Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Why lend you not Thalia then some pens? My pens are too too sharp to fit her style, I shall have time to use them in a while. But gentle Clio, methinks your ink is dry. It may be well, I have done writing I, What did you register when you did write? The works of famous Kings, and sacred Priests, The honourable Acts of leaders brave, The deeds of Codri, and Horatij. The love Lycurgus bore to Spartans state, The lives of ancient Sages and their saws, Their memorable works, their worthy laws. Now there is no such thing for to indite But toys, that fits Thalia for to write. A heavy tale good Lady you unfold, Are there no worthy things to write as were of old. Yes divers Princes make good laws, But most men over slip them. And divers dying give good gifts, But their executors nip them. Tisiphone is stepping to the stage, and she hath sworn to whip them. The third and last thing I require is if you can: show me the mighty Mats his court. Walk hence a slight shoot up the hill, And thou shalt see his castle wall. Ladies the gifts that I can give, Is humbly thrice to thank you all. Farewell poor soldier. Thalia now we are alone, tell us what pageant 'twas you called for pens even now so hastily, to end? 'twas thus: You know the Gods long since sent down, Pleasure from heaven to comfort men on earth, Pleasure abused in country Court and town, By speeches, gestures, and dishonest mirth, Made humble suit that he to heaven might pass Again, from world where he so wronged was. His suit obtained, and ready he to climb, Sorrow comes sneaking and performs his deed, Snatches his Robe, and ever since that time, 'tis pain that masks disguised in pleasure's weed. The Pageant's thus, with cost and cunning trim, That worldlings welcome Pain in steed of him. Loath was I that penned one jot of this should go, Because I smile to see for weal, how sweetly men swill woe. Woe is the first word I must write, beginning where you end. I have ink enough and pens good store. Perhaps the world will mend. I would it would. Why if it should you fail in your account. Then you perhaps will have some work. Tush come let's mount the Mount. Waha how, wa how, holla how whoop: Did nobody see the mocking sprite, I am sure I have followed her up and down all this day crying and calling while my throat is hoarse again. I'll conjure her too but 'tis in vain, for knowledge hath knocked that in the brain, but be it devil or be it sprite, I'll call again to have a sight. Ya ha how: Nay I'll call again. Again, I and again too, I trow, What night and day no rest but row? Come if thou wilt go over Styx, For if thou stay a while I think, There will come so many my boat will sink,
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVhy lend you not Thalia then some pens? My pens are too too sharpe to fit hir stile, I shall haue time to vse them in a while. But gentle Clio, me thinks your inke is dry. It may be well, I haue done writing I, VVhat did you register when you did write? The works of famous Kings, and sacred Priests, The honourable Acts of eaders braue, The deeds of Codri, and Horatij. The loue Licurgus bore to Spartans state, The liues of auncient Sages and their sawes, Their memorable works, their worthy lawes. Now there is no such thing for to indite But toyes, that fits Thalia for to write. A heauie tale good Lady you vnfold, Are there no worthie things to write as were of old. Yes diuers Princes make good lawes, But most men ouer slip them. And diuers dying giue good gifts, But their executors nip them. Tisiphone is stepping to the stage, and she hath sworne to whip them. The third and last thing I require is if you can: shew me the mightie Mats his court. VValke hence a slight shoot vp the hill, And thou shalt see his castle wall. Ladies the gifts that I can giue, Is humbly thrice to thanke you all. Farewell pore souldier. Thalia now wee are alone, tel vs what pageant twas you cald for pens euen now so hastely, to end? Twas thus: You know the Gods long since sent downe, Pleasure from heauen to comfort men on earth, Pleasure abuzde in country Court and towne, By speeches, gestures, and dishonest mirth, Made humble sute that he to heauen might passe Againe, from world where he so wronged was. His sute obtaind, and ready he to clime, Sorrow comes sneaking and performes his deede, Snatches his Roabe, and euer since that time, Tis paine that masks disguisde in pleasures weede▪ The Pageant's thus, with cost and cunning trim, That worldlings welcome Paine in steede of him. Loath was I that vnpend one iote of this should goe, Because I smile to see for weale, how sweetly men swill woe. Woe is the first word I must write, beginning where you end. I haue incke inough and pens good store. Perhaps the world will mend. I would it would. VVhy if it should you faile in your account. Then you perhaps will haue some worke. Tush come lets mount the Mount. VVaha how, wa how, holla how whoop: Did no body see the mocking sprite, I am sure I haue followed her vp and downe all this day crying and calling while my throat is hoarse againe. Ile coniure her too but tis in vaine, for knowledge hath knockt that in the braine, but be it diuel or be it spright, Ile call againe to haue a sight. Ya ha how: Nay Ile call againe. Againe, I and againe too, I trow, VVhat night and day no rest but row? Come if thou wilt goe ouer Styx, For if thou stay a while I thinke, There will come so many my boate will sinke,