Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.80 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Ladies, I know my sorrows are in vain, And yet from mourning can I not refrain. Eurania some pleasant Song shall sing. To put ye from your dumps. Alas, no Song will bring The least relief to my perplexed mind. No Phoebus? what other pastime shall we find, To make ye merry with? Fair dames I thank you all, No sport nor pastime can release my thrall: My grief's of course, when it the course hath had, I shall be merry, and no longer sad. What will ye then we do? And please ye, you may go, And leave me here to seed upon my woe. Then Phoebus, we can but wish ye well again. I thank ye gentle Ladies for your pain. O Phoebus wretched thou thus art thou feign With forged excuses, to conceal thy pain. O Hyacinth, I suffer not these fits For thee my Boy, no, no, another sits Deeper than thou, in closet of my breast: Whose sight so late, hath wrought me this unrest. And yet no Goddess, nor of heavenly kind She is, whose beauty thus torments my mind. No Fairy Nymph, that haunts these pleasant woods, No Goddess of the flowers, the fields, nor floods: Yet such an one, whom justly I may call A Nymph, as well as any of them all. Eurymine, what heaven affords thee here? So may I say, because thou com'st so near? And nearer far unto a heavenly shape, Than she of whom Ioue triumphed in the Rape. I'll sit me down, and wake my grief again, To sing a while, in honour of thy name. A midst the mountain Ida groves, Where Paris kept his Herd: Before the other Ladies all, He would have thee preferred. Pallas for all her painting then, Her face would seem but pale: Then Iuno would have blushed for shame, And Venus looked stale. Eurymine thyself alone, Shouldst bear the golden ball: So far would thy most heavenly form, Excel the other all. O happy Phoebus, happy then, Most happy should I be: If fair Eurymine would please, To join in love with me. Although there be such difference in the change, To live in Court, and desert woods to range, Yet in extremes, wherein we cannot choose, An extreme refuge is not to refuse. Good gentlemen, did any see my herd? I shall not find them out, I am afeard: And yet my master waiteth with his bow, Within a standing, for to strike a do. You saw them not? your silence makes me doubt: I must go further, till I find them out. What seek you pretty Maid? Forsooth my herd of deer. I saw them lately, but they are not here. I pray Sir, where? An hour ago or twain, I saw them feeding all above the plain. So much the more my toil to fetch them in. I thank ye Sir. Nay stay sweet Nymph with me.
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Ladies, I know my ſorrowes are in vaine, And yet from mourning can I not refraine. Eurania ſome pleaſant Song ſhall ſing. To put ye from your dumps. Alas, no Song will bring The leaſt reliefe to my perplexed minde. No Phoebus? what other paſtime ſhal we finde, To make ye merry with? Faire dames I thanke you all, No ſport nor paſtime can releaſe my thrall: My grief's of courſe, when it the courſe hath had, I ſhall be merrie, and no longer ſad. What will ye then we doo? And pleaſe ye, you may goe, And leaue me here to ſeed vpon my woe. Then Phebus, we can but wiſh ye wel again. I thanke ye gentle Ladies for your paine. O Phoebus wretched thou thus art thou faine With forg'de excuſes, to conceale thy paine. O Hyacinth, I ſuffer not theſe fits For thee my Boy, no, no, another ſits Deeper then thou, in cloſet of my breſt: Whoſe ſight ſo late, hath wrought me this vnreſt. And yet no Goddeſſe, nor of heauenly kinde She is, whoſe beautie thus torments my minde. No Fayrie Nymph, that haunts theſe pleaſaunt woods, No Goddeſſe of the flowres, the fields, nor floods: Yet ſuch an one, whom iuſtly I may call A Nymph, as well as any of them all. Eurymine, what heauen affoords thee heere? So may I ſay, becauſe thou com'ſt ſo neere? And neerer far vnto a heauenly ſhape, Then ſhe of whom Ioue triumph't in the Rape. Ile ſit me downe, and wake my griefe againe, To ſing a while, in honour of thy name. A midſt the mountaine Ida groues, Where Paris kept his Heard: Before the other Ladies all, He would haue thee preferd. Pallas for all her painting than, Her face would ſeeme but pale: Then Iuno would haue bluſht for ſhame, And Ʋenus looked ſtale. Eurymine thy ſelfe alone, Shouldſt beare the golden ball: So far would thy moſt heauenly forme, Excell the other all. O happie Phoebus, happie then, Moſt happie ſhould I bee: If faire Eurymine would pleaſe, To ioyne in loue with mee. Although there be ſuch difference in the chaunge, To liue in Court, and deſart woods to raunge, Yet in extremes, wherein we cannot chuſe, An extreame refuge is not to refuſe. Good gentlemen, did any ſee my heard? I ſhall not finde them out, I am afeard: And yet my maiſter wayteth with his bowe, Within a ſtanding, for to ſtrike a Doe. You ſaw them not? your ſilence makes me doubt: I muſt goe further, till I inde them out. What ſeek you prettie Mayde? Forſooth my heard of Deere. I ſawe them lately, but they are not heere. I pray Sir, where? An houre agoe or twaine, I ſawe them feeding all aboue the plaine. So much the more my toile to fetch them in. I thanke ye Sir. Nay ſtay ſweet Nymph with mee.