If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 14 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.85 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
No Sir Ioues brain, (Minerva queen of wit) If all the Muses and the Arts can fit With their high Tunes, such choice and Princely ears, Apollo (Father to them all)— appears— Apollo was an Ass; he let a wench whom he loved to be turned into a Bay-tree, and now she's glad for a penny to stick alehouse-widows, and wind dead corses. Let Apollo go and lie with his own Daughters. Are you a Scholar Sir? A school-master as I take it; and comes to present a verie prettie sow of his schollers in broken La. Can we be dumb and see this? O hapless Learning! Fly and complain, to Heaven (where thou wert borne) That thou (whom Kings once nursed,) art now their scorn. How blows the wind Sir? Wind! is north-north-west. To hoist your sails up too, I think 'tis best. A black Gust is coming: up a low-there heigh: A young man up tooth Top-mast-head, and lookout: stand to your Sails: stand to your Topsails: let go your Harriars, let go, amain lovere amain, quick, quick, good-fellows. he's mad. who's at Helm? bear up hard: and hard up: and thou be'st a man bear up; starboard, Port-again: off with your Drablers, and your Banners; our with your Courses: Ho,— I spy two Ships yonder, that yaw too and again, they have both sprung a Leak, I think the Devil is sucking tobacco, here's such a Mist: out with your boat, and you Besmen, cut-down mast-bith-board; bear up, I'm a Blunt-fellow you see, All I say is this, You that scorn men, shall a Seaman miss. Now by my life I have patient stood too long. To see rich merit and love, paid with base wrong: Learning! and Arms! and Traffic! the triple wall That fortifies a Kingdom, raze 'em down All! This Seaman, (he that dearest earns his bread) Had rigged and manned 4 Galleys bravely furnished, With Soldiers, Rowers, and Fireworks for a Sea-fight. You are full of Squibs too, pray go fire 'em all. Must I be then cashiered too? marry and shall. To save thy sinking Honour, I'll send hence These men with thanks, with praise, and recompense. Pray do. Brave Shalcan-Bohor, all this while Our eye has followed yours, and seen it smile, (As 'twere in scorn) of what these men could do, Which made us slight them off; to engross you (Our best and richest prize:) i'th' Courts of Kings Through which you ha' passed, you ha' seen wonders, show 'em. I shall at opportune hours. If your Grace Arride the toys, they bragged of (Fireworks, And such light-stuffs) Sit fearless without danger Of murdering shot, which villains might discharge In (idle counterfeit Sea-fights) you shall see At opening of this hand, a thousand Balls Of wildfire, flying round about the Air— there. Fireworks on Lines. Rare, Rare. 'tis excellent 'sdeath from whence flew they?
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No Sir Ioues braine, (Mineua queene of wit) If all the Muses and the Arts can fit With their high Tunes, such choice and Princely eares, Apollo (Father to them all)—ppeares— Apollo was an Asse; he let a wench whom he lou'de to be turnd into a Bay-tree, and now shees glad for a peny to stick Ale-house-windowes, and wynde dead coarses. Let Apollo goe and lye with his owne Daughters. Are you a Scholler Syr? A school-master as I take it; and comes to present a verie prettie sow of his schollers in broken La. Can wee be dumb and see this? O haples Learning! Flie and complaine, to Heauen (where thou wert borne) That thou (whome Kings once nursde,) art now their scorne. How blowes the winde Syr? Wynde! is Nore-Nore-West. To hoyse your sayles vp too, I thinke tis best. A blacke Gust is comming: vp a low-there hey: A young-man vp toth Top-mast-head, and looke-out: stand to your Sayles: stand to your Top-sailes: let oe your Harriars, let goe, amaine louere amaine, quicke, quick, Goofllowes. Hees mad. Whoes at Helme? beare vp hard: and hard vp: and thou beest a man beare vp; Star-borde, Port-agein: off with your Drablers, and your Banners; our with you Courses: Ho,—I spie two Shippes yonder, that yaw too and agen, they haue both sprung a Leake, I thinke the Diuell is sucking Tabaccho, heeres such a Mist: out with your boate, and you Besmen, cut-downe Maste-bith-borde; beare vp, Ime a Bunt-fell you see, All I say is this, You that scorne , shall a Sea-man misse. Now by my life I haue patient stood too long. To see rich merit and loue, payde with base wrong: Learning! and Armes! and Traffique! the triple wall That fortifies a Kingdome, race em downe All! This Seaman, (hee that dearest earnes his bread) Had rigd and mann'd 4 Gallies brauely furnisht, With Souldiers, Rowers, and Fire-workes for a Sea-fight. You are full of Squibs too, pray goe fire em all. Must I bee then cashierde too? mary and shall. To saue thy sinking Honour, Ile send hence These men with thankes, with praise, and recompence. Pray doe. Braue Shalcan-Bohor, all this while Our eye has followed yours, and seene it smile, (As twere in scorne) of what these men could doe, Which made vs slight them off; to ingrosse you (Our best and richest prize:) ith Courts of Kings Through which you ha passd, you ha seenewonders, shew em. I shall at opportune howers. If your Grace Arride the toyes, they bragd of (Fire-workes, And such light-stuffes) Sit fearelesse without danger Of murdring shot, which villaines might discharge In (idle counterfet Sea-fights) you shall see At opening of this hand, a thousand Balles Of wilde-Fire, flying round about the Aire—there. Fire-workes on Lines. Rare, Rare. Tis excellent Seath from whence flew they?