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 0.82 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Bromius, what shall I do? I am no woman! If geelding of me will preserve your grace, With all my heart. No master, let him rather Steal away all your orchard Apples. I and shall, Beauteous Queen Mab may lose her longing else. How's this? are you no woman then? Can such bright beauty live with men? An't please your grace I am your Knight Iocastus. Indeed I thought no man but he Could of such perfect beauty be. Cannot your Grace distil me to a woman. I have an herb, they Moly call, Can change thy shape (my sweet) and shall. To taste this Moly but agree, And thou shalt perfect woman be. With all my heart; ne'er let me move But I am up to th'ears in love. But what if I do marry thee? My Queen Iocasta thou shalt be: Sweet Moly! pray let Bromius have some Moly too, he'll make a very pretty waiting maid. No indeed forsooth, you have Ladies enough already. Half your estate then give to me, Else, you being gone, there none will be, Whose Orchard I dare here frequent. Sweet Oberon, I am content. The other half let Mopsus take. And Thestylis a jointure make. Why master, are you mad? Your mistress sirrah. Our grace has said it, and it shall be so. What, will you give away all your estate? We have enough beside in Fairy land. You Thestylis shall be our maid of honour. I humbly thank your Grace. Come Princely Oberon, I long to taste this Moly: pray bestow The Knighthood of the Mellisonant Tingle tangle, Upon our brother Mopsus, we will raise All of our house to honours. Gracious sister! I always thought I was borne to be a Queen. Come let us walk, majestic Queen, Of Fairy mortals to be seen. In chairs of Pearl thou placed shalt be, And Empresses shall envy thee, When they behold upon our throne Iocasta with her— Dorilas. Ha, ha, ha! Am I deceived and cheated, gulled and fooled? Alas sir you were borne to be a Queen. My lands, my livings, and my orchard gone? Your grace hath said it, and it must be so. You have enough beside in Fairy land. What would your Grace command your maid of honour? Well I restore your lands: only the orchared I will reserve for fear Queen Mab should long. Part I'll restore unto my liberal sister In lieu of my great Knighthood. Part give I. I am beholding to your liberality. I'll some thing give as well as do the rest, Take my fool's coat, for you deserve it best. I shall grow wiser. Oberon will be glad on't I must go call Urania that she may Come vow Virginity.
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)
Bromius, what shall I doe? I am no woman! If geelding of me will preserve your grace, With all my heart. No master, let him rather Steale away all your orchard Apples. I and shall, Beauteous Queen Mab may loose her longing else. How's this? are you no woman then? Can such bright beauty live with men? An't please your grace I am your Knight Iocastus. Indeed I thought no man but hee Could of such perfect beauty bee. Cannot your Grace distill me to a woman. I have an hearb, they Moly call, Can change thy shape (my sweet) and shall. To tast this Moly but agree, And thou shalt perfect woman bee. With all my heart; nere let me move But I am up to th'eares in love. But what if I doe marry thee? My Queene Iocasta thou shalt bee: Sweet Moly! pray let Bromius have some Moly too, Hee'l make a very pretty waiting maid. No indeed forsooth, you have Ladies enough already. Halfe your estate then give to mee, Else, you being gone, there none will be, Whose Orchard I dare here frequent. Sweet Oberon, I am content. The other halfe let Mopsus take. And Thestylis a joynture make. Why master, are you mad? Your mistrisse sirrah. Our grace has said it, and it shall be so. What, will you give away all your estate? We have enough beside in Fairy land. You Thestylis shall be our maid of honour. I humbly thank your Grace. Come Princely Oberon, I long to tast this Moly: pray bestow The Knight-hood of the Mellisonant Tingle tangle, Vpon our brother Mopsus, we will raise All of our house to honours. Gracious sister! I alwaies thought I was borne to be a Queene. Come let us walke, majestique Queene, Of Fairy mortalls to be seene. In chaires of Pearle thou plac't shalt bee, And Empresses shall envy thee, When they behold upon our throne Iocasta with her—Dorilas. Ha, ha, ha! Am I deceiv'd and cheated, guld and foold? Alas sir you were borne to be a Queene. My lands, my livings, and my orchard gone? Your grace hath said it, and it must be so. You have enough beside in Fairy land. What would your Grace command your maid of honour? Well I restore your lands: only the orchar'd I will reserve for fear Queen Mab should long. Part I'le restore unto my liberall sister In leiw of my great Knighthood. Part give I. I am beholding to your liberality. I'le some thing give as well as doe the rest, Take my fooles coat, for you deserve it best. I shall grow wiser. Oberon will be glad on't I must goe call Vrania that she may Come vow Virginity.