Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.75 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I prithee, sweet son, let me see thee once act the fine gestures, which the Captain hath taught you. You do them by yourself alone in the chamber, and the door shut to you. I looked in yesterday at the keyhole, and methought it did me good to see thee repeat some of them in the presence of a Candlestick, and Bedstaff that were set upon the table. Are you advised of that Mother? That is a secret, which the Captain tells me, that I must show my feats to none till I am well practised. And another secret, better than that, is, in my private practising to set up imagined spectators for the whetting of my care and diligence. And therefore sometime I set upon my table, a full auditory of Cushion, Candlestick, slipper, Bellows, and Chamberpot. See my son Master Gingle, see what wrong you do me then. You will not allow me that favour, which you do to your Bellows, and that which is below Bellows. As I am a Gentleman Mother, I cannot do withal as yet. You know when you put me to this mighty Master, you charged me upon your blessing to obey him, and follow his instructions, rather than the precepts of Musaeus or Apollo himself. But by the next month, I think the Captain will give me leave to repeat my postures before you. I will do your Mothership the favour to be in the first form of my Spectators. Next month? I cannot tarry till next day. Hold, here's a crown, carry to him for his favour, to make me a spectator without delay. It may be in your repeating, I shall teach you some gestures that the Captain thinks not of. But Mother, I hope you will not fail my Master Captain. You will be a suitor to Apollo for him, that he may continue his school of fine feats here near our door. Why child to that end have I called to have my Coach made ready. Apollo's great hall is almost a flight shot off on the top of Parnassus, I cannot get up thither without my four fourfooted prancers. jug bid my Coachman lay the Coach bed backward, for we are to climb the hill. But I must in to dress me better, and set my face in Court fashion. Valorous sir, I pray you clear your brow. What cloud of discontent envelops your heroic soul? I tell thee 〈◊〉. I am duloros●, I am fumbled and fuddled, and stu● with two horns, grief & anger. Hath Signed on you? Now boy I have her love and shall. (Well you may, you pay dear for it.) I hope Sir you are not angry with me sir, your diligent Implement. With thee? Thou shrub, thou scrub. Thou art below my wrath. The thunderbolt of my indignation, where it bolteth forth— (My Masters bolt is soon shot) Bestuds the tallest oaks: it strikes not at such daisies as thou art, dandiprat.
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I preethy, sweet sonne, let me see thee once act the fine gestures, which the Captaine hath taught you. You doe them by your selfe alone in the chamber, and the doore shut to you. I look't in yesterday at the key-hole, and me thought it did me good to see thee repeat some of them in the presence of a Candlestick, and Bed-staffe that were set vpon the table. Are you uis'd of that Mother? That is a secret, which the Captaine tells mee, that I must shew my feates to none till I am well practised. And another secret, better then that, is, in my priuate practising to set vp imagined spectators for the whetting of my care and diligence. And therefore sometime I set vpon my table, a full auditory of Cushion, Candlestick, Slippars, Bellowes, and Chamberpot. See my sonne Master Gingle, see what wrong you doe me then. You will not allow mee that fauour, which you doe to your Bellowes, and that which is below Bellowes. As I am a Gentleman Mother, I cannot doe withall as yet. You know when you put me to this mighty Master, you charged mee vpon your blessing to obey him, and follow his instructions, rather then the precepts of Musaeus or Apollo himselfe. But by the next moneth, I thinke the Captaine will giue mee leaue to repeate my postures before you. I will doe your Mothership the fauour to bee in the first forme of my Spectators. Next moneth? I cannot tarry till next day. Hold, heer's a crowne, carry to him for his fauour, to make me a spectator without delay. It may be in your repeating, I shall teach you some gestures that the Captaine thinkes not of. But Mother, I hope you will not faile my Master Captaine. You will be a suiter to Apollo for him, that he may continue his schoole of fine feats here neare our doore. Why childe to that end haue I called to haue my Coach made ready. Apollos great hall is almost a flight shot off on the top of Parnassus, I cannot get vp thither without my four foure-footed prancers. Iugge bid my Coachman lay the Coach bed backward, for we are to climbe the hill. But I must in to dresse mee better, and set my face in Court fashion. VAlerous sir, I pray you cleare your brow. What cloud of discontent enuelops your heroick soule? I tell . I am duloros, I am fumbled and sudled, and stu with two horne, griefe & anger. Hath S ned on you? Now by I haue her loue and shall. (Well you may, you py deare for it.) I hope Sir you are not angry with mee sir, your diligent Implement. With thee? Thou shrubbe, thou scrubbe. Thou art below my wrath. The thunderbolt of my indignation, where it lteth foth— (My Masters bolt is soone shot) Bestunds the tallest oakes: it strikes not at such dazies as thou art, dandiprat.