Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.77 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
The Lapwing? then they ' l— lie. With men they will; Delicious Ladybirds! But have they such brave trains, such curious tails As our birds have? Like Peacocks, there's the head Of all their pride. Nay 'tis the tail, Corymbus, Surely these things you call the Ladybirds Are the true birds of Paradise! Very right— Mopsus, I cannot stay, I must attend My carriage to the Temple: gentle Mopsus Farewell! Farewell Corymbus! By my troth I never longed for any thing in my life So much as Ladybirds; dainty Ladybirds! I would fetch one of them; but I dare not travel For fear I catch the wisdom. O sweet Ladybirds! With copple crowns, and wings but on one side! And tails like Peacocks! curious Ladybirds! That which I have not, may not, cannot have!— It is the moon! Urania, thou shalt wear The horned Goddess at thy beauteous ear. Come hither Pegasus, I will mount thy back, And spur thee to her orb. Oh good Amyntas! Why, art thou foundered Pegasus? Amaryllis, Fetch him a peck of provender. Sweet Amyntas! What says my Cytherea? wouldst thou eat A golden Apple? if thou wilt, by Venus I'll rob th' Hesperian Orchard. Ha ha he! Ha? dost thou laugh old Charon? sirrah sculler, Prepare thy boat! For what? dear brother speak! Art thou my sister Helen? were we hatched In the same eggshell?— Is your cockboat ready? It is, an't please your Worship. Very well! Row me to hell!— no faster? I will have thee Chained unto Pluto's galleys! Why to hell, My dear Amyntas? Why? to borrow money! Borrow there? I there! they say there be more Usurers there Then all the world beside:— see how the winds Rise! Puff— puff Boreas.— what a cloud comes yonder? Take heed of that wave Charon! ha? give me The oars!— so so: the boat is overthrown, Now Charon's drowned: but I will swim to shore— O Ceres, now behold him! canthy eyes Look on so sad an object, and not melt Them and thy heart to pity? How this grief Racks my tormented soul? but the neglect Of Damon more afflicts me: the whole Senate Of heaven decrees my ruin. And mine too. Come Amaryllis let's weep both together, Contending in our sorrows! Would to Ceres That I were dead! And I had ne'er been borne! Then had not I been wretched! Then Amyntas Might have been happy. Nay if you begin Once to talk wisely, 'Tis above high time, That I were gone: farewell Bellerophon! I must go seek my Thestylis; she's not here. My arms are weary;— now I sink I sink! Farewell Urania.— Alas what strange distraction, Toss his distempered brain! Yet still his love to me Lives constant. Styx I thank thee! That curled wave Hath tossed me on the shore.— come Sisyphus. I'll roll thy stone a while: me thinks this labour Doth look like Love! does it not so, Tisiphone?
seed 43: T29 · seed 44: T27 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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The Lap-wing? then they 'l—ly. With men they will; Delicious Lady-birds! But have they such brave traines, such curious tailes As our birds have? Like Peacocks, there's the head Of all their pride. Nay 'tis the taile, Corymbus, Surely these things you call the Lady-birds Are the true birds of Paradice! Very right— Mopsus, I cannot stay, I must attend My carriage to the Temple: gentle Mopsus Farewell! Farewell Corymbus! By my troth I never long'd for any thing in my life So much as Lady-birds; dainty Lady-birds! I would fetch one of them; but I dare not travell For fear I catch the wisdome. O sweet Lady-birds! With copple crownes, and wings but on one side! And tailes like Peacocks! curious Lady-birds! That which I have not, may not, cannot have!— It is the moone! Vrania, thou shalt weare The horned Goddesse at thy beauteous eare. —Come hither Pegasus, I will mount thy back, And spurre thee to her orbe. Oh good Amyntas! —Why, art thou foundred Pegasus? Amaryllis, Fetch him a peck of provender. Sweet Amyntas! What saies my Cytherea? wouldst thou eat A golden Apple? if thou wilt, by Venus I'le rob th' Hesperian Orchard. Ha ha he! Ha? dost thou laugh old Charon? firrah sculler, Prepare thy boat! For what? deere brother speake! Art thou my sister Helen? were we hatchd In the same egshell?—Is your cock-boat ready? It is, an't please your Worship. Very well! Row me to hell!—no faster? I will have thee Chain'd unto Pluto's gallies! Why to hell, My deere Amyntas? Why? to borrow mony! Borrow there? I there! they say there be more Vsurers there Then all the world besides:—see how the windes Rise! Puffe—puffe Boreas.—what a cloud comes yonder? Take heed of that wave Charon! ha? give mee The oares!—so so: the boat is overthrown, Now Charons drown'd: but I will swim to shore— O Ceres, now behold him! canthy eyes Looke on so sad an object, and not melt Them and thy heart to pitty? How this greefe Racks my tormented soule? but the neglect Of Damon more afflicts mee: the whole Senate Of heaven decrees my ruine. And mine too. Come Amaryllis let's weepe both together, Contending in our sorrowes! Would to Ceres That I were dead! And I had nere been borne! Then had not I been wretched! Then Amyntas Might have been happy. Nay if you begin Once to talke wisely, 'Tis above high time, That I were gone: farewell Bellerophon! I must goe seek my Thestylis; shee's not here. My armes are weary;—now I sinke I sinke! Farewell Vrania.— Alas what strange distraction, Tosse his distemperd braine! Yet still his love to me Lives constant. Styx I thank thee! That curld wave Hath tos'd mee on the shore.—come Sysiphus. I'le rowle thy stone a while: mee thinkes this labour Doth looke like Love! does it not so, Tysiphone?