Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
And to thy memory high Statues build, 'Bout which our Noblest virgins once a year Shall dance in Circles, and sing, until they make The Marble move, like to those loose Quarries; Which o'erheard Orpheus and his Harp. Or if These cannot inspire heroic fury, Yet argue thus; you knew his Bed, but by Mistake; which was our guilt, not yours; and for Our country's benefit contrived. But he Defiled your sheets in the salt pride of lust. Horror! this would incense the temperate Dove; Turn all his moisture into gall; teach him To wear spurs on his heels, and make him fierce In Duel, as a British Cock. Fire! fire! and warm blood! Follow, follow him, my dear Sovereign! Add new heat unto his rage. And d'ye hear! Since he is poisoned, 'twere most fit, some learned Physician, did endeavour to secure His health. I heard him say, he is already furnished With a powerful medicine. Should you now forget your Royal promise, I lose all my industrious merit, And remain a sacrifice to love. Dost thou grow jealous? Valdaura now is severed from her Soul: And Paradine is abler in delights Of Youth, more moist and amorous than I. Away fool! I seal thy safety with my lip. Thus nurses hush their froward babes asleep. Shortly she'll present me with a coral-club, A Whistle strung with Bells. These female Arts Can ne'er my dark authentic practice cheat. Paradine must die! So I still secure My hopes. When that sad hour arrives, Wherein the poisonous draught must work, No charmed medicine can resist its strength. I hug my Genius! 'T was a subtle reach, To tell him, that the King hath horned his brow: For that will more incense his wrath, and aggravate The queen's revenge. The weight I bear, doth make My motion slow: slow as the Snail I tread, Who travails with his tenement on 's head. The King has paid him all 's arrears. 'T was by Thesina's suit to Hermegild: The Snake has cast his skin too now. ay, Sir, 'tis a poor Snake that cannot cast, His skin once in a Summer. 'Slight, here's Grimold! Didst not thou say he was dead? But I have heard since, his ghost walks. Look! 't has found the hidden treasure then, which Made it walk; for the Ghost hath bought itself New clothes. Nay, nay, stay, Gentlemen! Let us forget Old quarrels, then end our new acquaintance. We are for the Country now. I'll but tell ye A few of your faults, and leave th' amendment To your own leisures: but you all think You're wiser than I. We should abuse our judgements else. Mark! This is a new Court-thrift: when you are Loath to maintain flatterers, you publish yourselves with your own praise. Lay your fingers Here— Not a word, lest I return ye a blow. I know ye cannot speak without a compliment. They use it in their prayers, they. Cunymond, in one single compliment So much wasted his Lungs, that I was fain To call for Aqua vita to recover His breath.
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And to thy memory high Statues build, 'Bout which our Nobleſt virgins once a yeere Shall dance in Circles, and ſing, vntill they make The Marble mooue, like to thoſe looſe Quarries; Which ore-heard Orpheus and his Harp. Or if Theſe cannot inſpire heroique fury, Yet argue thus; you knew his Bed, but by Miſtake; which was our guilt, not yours; and for Our Countries benefit contriu'd. But he Defil'd your ſheets in the ſalt pride of luſt. Horror! this would incenſe the temperate Doue; Turne all his moyſture into gall; teach him To weare ſpurres on his heeles, and make him fierce In Duell, as a Britiſh Cocke. Fier! fier! and warme blood! Follow, follow him, my deare Soueraigne! Adde new heate vnto his rage. And d'ye heare! Since he is poyſon'd, 'twere moſt fit, ſome learn'd Phyſicion, did indeuour to ſecure His health. I heard him ſay, he is already furniſh'd With a powerfull med'cine. Should you now forget your Royall promiſe, I loſe all my induſtrious merit, And remaine a ſacrifice to loue. Doſt thou grow iealous? Valdaura now is ſeuer'd from her Soule: And Paradine is abler in delights Of Youth, more moyſt and amorous then I. Away foole! I ſeale thy ſafety with my lip. Thus Nurces huſh their froward babes aſleep. Shortly ſhe'le preſent me with a Corall-club, A Whiſtle ſtrung with Bells. Theſe femall Arts Can ne'r my darke authenticke practice cheate. Paradine muſt die! So I ſtill ſecure My hopes. VVhen that ſad houre arriues, Wherein the poyſonous draught muſt worke, No charmed med'cine can reſiſt its ſtrength. I hugge my Genius! 'T was a ſubtill reach, To tell him, that the King hath horn'd his brow: For that will more incenſe his wrath, and aggrauate The Queenes reuenge. The weight I beare, doth make My motion ſlow: ſlow as the Snaile I tread, Who trauailes with his tenement on 's head. The King has pay'd him all 's arreres. 'T was by Theſina's ſute to Hermegild: The Snake has caſt his skin too now. I, Sir, 'tis a poore Snake that cannot caſt, His skin once in a Summer. 'Slight, here's Grimold! Didſt not thou ſay he was dead? But I haue heard ſince, his ghoſt walks. Look! 't has found the hiddē treaſure then, which Made it walke; for the Ghoſt hath bought it ſelfe New clothes. Nay, nay, ſtay, Gentlemen! Let vs forget Old quarrels, then end our new acquaintance. We are for the Countrey now. Ile but tell ye A few of your faults, and leaue th' amendment To your owne leaſures: but you all thinke Y'are wiſer then I. VVe ſhould abuſe our iudgements elſe. Mark! This is a new Court-thrift: when you are Loth to maintaine flatterers, you publiſh Your ſelues with your owne prayſe. Lay your fingers Here—Not a word, leſt I returne ye a blow. I know ye cannot ſpeake without a complement. They vſe it in their prayers, they. Cunymond, in one ſingle complement So much waſted his Lungs, that I was faine To call for Aqua vita to recouer His breath.