Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 503 words
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Look Sim the fool is come again now. Sirrah go fetch our horses forth, and bring Them to the back gate presently. I will sir I warrant you, Come Kate the Moon shines clear tonight methinks. The moon? why husband you are deceived It is the sun. Yet again: come back again it shall be The moon ere we come at your fathers. Why I'll say as you say it is the moon. Iesus save the glorious moon. Iesus save the glorious moon. I am glad Kate your stomach is come down, I know it well thou knowest it is the sun, But I did try to see if thou wouldst speak, And cross me now as thou hast done before, And trust me kate hadst thou not named the moon, We had gone back again as sure as death, But soft whose's this that's coming here. Thus all alone from Cestus am I come, And left my princely court and noble train, To come to Athens, and in this disguise, To see what course my son Aurelius takes, But stay, here's some it may be Travels thither, Good sir can you direct me the way to Athens? Fair lovely maid young and affable, More clear of hue and far more beautiful, Then precious Sardonix or purple rocks, Of Amethysts or glistering hyacinth, More amiable far than is the plain, Where glistering Cepherus in silver bowers, Gazeth upon the Giant Andromede, Sweet Kate entertain this lovely woman. I think the man is mad he calls me a woman. Fair lovely lady, bright and crystalline, Bewteous and stately as the eye-trained bird, As glorious as the morning washed with dew, Within whose eyes she takes her dawning beams, And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks, Wrap up thy radiations in some cloud, lest that thy beauty make this stately town, Inhabitable like the burning Zone, With sweet reflections of thy lovely face. What is she mad to? or is my shape transformed, That both of them persuade me I am a woman, But they are mad sure, and therefore I'll begone, And leave their companies for fear of harm, And unto Athens haste to seek my son. Why so Kate this was friendly done of thee, And kindly too: why thus must we two live, One mind, one heart, and one content for both, This good old man does think that we are mad, And glad he is I am sure, that he is gone, But come sweet Kate for we will after him, And now persuade him to his shape again. Come lovely sons your marriage rites performed, Let's hie us home to see what cheer we have, I wonder that Ferando and his wife Comes not to see this great solemnity. No marvel if Ferando be away, His wife I think hath troubled so his wits, That he remains at home to keep them warm, For forward wedlock as the prover be says, Hath brought him to his night cap long ago.
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Looke Sim the foole is come againe now. Sirra go fetch our horſſes forth, and bring Them to the backe gate preſentile. I will ſir I warrant you, Come Kate the Moone ſhines cleere to night methinkes. The moone? why husband you are deceiud It is the ſun. Yet againe: come backe againe it ſhall be The moone ere we come at your fathers. Why Ile ſay as you ſay it is the moone. Ieſus ſaue the glorious moone. Ieſus ſaue the glorious moone. I am glad Kate your ſtomack is come downe, I know it well thou knoweſt it is the ſun, But I did trie to ſee if thou wouldſt ſpeake, And croſſe me now as thou haſt donne before, And truſt me kate hadſt thou not named the moone, We had gon back againe as ſure as death, But ſoft whoſe this thats comming here. Thus all alone from Ceſtus am I come, And left my princelie courte and noble traine, To come to Athens, and in this diſguiſe, To ſee what courſe my ſon Aurelius takes, But ſtay, heres ſome it may be Trauells thether, Good ſir can you derect me the way to Athens? Faire louely maide yoong and affable, More cleere of hew and far more beautifull, Then pretious Sardonix or purple rockes, Of Amitheſts or gliſtering Hiaſinthe, More amiable farre then is the plain, Where gliſtring Cepherus in ſiluer boures, Gaſeth vpon the Giant Andromede, Sweet Kate entertaine this louely woman. I thinke the man is mad he calles me a woman. Faire louely lady, bright and Chriſtalline, Bewteous and ſtately as the eie-traind bird, As glorious as the morning waſht with dew, Within whoſe eies ſhe takes her dawning beames, And golden ſommer ſleepes vpon thy cheekes, Wrap vp thy radiations in ſome cloud, Leaſt that thy bewty make this ſtately towne, Inhabitable like the burning Zone, With ſweet reflections of thy louely face. What is ſhe mad to? or is my ſhape transformd▪ That both of them perſwade me I am a woman, But they are mad ſure, and therefore Ile begon, And leaue their companies for fear of harme, And vnto Athens haſt to ſeeke my ſon. Why ſo Kate this was friendly done of thee, And kindly too: why thus muſt we two liue, One minde, one heart, and one content for both, This good old man dos thinke that we are mad, And glad he is I am ſure, that he is gonne, But come ſweet Kate for we will after him, And now perſwade him to his ſhape againe. Come louely ſonnes your marriage rites performed, Lets hie vs home to ſee what cheere we haue, I wonder that Ferando and his wife Comes not to ſee this great ſolemnitie. No maruell if Ferando be away, His wife I think hath troubled ſo his wits, That he remaines at home to keepe them warme, For forward wedlocke as the prouer be ſayes, Hath brought him to his night cappe long agoe.