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 0.86 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
What's that; an Owl, good Mistress Margerie I am busy Art thou poor and wouldst thou be advanced by wealth to Dignity do not think it then unmeet to stoop with hands beneath thy feet 'Tis not with hand over head to be found no no thou must stoop though thou hold'st up thy poop and grabble for't in ground Ha what's this, my hand is in the Honey pot I think, umh umh I do not like the softness, I did grope for harder stuff, if this be gold 'tis liquid, and yet too thick to be potable as they say, it has a kind of waif methinks if I have not lost a sense upon the sudden, I smell, call you this gold finding I have an extreme list now so I have saving your presence, devil would restore your sense What's this, a written parchment this may be the inventory of all the treasure. Who hath his hire hath well his labour placed Earth thou didst seek, and store of earth thou hast how's this Whoop whoop whooe As sure as this is my own nose, I am stinkingly abused Ha ha ha, Can Madge Howlets laugh, that laugh was like my Daughter Mopsa There's one time, again again sweet Apollo 'Tis her voice what makes she there, now the dread vengeance of my dear fatherly curse, light overthwart thee thou awkward hilding Mopsa There's two times, Mopsa once more and 'tis Apollo Will you not answer in the devil's name Mopsa I say, oh are you come Yes yes divine Apollo I'll unhood ye where's Pamela Thank your Deity Speak now and tell me Answer my wishes as' thou art Phoebus, as thou art Apollo tho in the likeness of the Clown my father, grant me my wishes first, I ask a King to be my husband. What talkest thou of a King; the King will hang thy father if Pamela be gone Let him be hanged I care not, but let Dorus be a King, and let him be my husband good Apollo she's stark staring mad, hast thou forgot thy father, where is thy wit I do not ask for wit, I tell thee, let me have a sufficient husband and let him be a King Thou shalt have thy bellyful of husbands Oh that, that, that I'll at you both thou ribald villain and thou harlot Miso my spouse fall'n mad too Thou wot not beat thy mother Oh me I defy her and thee and thou be'st not Apollo, Oh who has gulled us all, dear Miso, tender Mopsa hear me, before I open my mouth, art not thou Miso, and thou my daughter Mopsa, oh we are all undone we are all undone Are not you god Apollo No as ever I hope to see him or any of his fellows in the face again, I am mortal Dametas and I think thy father, I am sure I am by thy mother's side, where is Pamela all this while, who's at home.
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What's that; an Owle, good Misis Margerie I am busie Art thou poore and wouldst thou be advanc'd by wealth to Dignity doe not thinke it then vnmeete to stoope with hands beneath thy feete 'Tis not with hand over head to be found no o thou must stoope though thou holdst up thy poope and grable for't in ground Ha what's this, my hand is in the Hony pot I thinke, vmh vmh I doe not like the softnes, I did groape for harder stuffe, if this be gold 'tis liquid, and yet too thicke to be potable as they say, it has a kinde of weft me thinks if I have not lost a sence upon the sudden, I smell, call you this gold finding I have an extreame list now so I have saving your presence, divell would restore your sence What's this, a written parchment this may be the inventory of all the treasure. Who hath his hire hath well his labor plac'd Earth thou didst seeke, and store of earth thou hast Howe's this Whoope whoope whooe As sure as this is my owne nose, I am stinkingly abus'd Ha ha ha, Can Madge Howlets laugh, that laugh was like my Daughter Mopsa There's one time, againe againe sweete Apollo 'Tis her voyce what makes she there, now the dread vengeance of my deere fatherly curse, light over th'wart thee thou aukeward helding Mopsa There's two times, Mopsa once more and 'tis Apollo Will you not answer in the Divells name Mopsa I say, oh are you come Yes yes divine Apollo Ile unhoode yee wheres Pamela Thanke your Deitie Speake now and tell me Answer my wishes as 'thou art Phebus, as thou art Apollo tho in the likenesse of the Clowne my father, grant me my wishes first, I aske a King to be my husband. What talkest thou of a King; the King will hang thy father if Pamela be gon Let him be hang'd I care not, but let Dorus be a King, and let him be my husband good Apollo Shee's starke staring mad, hast thou forgot thy father, where is thy wit I doe not aske for wit, I tell thee, let me have a sufficient husband and let him be a King Thou shal't have thy bellifull of husbands Oh that, that, that Ile at you both thou ribald villaine and thou harlot Miso my spouse falne mad too Thou wot not beate thy mother Oh me I defie her and thee and thou beest not Apollo, Oh who has gulled us all, deere Miso, tender Mopsa heare me, before I open my mouth, art not thou Miso, and thou my daughter Mopsa, oh we are all vndone we are all vndone Are not you god Apollo No as ever I hope to see him or any of his fellowes in the face againe, I am mortall Dametas and I thinke thy father, I am sure I am by thy mothers side, where is Pamela all this while, whoes at home.