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 0.81 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Good words Ioculo, of your Lord & mine. As may agree with such a churlish swine. How does his honour? Indifferently well. I wish him better. How? Vicegerent in hell. Dost thou wish so, for aught that he hath done? I for the love he bears unto his son. he's grown of late, as fatherly and mild, As ever father was unto his child: And sent me forth to search the coast about, If so my hap might be to find him out. And if Eurymine alive remain, To bring them both unto the Court again. Where is thy master? Walking about the ground. Oh that his Love Eurymine were found. Why so she is, come follow me and see. I'll bring ye straight where they remaining be. Cease your contention for Eurymine. Nor words, nor vows, can help her misery: But he it is that did her first transform, Must calm the gloomy rigor of this storm: Great Phoebus, whose Palace we are near, Salute him then in his celestial sphere: That with the notes of cheerful harmony, He may be moved to show his Deity. But where's Eurymine, have we lost her sight? Poor soul, within a cave, with fear affright She sits to shun Apollo's angry view, Until she see what of our prayers ensue: If we can reconcile his love or no, Or that she must continue in her woe. Once have we tried Ascanio, for thy sake And once again we will his power awake: Not doubting but as he is of heavenly race, At length he will take pity on her case. Sing therefore, and each party from his heart, In this our music, bear a cheerful part. All hail fair Phoebus, in thy purple throne, Vouchsafe the regarding of our deep moan. Hide not, oh hide not, thy comfortable face, But pity, but pity, a virgin's poor case. Illustrate beauty, Crystal heavens eye, Once more we do entreat thy clemency: That as thou art the power of us all, Thou wouldst redeem Eurymine from thrall. Grant gentle God, grant this our small request, And if ability in us do rest: Whereby we ever may deserve the same, It shallbe seen, we reverence Phoebus name. You sacred sisters of fair Hellion, On whom my favours evermore have shone, In this you must have patience with my vow, I cannot grant what you aspire unto. Nor was't my fault, she was transformed so, But her own fond desire, as ye well know. We told her too, before her vow was passed, That cold repentance would ensue at last. And sith herself did wish the shape of man, She caused the abuse, digest it how she can. Alas, if unto her you be so hard, Yet of Ascanio have some more regard, And let him not endure such endless wrong, That hath pursued her constant love so long.
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Good words Ioculo, of your Lord & mine. As may agree with ſuch a churliſh ſwine. How dooes his honor? Indifferently well. I wiſh him better. How? Vice-gerent in hell. Doeſt thou wiſh ſo, for ought that he hath done? I for the loue he beares vnto his ſonne. Hees growne of late, as fatherly and milde, As euer father was vnto his childe: And ſent me forth to ſearch the coaſt about, If ſo my hap might be to finde him out. And if Eurymine aliue remaine, To bring them both vnto the Court againe. Where is thy maiſter? Walking about the ground. Oh that his Loue Eurymine were found. Why ſo ſhe is, come follow me and ſee. Ile bring ye ſtrait where they remaining bee. Ceaſe your contention for Eurymine. Nor words, nor vowes, can helpe her miſerie: But he it is that did her firſt transforme, Muſt calme the gloomy rigor of this ſtorme: Great Phoebus, whoſe Pallace we are neere, Salute him then in his celeſtiall ſphere: That with the notes of cheerfull harmonie, He may be mou'd to ſhewe his Deitie. But wheres Eurymine, haue we loſt her ſight? Poore ſoule, within a caue, with fear affright She ſits▪ to ſhun Apollos angry view, Vntill ſhe ſee what of our prayers enſue: If we can reconcile his loue or no, Or that ſhe muſt continue in her woe. Once haue we tried Aſcanio, for thy ſake And once againe we will his power awake: Not doubting but as he is of heauenly race, At length he will take pitie on her caſe. Sing therefore, and each partie from his heart, In this our muſicke, beare a chearefull part. All haile faire Phoebus, in thy purple throne, Vouchſafe the regarding of our deepe mone. Hide not, oh hide not, thy comfortable face, But pittie, but pittie, a virgins poore caſe. Illuſtrate bewtie, Chriſtall heauens eye, Once more we do entreat thy clemencie: That as thou art the power of vs all, Thou would'ſt redeeme Eurymine from thrall. Graunt gentle God, graunt this our ſmall requeſt, And if abilitie in vs do reſt: Whereby we euer may deſerue the ſame, It ſhalbe ſeene, we reuerence Phoebus name. You ſacred ſiſters of faire Hellion, On whom my fauours euermore haue ſhone, In this you muſt haue patience with my vow, I cannot graunt what you aſpire vnto. Nor was't my fault, ſhe was tranſformed ſo, But her owne fond deſire, as ye well know. We told her too, before her vow was paſt, That cold repentance would enſue at laſt. And ſith her ſelfe did wiſh the ſhape of man, She cauſde the abuſe, digeſt it how ſhe can. Alas, if vnto her you be ſo hard, Yet of Aſcanio haue ſome more regard, And let him not endure ſuch endleſſe wrong, That hath purſude her conſtant loue ſo long.