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 0.75 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
And after death, a palm of fame shalt wear, Amongst the rest that live in honour here. And lastly know, that fair Eurymine Redeemed now from former misery Thy daughter is, whom I for that intent Did hide from thee, in this thy banishment: That so she might the greater scourge sustain, In putting Phoebus to so great a pain. But freely now, enjoy each other's sight: No more Eurymine: abandon quite That borrowed name, as Atlanta, she is called, And here she woman, in her right shape installed. Is then my Love derived of noble race? No more of that, but mutually embrace. Lives my Atlanta, whom the rough Sea's wave I thought had brought unto a timeless grave? Look not so strange, it is thy father's voice. And this thy Love: Atlanta now rejoice. As in another world of greater bliss My daunted spirits do stand amazed at this. So great a tide of comfort overflows, As what to say, my faltering tongue scarce knows: But only this, unperfect though it be, Immortal thanks great Phoebus unto thee. Well lady, you are retransformed now, But I am sure you did repent your vow. Bright Lamp of glory, pardon my rashness past. The penance was your own, though I did fast. Behold dear Love, to make your joys abound, Yonder Phylander comes. Oh sir, well found. But most especially it glads my mind, To see my mistress restored to kind. My Lord & Madam, to requite your pain, Telemachus hath sent for you again. All former quarrels now are trodden down, And he doth smile, that heretofore did frown. Thanks kind Phylander, for thy friendly news Like Juno's balm, that our life's blood renews. But Lady, first ere you your journey take, Vouchsafe at my request, one grant to make. Most willingly. The matter is but small. To wear a branch of Laurel in your Cawl For Phoebus sake, lest else I be forgot, And think upon me, when you see me not. Here while I live a solemn oath I make, To love the Laurel for Apollo's sake. Our suit is dashed, we may depart I see. Nay Gemulo and Silvio, contented be: This night let me entreat ye you will take, Such cheer as I and these poor Dames can make. Tomorrow morn we'll bring you on your way. Your Godhead shall command us all to stay. Then Ladies gratulate this happy chance, With some delightful tune and pleasant dance. Mean space, upon his Harp will Phoebus play, So both of them may boast another day And make report, that when their wedding chanced, Phoebus gave music, and the Muses danced. Since painful sorrows date hath end, And time hath coupled friend with friend: Rejoice we all, rejoice and sing, Let all these groves of Phoebus' ring. Hope having won, despair is vanished: Pleasure revives, and care is banished. Then trip we all this Roundelay, And still be mindful of the Bay.
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And after death, a palme of fame ſhalt weare, Amongſt the reſt that liue in honor here. And laſtly know, that faire Eurymine Redeemed now from former miſerie Thy daughter is, whom I for that intent Did hide from thee, in this thy baniſhment: That ſo ſhe might the greater ſcourge ſuſtaine, In putting Phoebus to ſo great a paine. But freely now, enioy each others ſight: No more Eurymine: abandon quite That borrowed name, as Atlanta, ſhe is calde, And here ſhe woman, in her right ſhape inſtalde. Is then my Loue deriu'de of noble race? No more of that, but mutually imbrace. Liues my Atlanta, whom the rough ſeas waue I thought had brought vnto a timeleſſe graue? Looke not ſo ſtraunge, it is thy fathers voyce. And this thy Loue: Atlanta now reioyce. As in another world of greater blis My daunted ſpirits doo ſtand amazde at this. So great a tyde of comfort ouerflowes, As what to ſay, my faltering tongue ſcarſe knowes: But only this, vnperfect though it bee, Immortall thankes great Phoebus vnto thee. Well lady, you are retransformed now, But I am ſure you did repent your vow. Bright Lampe of glory, pardon my raſhneſſe paſt▪ The penance was your owne, though I did faſt▪ Behold deare Loue, to make your ioyes abound, Yonder Phylander comes. Oh ſir, well found. But moſt eſpecially it glads my minde, To ſee my miſtreſſe reſtorde to kinde. My Lord & Madam, to requite your pain, Telemachus hath ſent for you againe. All former quarrels now are trodden downe, And he doth ſmile, that heretofore did frowne. Thankes kinde Phylander, for thy friendly newes Like Iunos balme, that our lifes blood renewes. But Lady, firſt ere you your iourney take, Vouchſafe at my requeſt, one graunt to make. Moſt willingly. The matter is but ſmall. To weare a braunch of Lawrell in your Caull For Phoebus ſake, leaſt elſe I be forgot, And thinke vpon me, when you ſee me not. Here while I liue a ſolemne oath I make, To loue the Lawrell for Apollos ſake. Our ſuite is daſht, we may depart I ſee. Nay Gemulo and Siluio, contented bee: This night let me intreate ye you will take, Such cheare as I and theſe poore Dames can make. To morrow morne weele bring you on your way. Your Godhead ſhall commaund vs all to ſtay. Then Ladies gratulate this happie chaunce, With ſome delightfull tune and pleaſaunt daunce. Meane ſpace, vpon his Harpe will Phoebus play, So both of them may boaſt another day And make report, that when their wedding chaunc'te, Phoebus gaue muſicke, and the Muſes daunc'te. Since painfull ſorrowes date hath end, And time hath coupled friend with friend: Reioyce we all, reioyce and ſing, Let all theſe groaues of Phoebus ring. Hope hauing wonne, diſpaire is vaniſht: Pleaſure reuiues, and care is baniſht. Then trippe we all this Roundelay, And ſtill be mindfull of the Bay.