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 0.80 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
As sure as you are my father and you my mother, there's nobody at home she's gone, she's gone Dorus and Pamela, or two fiends with their voices passed by whilst I was in Apollo's tree Apollo's tree Cast off your wonder I am not such an ass, but I perceive We are gulled So Devil Dorus told me Oh me they are gone, was this your care Nay then where was your own. Fall not at odds 'bout that, but go with me And help me to scape the gallow tree. Did I not counterfeit an infirmity Rarely, how love will prompt his votary The King suspects not what we purpose 'las poor man, how careful he seemed of my health And counselled me to bed I smiled to see it So soon as he is asleep expect me Stay, oath sudden I ha' thought upon a way Blessed blessed minute. What's the device You sha'not go to bed Not I God Genius I will not trust our work to fortune if You should want cunning in your passions Or he should wake unhappily and find You absent, all were lost, to prevent this You shall not come to me if there be danger 'Tis fit I be exposed I'll take your place And disarray me for Basilius bed. d'ye mark, muffled up for your supposed Distemper, let me alone to counterfeit dullness, and when his senses are chained up In sleep, I will come down tooth cave to you But take my mantle if any of Dametas' People meet you I will visit but my Closet And follow thy instructions, If there be any stars are kind to love This night shoot forth your golden heads, be thou Bright moon propitious; on all eyes that would Betray our flight, cast out a sullen mist And hide thy silver crescent in a cloud, But to our passage be a gentle goddess And borrow of thy brother yet more light The day may spare it, Musidorus is Embarked already with his Mistress, If I obtain Philoclea's consent Zelmane now I am prepared Haste to the Cave, expect, Your servants visit And my happiness How rudely vice becomes us, here's a Lady Whom never fame yet blemished, now the example Of Cupid's tyranny, love transforms us all And fools our understandings, I pity her▪ Now are Basilius thoughts in motion And hurry him to the same licentiousness. There is warm snow I see, he delays time. In hope to find his Queen asleep, whose place I must assume for once, love dwells upon A cliff and all the ways to our enjoying Are difficult and ragged, But I forget, Basilius, I must Compose me for his bed, I sha'not be Much troubled, good old King he wishes me Good rest I know, and secure dreams, oh see Philoclea what ways I come to thee
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As sure as you are my father and you my mother, theres No body at home Shee's gon, shee's gon Dorus and Pamela, or two feends with their voyces pastby whilst I was in Apollos tree Apollos tree Cast off your wonder I am not such an asse, but I perceive We are gull'd So Divell Dorus tould me Oh me they are gon, was this your care Nay then where was your owne. Fall not at odds bout that, but goe with me And helpe me to scape the gallow tree. Did I not counterfeit an infirmitie Rarely, how love will prompt his votarie The King suspects not what we purpose Las poore man, how carefull he seem'd of my health And councell'd me to bed I smil'd to see it So soone as he is a sleepe expect me Stay, oth suddaine I ha thought upon a way Blessed blessed minute. What's the device You shan'ot goe to bed Not I God Genius I will not trust our worke to fortune if You should want cunning in your passions Or he should wake unhappily and finde You absent, all were lost, to prevent this You shall not come to me if there be danger 'Tis fit I be expos'd Ile take your place And disaray me for Basilius bed. De'e marke, muffled up for your suppos'd Distemper, let me alone to counterfeit Dulnes, and when his sences are chain'd up In sleepe, I will come downe toth cave to you But take my mantle if any of Dametas People meete you I will visit bu my Closet And follow thy instructions, If there be any starrs are kinde to love This night shoote forth your golden heads, be thou Bright moone propitious; on all eyes that would Betray our flight, cast out a fullen mist And hide thy silver cressent in a cloud, But to our passage be a gentle goddesse And borrow of thy brother yet more light The day may spare it, Musidorus is Embark'd already with his Mistris, If I obtaine Philocleas consent Zelmane now I am prepar'd Haste to the Cave, expect, Your servants visit And my happines How rudely vice becomes us, here's a Lady Whom never fame yet blemish'd, now the example Of Cupids tyranie, love transformes us all And fooles our understandings, I pittie her▪ Now are Basilius thoughts in motion And hurry him to the same licentiousnes. There is warme snow I see, he delaies time. In hope to finde his Queene asleepe, whose place I must assume for once, love dwells upon A cliffe and all the waies to our enjoying Are difficult and ragged, But I forget, Basilius, I must Compose me for his bed, I shannot be Much troubled, good old King he wishes me Good rest I know, and secure dreames, oh see Philoclea what waies I come to thee