Peele, George · published 1584 · first performed or written 1581 [c.1581-1584] (Annals) pastoral · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.77 · 580 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Phoebe, chief Mistress of this sylvan chase, Whom gods have chosen to conclude the case, That yet in balance undecided lies. Touching bestowing of this golden prize. I give my promise and mine oath withal, By Stix, by heavens power imperial, By all that longs to Pallas deity, Her shield, her lance, ensigns of chivalry, Her sacred wreath of Olive, and of Bay, Her crested helm, and else what Pallas may, That wheresoe'er this ball of purest gold, That chaste Diana here in hand doth hold, Unpartially her wisdom shall bestow, Without mislike or quarrel any more, Pallas shall rest content and satisfied, And say the best desert doth there abide. And here I promise and protest withal, By Styx, by heavens power imperial, By all that longs to Juno's deity, Her crown, her mace, ensigns of majesty: Her spotless marriage-rites, her league divine, And by that holy name of Proserpine, That wheresoe'er, this ball of purest gold, That chaste Diana here in hand doth hold, Unpartially her wisdom shall bestow, Without mislike or quarrel any more, Iuno shall rest content and satisfied, And say the best desert doth there abide. And lovely Phoebe, for I know thy doom willbe no other than shall thee become, Behold I take thy dainty hand to kiss, And with my solemn oath confirm my promise, By Styx, by Ioues immortal empery, By Cupid's bow, by Venus' myrtle-tree, By Vulcan's gift, my Ceston, and my fan, By this red rose, whose colour first began, When erst my wanton boy (the more his blame) Did draw his bow awry and hurt his dame, By all the honour and the sacrifice, That from Cithaeron and from Paphos rise: That wheresoe'er, etc. Venus shall rest, etc. It is enough, and goddesses attend: There wons within these pleasant shady woods, Where neither storm nor sun's distemperature Have power to hurt by cruel heat or cold, Under the climate of the milder heaven, Where seldom lights Ioues angry thunderbolt, For favour of that sovereign earthly peer: Where whistling winds make music 'mong the trees, Far from disturbance of our country gods, Amids the Cypress springs a gracious Nymph, That honour Dian for her chastity, And likes the labours well of Phoebe's groves: The place Elysium height, and of the place, Her name that governs there Eliza is, A kingdom that may well compare with mine. An ancient seat of kings, a second Troie, Ycompast round with a commodious sea: Her people are yclept Angeli, Or if I miss a letter is the most. She giveth laws of justice and of peace, And on her head as fits her fortune best, She wears a wreath of laurel, gold, and palm: Her robes of purple and of scarlet dye, Her veil of white, as best befits a maid. Her ancestors live in the house of fame, She giveth arms of happy victory, And flowers to deck her lions crowned with gold. This peerless nymph whom heaven and earth beloves, This Paragon, this only this is she, In whom do meet so many gifts in one, On whom our country gods so often gaze, In honour of whose name the Muses sing. In state Queen Juno's peer, for power in arms, And virtues of the mind Minerva's mate, As fair and lovely as the queen of love: As chaste as Dian in her chaste desires. The same is she, if Phoebe do no wrong, To whom this ball in merit doth belong.
seed 43: T28 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Phoebe, chiefe Mistresse of this siluan chace, Whom gods haue chosen to conclude the case, That yet in ballance vndecyded lies. Touching bestowing of this golden prize. I giue my promise and mne othe withall, By Six, by heauens power imperiall, By all that longes to Pallas deytie, Her shlde, her launce, ensignes of chiuallrie, Her sacred wreath of Oliue, and of Baye, Her crested helme, and else what Pallas may, That where so ere this ball of purest golde, That chast Diana here in hande doth holde, Vnpartially her wisedome shall bestowe, Without mislike o quarrell any moe, Pallas shall rest content and satisfied, And say the best desert doth there abde. And here I promise and protest withall, By Stix, by heauens power imperiall, By all that longes to Iunoes deitie, Her crowne, her mace, ensignes of maiestie: Her spotles mariage-rites, her league diuine, And by that holy name of Proserpine, That wheresoere, this ball of purest golde, That chast Diana here in hande doth holde, Vnpartially her wisedome shall bestowe, Without mislike o quarrell anie moe, Iuno shall rest content and satisfied, And say the best desert doth there abyde. And louely Phoebe, for I knowe thy dome Wilbe no other then shall thee become, Beholde I take thy daintie hande to kisse, And with my solemne othe confirme my promise, By Stix, by Ioues immortall emperie, By Cupids bowe, by Venus mirtle-tree, By Vulcans gifte, my Ceston, and my fan, By this red rose, whose colour first began, When erst my wanton boy (the more his blame) Did drawe his bowe awry and hurt his dme, By all the honour and the sacrifie, That from Cithaeron and fom Paphos rise: That wheresoere, &c. Venus shall rest, &c. It is enough, and goddesses attende: There wons within these pleasaunt shady woods, Where neither storme nor Suns distemperature Haue power to hurte by cruell heate or colde, Vnder the clymate of the milder heauen, Where seldome lights Ioues angrie thunderbolt, For fauour of that soueraygne earthly peere: Where whystling windes make musick 'mong the trees, Far from disturbance of our countrie gods, Amids the Cypres springes a gratious Nymphe, That honour Dian for her chastitie, And likes the labours well of Phoebes groues: The place Elizium hight, and of the place, Her name that gouernes there Eliza is, A kingdome that may well compare with mine. An auncient seat of kinges, a seconde Troie, Ycompast rounde with a commodious sea: Her people are leeped Angeli▪ Or if I misse a lettre is the most. She giueth lawes of iustice and of peace, And on her heade as fits her fortune best, She weares a wreath of laurell, golde, and palme: Her robes of purple and of scarlet die, Her vayle of white, as best befits a mayde. Her auncestors liue in the house of fame, Shee giueth armes of happie victorie, And flowers to decke her lyons crowned with golde. This peereles nymphe whom heauen and earth beloues, This Paragon, this onely this is shee, In whom do meete so manie giftes in one, On whom our countrie gods so often gaze, In honour of whose name the Muses singe. In state Queene Iunos peere, for power in armes, And vertues of the minde Mineruaes ▪ As fayre and louely as the queen of loue: As chast as Dian in her chast desires. Th ame is shee, if Phoebe doe no wronge, To whom this ball in merit doth belonge.