Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals) romance unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
That's strange, how comes it? He's an Egyptian, borne at holy Memphis, And Isis' Priest, whose custom is t'abstain From wine and flesh as things unlawful. Then Bring me some water, wise and reverend man, Pardon my ignorance which knew it not; Now Sir to you in your own element, And let this table make a lasting league Of amity between us. Let it be so, Worthy Theagenes, for I do much Desire that combination. Ere you go Please you to see a dance in armour, called Pyrricha, which we use in Thessalie. What pleaseth you doth please us. Sound music then. Thanks for our worthy entertainment Sir. 'Twas not a dream or such like fantasy, As oftentimes invades and creeps into The minds of men, when Morpheus shuts their eyes, That took me last night napping in my bed: No, 'twas no dream, but a true apparition. I saw Apollo, and Diana both Appear before me, and with them they brought Theagenes and fair Cariclea, Apollo gave me him, Diana her, With this command, go take these young folks with thee, And haste thee home unto thy native country, 'tis time, for so the Destiny's command, Love them as if they were thy natural children, And when thou com'st to Egypt, lead them further, Where it shall please us gods to give direction; With that they vanished, and a token gave That it was not a dream, or a false vision: Immortal powers, your hests I will obey, If you vouchsafe to point me out the way. Who's there? 'Tis I, Theagenes your friend. Theagenes, the brave Thessalian Captain, Most welcome Sir, what business was of force To make you stir so early? Reverend Father, A stirring one which keeps my thoughts awake, And banisheth sweet slumber from mine eyes, Hath made me break your morning meditations, And though I suffer beyond thought of man, Yet blush I to reveal my grief for shame. Come, come, I know your grief, although you are Ashamed to tell it me, I know it well, For nothing from my wisdom can be hid, And from the knowledge of the gods my son. Young man, thou art in love, nay, start not back, Thou art in love with fair Cariclea. Thy prophecy is true, I am in love With fair Cariclea, save me learned man; For without help I cannot live a day, So much this mischief works upon my heart; I never till now knew the effects of love, Nor ere saw woman that I thought deserved To be beloved, before Cariclea's beauty Made me a slave to Cupid's cruelty. Weep not Theagines, be of good cheer; For since you have recourse to me for help, My wisdom shall prevail above her strength, Although she be perverse, and easily Will not be drawn to love, I'll try all means For your sake whom I love, and use all art I can to break her nature, be but bold, And do as I shall show you.
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That's ſtrange, how comes it? He's an Aegyptian, borne at holy Memphis, And Iſis Prieſt, whoſe cuſtome is t'abſtaine From wine and fleſh as things unlawfull. Then Bring me ſome water, wiſe and reverend man, Pardon my ignorance which knew it not; Now Sir to you in your owne element, And let this table make a laſting league Of amity betweene us. Let it be ſo, Worthy Theagenes, for I doe much Deſire that combination. Ere you goe Pleaſe you to ſee a dance in armour, call'd Pyrricha, which we uſe in Theſſalie. What pleaſeth you doth pleaſe us. Sound muſicke then. Thanks for our worthy entertainment Sir. 'Twas not a dreame or ſuch like fantaſie, As oftentimes invades and creepes into The mindes of men, when Morpheus ſhuts their eyes, That tooke me laſt night napping in my bed: No, twas no dreame, but a true apparition. I ſaw Apollo, and Diana both Appeare before me, and with them they brought Theagenes and faire Cariclea, Apollo gave me him, Diana her, With this command, goe take theſe young folkes with thee, And haſte thee home unto thy native countrey, Tis time, for ſo the Deſtinies command, Love them as if they were thy naturall children, And when thou comſt to Egypt, leade them further, Where it ſhall pleaſe us gods to give direction; With that they vaniſh'd, and a token gave That it was not a dreame, or a falſe viſion: Immortall powers, your heſts I will obey, If you vouchſafe to point me out the way. Who's there? 'Tis I, Theagenes your friend. Theagenes, the 'brave Theſſalian Captaine, Moſt welcome Sir, what busineſſe was of force To make you ſtirre ſo earely? Reverend Father, A ſtirring one which keeps my thoughts awake, And baniſheth ſweet ſlumber from mine eyes, Hath made me breake your morning meditations, And though I ſuffer beyond thought of man, Yet bluſh I to reveale my griefe for ſhame. Come, come, I know your griefe, although you are Aſham'd to tell it me, I know it well, For nothing from my wiſedome can be hid, And from the knowledge of the gods my ſon. Young man, thou art in love, nay, ſtart not backe, Thou art in love with faire Cariclea. Thy propheſie is true, I am in love With faire Cariclea, ſave me learned man; For without helpe I cannot live a day, So much this miſchiefe workes upon my heart; I never till now knew the effects of love, Nor ere ſaw woman that I thought deſerv'd To be beloved, before Caricleas beauty Made me a ſlave to Cupids cruelty. Weepe not Theagines, be of good cheere; For ſince you have recourſe to me for helpe, My wiſedome ſhall prevaile above her ſtrength, Although ſhee be perverſe, and eaſily Will not be drawne to love, I'le try all meanes For your ſake whom I love, and uſe all art I can to breake her nature, be but bold, And doe as I ſhall ſhew you.