Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.80 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
she's in my Sowle, I'm glad I have met with her. Dame Siren, thou art indicted by the name of Siren for subverting Apollo's subjects; You must along with me, and appear to answer such matters as shall be objected against you, on the behalf of our Sovereign Lord Apollo. Thou arrest me, who have arrested thy betters? I tell thee, I will be there. I have good friends in Apollo's Court. I will not be hired to tarry away. But before I go, I must deliver a message to you from a great goddess. A goddess to me? I●o thee, and thee, and to you all. Say what thou must, or canst. Hedone, Queen Hedone, sweet Hedone, Dame nature's care, and noblest birth, The joy, and crown of heaven, and earth, The aim, and centre of desire, The fuel of most sacred fire, By me, and this, and this She sends you all her bliss. Among the gods she hath her place, They all stand gazing on her face. The clouds do from her presence fly, 'Tis sunshine where she casts her eye. Where are she treads on earth below, A rose or lilly up doth grow. Her breath a gale of spi● brings: Mute are the Muses when she sings. What ere she touches turnes to Nar, What man, but can, and must affect her? No heart so hard, but needs must melt, When once her kindly warmth is felt. She, she vouchsafe, to call you to her, And wooing prays you now to woo her. By study soon, fresh youth doth break, The fair grow foul, the strong grow weak: Leave leave this musing bookish trade: Enjoy yourselves before youth fade. Time must be gone, Old age creeps on. She puts her message home, methinks. I have arrested her; and I think she will arrest us. I like her song well, I'll get a copy of it. If Apollo give me leave, I will have more acquaintance with her. methinks this Siren would make a good wife for my Master, Captain Compliment, and so she shall be my Mistress. O fair Hedone, sweet honey Hedone, more sweet than Marmalet, or Quidony. Away thou glozing flatterer. we are no game for thee. Let us about our business. Praeco do your office, carry her away. Let her chant this song before Apollo. The Muses will outsing her, and tear her flearing locks. I will go cite Slug. GEntle sir Gingle, the flower of my school, return my thanks to the honourable Dame Indulgence thy high deserving Mother, for the glittering token the sent me. I shall deserve it in my readiness to accomplish thee. But where ended we yesterday? You were instructing me how to salute a Lady, or so, if she had a Monkey, or so, and wept, or so. This is but so, so. In case you find a Lady weeping and mournful, for that her Monkey is sick of the mumps, then say.
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Shee's in my owle, I'me glad I haue met with her. Dame Siren, thou art ndited by the name of Siren for subuerting Apollos subiects; You must along with mee, and appeare to answer such matters as shall be obiected against you, on the behalfe of our Soueraigne Lord Apollo. Thou arrest me, who haue arrested thy betters? I tell thee, I will be there. I haue good friends in Apollos Court. I will not be hired to tarry away. But before I goe, I must deliuer a message to you from a great goddesse. A goddesse to mee? Io thee, and thee, and to you all. Say what thou must, or canst. Hedone, Queene Hedone, sweet Hedone, Dame natures care, and noblest birth, The iy, and crowne of heauen, and earth, The aime, and center of desire, The fuell of most sacred fire, By me, and this, and this She sends you all her blisse. Among the gods she hath her plae, They all stand gazing on her face. The clouds d from her presence flye, 'Tis sunshine where she casts her eye. Where are she treads on earth below, A rose or illy vp doth grow. Her breath a gale of spi brings: Mute are the Muses when she sings. What ere she touches turnes to Nar, What man, but can, and must affect her? No heart so hard, but needes must melt, When once her kindely warmth is felt. She, she vouchsafe, to call you to her, And wooing prayes you now to wooe her. By study soone, fresh youth doth breake, The faire grow foule, the strong grow weake: Leaue leaue this musing bookish trade: Inioy your selues before youth fade. Time must be gone, Old age creepes on. She puts her message home, me thinkes. I haue arrested her; and I thinke shee will arrest vs. I like her song well, I'le get a coppy of it. If Apollo giue me leaue, I will haue more acquaintance with her. Me thinkes this Siren would make a good wife for my Master, Captaine Complement, and so she shall be my Mistresse. O faire Hedone, sweet honey Hedone, more sweet then Marmalet, or Quidony. Away thou glosing slatterer. Wee are no game for thee. Let vs about our businesse. Praeco doe your office, carry her away. Let her chant this song before Apollo. The Muses will out-sing her, and teare her searing lockes. I will goe cite Slug. GEntle sir Gingle, the flowre of my schoole, returne my thankes to the honourable Dame Indulgence thy high deseruing Mother, for the glittering token the sent me. I shall deserue it in my readinesse to accomplish thee. But where ended we yesterday? You were instructing me how to salute a Lady, or so, if she had a Monkey, or so, and wept, or so. This is but so, so. In case you finde a Lady weeping and ournfull, for that her Mnkey is sicke of the mum, say.