Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.74 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
What? Blow point? or Span-counter? or trap out may hap? Take heed you grow not Out. No Tomboy, no. Nor scourge-top, nor truss, nor Leap frog, nor Nine holes, nor Mumble the peg: But a more Noble recreation, where we have more lookers on, than gamesters. What play call you it? Take out thy fescue, and spell here, in this one-leafed book. Tell the stitches in this samples of black and white. A. P. ap. A. P. ap? Thou fumbling Ape. A. per se, A. P. O. L. pol. A. per se, A. P. O. L. pol, L. O. lo. Apollo. On my maidenhead this is Latin. We shall be choked with a doggerel Latin Play for all this. I tell thee, this is Greek, Latin, and English too. This Apollo is he an English man? I'll deal with none but my own Countrymen. I wont have to do, so I wont, with these outlandish people that speak gibberish. It is a proper name, it signifies the Lord and Master of the Muses. His Throne and Court here represented is the shop and staple of learning. A proper name? As you are a proper man, let none but English wares be sold in this shop, or else you have no customer of me. Nay, read on what follows. S. H. R. O. shro. I'll none of this. What, do you call us shroves? Thou art not worthy to go a shroving, that canst not spell it. V I. N. G. ving, shroving I'm glad of that. Now I like this Apollo well: he'll go a gossiping with us. does Apollo come a shroving to us, or shall we go a shroving to him? All which we on this Stage shall act or say, Doth Apollas shrouing day. Whilst thus we greet you by our words and pens, Our sorrowing bodeth death to none, but hens. Pens? hens? methinks the feathers of hens should not make good pens. I do not like the death of hens. As I'm a true housewife, I wondered what made our hen roost so empty, and see the scholars have gotten them. I prithee, hold thy peace, thou goest beyond thine office, thou'lt have the first word and the last too, thou show'st thyself to be a true Lala. But whilst I chat with her, the time grows late, I'll six this banner at Apollo's gate. As I'm a true woman, I'll trust you slippery scholars no further than I see you. I wont away, till I taste of the first dish of Apollo's shroving seast, and know whether it was an English Cook that dressed it. I see a black coat come in, I'll know whether he be a true Britain. Ecce vigil nitido patefeci ab ortu Purpureas aurora fores, et plena rosarum Atria. Dissugiunt stellae, quarum agmina cogit Lucifer, & coeli statione novissimus exit. jungere equos Titan velocibus imperat beris. I can hold no longer. False play. I bar your dice. Body o'me, I thought how we should be served. What bold Nymph is this, that durst intrude amongst the Muses?
seed 43: T29 · seed 44: T27 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What? Blow point? or Span-counter? or trappe out may hap? Take heed you grow not Outish. No Tomboy, no. Nor scourge-top, nor Trusse, nor Leape frog, nor Nine holes, nor Mumble the pegge: But a more Noble recreation, where we haue more lookers on, then gamesters. What play call you it? Take out thy feue, and spell here, in this oneleau'd booke. Tell the stitches in this sample of blacke and white. A. P. ap. A. P. ap? Thou fumbling Ape. A. per se, A. P. O. L. pol. A. per se, A. P. O. L. pol, L. O. lo. Apollo. On my maidenhead this is Latine. We shall bee choaked with a dogrell Latine Play for all this. I tell thee, this is Greek, Latine, and English too. This Apollo is he an English man? I'le deale with none but my owne Country-men. I woont haue to doe, so I woont, with these outlandish people that speake gibberish. It is a proper name, it signifies the Lord and Master of the Muses. His Throne and Court here represented is the shoppe and staple of learning. A proper name? As you are a proper man, let none but English wares bee sould in this shop, or else you haue no customer of me. Nay, reade on what followos. S. H. R. O. shro. I'le none of this. What, doe you call vs shroues? Thou at not worthy to goe a shrouing, that canst not spell it. V I. N. G. ving, shrouing I'me gld of that. Now I like this Apollo well: hee'le goe a gossipping with vs. does Apollo come a shrouing to vs, or shall wee goe a shrouing to him? All which we on this Stage shall act or say, Doth Apollas shrouing day. Whilest thus we greete you by our words and pens, Our sorouing bodeth death to none, but bens. Pennes? hennes? Me thinkes the feathers of hens should not make good pennes. I doe not like the death of hennes. As I'me a true housewife, I wondred what made our enne roost so empty, and see the schollars haue gouen them. I prethy, hold thy peace, thou goest beyond thine office, thou'lt haue the first word and the last too, thou shew'st thy sele to be a true Lala. But whil'st I chat with her, the time growes late, I'le sixe this banner at Apollos gate. As I'me a true woman, I'le trust you slippery schollars no further then I see you. I woont away, till I tast of the first dish of Apollos shrouing seast, and know whether it was an English Cooke that drest it. I see a blacke coate come in, I'le know whether hee be a true Brittaine. Ecce vigil nitido ab ortu Purpureas aurora fores, et plena rosarum Atria. Dissugiunt stellae, quarum agmina cogit Luciser, & coeli statione nouissimus exit. Iungere equos Titan velocibus . I can hold no longer. False play. I barre your dice. Body o'me, I thought how we should be seru'd. What bold Nimph is this, that durst intrude amongst the Muses?