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Apollo shrouing composed for the schollars of the free-schoole of Hadleigh in Suffolke. And acted by them on Shrouetuesday, being the sixt of February, 1626.
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Hawkins, William, d. 1637.
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STC 12963; ESTC S106116
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excellent Master he will make my childe be called the sonne of Mars and Bellona Hee deserues more stipend then I allow him for thee Why sonne Gingle this will be an action not onely of valour but of honour and duty to me Ging. If I thus venture my selfe in duty to you I pray you forget not your duty to me You know my Father 's a man of great worth and lands and I am his heire apparant I pray you in good company call not mee plaine sonne Gingle or sonne Iohn or so but Master Iohn or Master Gingle my sonne or so Others will doe mee the more honour for it Ind. True my honourable childe Master Iohn Gingle or so If thou bee'st vs'd with such respect by mee how great honour will others yeeld mee that bare thee But sonne I doubt if the horses be tall thou canst not haue them by the eares with thy ponyard Thou shal haue thy Fathers long guilt Rapier That will reach them vnlesse they flye as high as Pegasus Ging. O for that Rapier If I had it the Captaine would teach me in one day and a halfe how to weare it how high the pummell must sit aboue the chape and how to winde it about when I salute Ind. I preethy sweet sonne let me see thee once act the fine gestures which the Captaine hath taught you You doe them by your selfe alone in the chamber and the doore shut to you I look't in yesterday at the key-hole and me thought it did me good to see thee repeat some of them in the presence of a Candlestick and Bed-staffe that were set vpon the table Ging. Are you â—uis'd of that Mother That is a secret which the Captaine tells mee that I must shew my feates to none till I am well practised And another secret better then that is in my priuate practising to set vp imagined spectators for the whetting of my care and diligence And therefore sometime I set vpon my table a full auditory of Cushion Candlestick slipper Bellowes and Chamberpot Ind. See my sonne Master Gingle see what wrong you doe me then You will not allow mee that fauour which you doe to your Bellowes and that which is below Bellowes Ging. As I am a Gentleman Mother I cannot doe withall as yet You know when you put me to this mighty Master you charged mee vpon your blessing to obey him and follow his instructions rather then the precepts of Musaeus or Apollo himselfe But by the next moneth I thinke the Captaine will giue mee leaue to repeate my postures before you I will doe your Mothership the fauour to bee in the first forme of my Spectators Ind. Next moneth I cannot tarry till next day Hold heer 's a crowne carry to him for his fauour to make me a spectator without delay It may be in your repeating I shall teach you some gestures that the Captaine thinkes not of Ging. But Mother I hope you will not faile my Master Captaine You will be a suiter to Apollo for him that he may continue his schoole of fine feats here neare our doore Ind. Why childe to that end haue I called to haue my Coach made ready Apollos great hall is almost a flight shot off on the top of Parnassus I cannot get vp thither without my four foure-footed prancers Iugge bid my Coachman lay the Coach bed backward for we are to climbe the hill But I must in to dresse mee better and set my face in Court fashion Exeunt Actus tertius Scena secunda Complement and Implement his page Imp. VAlerous sir I pray you cleare your brow What cloud of discontent enuelops your heroick soule Comp. I tell thee 〈◊〉 I am dulorosâ— I am fumbled and fuddled and stuâ— with two hornes griefe anger Imp. Hath Sâ—â—ned on you Comp. Now bâ—y I haue her loue and shall Imp. Well you may you pay deare for it I hope Sir you are not angry with mee sir your diligent Implement Comp. With thee Thou shrubbe thou scrubbe Thou art below my wrath The thunderbolt of my indignation where it bolteth forth Imp. My Masters bolt is soone shot Comp. Bestuds the tallest oakes it strikes not at such dazies as thou art dandiprat Imp. But Master if you 'le giue me leaue I dare aske who dares make your choller boyle Comp. Sir boy I 'me angry with my selfe and with a certaine Knight errant Imp. Errant An errant asse he is that angers you I 'le lay my cap against my dinner that 's oddes against a cheese paring some Knight has taken the wall of you and has challenged you into the field And now mee thinke your anger makes you tremble Comp. Imp. learne this of me no feare but anger makes men of valour tremble For anger is the whetstone of fortitude as sometime said Sir Harry Tottle my fellow Knight and Philosopher Imp. Woe to that Knight which coniur'd vp that spright Your angry spirit will not be coniur'd downe without blood shed The reason is my Master loues blacke puddings well But I pray you Master what knight I 'le be your second My keene weapon feedes on bloodshed But I shall haue the worst in this bloody combat For nothing but the pudding skinnes and knotted threeds will fall to my share Comp. Didst thou marke euen now when Sir Orgolio came to me desirous to be intoll'd my schollar Imp. I remember you went aside but I could not perceiue so much as an angry looke betweene you Comp. No He was well pleased but little to my case The truth is for fashions sake I had him to dinner against to morrow at my lodging And he Imp. Hee s inioyned penance by it Comp. And he like an vnnurtur'd swayne Imp. Would haue you dine with him Comp. NO No Imp The swaine accepted my proffer Was I so kinde and generous to inuite him and he be so vnkinde as to come Imp. Indeed that 's plaine Country fashion vnfit for vs Comp. I tell thee Imp I hate him for it and if he come I 'le sauce him for it He shall dineâ—s last I 'le temper the sallad with my owne hands Imp. So you had need for we haue no Coâ—ke to doe it My Master and I are all the officers i' th house But Master is it so hatefull and deadly to accept a dinner at another mans table How are you then aliue Me thinkes the Lords and Knights should haue poysoned you long since Comp. Thou hast a pestilent crosse witted brain I thinke thy conceits doe caper the crosse point within thy pericranion But see how farre thy reach comes short of mine Imp. I me saine to reach farâ—e sometime else I may starue Comp. Such young cubs as thou though wily yet cannot extinguish I extinguish tâ—us vpon the point A man may be said to eate anothers meate vpon inuitation or sans inuitation Which the vulgar call not inuited I walke the second way I will not be inuited My worth my gentle faculty My braue profession They are the Orators
Apollo and his darlings nine Lala. Well I see now it will bee English It shall goe hard but I 'le get a part amongst them I 'le into the tyreing house and scamble and rangle for a mans part Why should not women act men as well as boyes act women I will weare the breeches so I will Exit Actus primus Scena secunda Philoponus solus Phil. NO Court of King no Pallace stately rich Though proud of marble feet guilded head Can outbid these for true and sweet content Let others grouell and imbrace the earth The earth the whole worlds basest sediment Let them there digge their mothers bowels out And thence take gold the earths worst excrement Let muddy mindes board vp and hugge and hide And sit vpon the egges of auarice Thence hatching vipers of their stinging cares Let others sell their liues away in sport Or play the Parasites in fickle Court Let others swell with greatnesse burst with pride And others luske and snort in lazy sleepe Or drench and soake themselues in Bacchus sudds Or wallow in the mire of pleasures lewd These seats these bowers are to Philoponus True pleasure riches honour kingdome rest But now faire Phoebus with his rising raies Strikes on his owne bright Temples battlements The watchword for the daily sacrifice The sunnes first heate that warmes this temples top Cals for the Altar to be warme below Now now Musaeus his obseruant Priest With other seruiters bestirre them quicke To feed that neuer-ceasing sacred fire My part must be in that deuotion To take from thence a blessing for the day Our actions hence haue their prosperity By timely worshipping the deity Actus primus Scena tertia Amphibius solus Amph. VVHat is he gone I so He keepes out wonted time and now is well imployed in doing sacred homage to Apollo There layes he the foundation of his studious diligence There sore he misses me and sayes vnto himselfe Where is my Amphibius Why keepes he not his accuostomed houre What shall I after Philoponus into the temple 'T is with the latest now And to confesse the truth alas I dare not there appeare to present my selfe before Apollos Altar Nor haue I now the boldnesse to looke my deare Philoponus in the face His setled countenance and graue gesture giue a cheeke vnto my leuity His very silence reades vnto mee a lecture of reprehension My passions so deepe inthrald another way bid mee now rather to withdraw from such society and hide my selfe in shades and groues and solitude Alas Amphibius though hauing tide himselfe to the mast of safety by the bonds of temperance yet breaketh loose and leapes into the sea of danger Alas hee cannot hold This Sirens song is so attractiue I yeeld I come And yet how can I shall I runne away from the worthy trade whereto I am bound apprentise My name is inrold in Apollos register and shall I rase it out and be reckoned among the fugitiues and renegados Not so And yet and yet it will be so O how my very booke seemes now a burthen vnto me and that which heretofore did eleuate my soule and giue it wings to flye aloft sweet contemplation of nature and of arts that now alas layes on me the heauy load of vpbraiding I flye I flye I hast into the by waies of these thickest groues What darke some caue will giue me shelter and hide me from the light of mortall eyes and of the immortall eye of this world the all-vuiewing Phoebus Exit in lucum Actus primus Scena quarta Philoponus solus Phil. ANd now me thinkes my spirits lighter are My soule more cleare my wits more actiue far Since I receiu'd from graue Musaeus hand Apollos benediction for this day But where is my Amphibius hee promised to ouertake me at this morning sacrifice I hasted not I did protract till Phoebus whose swift Chariot no hand can stay by his visible messenger call'd for our common duty and deuotion What will he thus leaue me alone And yet euen thus alone I am not Nunquam minus solus quam cum solus My bookes and meditations are my companions that neuer faile me With me they walke and talke with them I rest at home and other while when I trauell abroad and conuerse with contemplation how short and easie are the wayes yea and how safe too I can feare no the eues the Muses are my guard And in very truth what can the eues rob me of My purse is light and so my heart My true riches treasured vp in the cabinet of this breast no lurching hand by stealth no robbing rouer by force can seise vpon My Father hath no land to leaue me I thinke his meane estate is the better meanes of my happinesse This education which he affoords me I take for a more goodly and durable inheritance then if he could haue left mee thousands of stockes and acres without any bringing vp in qualitie other then the gentle vanities of the times I enuy not our spruce gallant Gingle that now forsooth scornes to be our schoole-fellow any longer Our sable robe is too homely for such gaudy butterflies But ho Philoponus whither dost thou range These flyes not worth the gazing on would seduce me out of my way Away ye flutering mothes that fain would eate holes in the Muses robes Come wise Philosophers come soule-plying Orators Nay to you I come ye are my home the true centre whereon my circling thoughts doe rest O mellifluous Tully O streaming ouerflowing Ouid O Maiestique Virgil Graue Quintillian Sententious Isocrates Vertuous Seneca Plentifull Plutarch Profound Aristotle Diuine Plato My solace my guides my instructers O how your words distill into my thirsting soule like to immortalizing Nectar Where left we last sweet numbersome Isocrates O here where thy lampe burneth bright {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Isocrat ad Demonic This rule he deliuers Thinke not to walke vnseene when thou goest about any wickednesse For though no man ouerspye thee thine owne conscience keepes watch ouer thee O the diuine power of vnbred conscience Sutable to this is that of Seneca Quid prodest non habere conscium habenti conscientiam When Amphibius and I discoursed on this point at our priuate reading of Seneca I remember how affectionately he would take the booke into his bosome and hugge it and protest that this one sentence is able to make vs honest men I will seeke him out that we may mutually kindle the sparkes of conscience in our breasts Exit Actus primus Scena quinta Lawriger Drudo Praeco Lau. COme away come away Now cleerely shines our shrouing day Now are we fresher then in May Come come away our worke is play Drud. Apollos solemne shrouing feast Inuiteth all from cast to west Come away come make no slay No Muses friend can say vs nay Laur. Apollos yeerely visitation You know begins with Proclamation Come mouthing Praeco cleare thy threate And chant the law in twanging note Preco. O yez Dru.