And you are chosen umpire. About what? The exposition of the Oracle: Which of these two you think the verier foole. It is a difficult cause, first let me pose'em! You Mopsus, cause you are a learned Augur, How many are the seven Liberall Sciences? Why much about a dozen. You Iocastus, When Oberon shav'd himselfe, who was his Barber? I knew him well, a little dapper youth, They call him Periwinckle. Thestylis, A weighty cause and askes a longer time. Wee'll in the while to comfort sad Amyntas. I wonder much that Dorylas staies so long, Faine would I heare whether they'l come or no. Ha? would you so? I see in your own messages You can goe fast enough. Indeed forsooth, I loiter'd by the way. What, will they come? Which of them? Damon? No. Alexis will? Nor he. How, neither? am I then neglected? Damon will come. And not Alexis too? Only Alexis comes. Let him not come. I wonder who sent for him, unlesse both Ile speak with none. Why both will visit you. Both? one had been too many. Was e're Nymp So vex'd as I? you sawcy rascall you, How doe you strive to crosse me? And sweet Mistresse, Still I will crosse you, 'tis the only way Truely to please you.