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 0.72 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I see your passions are the same and I This might resolve to wait for you in the Cave If you when your Gynoecia is a-bed And fast asleep, (be sure of that) will please To put yourself to a short travel, I Shall not express your welcome, but Dear as my soul I apprehend my comfort One kiss in earnest of the million Thou shalt receive, but carry it close Zelmane This is the Tree Oh let me kiss it toes Best lose no time Haile upon hail sweet tree, Crown thee and all thy wishes, Oh Dorus up womee Dorus, up womee, up womee, up womee Dorus, teach me to climb the right way prithee You must be muffled in the cloak, so now remember your instructions, make first your invocation to Apollo as I told you, which being done, employ your mind withal devotion to his deity, until you hear a voice call three times on you by your name, though you should think your father mother Pamela or myself talk to you answer not they are spirits that would delude. Under three Mopsa's I'll not talk to 'em, I'll not be cozened Hold there and you'll' be happy I'll ask a king to my husband, and thou shalt be he Your invocation. Into the great ears of Apollo Now let my invocation hollow Oh thou that lightest all the day For some to work and some to play By owl light now Incline a gracious ear to me Thus, muffled in thy wishing tree Singing whoop whoop whooe And pardon this my subtlety That I deceive the passers by I in this bough Do use the accents of that foul Because I would be thought an Owl With whoop whoop whoee She has done her invocation Can she not hear us She shall hear us, but I have taken order with her eyes and understanding too, she'll not believe us, thou lovely bird Madge owlet That's a spirit in the voice of Dorus, but I'll not answer. See Dorus and Pamela both are here Whilst old Dametas Miso, and their dear Daughter are straggled forth, they both together Are taking now their flight, and who knows whether This is too plain Oh cunning Devils, but I'll not hear nor speak a syllable If thou canst find a tongue to tell Dametas, Make known unto his wisdom he is gulled Take courage Madam the way lies fair before us And a barque already prepared cries come a w Farewell owlet Whoop whoop whooe— heigh I hear another singing spirit in my father's voice, be't Apollo himself, under three Mopsa's I'll not speak This is the tree, and here the earth is broken The certain sign left by my trusty Dorus The mouth of the rich treasure I salute thee And kiss the hole from whence shall come my gold Which being done blithely to work I fall My hand is in the moonshine, and up goes all Whoop whoop, whooe
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I see your passions are the same and I This might resolue to waite for you in the Cave If you when your Gynecia is a bed And fast a sleepe, (be sure of that) will please To put your selfe to a short travell, I Shall not expresse your welcome, but Deere as my soule I apprehend my comfort One kisse in earnest of the million Thou shalt receive, but carrie it close Zelmane This is the Tree Oh let me kisse it toes Best loose no time Haile upon haile sweete tree, Crowne thee and all thy wishes, Oh Dorus up womee Dorus, up womee, up womee, up womee Dorus, teach mee to clymbe the right way prithee You must be muffled in the cloake, so now remember your instructions, make first your invocation to Apollo as I tould you, which being done, imploy your minde withall devotion to his deity, untill you heare a voyce call three times on you by your name, tho you should thinke your father mother Pamela or my selfe talke to you answer not they are spirits that would delude. Vnder three Mopsas Ile not talke to 'em, Ile not be cozend Hold there and youl' be happy Ile aske a king to my husand, and thou shalt be he Your invocation. Into the greate eares of Apollo Now let my invocation hollow Oh thou that lightest all the day For some to worke and some to play By owle light now Incline a gracious eare to me Thus▪ muffled in thy wishing Singing whoope whoope who And pardon this my subtilty That I deceive the passers by I in this bough Doe use the accentes of that fowle Because I would be thought an Owle With whoope whoope whoee She has done her invocation Can she not heare us She shall heare us, but I have taken order with her eyes and understanding too, sheel not beleeve us, thou lovely bird Madge howlet That's a spirit in the voyce of Dorus, but Ile not answer. See Dorus and Pamela both are heere Whilst old Dametas Miso, and their deere Daughter are stragled forth, they both together Are taking now their flight, and who knowes whether This is too plaine Oh cunning Divells, but Ile not heare nor speake a sillable If thou canst finde a tongue to tell Dametas, Make knowne unto his wisdome he is gull'd Take courage Madam the way lies faire before us And abarque already prepard cries come a bour'd Farewell Howlet Whoope whoope whooe—Hey I heare another singing spirit in my fathers voyce, bee't Apollo himselfe, under three Mopsas Ile not speake This is the tree, and heere the earth is broken The certaine signe left by my trusty Dorus The mouth of the rich treasure I salute thee And kisse the hole from whence shall come my gold Which being done blithly to worke I fall My hand is in the moone-shine, and up goes all Whoope whoope, whooe