Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.78 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I Think I rose not on the right side today. I have rambled up and down, and can get no playfellows. Nay this snare which they have laid for me, when me the more to accuse them both anon at Apollo's judgement seat. Novice is so taken up with the Captain, that he cannot be for me all this day. First I will plead he is a corrupter of youth, and turns them from humane shape into Baboons. Will nobody take pity on a desolate gamester? Will you play with me? will you? Secondly, he robs them of their patrimonies. Come you i'th' blue jacket, I'll try with you at this, or that, or these. Thirdly, he pulls away the sweetest nothings from the muse's breasts. At length well hit, I have found now. Ho. Sir Lauriger, I challenge you at bull, bear, and horse. You will be ho●st at school for this. Will not a snatch in the afternoon serve you, and then buckle to your book again, but you must lavish out the cream of the morning so prodigally, and hold on thus till noon? I tell thee, I had rather have this then cream with sugar. I taste my play: all else is unsavoury to me. If Muscus hear of this, Apollo's curse will light upon thee. Apollo is our great Lord. And yet I have heard that he loves boys play, and therefore he still continues a boy. Peace thou babbling rauing tongue. What is he else? I am sure he has no beard. Thou ignorant fondling, that is hieroglyphical. His beardless flourishing youth, signifies the never fading fame which is gotten by his service. ay, but sir, by your leave, I have read, that Apollo was wont to play at Quoits. The gods may be said to Quoit when they cast into the lap of fortune, the lots and fates of mortal men. This is the moral of it. I say Apollo played at Quoits, as we do. And his playfellow was young Cyparissus, a boy about my pitch and years, but that he had not so manly a look, as myself, but simpered somewhat womanishly. Cyparissus that was turned into a Cypress tree▪ Apollo played with him, by a good token, their Quoits were knockers, heavier than horse shoes, I think. For the poor boy was brained with one of them. Doth not our Ovid Naso, That never told lie, say so? A good token? that's a bad token. O how it grieves my heart to think of that honest lad. Ah poor Cyparissus. When I learned the lesson in Ovid, I could have corn that lease out of my book, for very grief, that such a mischance should fall out at the worthy exercise of Quoiting. Out alas, if my trade did not employ me better, I could weep my pocket full.
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I Thinke I rose not on the right side today. I haue rambled vp and downe, and can get no playfellowes. Nay this snare which they haue laid for me, whe me the moe to accuse them both anon at Apollos Iudgement seat. Noice is so taken vp with the Captaine, that hee cannot be for me all this day. First I will plead he is a corrupter of youth, and turnes them from humane shape into Baboones. Will no body take pitty on a deolate gamster? Will you play with me? will you? Secondly, he obbes them of their patrimonies. Come you it'h blw iacket, I'le try with you at this, or that, or these. Thirdly, he puls away the sweetest nungs from the Muses breasts. At length well hit, I haue found now. Ho. Sir Lauriger, I challenge you at bull, beare, and horse. You will be host at schoole for this. Will not a snatch in the aftenoone seue you, and then buckle to your booke againe, but you must lauish out the creame of the morning so prodigally, and hold on thus till noone? I tell thee, I had rather haue this then creame with sugar. I tast my play: all else is vnsauory to me. If Musus heare of this, Apollos curse will light vpon thee. Apollo is our great Lord. And yet I haue heard that loues boyes play, and therefore he still continues a boy. Peace thou babling auing tongue. What is he else? I am sure he has no beard. Thou ignorant ondling, that is hieroglificall. His beardlesse flourishing youth, signifies the neuer fading sme which is gotten by his seruice. I, but , by your leaue, I haue read, that Apollo was woont to play at Quoits. The gods may be said to Quoite when they cast into the lappe of fortune, the lots and fates of mortall men. This is the morall of it. I say Apolloplaid at Quoits, as we doe. And his play-fellow was yong Cyparissus, a boy about my pitch and yeeres, but that he had not so manly a looke, as my selfe, but simpered somewhat womanishly. Cyparissus that as turned into a Cypresse tree▪ Apollo plaid with him, by a good token, their Quoits were knockers, heauier then horse shooes, I think. For the poor boy was brained with one of them. Doth not our Ouid Naso, That neuer told lye, say so? A good token? that's a bad token. O how it gueues ny heart to thinke of that honest lad. Ah pore rissus. When I learn'd th lesson in Ouid, I could haue corne that lease out of my book, for very griefe, that such a mischance should fall out at the worthy exercise of Quong. Out alas, if my trade did not imploy mee better, I could weepe my pocket full.