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 0.77 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Iocastus, we are Oberon, and we thought That one so near to us as you in favour, Would not have suffered this profane rude groom Thus to impair our royalty. Gracious Prince, The fellow is a fool, and not yet purged From his mortality. Did we out of love And our entire affection, of all Orchards Choose yours to make it happy by our dances, Light airy measures, and fantastic rings! And you ingrateful mortal thus requites us. All for one Apple! Villain thoust undone me: His Grace is much incensed. You know, Iocastus, Our Grace have Orchards of our own more precious Than mortals can have any: And we sent you A Present of them t'other day. 'Tis right, Your Grace's humble servant must acknowledge it. Some of his own I am sure. I must confess Their outside looked something like yours indeed; But then the taste more relished of eternity, The same with Nectar. Your good Grace is welcome To any thing I have: Nay, Gentlemen Pray do not you spare neither: Ti-ti-ta-te. What say these mighty peers, great Oberon? They cannot speak this language, but in ours They thank you, and they say they will have none, Ti-ti-ta-t●…-Tititatie What say they now? They do request you now To grant them leave to dance a Fairy ring About your servant, and for his offence Pinch him: do you the while command the traitor Not dareto stir, not once presume to mutter. Traitor, for so Prince Oberon deigns to call thee, Stir not, nor mutter. To be thus abused! Ha? mutter'st thou? I have deserved better. Still mutter'st thou? I see I must endure it. Yet mutter'st thou? Now Noble Lords begi●… When it shall please your honours. Ti ti tatie. Our noble friend permits, Tititatie: Do you not sir? How should I say I do? Ti ti ta tie. Ti ti ta tie my Noble Lords. Quoniam per te violamur Vngues hic experiamur. Statim dices tibi datam Cutem valdè variatam. Tititatie to your Lordships for this excellent music This 'tis to have a coxcomb to on's master. Still mutter'st thou? And rise up Sir Iocastus, our dear Knight. Now hang the hallowed bell about his neck, We call it a mellisonant Tingle Tangle, (Indeed a sheep-bell stolen from's own fat wether.) The ensign of his knighthood. Sir Iocastus, We call to mind we promised you long since The Precedent of our Dances place; we are now Pleased to confirm it on you: give him there His Staff of Dignity. Your Grace is pleased To honour your poor leigeman. Now begun. Farewell unto your Grace and eke to you, Tititatie my Noble Lords farewell. Tititatie my noble fool farewell: Now, my Nobility and honoured Lords, Our grace is pleased for to part stakes; here Iocalo These are your share; these his, and these our Graces. Have we not gulled him bravely! see you Rascals, These are the fruits of witty knavery.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Iocastus, we are Oberon, and we thought That one so neere to us as you in favour, Would not have suffer'd this prophane rude groome Thus to impaire our royaltie. Gracious Prince, The fellow is a foole, and not yet purged From his mortalitie. Did we out of love And our intire affection, of all Orchards Chuse your's to make it happy by our dances, Light ayry measures, and fantastique rings! And you ingratefull mortall thus requites us. All for one Apple! Villaine th'hast undone me: His Grace is much incens'd. You know, Iocastus, Our Grace have Orchards of our owne more precious Then mortals can have any: And we sent you A Present of them t'other day. 'Tis right, Your Graces humble servant must acknowledge it. Some of his owne I am sure. I must confesse Their outside look'd something like yours indeed; But then the tast more relish'd of eternitie, The same with Nectar. Your good Grace is welcome To any thing I have: Nay, Gentlemen Pray doe not you spare neither: Ti-ti-ta-te. What say these mighty peeres, great Oberon? They cannot speake this language, but in ours They thank you, and they say they will have none, Ti-ti-ta-t-Tititatie What say they now? They doe request you now To grant them leave to dance a Fayry ring About your servant, and for his offence Pinch him: doe you the while command the traitour Not dareto stirre, not once presume to mutter. Traytour, for so Prince Oberon deignes to call thee, Stirre not, nor mutter. To be thus abus'd! Ha? mutter'st thou? I have deserved better. Still mutter'st thou? I see I must endure it. Yet mutter'st thou? Now Noble Lords begi When it shall please your honours. Ti ti tatie. Our noble freind permits, Tititatie: Doe you not sir? How should I say I doe? Ti ti ta tie. Ti ti ta tie my Noble Lords. Quoniam per te violamur Vngues hic experiamur. Statim dices tibi datam Cutem valdè variatam. Tititatie to your Lordships for this excellent musick This 'tis to have a coxcombe to on's master. Still mutter'st thou? And rise up Sir Iocastus, our deare Knight. Now hang the hallowed bell about his neck, We call it a mellisonant Tingle Tangle, (Indeed a sheep-bell stolne from's own fat wether.) The ensigne of his knighthood. Sir Iocastus, Wee call to mind we promis'd you long since The President of our Dances place; we are now Pleas'd to confirme it on you: give him there His Staffe of Dignity. Your Grace is pleas'd To honour your poore leigeman. Now begone. Farewell unto your Grace and eke to you, Tititatie my Noble Lords farewell. Tititatie my noble foole farewell: Now, my Nobility and honourd Lords, Our grace is pleas'd for to part stakes; here Iocalo These are your share; these his, and these our Graces. Have we not gull'd him bravely! see you Rascalls, These are the fruits of witty knavery.