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 0.74 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Do what? It grieves me to think of it. Out with't man. That must interpret; I have cause to think (With sorrow be it spoken) he will prove The verier fool, but let him; yet now my Aug●…ry That never fails me, tells me certainly That I shall have thee, Thestylis, yet ere night; It was an owl— And— see see, Thestylis, Here comes the Ivy bush. I'll stand aside, For I am still most bodily afraid. What Deity lives here? the soul of Phoebus Breathes in this powerful man: sure Aeculapius Revisits earth again; and in this shape Deals health amongst us! I before was nothing But brui●… and beast: O tell me by what relics Of heavenly fire have you inspired me with This better soul of reason! worthy sir, If y'are some God (as less I cannot deem you) That pitying of my miseries, came down From heaven to cure me, tell me, that I may With sacrifice adore you. Adore him? Are there such Ruffian Gods in heaven as he? Such beggarly Deities? If you will conceal it, And I by ignorance omit to pay Those sacred duties that I ought, be pleased To pardon me. Heighday! well Thestylis, You may be glad your house is not infected; Hee'sten times madder now then ere he was, To deify this rude ill-favoured Sylvan, This fellow with the beard all over: Thestylis, I dare not stay; unless my heels maintain My safety I shall turn a dog again. I am as you are, mortal; 'tis my skill In Physic, and experience in the rare Virtue of herbs, that wrought this miracle; No Divinity, or power in me. Amyntas, when shall we requite this kindness? Never, I would willingly Have sacrificed unto him, but his modesty Will not permit it: though he will not suffer us T'adore him as a God; yet we may pay A reverence to him as a father. O those words do touch the quick! For if he be A father that begot this flesh, this clay, What's he to whom we owe our second birth Of soul and reason? Father, I must call you By that name, father. Now the floudgates open, And the full stream of tears will issue out: Traitors, you will betray me! Sir, why weep you? To think of this man's father— O I loved him As dearly as myself (my words and all Break out suspicious!) has ●…e not a daughter? As I remember well, he said her name was— Amaryllis. Yes, I had almost Forgot it, I would fain have seen her too. You cannot now, because to night she lodged With one Laurinda. O my Urania, welcome, Amyntas bids thee so, I that till now Was not Amyntas: come my joy, and meet me Full of our happiness! Grant Ceres now My hopes be faithful to me: my Amyntas, How come your thoughts so settled?
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Doe what? It grieves me to think of it. Out with't man. That must interpret; I have cause to think (With sorrow be it spoken) he will prove The verier foole, but let him; yet now my Augry That never failes me, tells mee certainly That I shall have thee, Thestylis, yet ere night; It was an owle— —And—see see, Thestylis, Here comes the Ivy bush. I'le stand aside, For I am still most bodily afraid. What Deity lives here? the soule of Phoebus Breaths in this powerfull man: sure Aeculapius Revisits earth againe; and in this shape Deales health amongst us! I before was nothing But brui and beast: O tell me by what reliques Of heavenly fire have you inspir'd me with This better soule of reason! worthy sir, If y'are some God (as lesse I cannot deeme you) That pittying of my miseries, came downe From heaven to cure mee, tell mee, that I may With sacrifice adore you. Adore him? Are there such Ruffian Gods in heaven as he? Such beggarly Deities? If you will conceale it, And I by ignorance omit to pay Those sacred duties that I ought, be pleas'd To pardon me. Heighday! well Thestylis, You may be glad your house is not infected; Hee'sten times madder now then ere he was, To deify this rude ill-favour'd Silvan, This fellow with the beard all over: Thestylis, I dare not stay; unlesse my heeles maintaine My safety I shall turne a dog againe. I am as you are, mortall; 'tis my skill In Physick, and experience in the rare Vertue of herbes, that wrought this miracle; No Divinity, or power in me. Amyntas, when shall wee requite this kindnesse? Never, I would willingly Have sacrific'd unto him, but his modesty Will not permit it: though he will not suffer us T'adore him as a God; yet we may pay A reverence to him as a father. O those words doe touch the quick! For if he be A father that begot this flesh, this clay, What's he to whom we owe our second birth Of soule and reason? Father, I must call you By that name, father. Now the floudgates open, And the full streame of teares will issue out: Traitors, you will betray me! Sir, why weepe you? To thinke of this man's father—O I lov'd him As dearely as my selfe (my words and all Breake out suspitious!) has e not a daughter? As I remember well, he said her name was— Amaryllis. Yes, I had almost Forgot it, I would faine have seene her too. You cannot now, because to night she lodg'd With one Laurinda. O my Vrania, welcome, Amyntas bids thee so, I that 'till now Was not Amyntas: come my joy, and meet mee Full of our happinesse! Grant Ceres now My hopes be faithfull to me: my Amyntas, How come your thoughts so setled?