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 0.87 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I will, by Ioue my father, I protest: Provided first, that thy petition be, Not hurtful to thyself, nor harm to me. For so sometimes did Phaeton my son, Request a thing, whereby he was undone. He lost his life through craving it, and I Through granting it, lost him my son thereby. Then Phoebus thus it is, if thou be he, That art pretended in thy pedigree, If son thou be to Ioue as thou dost feign, And challengest that title not in vain: Now here bewray some sign of godhead then? And change me straight, from shape of maid to man? Alas, what fond desire doth move thy mind To wish thee altered from thy native kind? If thou in this thy woman's form canst move, Not men but gods, to sue and seek thy love: Content thyself with natures bounty than, And covet not to bear the shape of man. And this moreover will I say to thee, Fairer man than may be, thou shalt never be. These vain excuses, manifestly show, Whether you usurp Apollo's name or no. Sith my demand so far surmounts your Art, Ye join exceptions, on the other part. Nay then my doubtless Deity to prove, Although thereby for ever I lose my Love, I grant thy wish, thou art become a man: I speak no more, than well perform I can. And though thou walk in changed body now, This penance shall be added to thy vow: thyself a man, shalt love a man, in vain: And loving, wish to be a maid again. Apollo, whether I love a man or not, I thank ye, now I will accept my lot: And sith my change hath disappointed you, Ye are at liberty to love anew. If ever I love, sith now I am forsaken, Where next I love, it shall be better taken: But whatsoe'er my fate in loving be, Yet thou mayst vaunt, that Phoebus loved thee. Ioculo, whither jettest thou? Hast thou found thy Master? Mopso well met, hast thou found thy mistress? Not I by Pan. Nor I by Pot. Pot? what god's that? The next god to a Pan, and such a pot it may be, As he shall have more servants than all the Pans in a tinker's shop. Frisco, where hast thou been frisking? hast thou found? I have found. What hast thou found Frisco? A couple of crack-ropes. And I. And I. I mean you two. I you two. And I you two. Come, a treble conjunction: all three, all three. But Frisco, hast not found the fair shepherdess, thy masters Mistress? Not I by God, Priapus I mean. Priapus quoth 'a? What in a God might that be? A plain God, with a good peg to hang a shepherdess bottle upon. Thou being a foresters Boy, shouldst swear by the God of the woods.
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I will, by Ioue my father, I proteſt: Prouided firſt, that thy petition bee, Not hurtfull to thy ſelfe, nor harme to mee. For ſo ſometimes did Phaeton my ſonne, Requeſt a thing, whereby he was vndonne. He loſt his life through crauing it, and I Through graunting it, loſt him my ſonne thereby. Then Phoebus thus it is, if thou be hee, That art pretended in thy pedegree, If ſonne thou be to Ioue as thou doeſt faine, And chalengeſt that tytle not in vaine: Now heer bewray ſome ſigne of godhead than? And chaunge me ſtraight, from ſhape of mayd to man? Alas, what fond deſire doth moue thy minde To wiſh thee altered from thy natiue kinde? If thou in this thy womans forme canſt moue, Not men but gods, to ſue and ſeeke thy loue: Content thy ſelfe with natures bountie than, And couet not to beare the ſhape of man. And this moreouer will I ſay to thee, Fairer man then may de, thou ſhalt neuer bee. Theſe vaine excuſes, manifeſtly ſhowe, Whether you vſurp Appollos name or no. Sith my demaund ſo far ſurmounts your Art, Ye ioyne exceptions, on the other part. Nay then my doubtles Deitie to proue, Although thereby for euer I looſe my Loue, I graunt thy wiſh, thou art become a man: I ſpeake no more, then well performe I can. And though thou walke in chaunged bodie now, This pennance ſhall be added to thy vow: Thy ſelfe a man, ſhalt loue a man, in vaine: And louing, wiſh to be a maide againe. Appollo, whether I loue a man or not, I thanke ye, now I will accept my lot: And ſith my chaunge hath diſappointed you, Ye are at libertie to loue anew. If euer I loue, ſith now I am forſaken, Where next I loue, it ſhall be better taken: But what ſo ere my fate in louing bee, Yet thou maiſt vaunt, that Phoebus loued thee. Ioculo, whither ietteſt thou? Haſt thou found thy Maiſter? Mopſo wel met, haſt thou found thy miſtreſſe? Not I by Pan. Nor I by Pot. Pot? what god's that? The next god to a Pan, and ſuch a pot it may be, As he ſhall haue moe ſeruants then all the Pannes in a Tinkers ſhop. Friſco, where haſt thou bene frisking? haſt thou found? I haue found. What haſt thou found Friſco? A couple of crack-roapes. And I. And I. I meane you two. I you two. And I you two. Come, a trebble coniunction: all three, all three. But Friſco, haſt not found the faire ſhepheardeſſe, thy Maiſters Miſtreſſe? Not I by God, Priapus I meane. Priapus quoth a? Whattin a God might that bee? A plaine God, with a good peg to hang a ſhepheardreſſe bottle vpon. Thou being a Forreſters Boy, ſhouldſt ſweare by the God of the woods.