Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.76 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Nay, you must foot it thither, there lies the marrow of your punishment. O that I had Tom Cortat's everlasting shoes! But ho which is the way to Lubberland? Has none of you been there Will you go with me? will you in the freeze coat? It is a fine Country. There are rivers of Muskadine, and bridges of Brawn, parks of Ven●▪ son Pasties, paled about with puddings and sausages. Hay for our town, heigh for Lubberland. Praco, I think thou dreamest of Lubberland. Why do not you pass on? Yong Novice, Apprentice. Here. I pray sir, save me: I'll get my Mother to end ye. 〈◊〉 up a couple of Capons. free man, and thy follies come of simple 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, and are not deeply rooted in thee, there is hope of thy recovery. for three years thou shalt pay but an hour in the week, and all thy school time 〈◊〉 depart from the presence and guidance of Philoponus. Observe and imitate his painful diligence: so shalt thou get the muse's love, and Lord Apollo favour. Thanks, many▪ thanks to him, and thee for this your clemency. Good your Worship, be good to my son, his Mother will run mad for gri●. Thy son▪ Come hither Retro. Iem doois. Mercy sir, mercy. Apollo has accepted thy submission, and cut of the third year of thy punishment. Arise, and show thy face, Thy tongue may now run right, & speak as other's do. You may be a forward child. Thanks, O most forward thanks, for the restoring of my distorted limbs and tongue. Retiring Crabbe farewell. Welcome humane pace. But see thou hold'st the scholars even path, nor striding fast, nor wandering from the way. thanks sacred Priest I shall bring my wife joyful news. Now is Apollo's garden weeded quite, Composed in order, swept, and cleanly dight. Now may each tender plant, and goodly flower Grow up, and thee, by heavens assisting power. Praco, dissolve the Session. Oyez, Our sovereign Lord Apollo, having held and finished his Visitation, dischargeth all suitors, parties, and homagers from their attendance in this place; and licenseth all his subjects and servants, to depart to their sever all habitations. vincat Apollo. Regnet Apollo. It joys my heart, that we poor Muses, Now have redress of our abuses. Before alas I mourned and wept: But now I joy: our school is swept., Vincat Apollo, Regnet Apollo. RIght Worthy Burgomasters, gentle Dames, Accept (we pray) our hasty huddled games; Who thus employ our parts, our pains most gladly, In hope to please our Mother Town of Haly. And thus with this our homely shroving dish, A merry Shroutide to you all we wh. T●s late▪ methinks I spy some drowsy head, Whose yawning, nodding toll a peal to bed▪ If any such be here, we'll take them napping, And all to box their ears with loud hand-clapping.
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Nay, you must foot it thither, there lyes the maow of your punishment. O that I had Tom Coats euerlasting shooes! But ho which is the way to Lubberland? Has none of you bin Will yu goe with mee? will you in the frize coate? It is a fine Country. There are riuers of Mu kade, and bridges of Brawne, parkes of Ven ▪ son Pasties, paled about with puddings and sausages. Hy for our towne, hey for Lubberland. , I thinke thou dramest of Lubberland. Why d not yu psse on? Yon Noice, Apprentice. Here. I pay sir, saue me: I'le get my Mothe to end y. a couple of Capon. fre man, and thy follies come of simple , and are not depely rooted in thee, there is hope o thy . or three yeees thou shalt py but an houre in the weeke, and all thy schole frm the presence and dance of Phonus. Obseru and imitate his pamll diligenc: so shalt thou get the Muses loue, and ord Apollo fauur. Thankes, ▪ thankes to him, and thee for this your . Good your Woship, be good to my sonne, hi Mother will runne for gri. Thy sonn ▪ Come hither Retro. Iem doois. Mercy sir, mercy. Apollo ha accpted thy submission, and cu o the third yeer of thy punishment. Arie, and sew thy face, Thy tongue may now runne right, & speake as others doe. You may be a forward childe. Thankes, O most forward thankes, for the restoring of my distorted limbes and tongue. Retiring Crabbe farewell. Welcome humane pace. But see thou holdst the schollars euen path, nor stiding fst, nor wandrng from the way. I hankes sacred Priest I shall bring y wife ioyfull newes. Now is Apollos garden weeded quite, Compos'd in order, swept, and cleanly dight. Now may each tender plant, and goodly flowre Grow vp, and the, by heauens assisting power. Prco, dissolue the Session. Oyez, Our soueraigne Lord Apollo, hauing held and finished his Visitation, dischargeth all suiters, parties, and homagers from their attendance in this place; and licenseth all his subiects and seruants, to depat to their seuer all habitations. Uincat Apollo. Regnet Apollo. It ioyes my heart, that we poore Muss, Now haue redresse of our abuses. Before alas I mound and wept: But now I ioy: our schoole is swept., Vincat Apoo, Regnet Apollo. RIght Worthy Burgomasters, gentle Dames, Accept (we pray) our hasty huddled games; Who thus imploy our parts, ou paines most gldly, In hope to please our Mother Towne of Hay. And thus with this our homely shrouing dish, A merry Shroutide to you all we wh. Ts late▪ Me thinkes I spye some droie head, Whose yawning, nodding toles a peal to bed▪ If any such be here, wee'le take them npping, And all o boxe their eares with loud hand-clapping.