Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 24 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.82 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Alas, that's the least wonder, for at what time Pythagoras flourished, that was a familiar thing with his Scholars: and I may confirm it by a persuasive induction drawn from your Pythonisses, and your new-fashioned Lutes that sound from within, Sir, from within: nay, besides all this, Sir, at the same time his Ears could sing, and his Brains crow; and he could Laugh till the tears stood in's Eyes. O wonderful! wonderful! If you please, Sir, now to employ me, not only my Wants, but also my Love shall make me diligently respectful. Sir, I courteously accept your offered endeavours. Ah, dearest Astronomia, 'tis for thy sake I do thus. How? for Astronomia's? [he spoke that to himself] Sir, I am on a sudden less well affected, wherefore pardon, I pray you, an abrupt entreating of your present departure, and some speedy occasion shall shortly offer a second meeting. Well Sir, we thank you; Apollo be always the Patron of your Muse and Health. For Astronomia's sake? why? is he in love with her? (For Astronomia's sake!) or is he in love with me! I won't torture myself, I'll expound gently; he's in love with me, and because (it may be) he hears I love her, he accounts (it may be) that he does this, that I may obtain her: and thus (it may be) he means he does this for Her: This is Scurvy; Master Geographus you have marred your own Market; my stomach's turned; I have Tongues enough for a wiseman; thousands before me have got Wife and Children, more than thy could keep, without learning the Languages; and therefore from henceforth, for fear of the worst, you may, Master Geographus, (if you please) undertake a second Travel. BE not far off. That nothing is entire! Nothing all-blessed! but still some new desire Brings a new torture! and this Fate does lie, An heavy weight on all mortality! It does; thus was not lately my affection Chained to Historia by a strong subjection? Did I not pule, and pine, entreat, and cry? Pretend a sickness? threaten I would die, If she not loved me? did I not act all The frantic parts wherewith Love does enthrall His rebel-subjects? Did I not look Sad If she but Frowned; and, if she Smiled, look Glad? I did; and took delight to be enchained To her, Hope said at last she might be gained. Yet see the wheel of change! I now do scorn Her tears, and now she thinks herself forlorn. Pardon my intrusion Sir, Historia Hearing you were hurt lately in a Fray, Has in her jealousy of love sent here Some Physic, to prevent a greater fear. She should have sent me Poison, far from her I count it so; yet let the Messenger Return our courteous gratitude. begone. Lo, thus vexations never come alone; Well, I won't love her; nay, I'll have her more Henceforth; she plagues me worse than before.
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Alas, that's the leaſt wonder, for at what time Pythagoras flouriſh'd, that was a familiar thing with his Scholers: and I may confirme it by a perſwaſiue induction drawne from your Pythoniſſes, and your new-faſhion'd Lutes that ſound from within, Sir, from within: nay, beſides all this, Sir, at the ſame time his Eares could ſing, and his Braines crow; and he could Laugh till the teares ſtood in's Eyes. O wonderfull! wonderfull! If you pleaſe, Sir, now to imploy mee, not onely my Wants, but alſo my Loue ſhall make mee diligently reſpectfull. Sir, I courteouſly accept your offered indeuours. Ah, deareſt Aſtronomia, 'tis for thy ſake I doe thus. How? for Aſtronomia's? [hee ſpake that to himſelfe] Sir, I am on a ſuddaine leſſe well affected, wherefore pardon, I pray you, an abrupt intreating of your preſent departure, and ſome ſpeedie occaſion ſhall ſhortly offer a ſecond meeting. Well Sir, we thanke you; Apollo be alwayes the Patrone of your Muſe and Health. For Aſtronomia's ſake? why? is he in loue with her? (For Aſtronomia's ſake!) or is hee in loue with mee! I woun't torture my ſelfe, Ile expound gently; Hee's in loue with mee, and becauſe (it may be) he heares I loue her, hee accounts (it may bee) that hee does this, that I may obtaine her: and thus (it may be) hee meanes hee does this for Her: This is Scuruie; Maſter Geographus you haue marr'd your owne Market; my ſtomacke's turn'd; I haue Tongues enow for a wiſe-man; thouſands before me haue got Wife and Children, more then thy could keepe, without learning the Languages; and therefore from hence-forth, for feare of the worſt, you may, Maſter Geographus, (if you pleaſe) vndertake a ſecond Trauell. BE not farre off. That nothing is entire! Nothing all-bleſt! but ſtill ſome new deſire Brings a new torture! and this Fate does lie, An heauie weight on all mortalitie! It does; thus was not lately my affection Chain'd to Hiſtoria by a ſtrong ſubiection? Did I not pule, and pine, intreate, and crie? Pretend a ſickneſſe? threaten I would die, If ſhe not lou'd me? did I not act all The frantike parts wherewith Loue does inthrall His Rebell-Subiects? Did I not looke Sad If ſhee but Frown'd; and, if ſhee Smil'd, looke Glad? I did; and tooke delight to be inchain'd To her, Hope ſaid at laſt ſhee might be gain'd. Yet ſee the wheele of change! I now doe ſcorne Her teares, and now ſhe thinkes her ſelfe forlorne. Pardon my intruſion Sir, Hiſtoria Hearing you were hurt lately in a Fray, Has in her iealouſie of loue ſent here Some Phyſicke, to preuent a greater feare. She ſhould haue ſent me Poyſon, far from her I count it ſo; yet let the Meſſenger Returne our courteous gratitude. Begon. Lo, thus vexations neuer come alone; Well, I wount loue her; nay, Ile ha her more Hence-forth; ſhe plagues me worſe then before.