Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1589 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.79 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
The liker thy feet Camilla, which were taught not to stand still. So, no more Ladies: let our coming to sport not turn to spite. Love thou Suavia, if thou think it sweet: sing thou Caelia for thine own content: tell thou tales, and dance thou Camilla: and so every one using her own delight, shall have no cause to be discontent. But here cometh Martius & the rest. What news Martius of my Sovereign and Father Midas? Madam, he no sooner bathed his limbs in the river, but it turned to a golden stream, the sands to fine gold, and all to gold that was cast into the water. Midas dismayed at the sudden alteration, assayed again to touch a stone, but he could not alter the nature of the stone. Then went we with him to the Temple of Bacchus, where we offered a lance wreathed about with ivy. Garlands of ripe grapes, and skins of Wolves and Panthers, and a great standing cup of the water, which so lately was turned to gold. Bacchus accepted our gifts, commanding Midas to honour the Gods, and also in wishing to be as wise, as he meant to have made him fortunate. Happy Sophronia, that hast lived to hear these news, and happy Midas, if thou live better to govern thy fortune. But what is become of our king? Midas overjoyed with this good fortune, determined to use some solace in the woods; where, by chance we roused a great bore, he eager of the sport, outrid us: and we thinking he had been come to his Palace some other way, came ourselves the next way. If he be not returned, he cannot be long: we have also lost our pages, which we think are with him. The God's shield him from all harms: the woods are full of Tigers, and he of courage: wild beasts make no difference between a king & a clown; nor hunters in the heat of their pastime, fear no more the fierceness of the boar, than the fearfulness of the hare. But I hope well, let us in to see all well. PAn wilt thou contend with Apollo, who tunes the heavens, and makes them all hang by harmony? Orpheus that caused trees to move with the sweetness of his harp, offereth yearly homage to my lute: so doth Arion, that brought Dolphins to his sugared notes; and Amphion, that by music reared the walls of Thebes. Only Pan with his harsh whistle (which makes beasts shake for fear, not men dance for joy) seeks to compare with Apollo. Pan is a God, Apollo is no more. Comparisons cannot be odious, where the deities are equal. This pipe (my sweet pipe) was once a Nymph, a fair Nymph; once my lovely Mistress, now my heavenly music. Tell me Apollo, is there any instrument so sweet to play on, as ones Mistress? Had thy lute been of laurel, and the strings of Daphne's hair; thy tunes might have been compared to my notes: for then Daphne would have added to thy stroke sweetness, & to thy thoughts melody.
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The liker thy feete Camilla, which were taught not to stand still. So, no more Ladies: let our comming to sport not tourne to spight. Loue thou Suauia, if thou thinke it sweete: sing thou Caelia for thine owne content: tell thou tales, and daunce thou Camilla: and so euerie one vsing hir own delight, shall haue no cause to be discontent. But here cōmeth Martius & the rest. What newes Martius of my Soueraigne and Father Mydas? Madam, he no sooner bathed his lims in the riuer, but it turnde to a golden stream, the sands to fine gold, and all to gold that was cast into the water. Mydas dismaid at the sodaine alteration, assaied againe to touch a stone, but he could not alter the nature of the stone. Then went we with him to the Temple of Bacchus, where we offred a launce wreathed about with yuie. Garlands of ripe grapes, and skinnes of Wolues and Panthers, and a great standing cup of the water, which so lately was turnd to golde. Bacchus accepted our giftes, commaunding Mydas to honour the Gods, and also in wishing to bee as wise, as he meant to haue made him fortunate. Happie Sophronia, that hast liued to heare these newes, and happie Mydas, if thou liue better to gouern thy fortune. But what is become of our king? Mydas ouerioyed with this good fortune, determined to vse some solace in the woods; where, by chaunce we roufed a great bore, he eager of the sport, outrid vs: and wee thinking hee had been come to his Pallace some other way, came our selues the next way. If he be not returned, he cannot be long: we haue also lost our pages, which we thinke are with him. The Gods shield him from all harmes: the woods are full of Tygers, and he of courage: wilde beasts make no difference between a king & a clowne; nor hunters in the heat of their pastime, feare no more the fiersnes of the boare, thā the fearfulnes of the hare. But I hope well, let vs in to see all well. PAn wilt thou contend with Apollo, who tunes the heauens, and makes them all hang by harmony? Orpheus that caused trees to moue with the sweetnes of his harp, offreth yerely homage to my lute: so doth Arion, that brought Dolphins to his sugred notes; and Amphion, that by musicke reard the walls of Thebes. Onely Pan with his harsh whistle (which makes beasts shake for feare, not men dance for ioy) seekes to compare with Apollo. Pan is a God, Apollo is no more. Comparisons cannot bee odious, where the Dieties are equall. This pipe (my sweete pipe) was once a Nymph, a faire Nymph; once my louely Mistres, now my heauenly musicke. Tell mee Apollo, is there anie instrument so sweete to play on, as ones Mistres? Had thy lute been of lawrell, and the strings of Daphnes haire; thy tunes might haue beene compared to my noates: for then Daphne would haue added to thy stroake sweetnes, & to thy thoughts melodie.