Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.64 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
See how thy good nature is wrought upon. This inscription is none of Queen Hedone's hand. Seest thou the character nothing a kin to the letter within Perhaps endorsements and names of note, are written in another hand for excellency. That is the Court style. Let me tell thee a short tale. Thou hast heard of Burching-lane in London. London? Where's that? In England? So. And there are many volumes of Apparel made at large by guess for no man, and for every man, for all, whom they may fit, or who will buy them. What then? I buy none there. An honest rural guest coming thither, is hailed into a shop, and cared with a suit which though too wide, too long or short, he's persuaded 'twas made for him and none else, he pays, and goes, and after finds it shrinks. What's this to me? Yes to thee. Mutato nomine de te Fabula narratur. Thou art this new come guest, gazing on and admiring the varnished wares, set out in the deceitful shop of Hedone. She cuts out and tacks together, large declamations in folio. In laudem voluptatis. These she sends abroad by the end of her broker Siren: Who, loaden with these blank letters, rambles up & down: and, when she lights upon any credulous soul, presently she adds an endorsement, and makes the receiver believe that Queen Hedone herself doth woo him. Against the concourse of this solemn day this Siren, hovering here for gain, now seizeth on thee. And thou believest that this paper garment was cut out and sowed and laced for Amphibius. If she meet with me, verily I shall have another the same letter, endorsed, To her dear, her only dear Philoponus. Then shall I be the flower of youth, and what not? Admit sir this, that my name, was put in by the bearer upon general instructions only. Yet the powerful contents of the letter enforce in themselves the conclusion of my yielding. Thy yielding? And why not mine as well? Yes brother, and thine, and any's else, whose heart is not hewn out of a marble rock. Mine is of flesh, I call a woman Mother. I am of the same mould with thee. But I bethink myself, Why hath Reason the Sceptre in her hand, if rebel Passion may be suffered to crowd into the Throne. True, no Oracle more certain. But alas. But I know not what within this melting breast cries out louder, and says, Amphibius, Thou shalt now to this case dispense with those severe rules. Where is thy Logic? thy Philosophy? Art thou an Orator to persuade others to that which they know not, and canst thou not persuade thyself, in that which thou acknowledgest? Nay, the Arguments used by Hedone, are not emptily blown up with passion, but soundly grounded on Philosophy, Logic and Oratory. S●en told me that her Lady Hedone is near allied to Manto, Cassandra, Aspasia, and the ancient Roman Tanaquil. That this Hedone, better than Lesbian Sappho, might pretend to be the tenth Muse.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
See how thy good nature is wrought vpon. This inscription i none of Queene Hedones hand. Seest thou the character nothing a kin to the letter within Perhps indorcements and names of note, are written in another hand for excellency. That is the Court stile. Let me tell thee a short tale. Thou hast heard o Burching-lane in London. London? Where's that? In England? So. And there are many volumes of Appárell made at large by guesse for no man, and for euery man, for all, whom they may fit, or who will buy them. What then? I buy none there. An honest rurall guest comming thither, is hailed into a shop, and caed with a suite which though too wide, too long or short, hee's perswaded 'was made fo him and none else, he payes, and goes, and after findes it sinkes. What's this to me? Yes to thee. Mutato nomixe de te Fabula narratur. Thou art this new come guest, gazing on and admiring the varnisht wares, set out in the deceitfull shop of Hedone. She cuts out and tackes together, large declamations in folio. In laudem voluptatis. These shee sends abroad by the nd of her Broaker Siren: Who, loden with these blanke letters, rambles vp & down: and, when she lights vpon any credulous soule, presently she addes an indorcement, and makes the receiuer beleeue that eene Hedone her selfe doth wooe him. Against the concourse of this solemne day this Siren, houering here for gaine, now seiseth on thee. And thou beleeuest that this paper garment was cut out and sow'd and lac'd for Amphibius. I shee meete with me, verily I shall haue another the same letter, indorced, To her deare, her onely deare Philoponus. Then shall I bee the flowre of youth, and what not? Admit sir this, that my name, was put in by the bearer vpon generall instructions onely. Yet the powerfull contents of the letter inforce in themselues the conclusion of my yeelding. Thy yeelding? And why not mine as well? Yes brother, and thine, and anyes else, whose heart is not hewne out of a marble rocke. Mine is of flesh, I call a woman Mother. I m of the same ould with thee. But I bethinke my self, Why hath Reason the Scepter in her hand, if rebell Passion may bee suffered to crowd into the Throne. True, no Oracle more certaine. But alas. But I know not what within this melting brest cryes out lowder, and sayes, Amphibius, Thou shalt now to this case dispence with those seuere rules. Where is thy Logique? thy Philosophy? Art thou an Orator to perswade others to that which they know not, and canst thou not perswade thy selfe, in that which thou acknowledgest? Nay, the Arguments vsed by Hedone, are not emptily blowne vp with passion, but soundly grounded on Philosophy, Logique and Oratory. Sen told me that her Lady Hedone is neere allyed to Manto, Cassandra, Aspasia, and the ancient Roman Tanaquil. That this Hedone, better then Lesbian Sapph, might pretend to be the tenth Muse.