Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
And then to Apollo, hollo trees, hollo, Tapster a few more clothes to my feet. Oh heavens! Gentles, keep your places, fear nothing: in the name of God what art thou? My Hearse and winding sheet: what means this? why Gentles I am a living man. Spirit thou liest, thou deludest us. Conjure him Friar. In nomino Domini, I thee charge, Respond mihi here at large. Cuium pecus whence thou art: Et quam obrem, thou makest us start, In spiritus of the gloomy night? Qui Venis huc us to affright Per trinitatem I there charge thee, Quid tu vis hic to tell to me. Why gentles, I am a living man Philantus, what instance shall I give ye? hear me, I have sight, understanding, I know mine hosts, I see that Gentlewoman, I can feel. Feel this Gentlewoman! s'ild if ye were ten Ghosts, i'll not endure it. Spirit thou deludest us. Why, what should I say? will ye hsare my voice, here's none but— Nay, that's a lie, then 'tis a living spirit, i'll have about with him. Oh sir, meddle not with shadows, spirit thou liest, I saw thee dead, so did many more: We know ye wandering dwellers in the dark, Have power to shape you like mortality, To beguile the simple, & deceive their souls, Thou art a Devil. Sweet Gent, behold I am flesh and blood, here's my flesh feel it. By my troth methinks he should be alive, I could find in my heart to feel his flesh. Try with your Rapier Accutus, if he bleed he lives. If I bleed I die, sweet Gentlemen draw no blood. How shall we know thou art flesh and blood then? Take heed Accutus he'll blast thee. What instance shall I give ye? I am Phylantus, he that must needs confess he was drunk in your companies last day, sweet Gentlemen conceive me aright. Why true, true, that we know, and those swilling bowels, Death did arrest thee, many saw thee dead, Else needles were these rites of funerals, And since that time till now, no breath was known. Fly from you: and twenty times the hourglass, Hath turned his upside down: and twenty times The nimble current sand hath left his upper room, To lie beneath, since spark of life appeared, In all which time, my care employed itself, To give the rights of burial: now if you live, Who so glad as I? Sir, your love hath shown itself abundant, but the cold air is a means to divorce me from your companies: mine host let me crave passage to my chamber. Out of my doors knave, thou interest not my doors, I have no chalk in my house, my posts shall not be guarded with a little sing song, si nihil attuleris ibis Homere foras.
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And then to Apollo, hollo trees, hollo, Tapſter a few more cloathes to my feete. Oh heauens! Gentles, keep your places, feare nothing: in the name of God what art thou? My Hearſe and winding ſheete: what meanes this? why Gentles I am a liuing man. Spirit thou ly'ſt, thou deludeſt vs. Coniure him Fryer. In nomino Domini, I thee charge, Reſponde mihi heere at large. Cuium pecus whence thou art: Et quam obrem, thou makeſt vs ſtart, In ſpiritus of the gloomy night? Qui Venis huc vs to affright Per trinitatem I there charge thee, Quid tu vis hic to tell to me. Why gentles, I am a liuing man Philantus, what inſtance ſhall I giue ye? heare me, I haue ſight, vnderſtā ding, I know mine hoſtes, I ſee that Gentlewoman, I can feele. Feele this Gentlewoman! s'ild if yee were ten Ghoſts, ile not indure it. Spirit thou deludeſt vs. Why, what ſhould I ſay? will ye hsare my voice, heres none but— Nay, thats a lye, then tis a liuing ſpirit, ile haue about with him. Oh ſir, meddle not with ſhadowes, ſpirit thou lyeſt, I ſaw thee dead, ſo did many moe: We know ye wandring dwellers in the dark, Haue power to ſhape you like mortallitie, To beguile the ſimple, & deceue their ſoules, Thou art a Deuill. Sweet Gent, beholde I am fleſh and blood, heres my fleſh feele it. By my troth methinkes hee ſhould be aliue, I could finde in my heart to feele his fleſh. Trie with your Rapier Accutus, if he bleede hee liues. If I bleed I die, ſweet Gentlemen draw no blood. How ſhall wee knowe thou art fleſh and blood then? Take heede Accutus heele blaſt thee. What inſtance ſhall I giue ye? I am Phylantus, he that muſt needes confeſſe he was drunk in your companies laſt day, ſweet Gentlemen conceiue me aright. Why true, true, that we know, and thoſe ſwilling bowels, Death did arreſt thee, many ſaw thee deade, Elſe needles were theſe rites of funeralls, And ſince that time till now, no breath was knowne. Flye from you: and twentie times the houre-glaſſe, Hath turnd his vpſide downe: and twenty times The nimble current ſand hath left his vpper roome, To ly beneath, ſince ſparke of life appeard, In all which time, my care imploide it ſelfe, To giue the rights of buriall: now if you liue, Who ſo glad as I? Sir, your loue hath ſhowne it ſelfe aboundant, but the colde aire is a meanes to deuorce me from your companies: mine hoſt let me craue paſſage to my chāber. Out of my dores knaue, thou entereſt not my dores, I haue no chalke in my houſe, my poſts ſhal not be garded with a little ſing ſong, ſi nihil attuleris ibis Homere foras.