Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.64 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
NOw, room, for fresh gamesters, who do will you to know, They do bring you neither play, nor University show; And therefore do entreat you, that whatsoever they rehearse, May not fare a whit the worse, for the false pace of the verse. If you wonder at this, you will wonder more, ere we pass, For know, here is enclosed the Soul of PYTHAGORAS, That juggler divine, as hereafter shall follow; Which Soul (fast, and loose, sir) came first from APOLLO, And was breathed into AETHALIDES, MERCURIUS his son, Where it had the gift to remember all that ever was done. From thence it fled forth, and made quick transmigration To goldy-locked EUPHORBUS, who was killed, in good fashion, At the siege of old Troy, by the Cuckold of Sparta. HERMOTIMUS was next (I find it, in my charta) To whom it did pass, where no sooner it was missing, But with one PYRRHUS, of Delos, it learned to go a fishing: And thence, did it enter the Sophist of Greece. From PYTHAGORE, she went into a beautiful piece, Hight ASPASIA, the meretrix; and the next toss of her Was, again, of a whore, she became a Philosopher, CRATES the Cynic: (as itself doth relate it) Since, Kings, Knights, and Beggars, Knaves, Lords and Fools got it, Besides, ox, and ass, camel, mule, goat, and brock, In all which it hath spoke, as in the cobblers cock. But I come not here, to discourse of that matter, Or his one, two, or three, or his great oath, by quater, His musics, his trigon, his golden thigh, Or his telling how elements shift: but I Would ask, how of late, thou hast suffered translation, And shifted thy coat, in these days of reformation? Like one of the reformed, a Fool, as you see, Counting all old doctrine heresy. But not on thine own forbid meats hast thou ventured? On fish, when first, a carthusian I entered. Why, than thy dogmatical silence hath left thee? Of that an obstreperous Lawyer bereft me. O wonderful change! when Sir Lawyer forsook thee, For Pythagoras' sake, what body then took thee? A good dull moil. And how! by that means, Thou wert brought to allow of the eating of beans? Yes. But, from the moil, into whom didst thou pass? Into a very strange beast, by some writers called an ass, By others, a precise, pure, illuminate brother, Of those devour flesh, and sometimes one another: And will drop you forth a libel, or a sanctified lie, Betwixt every spoonful of a nativitie-pie. Now quit thee, for heaven, of that profane nation; And gently, report thy next transmigration. To the same that I am. A creature of delight? And (what is more than a Fool) an hermaphrodite? Now pray thee, sweet Soul, in all thy variation, Which body wouldst thou choose, to take up thy station?
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NOw, roome, for fresh gamsters, who doe will you to know, They doe bring you neither play, nor Vniuersitie show; And therefore doe intreat you, that whatsoeuer they reherse, May not fare a whit the worse, for the false pase of the verse. If you wonder at this, you will wonder more, ere we passe, For know, here is inclos'd the Soule of PYTHAGORAS, That iuggler diuine, as hereafter shall follow; Which Soule (fast, and loose, sir) came first from APOLLO, And was breath'd into AETHALIDES, MERCVRIVS his sonne, Where it had the gift to remember all that euer was done. From thence it fled forth, and made quick transmigration To goldy-lockt EVPHORBVS, who was kill'd, in good fashion, At the siege of old Troy, by the Cuckold of Sparta. HERMOTIMVS was next (I find it, in my charta) To whom it did passe, where no sooner it was missing, But with one PYRRHVS, of Delos, it learn'd to goe a fishing: And thence, did it enter the Sophist of Greece. From PYTHAGORE, shee went into a beautifull peece, Hight ASPASIA, the meretrix; and the next tosse of her Was, againe, of a whore, shee became a Philosopher, CRATES the Cynick: (as it selfe doth relate it) Since, Kings, Knights, and Beggers, Knaues, Lords and Fooles gat it, Besides, oxe, and asse, cammell, mule, goat, and brock, In all which it hath spoke, as in the Coblers cock. But I come not here, to discourse of that matter, Or his one, two, or three, or his great oath, by quater, His musicks, his trigon, his golden thigh, Or his telling how elements shift: but I Would aske, how of late, thou hast suffered translation, And shifted thy coat, in these dayes of reformation? Like one of the reformed, a Foole, as you see, Counting all old doctrine heresie. But not on thine owne forbid meates hast thou venter'd? On fish, when first, a carthusian I enter'd. Why, then thy dogmaticall silence hath left thee? Of that an obstreperous Lawyer bereft mee. O wonderfull change! when Sir Lawyer forsooke thee, For PYTHAGORE'S sake, what body then tooke thee? A good dull moyle. And how! by that meanes, Thou wert brought to allow of the eating of beanes? Yes. But, from the moyle, into whom did'st thou passe? Into a very strange beast, by some writers cal'd an asse, By others, a precise, pure, illuminate brother, Of those deuoure flesh, and sometimes one another: And will drop you forth a libell, or a sanctified lie, Betwixt euery spoonefull of a natiuitie-pie. Now quit thee, for heauen, of that profane nation; And gently, report thy next transmigration. To the same that I am. A creature of delight? And (what is more then a Foole) an hermaphrodite? Now pray thee, sweet Soule, in all thy variation, Which body would'st thou choose, to take vp thy station?