Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.77 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I I the tree, when I climb that tree, honey Dorus tell me it over again, my dear bird what did Iupiter to Apollo. Upon some falling out I told you Jupiter threw Apollo out of heaven and his deity taken away he was fain to live upon the earth and keep Admetus Cattle, in the time of his service being sent to fetch a breed of beasts out of Arcadia, in this very desert he grew faint and weary; and would needs rest himself in the boughs of an Ashen tree. The tree we wot of; on sweet bird Apollo in that tree calling to mind his quarrel with Iupiter became very sorrowful, and pitifully complaining to his father, asking him mercy for having offended him was from that tree received into his golden sphere, and made a god again Oh brave Having the perfect nature of a god Never to be ingrateful he then granted A double life to Admetus', and because That tree was chapel of his happy prayers To it he gave this quality Now it comes That whosoever sat down in that tree In like estate and sort as he did then Oh now now now. Should forthwith have there their wish Oh the tree, the tree, the tree The king understood thus much by Oracle; and tried himself but being neither herdsman as then Apollo was, nor of the race which is necessary, delivered this secret to your father but made him swear to wish by his direction; for his own benefit Dametas told it me, and is now gone to furnish himself with a scarlet Cloak for in that he must be muffled just as Apollo was, I might now prevent'em all and be king myself, but what have I to wish more than the love of Mopsa which since without more charming force you yield me; I'll fit you with a cloak and then wish what you will yourself I'll be Queen or Apollo shall never look me in the face again, quickly sweet Dorus, come muffle me I long to be Queen, and my father shall ask me blessing. COme my masters let us be resolute, is there any man That will justify himself to be sober amongst us? No hang sobriety We must be valiant, the King I say again has left us, and since He scorns our company for my part I scorn to be his subject I I scorn subjects, I'll be an Emperor It is time to look into the government, none but Gentlemen are of his Counsel, I see no reason since the Country is' ours but we should have a stroke in the state. That was bravely spoke my bully, stroke, he by Mars his Gauntlet spoke like a soldier, I do not like the Carriage of the secret Counsels Nor I nor anybody Take heed my Masters Let's hear Thumb the Miller
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I I the tree, when I climbe that tree, hony Dorus tell me it over agen, my deere bird what did Iupiter to Apollo. Vpon some falling out I tould you Jupiter threw Apollo out of heaven and his deitie taken away he was faine to live upon the earth and keepe Admetas Cattell, in the time of his service being sent to fetch abreede of beasts out of Arcadia, in this very desart he grew fainte and wearie; and would needs rest himselfe in the boughes of an Ashen tree. The tree we wot of; on sweete bird Apollo in that tree calling to minde his quarrell with Iupiter became very sorrowfull, and pittifully complayning to his father, asking him mercie for having offended him was from that tree receiv'd into his golden spheare, and made a god agen Oh brave Having the perfect nature of a god Never to be ingratefull he then granted A double life to Admetas, and because That tree was chappell of his happy prayers To it he gave this quality Now it comes That whosoever sat downe in that tree In like estate and sort as he did then Oh now now now. Should forthwith have there their wish Oh the tree, the tree, the tree The king vnderstood thus much by Oracle; and tried himselfe but being neither heardman as then Apollo was, nor of the race which is necessarie, delivered this secret to your father but made him sweare to wish by his direction; for his owne benefit Dametas tould it me, and is now gon to furnish himselfe with a scarlet Cloake for in that he must be mufled just as Apollo was, I might now prevent'em all and be king my selfe, but what have I to wish more then the love of Mopsa which since without more charming force you yeild me; Ile fit you with a cloake and then wish what you will your selfe Ile be Queene or Apollo shall never looke me in the face agen, quickly sweet Dorus, come muffle me I long to be Queene, and my father shall aske me blessing. COme my masters let us be resolute, is there any man That will justifie himselfe to be sober amongst us? No hang sobriety We must be valiant, the King I say agen has left us, and since He scornes our company for my part I scorne to be his subject I I scorne subjects, Ile be an Emperor It is time to looke into the government, none but Gentlemen are of his Counsell, I see no reason since the Countrie is 'ours but we should have a stroake in the state. That was bravely spoke my bully, stroke, heby Mars his Gauntlet spoke like a souldier, I doe not like the Carriage of the secret Counsells Nor I nor any body Take heede my Masters Lets heare Thumbe the Miller