Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.76 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
We shall make him a flat fool. Is not the hour come appointed by me to give access and interview to Sir Orgolio? Yes sir, the sun and clock says so. (And my clock tells me it is breakfast time. If I could tell where to lunch.) Why then Vamos. I set my legs in due array, and march on foot down to the plain. So you had need. For all your horses have ten toes. OR this, or that. This is my duty. So. And though so, yet why not rather that? I o that mine inclination draws me. O strange Monster, worse than ever nature did bring forth. A man in whom the light of reason shines, to walk in the cloudy night of tempestuous passions, to live at once in two contrary elements. Glorious Apollo I fain would still remain chine. And yet. And yet sweet Hedone, I cannot divorce myself from thee. PArnassus plains. I he banks of Hippocrene, The laurel grove, all walked, all searched by me: and yet I find him not. O here not hoped, yet now found. Found? Is this he? Is this my Amphibius? Where art thou? Who art thou? Look up and show thy friendly brow. I Hope no distaste estrangeth thee from thy Philoponus. What have we here: The walking ghost of Amphibius? Where is his soul, his life, his look, his speech? A wandering soul. Wandering? I know no by way can call thee off from me. These groves, these banks, and shades, O how oft have they been companions and witnesses of our friendship, and discourses of earth, of sea, of stars, of spheres, of motions, of rest, of beasts, of plants, of all Dame natures works, and wondrous art, by which this All stands thus composed, and framed in most exact proportion. Awake I say, the Muses call us to our task. Worthy Philoponus. I love thee. I admire thou. I envy thee. I know thou canst not envy me. Thy heart is so generous, and my worth so mean, thou lovest me I know, for the parity of our dispositions and studies. Would I were like thee now, as heretofore I have been, then should I not be thus dashed with shame. What Amphibius, you are always modest. Hic virtutis colour. Blushing is virtues scarlet robe. Alas, I am now like a cropped flower, which fades and hangs the head, I am pulled from the stalk on which I grew. What blast hath thunder-stricken thee? Whence art thou fallen? I must untwist. I hope, not from our bond of friendship. No: but from my bond of service to Apollo. Thou from Apollo? First may the stars be plucked from heaven. Why but how? In a word, I am turned soldier. Soldier? Which of the furies plucked thee from our wonted peace and quiet in Apollo's service, now to pitch thy tent in Mars's field? O how the drums and trumpets sound alarum. What strokes, what shrieks, what fierce encounters, wounds and deaths!
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We shall make him a flat foole. Is not the houre come appointed by mee to giue accesse and interviw to Sir Orgolio? Yes sir, the sunne and clocke sayes so. (And my clocke tels me it is breakefast time. If I could tell where to lunch.) Why then Vamos. I set my legges in due array, and march on foot downe to the plaine. So you had need. For all your horses haue tenne toes. OR this, or that. This is my duty. So. And though so, yet why not rather that? I o that mine inclination drawes me. O strange Monster, worse then euer nature did bring forth. A man in whom the light of reason shines, to walke in the cloudy night of tempestuous passions, to liue at once in two contrary elements. Glorious Apollo I faine would still rrmaine chine. And yet. And yet sweet Hedoe, I cannot diuorce my selfe from thee. PArnassus plaines. I he bankes of Hippocrene, The laurell groue, all walkt, all searcht by mee: and yet I finde him not. O here not hoped, yet now found. Found? Is this he? Is this my Amphibius? Where at thou? Who art thou? Looke vp and shew thy friendly brow. I Hope no distast estrangeth thee om thy Philoponus. What haue we here: The walking ghost of Amphibius? Where is his soule, his life, his looke, his speech? A wandring soule. Wandring? I know no by way can call thee off from me. These groues, these bankes, and shades, O ow oft haue they bin companions and witnesses of our friendship, and discourses of earth, of sea, of starres, of spheares, of motions, of rest, of beasts, of plants, of all Dame natures workes, and wondrous art, by which this All stands thus composed, and framed in most exact proportion. Awake I say, the Muses call vs to our taske. Worthy Philoponus. I loue thoe. I admire tho. I enuy thee. I know thou canst not enuy me. Thy heart is so generous, and my worth so meane, thou louest mee I know, for the parity of our dispositions and studies. Would I were like thee now, as heretofore I haue beene, then should I not bee thus dasht with shame. What Amphibius, you are alwaies modest. Hic virtutis color. Blushing is vertues scarlet roabe. Alas, I am now like a cropped flowre, which fades and hangs the head, I am pulled from the stalke on which I grew. What blast hath thunder-strucken thee? Whence art thou fallen? I must vntwist. I hope, not from our bond of friendship. No: but from my bond of seruice to Apollo. Thou from Apollo? First may the stars be pluckt from heauen. Why but how? In a word, I am turn'd souldier. Souldier? Which of the furies pluck't thee from our woonted peace and quiet in Apollos seruice, now to pitch thy tent in Marses field? O how the drummes and trumpets sound alarum. What stroakes, what shreekes, what fierce incounters, wounds and deaths!