Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.72 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
One of the horses is very unruly, the Coachman. talks like a rogue, and says that nothing but a wise will tame him. This lewd horse-rubber's tongue must be tamed I doubt he is three quarters drunk. That's no news. I must away, the hour runs with swifter race than my horses. Keep on thy way, dost thou not see? hold on that path. Seest thou not how my staff doth wise thee the way? I think thou cam'st backward into the world, that now art damned to this crablike pace. Shall I never be rid of this office? So: stand still Now methinks I see the porch of great Apollo's temple. O great Apollo, if my son have thus deserved to be punished, yet what hath guiltless Geron, what hath he offended? O. terg. ollota nodrap. su. Thou dost well to humble thyself before great Apollo. But why to pardon us? Why me? Rethaf, O. rethaf. What sayest thou to thy Father? Ti. saw. rvoy. tlaf. What sayest thou? Was it my fault? Voy. taes. 'em. ta. ot. ih, a koob. Did I set you at too high a book? You were too proud of your wit, and would needs slide over the rudiments, and leap at first into an higher form, than your capacity would reach unto. Im. rehtom. Im. rethom. Thy Mother, thy Mother. ay, it is true, thy Mother would needs have it so. I must needs say 'twas her fault, not mine. She ever jogged me, and told me, that her Rowland was as good a scholar, as his Master, and that the 〈◊〉 est book did best befit his ●gh flown 〈◊〉 and now alas thy long long punishment penance unto me, then to thy two years have I been 〈◊〉 at home. It grieves & grates me ears to hear this backward language imposed by Apollo's doom on my wretched child. It wounds mine eyes to see these backward steps. And yet remains a furtiver time for me, To be the scorn and by word of this place. Old Gerons overforward child Retorted for his hastiness, Is made the proud 〈◊〉 of these times. And likened to soon ripe soon rotten fruit▪ But how long time remains yet unexpired this unnatural preposterous task? ●o. Rey. Say. Norey. I, so, it is one whole livelong year. ●ich thy poor father (spent with tears and grief) Scarce hopes now to outlast. Alas The candle of my days is almost spent, It waveth in the snuft, and little oil Is left to make it flame. And yet alas too soon these blasts of sighs Will puff it out▪ ●ese tears will drown it quite. Rethaf. reed. Rethaf. What sayest thou my dear son, too dear to me, that hast me cost so deep a punishment. Tell. su. geb so. old pa. Well What shall we beg of Apollo? Ot, nodrap. su. sibt. ●ey.
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One of the horses is very vnruly, the Coachman. talkes like a rogue, and sayes that nothing but a wise will tame him. This lewd horse-rubbers tongue must be tam'd I doubt he is three quarters drunke. That's no newes. I must away, the houre runnes with swifter race then my horses. KEepe on thy way, dost thou not see? hold on that path. Seest thou not how my staffe doth wise thee the way? I thinke thou cam'st backward into the world, that now art dam'd to this crab-like pace. Shall I neuer be rid of this office? So: stand still Now me thinkes I see the portch of great Apollos temple. O great Apollo, if my sonne haue thus deserued to be punished, yet what hath guiltlesse Geron, what hath he offended? O. terg. ollota nodra. . Tnou dost well to humble thy selfe before great Apollo. But why to pardon vs? Why me? Rethaf, O. rethaf. What sayest thou to thy Father? Ti. saw. ruoy. tlaf. What sayest thou? Was it my fault? Voy. tes. em. ta. ot. ih, a koob. Did I set you high a booke? You were too proud of your , and would needes slide ouer the udiments, and leape at first into an higher forme, then your capacity would reach vnto. . rehtom. Im. thom. Thy Mother, thy Mother. I, it is true, thy Mother would needes haue it so. I must needs say 'twas her fault, not mine. She ioggd me, and told mee, that her Rowland was as good a schollar, as his Master, and that the est booke did best befit his gh now thy long long nance vnto me, then to thy two yeeres haue I bin at home. It grieues & gates me this backward language imposed by Apollos doome on my wretched childe. It wounds mine eyes to see these backward steps. And yet remaines a for me, To be the scorne and by word of this plae. Old Gerons ouer-forward childe Retorted fo his astinesse, Is made the prou of these times. And likened to soone ipe soone otten fruit▪ how long time remaines yet vnexpir'd this vnnaturall preposterous taske? o. Rey. Sa. Norey. I, so, it is one whole liuelong yeere. ich thy poore father (spent with teares and grief) arce hopes now to oulast. Alas The candle of my dayes is almost spent, It waueth in th snufte, and little oyle Is left to make it flame. And yet alas too soone these blasts of sighes Will puffe it out▪ ese teares will drowne it quite. Rethaf. reed. Rethaf. What sayest thou my deere sonne, too deere to me, that hast me cost so deepe a punishment. Tel. su. geb so. ol pa. Well What shall we begge of Apollo? Ot, nodrap. su. sibt. ey.