Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Nay, I know my mother Was a Chamaeleon, for my father allowed her Nothing but air to feed on. RIses Aurora with a happy light On my Asotus? Beauteous Phryne, welcome: Although the dragon's tail may scandal thee, And Mars corrupt the Scorpion and the Ram; Yet the good Moon in angles and sixth signs Gives thee a good report. What means my dear? Thy dear, my beauteous Phryne, means the same With Hali, Baruch and Abobali, Caucaph, Toz, Archaphan, and Albuas, Gafar, with Asla, Hippocras, and Lencuo, With Ben, Benesaphan, and Albubetez. I fear you ha' studied the black art of late. Ah Girl! Th'— Almutes of the filial house Is not depressed, Venus is free, and Jove Not yet combust: the signs are watery signs, And Mercury beholds the trine aspect Unhindered in his influence. What of all this? We shall have babies plenty: I am grown Learned of late. Go Phryne, be in readiness, I long to tie the knot: at night we'll make A young Asotus. Health attend you, Sir. TYndarus living? here take this cloak away, Ballio: We have no use on't. The more sorrow's mine. How does my friend Asotus? You are welcome From the dead, Sir: I hope our friends in Elysium Are in good health. Ballio, I thank you heartily You had an honest and religious care To see us both well buried. I shall be hanged. Hymen, thou God of union, with smooth brow Accept our pious Orgies. Thou that tiest Hearts in a knot, and linkest in sacred chains The mutual souls of Lovers, may it please Thy Deity, to admit into the number Of thy chaste votaries this blessed pair. Mercy you Gods, the statue turns away. Why should this be? The reason is apparent: Evadne has been false, and the chaste deity Abhors the sacrifice of a sported soul. Go thou dissembler, mask thyself in modesty, Wear virtue for a veil, and paint false blushes On thy adulterate check. Though thou mayst cozen The eyes of man, and cheat the purblind world, Heaven has a piercing sight. Hymen, I thank thee; Thou stoppedst my foot stepping into the gulf. How near was I damnation! Gentle Hymen, What sin have I unwillingly committed To call heavens anger on me? If there be A secret guilt in these that hath offended Thy mighty godhead, wilt thou please to prove This other knot? The Statue turns again! What prodigies are these! Celestial powers, You tyrannize o'er man: and yet 'tis sin To ask you why you wrong us. Cunning Pamphilus, Though, like a snake, you couch yourself in flowers, The gods can find your lurking, and betray The spotted skin. Above this twenty years Have I attended on thy sacred Temple, Yet never saw thee so incensed, dread Hymen. To search the reason, will you please to proffer These to his godhead?
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Nay, I know my mother Was a Chamaeleon, for my father allowed her Nothing but aire to feed on. RIses Aurora with a happy light On my Asotus? Beauteous Phryne, welcome: Although the dragons tail may scandall thee, And Mars corrupt the Scorpion and the Ramme; Yet the good Moon in angles and sixt signes Gives thee a good report. What means my deare? Thy deare, my beauteous Phryne, means the same With Hali, Baruch and Abobali, Caucaph, Toz, Archaphan, and Albuas, Gafar, with Asla, Hippocras, and Lencuo, With Ben, Benesaphan, and Albubetez. I fear you ha' studied the black art of late. Ah Girle! Th'—Almutes of the filiall house Is not depress'd, Venus is free, and Jove Not yet combust: the signes are watry signes, And Mercury beholds the trine aspect Unhinder'd in his influence. What of all this? We shall have babies plenty: I am grown Learned of late. Go Phryne, be in readinesse, I long to tie the knot: at night we'le make A young Asotus. Health attend you, Sir. TYndarus living? here take this cloke away, Ballio: We have no use on't. The more sorrow's mine. How does my friend Asotus? You are welcome From the dead, Sir: I hope our friends in Elysium Are in good health. Ballio, I thank you heartily You had an honest and religious care To see us both well buried. I shall be hang'd. Hymen, thou God of union, with smooth brow Accept our pious Orgies. Thou that tiest Hearts in a knot, and link'st in sacred chains The mutuall souls of Lovers, may it please Thy Deitie, to admit into the number Of thy chaste votaries this blessed pair. Mercy you Gods, the statue turns away. Why should this be? The reason is apparent: Evadne has been false, and the chaste deitie Abhorres the sacrifice of a sported soul. Go thou dissembler, mask thy self in modesty, Weare vertue for a veil, and paint false blushes On thy adulterate check. Though thou mayst cozen The eyes of man, and cheat the purblinde world, Heaven has a piercing sight. Hymen, I thank thee; Thou stoppedst my foot stepping into the gulf. How neare was I damnation! Gentle Hymen, What sinne have I unwillingly committed To call heavens anger on me? If there be A secret guilt in these that hath offended Thy mighty godhead, wilt thou please to prove This other knot? The Statue turns again! What prodigies are these! Celestiall powers, You tyrannize o're man: and yot 'tis sinne To ask you why you wrong us. Cunning Pamphilus, Though, like a snake, you couch your self in flowers, The gods can finde your lurking, and betray The spotted skin. Above this twenty yeares Have I attended on thy sacred Temple, Yet never saw thee so incens'd, dread Hymen. To search the reason, will you please to proffer These to his godhead?