Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Apollo Shroving · chunk 41 of 46

Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals)
comedy
T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.84 · 512 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.

Then displaying my naked protesting hands, I said. O thou lovely Lord of learning, beauteous, bounteous Apollo. O thou ever moving Phoebus, Whose golden locks and silver bow, Embellish heaven and earth below. O ye assistant sister's One, Attend this just defence of mine. What law, what justice, what reason can pronounce a 'gainst Ludio the sentence of expulsion? Is not Apollo's School styled ladus literarius. Is it not Schola from {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} otium, remedy, play, relaxation? What talk we of Apollo's Court. The whole world is made free of Ludios Trade, and dances after his pipe. What is our life but a game, wherein some win, some lose, some idly look on, some have good fortune, and will not be known of their winnings, others have bad luck, and curse their stars and fates; Some cheat and eke, and others are befooled? All Dame Nature's lump is a true Ludio. If you banish Ludio, you must banish the heavens and elements. What? is this brat become a Philosopher? The highest fixed starres, what doe they all the yeere but dane their measures, and kee there their stately distances, and, to shew their mirth and wantonnesse, they with their glaring eyes twinckle on their spectators. The Planets haue variety of dances, sometime graue Pauins, otherwhile mble Grds. ●e Sellinger's round. Now a pace forward, now retiring backward. Like a new coranto. What sayest thou Thuriger? did not I play the Astronomer well? Better then sixteen Almanac-makers, with all their Sextile aspects, and fiery triplicities. But now sir here was I put to my trumps, when I came to bring in our Lord Phoebus himself for an example, in my own defence, in his own presence. Therefore I begun with craving pardon. O Majestic Lord of the day, Moderator of the year, Ring-leader of all the glittering lamps; give poor Ludio leave to show that in the work of thy bright Regiment, thou canst not be without him. Dost thou not all the year long recreate thyself by taking the air about the hill of heaven in thy guilded caroche, drawn with four prancing horses? Some mortals now adays have in their Coach more horses than Don▪ Phoebus. In this thy yearly journey thou art so frolic every spring, that thou givest our mother earth a green down. That is (our Virgins say) A pretty kind of play. And in thy journal circle when thou comest and goest, every day and night, methinks thou playest at 〈◊〉▪ peep, and Hide and seek. All night it our all hid. But in the day We seek about. For what, say I, but play? O Impudence! How durst thou base flea, skip thus high into Apollo's face. Didst thou not fear to be pierced through with the least dart of his beams? The truth is, one of Apollo's learned Council had like to pulled me down, when he told me that it was against law to produce the judge for a witness. Else I had gone on to allege his playing at Quoits with Cyparissus.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayApollo Shroving
AuthorHawkins, William
Publication year (edition)1627
First performance / composition (Annals)1627 [Feb 6]
First performance (BritDrama)1627 [Feb]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Nonprofessional/School;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 907 · TCP A02827 · DEEP 730
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1031–1056 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 46 in this edition
Length512 words · 728 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T24 — Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.838 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T29 · seed 44: T27 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then displaying my naked protesting hands, I said. O thou louely Lord of learning, beauteous, bounteous Apollo. O thou euer mouing Phoebus, Whose golden lockes and siluer bow, Embellish heauen and earth below. O yee assistant sisters ne, Attend this iust deence of mine. What law, what iustice, what reason can pronounce a gainst Ludio the sentence of expulsion? Is not Apollos Schoole stiled ladus literarius. Is it not Scola from otium, remedy, play, relaxation? What talke we of Apollos Court. The whole world is made free of Ludios Trade, and dances after his pipe. What is our life but a game, wherein some winne, some lose, some idly looke on, some haue good fortune, and will not be known of their winnings, others haue bad lucke, and curse their starres and fates; Some cheate and ke, and others are befooled? All Dame Natures lumpe is a true Ludio. If you banish Ludio, you must banish the heauens and elements. What? is this brat become a Philosopher? The highest fixed starres, what doe they all the yeere but dane their measures, and kee there their stately distances, and, to shew their mirth and wantonnesse, they with their glaring eyes twinckle on their spectators. The Planets haue variety of dances, sometime graue Pauins, otherwhile mble Grds. e Sellingers round. Now a pace forward, now retyring backward. Like a new Corranto. What sayest thou Thuriger? did not I play the Astronomer well? Better then sixteene Almanace-makers, with all their Sextile aspects, and siery triplicities. But now sir here was I put to my trumpes, when I came to bring in our Lord Phoebus himselfe for an example, in my owne defence, in his owne presence. Th fore I begun with cauing pardon. O Maies Lord of the day, Moderator of the yeere, Rng-leader of all the glittering lampes; giue poore Ludio leaue to shew that in the worke o thy bright Regiment, thou canst not be without him. Dost thou not all the yeere long recreate thy selfe by taking the ayre about the hill of heauen in thy guilded Caroch, drawne with foure prancing horses? Some mortals now adaies haue in their Coach more horses then Don▪ Poebus. In this thy yeerly iourney thou art so frolicke euery spring, that thou giuest our mother earth a greene owne. That is (our Virgins say) A pretty kinde of play. And in thy iournall circle when thou comest and goest, euery day and night, mee thinkes thou playest at ▪ peepe, and Hide and seeke. All night it our all hid. But in the day We seeke about. For what, say I, but play? O Impudency! How durst thou base slea, skippe thus high into Apollos face. Didst thou not feare to be pierced through with the least dart of his beames? The truth is, one of Apollos learned Councell had like to pull'd me downe, when he told me that it was against law to produce the Iudge for a witnesse. Else I had gone on to alledge his playing at Quoits with Cyparissus.