Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.81 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
COme away, come away. Now clearly shines our shroving day. Now are we fresher then in May, Come, come away, our work is play. Apollo's solemn shroving feast, inviteth all from cast to west: Come away, come make no slay, No muse's friend can say us nay. Apollo's yearly visitation You know begins with Proclamation, Come mouthing Praeco, clear thy threat, And chant the law in twanging note. O yez. He may cry O yez till his belly burst. But, for aught I see, here's nobody to hear him. nobody? That's none of our fault. All may come if they will, Apollo keeps open sessions. Look Praeco, canst thou see no audience? Nor man, nor mouse. If I see anybody, I would I were the muse's Tankard-bearer. That's a punishment would no near to beggar you. For I am sure you would be licking up the Castalian drops that fall from the muse's tankard, and that would make you turn rhyming Poet. I wish I had no better fortune, than to be a pretty water Poet with a high forehead like I. T. that acts the swan by the banks of Thames in England. I cursed myself happily. What is that acting the swan? I mean the swans, or goose's broad paddle feet, the natural prime pattern of the artificial oar. O que, I have him. He means the easy smooth voluminous untaught Poet, that will row you over the Thames in rhyme, every stroke of his oar cuts out the capering feet of his verses. Would we had him in Parnassus. He would stroke our Mistresses the Muses gently with his oar, and make their worships very merry, with his paper Wherry. Paper Wherry? you mean by a metaphor, that his papers and verses carry a man's attention as smooth as a wherry. No, I mean his sailing in a Paper Boat, and poetising upon that and other his own adventures. He shall have my voice to be admitted into the third form of the usher's part in Parnassus' school, if he will lay his claim for it in solemn session. I'll register his name with a witness, If he bring evidence of his fitness. This Poetical Boat hath made us sail out of our way. Drudo look down there between the Temple and the hill, see if you spy anybody. And you Praeco, put on you spectacles, and look into the Grove. Neither bird nor feather. Neither fish nor fin. We shall forfeit our liberties, if we can get no audience to listen to our Proclamation. Praeco, up that bank, nay mount up that tree. It is more wholesome mounting that one tree, than some other three trees, compact in a Greek Pee. Seest thou anybody now? Abundance. O multitude! O variety! What be they? discover them to us. Men. boys. Who else? Item there be others, shall I discover them too? Why not? I am too bashful to uncover them. They are women. On prattling Preco. Men, women, young, old, black, white, blue, sitting, standing, looking, laughing. Whence thinkest thou come they, and what would they?
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COme away, come away. Now cleerely shines our shrouing day. Now are we fresher then in May, Come, come awar, our worke is play. Apollos solemne shrouing feast, Inuiteth all from cast to west: Come away, come make no slay, No Muses friend can say vs nay. Apollos yeeely visitation You know begins with Proclamation, Come mouthing Praeco, cleare thy threate, And chant the law in twanging note. O yez. He may cry O yez till his belly burst. But, for ought I see, heer's no body to heare him. No body? I hat's none of our fault. All may come if they will, Apollo keepes open sessions. Looke Praeco, canst thou see no audience? Nor man, nor mouse. If I see any body, I would I were the Muses Tankard-bearer. That's a punishment would noe neere to begger you. For I am sure you would be licking vp the Castalian dops that fall from the Muses tankard, and that would make you turne ryming Poet. I wish I had no better fortune, then to be a pretty water Poet wih a bih forehead like I. T. that acts the swanne by the bankes o Thames in England. I curs'd my selfe happily. What is that acting the swanne? I meane the swannes, or gooses broad paddle feete, the naturall prime patterne of the artificiall oare. O que, I haue him. He meanes the easie smooth volluminous vntaught Poet, that will row you ouer the Thames in rime, euery stroake of his oare cuts out the capering feet of his verses. Would we had him in Parnassus. Hee would stroake our Mistresses the Muses gently with his oare, and make their worships very merry, with his paper Wherry. Paper Wherry? you meane by a metaphor, that his papers and verses carry a mans attention as smooth as a wherry. No, I meane his sayling in a Paper Boate, and poetising vpon that and other his owne aduentures. Hee shall haue my voice to be admitted into the third forme of the Vshers part in Parnassus schoole, if he will lay his claime for it in solemne session. I'le register his name with a witnesse, If he bring euidence of his fitnesse. This Poeticall Boat hath made vs saile out of our way. Drudo looke downe there betweene the Temple and the hill, see if you spye any body. And you Praeco, put on you spectacles, and looke into the Groue. Neither bird nor feather. Neither fish nor finne. We shall forfeit our liberties, if wee can get no audience to listen to our Proclamation. Praeco, vp that bancke, nay mount vp that tree. It is more wholesome mounting that one tree, then some other three trees, compact in a Greeke Pee. Seest thou any body now? Abundance. O multitude! O variety! What be they? discouer them to vs. Men. Boyes. Who else? Item there be others, shall I discouer them too? Why not? I am too bashfull to vncouer them. They are women. On pratling Preco. Men, women, yong, old, blacke, white, blew, sitting, standing, looking, laughing. Whence thinkest thou come they, and what would they?