Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Wily Beguiled · chunk 35 of 40

Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 504 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.

A crafty knave was never so beguiled. Now Sophos hopes have had their lucky haps, And he enjoys the presence of his love, My vow's performed, and I am full revenged Upon this Hell-bred brace of cursed Imps: Now rests nought but my father's free consent To knit the knot that time can near untwist. And that, as this, I likewise will perform. No sooner shall Aurora's pearled dew, o'erspread the mantled earth with silver drops And Phoebus bless the Orient with a blush, To chase black night to her deformed Cell, But I'll repair unto my father's house, And never cease with my enticing words, To work his will to knit this Gordian knot, Till when I'll leave you to your amorous chat, Dear friend a dieu, fair sister too farewell, Betake yourselves unto some secret place: Until you hear from me how things fall out. We both do wish a fortunate good-night: And pray the Gods to guide thy steps aright. Now come fair Lelia, let's betake ourselves Unto a little Hermitage hereby: And there to live obscured from the world Till fates and Fortune call us thence away, To see the sunshine of our Nuptial day. See how the twinkling Stars do hide their borrowed shin As half ashamed their luster so is stained, By Lelia's beauteous eyes that shine more bright, Then twinkling Stars do in a winter's night: In such a night did Paris win his love. In such a night, Aenaeas proved unkind. In such a night did Troilus court his dear. In such a night, fair Phyllis was betrayed. I'll prove as true as ever Troilus was. And I as constant as Penelope. Then let us solace, and in loves delight, And sweet embracings spend the livelong night. And whilst love mounts her on her wanton wings, Let Descant run on musics silver strings. Old Tithon must forsake his dear, The Lark doth chant her cheerful lay: Aurora smiles with merry cheer, To welcome in a happy day. The beasts do skip, The sweet birds sing: The wood Nymphs dance, The echoes ring. The hollow caves with joy resounds: And pleasure everywhere abounds: The Graces linking hand in hand, In love have knit a glorious band. Hear you Master Goodfellow how have you sped? ha' you played the Devil bravely, and scared the scholar out on's wits? A pox of the Scholar. Nay hark you: I sent you vorty shillings, and you shall have the cheese I promised you too. A plague of the vorty shillings, and the Cheese too. Hear you, will you give me the powder you told me of? How you vex me! powder quotha? Sounds I ha' been powdered. Son, I doubt thee will prove a crafty knave, and cozen us of our money: we'll go to Master justice and complain on him, and get him whipped out o'th' Country for a Connicatcher. ay, or have his ears nailed to the Pillory: Comes let's go. Fellow Robin, what news? how goes the world?
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PlayWily Beguiled
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1602 [1601-1602]
First performance (BritDrama)1602 [1601-1606]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 548 · TCP A15549 · DEEP 434
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1620–1682 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 40 in this edition
Length504 words · 697 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T24 — Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses at 0.758
Other seedsseed 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)
A craftie knaue was neuer ſo beguil'd. Now Sophos hopes haue had their luckie haps, And he enioyes the preſence of his loue, My vow's perform'd, and I am full reueng'd Vpon this Hell-bred brace of curſed Imps: Now reſts nought but my fathers free conſent To knit the knot that time can nere vntwiſt. And that, as this, I likewiſe wil performe. No ſooner ſhal Auroraes pearled deaw, Oreſpread the mantled earth with ſiluer drops And Phoebus bleſſe the Orient with a bluſh, To chace blacke night to her deformed Cell, But Ile repaire vnto my fathers houſe, And neuer ceaſe with my inticing words, To worke his wil to knit this Gordian knot, Till when Ile leaue you to your amorous chatte, Deare friend a dieu, faire ſiſter too farewel, Betake your ſelues vnto ſome ſecret place: Vntil you heare from me how things fall out. We both do wiſh a fortunate goodnight: And pray the Gods to guide thy ſteps aright. Now come faire Lelia, lets betake our ſelues Vnto a little Hermitage hereby: And there to liue obſcured from the world Till fates and Fortune call vs thence away, To ſee the ſunſhine of our Nuptiall day. See how the twinkling Starres do hide their borrowed ſhin As halfe aſham'd their luſter ſo is ſtain'd, By Lelias beautious eyes that ſhine more bright, Then twinkling Starres do in a winters night: In ſuch a night did Paris win his loue. In ſuch a night, Aenaeas prou'd vnkind. In ſuch a night did Troilus court his deare. In ſuch a night, faire Phyllis was betraid. Ile proue as true as euer Troylus was. And I as conſtant as Penelope. Then let vs ſolace, and in loues delight, And ſweet imbracings ſpend the liue-long night. And whilſt loue mounts her on her wanton wings, Let Deſcant run on Muſicks ſiluer ſtrings. OLde Tithon muſt for ſake his deare, The Larke doth chante her chearefull lay: Aurora ſmiles with merry cheere, To welcome in a happy day. The beaſts do ſkippe, The ſweete birds ſing: The wood Nymphs dance, The Ecchoring. The hollow caues with ioy reſounds: And pleaſure euery where abounds: The Graces linking hand in hand, In loue haue knit a glorious band. Heare you Maſter Goodfellow how haue you ſped? Ha you plaid the Diuel brauely, and ſcard the ſcholler out ons wits? A pox of the Scholler. Nay harke you: I ſent you vortie ſhillings, and you ſhal haue the cheeſe I promiſ'd you too. A plague of the vortie ſhillings, and the Cheeſe too. Heare you, wil you giue me the powder you told me of? How you vex me! powder quotha? Sounds I ha been powderd. Son, I doubthee wil proue a craftie knaue, and coſen vs of our money: Weele go to Maſter Iuſtice and complaine on him, and get him whipt out oth Countrie for a Connicatcher. I, or haue his eares naild to the Pillorie: Comes lets goe. Fellow Robin, what newes? howe goes the world?