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 0.81 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
And I'll go fetch the youngsters of the town, The mortal Fairies, and the lasses brown, To bring spiced cakes, and ale, to dance and play, Queen Mab herself shall keep it holiday. Ah Dorilas that I could not have the wit To have been a mad man rather than a fool. I have lost the credit. 'tis no matter You shall have Thestylis, Shall I, Dorylas, I had as live interpret her as Oracles. And here she comes, give me your quail pipe, hark you.— Now, Thestylis, thou shalt mine Oracle be, Hence forth I will interpret none but thee. Why have the birds (my Mopsus) counseled so? They say I must, whether you will or Noah. How know I that? The birds do speak it plain. Hark, Thestylis, the birds say so again. I understand them not. Will you be judged By th'next we meet? Mopsus, I am content, So you will stand unto it as well as I. By Ceres, Thestylis, most willingly. Ah Dorilus, heard you what the birds did say? I Mopsus, you are a happy man to day. What said they boy? As if you did not know. But Thestylis. Why sure she understands it, Have you to her this language never read? No, Dorylas, I can teach her best in bed. The Birds said twice: (as you full well do know) You must have Thestylis whether she will or no. And am I caught? 'tis no great matter though; For this time Mopsus I will marry thee; The next I wed, by Pan, shall wiser be! And have I got thee? thanks my witty boy. Hark, Thestylis, the birds do bid you joy. For fooling Mopsus, now 'tis time give over. Mad man I may, but will be fool no more. Mad after marriage as a fool before. For he's a fool that weds, all wives being bad; And she's a fool makes not her husband mad. See, Mopsus, see, here comes your Fairy brother, Hark you, for one good turn deserves another. I did not think there had been such delight In any mortal Morris, they do caper Like quarter Fairies at the least: by my Knighthood, And by this sweet Mellisonant Tingle tangle, The ensign of my glory, you shall be Of Oberon's Revels. What to do I pray? To dance away your Apples. Surely mortal, Thou art not fit for any office there. See, blind mortal, see, With what a port, what grace, what majesty This princely Oberon comes, your Grace is welcome. A beauteous Lady, bright, and rare, Queen Mab herself is not so fair. Does your grace take me for a woman then? Yes beauteous virgin; Thy each part Has shot an arrow through my heart; Thy blazing eye, thy lip so thin, Thy azure cheek, & crystal chin, Thy rainbow brow, with many a rose; Thy saphire ears, and ruby nose, All wound my soul, O gentle be Or Lady you will ruin me.
seed 43: T50 · seed 44: T47 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And I'le goe fetch the youngsters of the towne, The mortall Fairies, and the lasses browne, To bring spic'd cakes, and ale, to dance and play, Queen Mab her selfe shall keepe it holy-day. Ah Dorilas that I could not have the wit To have been a mad man rather then a foole. I have lost the credit. Tis no matter You shall have Thestylis, Shall I, Dorylas, I had as live interpret her as Oracles. And here she comes, give mee your quaile pipe, harke you.— Now, Thestylis, thou shalt mine Oracle bee, Hence forth I will interpret none but thee. Why haue the birds (my Mopsus) councel'd so? They say I must, whether you will or noe. How know I that? The birds doe speak it plain. Harke, Thestylis, the birds say so again. I understand them not. Will you be judg'd By th'next we meet? Mopsus, I am content, So you will stand unto it as well as I. By Ceres, Thestylis, most willingly. Ah Dorilus, heard you what the birds did say? I Mopsus, you are a happy man to day. What said they boy? As if you did not know. But Thestylis. Why sure she understands it, Have you to her this language never read? No, Dorylas, I can teach her best in bed. The Birds said twice: (as you full well doe know) You must have Thestylis whether she will or no. And am I caught? Tis no great matter though; For this time Mopsus I will marry thee; The next I wed, by Pan, shall wiser bee! And have I got thee? thankes my witty boy. Harke, Thestylis, the birds doe bid you joy. For fooling Mopsus, now 'tis time give ore. Mad man I may, but will be foole no more. Mad after marriage as a foole before. For hee's a foole that weds, all wives being bad; And shee's a foole makes not her husband mad. See, Mopsus, see, here comes your Fairy brother, Hark you, for one good turne deserves another. I did not think there had been such delight In any mortall Morrice, they doe caper Like quarter Fairies at the least: by my Knight-hood, And by this sweet Mellisonant Tingle tangle, The ensigne of my glory, you shall bee Of Oberons Revels. What to doe I pray? To dance away your Apples. Surely mortall, Thou art not fit for any office there. See, blind mortall, see, With what a port, what grace, what majesty This princely Oberon comes, your Grace is welcome. A beauteous Lady, bright, and rare, Queen Mab her selfe is not so faire. Does your grace take me for a woman then? Yes beauteous virgin; Thy each part Has shot an arrow through my heart; Thy blazing eye, thy lip so thinne, Thy azure cheek, & christall chinne, Thy rainbow brow, with many a rose; Thy saphyre eares, and ruby nose, All wound my soule, O gentle be Or Lady you will ruin mee.