The Royal Entertainment at Bisham Abbey · chunk 5 of 6
Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [Aug 21] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.81 · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Nescis temeraria; nescis, Quem fugias; idioque fugis. A short tale, but a sorrowful, a just complaint, but remedelesse, I loved, (for shephardes haue their Saints) long I loved (for beauty bindeth prentices) a Nymph most faire & as chast as faire, yet not more faire, then I unhappy, Apollo who calleth himself a god (a title among men, when they will commit injuries) term themselves gods, pursued my Daphne with bootless love, and me, with endless hate, her he wooed; with faire words, the flatteries of men, with great gifts, the sorceries of gods, with cruel threats, the terrefiing of weak damosels Néc prece néc pretio néc movet ille minis. me; he terrified with a monstrous word metamorphosing, saying that he would turn me into a wolf and of a shepherd make me a sheep-biter, or into a Cockatrice and cause mine eyes which gazed on her, to blind hers which made mine dazzle, or to a mould that I should hear his flattering speech, but never behold her faire face, tantaené animis caelestibus irae? sometimes would he allure her with sweet music, but harmony is harsh when it is lusts broker, often with promise of immortality, but chastetye is of itself immortal, ever pursuing her with swiftness, but virtue tying wings to the thoughts of Virgins, swiftness becometh surbated; thus lived he twixt love and jealousy; I twixt love and danger; she twixt fear and virtue. At last and alas, this day I fear of all my joys the last, I cannot as a Poet (who describing the morning, and before he tell what it is, make it night,) stand on the time, love coyneth no circumloquutions, but by the sun, a shepherds dial, which goeth as true as our harts, it was four of the clock, when she flying from his treason was turned into a three; which made me stand, as though I had been turned into a ston, and Apollo so enchanted as wounded with her loss, or his own cruelty, the fingers which were wont to play on the Lute, found no other instrument then his own face, the golden hair the pride of his head pulde off in locks and stamped at his feet, his sweet voice, turned to howling; and there sitteth he, (long may he sorrow,) wondering, and weeping, and kissing the laurel, his late love, and mine ever. Pleaseth your majesty to view the melancholy of Apollo, my distress, and Daphnes mischance, it may be the sight of so rare perfection, will make him die for grief, which I wish, or Daphne return to her old shape, which must be your wonder; if neither, it shal content me that I haue revealed my griefs, and that you may behold his.
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Neſcis temeraria; neſcis, Quem fugias; idio que fugis. A ſhort tale, but a ſorrowfull, a iuſt complaint, but remedeleſſe, I loued, (for ſhephardes haue their Saints) long I loued (for beauty bindeth prentices) a Nymph moſt faire & as chaſt as faire, yet not more faire, then I vnhappy, Apollo who calleth him ſelfe a god (a title among men, when they will commit iniuries) tearme themſelues gods, purſued my Daphne with booteleſſe loue, and me, with endleſſe hate, her he woed; with faire wordes, the flatteries of men, with great gifts, the ſorceries of gods, with cruell threates, the terrefiing of weake damoſels Néc prece néc pretio néc mouet ille minis. me; he terrified with a monſtrous word metamorphoſing, ſaying that he would turne me into a woolfe and of a ſhepheard make me a ſheepe-biter, or into a Cockatrice and cauſe mine eies which gazed on her, to blind hers which made mine dazell, or to a molde that I ſhould heare his flattering ſpeech, but neuer behold her faire face, tantaené animis caeleſtibus irae? ſometimes would he allure her with ſweete muſicke, but harmony is harſh when it is luſts broaker, often with promiſe of immortality, but chaſtetye is of it ſelfe immortall, euer purſuing her with ſwiftnes, but vertue tying wings to the thoughts of Virgins, ſwiftnes becommeth ſurbated; thus liued he twixt loue and ielouſy; I twixt loue and danger; ſhe twixt feare and vertue. At laſt and alas, this day I feare of all my ioyes the laſt, I cannot as a Poet (who deſcribing the morning, and before he tell what it is, make it night,) ſtand on the time, loue coyneth no circumloquutions, but by the ſunne, a Shepheardes Diall, which goeth as true as our harts, it was four of the clock, whē ſhe flying frō his treaſon was turned into a tree; which made me ſtand, as though I had bene turned into a ſtone, and Apollo ſo enchanted as wounded with her loſſe, or his owne crueltye, the fingers which were wonte to play on the Lute, found no other inſtrument then his owne face, the goulden haire the pride of his heade pulde off in lockes and ſtampt at his feete, his ſweete voice, turned to howling; and there ſitteth he, (long maie he ſorrowe,) wondring, and weeping, and kiſsing the lawrell, his late loue, and mine euer. Pleaſeth your Maieſtye to viewe the melancholy of Apollo, my diſtreſſe, and Daphnes miſchance, it may be the ſight of ſo rare perfectiō, will make him die for griefe, which I wiſh, or Daphne returne to her olde ſhape, which muſt be your wounder; if neither, it ſhal content me that I haue reuealed my griefes, and that you may beholde his.