Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.70 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I dare not knock at this gate▪ the hammer that hangs on it, is so cold and heavy. And why should I disquiet the Muses with such a noise? Perhaps some of them are asleep in Apollo's lap. Thou Dormouse, thou liu'st in a perpetual winter: think'st thou them like to thee? I cannot climb this hill. I pray fetch Apollo hither. Or be you Apollo. What shall Drudo be so bold. No. But say what thou canst. Apollo sees and hears all things in all places. Why then Apollo. Drudo, I crave admittance. What is your claim? I am the top of my kin. I am Slim Slug, Sluggy Sluggorum. What's that to your plea? Are you a kin to the Muses. I have long prescription time out of time. I have been entertained evermore by some of Apollo's prentices. They have kept me and said me in their chambers, and hugged me in their bed. I never wanted among them, those that would rather rest with me in a cold morning, then dance after the muse's pipe with benumbed hands and chattering teeth. All Wines have some lees, All Beehives some drones. Thinkest thou that such prescription shall get thee admittance? I am weary of sitting. I think it were better for me to lie down upon this bank. I shall talk much wiser yet when my head lies lower than my heels, for then all my spirits and wits sink down into my brain. So I'll tell thee now what learned counsel I gave to a young scholar, when he told me that his Master chid him for keeping his bed. Why (quoth I to him) then answer your Master, I pray you sin, would you have me all my bed? your law, that you give us, is, Nil dabis, aut vendes.— Very learnedly applied to the purpose. When I read lecture to my auditors.— Surely then thou giv'st a deep nod at every s● point. I enjoin them, Sell your Books, sell your Inkhorns, sell your Candlesticks, sell your Points, but never sell your beds. The bed is the seat and throne of a scholar. For contemplation requires quietness. And when is a man more quiet, then when he is in 〈◊〉 bed? Ergo. Spoken like a Philosopher, but of the Epicures sect. Nay you shall have Philosophy up to the elbows. The bed is the beginning and end of a man. When we come into the world, are not our Mother's said to be brought to bed? When we die, are not we on our death bed? Whilst we live, when are we more innocent then when we are asleep in our bed? than we think nobody any hurt. When are mischiefs done by men, but when they are awake, and employ themselves most busily? Ergo.
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I dare not knocke at this gate▪ the hammer that hangs on it, is so cold and heauy. And why should I disquiet the Muses with such a noise? Perhaps some of them are asleepe in Apollos lap. Thou Dormouse, thou liust in a perpetuall winter: think'st thou them like to thee? I cannot climbe this hill. I pray fetch Apollo hither. Or be you Apollo. What shall Drude be so bold. No. But say what thou canst. Apollo sees and heares all things in all places. Why then Apollo. Drudo, I craue admittance. What is your clayme? I am the top of my kin. I am Slim Slugge, Sluggy Sluggorum. What's that to your plea? Are you a kinne to the Muses. I haue long prescription time out of time. I haue bin entertain d euermore by some of Apollos prentises. They haue kept me and sed me in their chambers, and hug'd me in their bed. I neuer wanted among them, those that would rather rest with me in a cold morning, then dance after the Muses pipe with benum'd hands and chattering teeth. All Wines haue some ees, All Bee-hiues some Doanes. Think'st thou that such prescription shall get thee admittance? I am weary of sitting. I thinke it were better for me to lye downe vpon this banke. I shall talke much wiser yet when my head lyes lower then my heeles, for then all my spirits and wis sinke downe into my braine. So 'le tell thee now what learn'd counsaile I gaue to a young schollar, when he told me that his Master chid him for keeping his bed. Why (quoth I to him) then answer your Master, I pray you sin, would you haue me ll my bed? your law, that you giue vs, is, Nil dabis, aut vendes.— Very learnedly applyed to the purpose. When I read lecture to my auditors.— Surely then thou giu'st a deepe nod at euery s point. I inioyne them, Sell your Bookes, sell your Inkehornes, sell your Candlestickes, sell your Points, but neuer sell your beds. The bed is the seate and throne of a schollar. For contemplation requires quietnesse. And when is a man more quiet, then when he is in bed? Ergo. Spoken like a Philosopher, but of the Epicures sect. Nay you shall haue Philosophy vp to the elbowes. The bed is the beginning and end of a man. When we come into the world, are not our Mothers said to be brought to bed? When we dye, are not we on our death bed? Whil'st we liue, when are we more innocent then when we are asleepe in our bed? then wee thinke no body any hurt. When are mischiefes done by men, but when they are awake, and imploy themselues most busily? Ergo.