Aristippus
| dc.contributor | Warren, Murray Magdalen College, University of Oxford |
| dc.contributor.author | Randolph, Thomas, 1605-1635 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T15:55:27Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T15:55:27Z |
| dc.date.created | 1630 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0114 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0114 |
| dc.description.abstract | Mode of access: Online. OTA website |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 49 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Plays -- England -- 17th century |
| dc.title | Aristippus |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 50231 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1600-1699 |
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<A RANDOLPH><T ARISTIPPUS> <S PRAELUDIUM> Shewes hauing beene long intermitted, and forbidden by Authority for their abuses, could not be raysed but by coniuring. ((Enter Prologue in a Circle.)) <S PROLOGUE> Be not deceiu'd, I haue no bended knees, No supple tongue, nor speeches steep'd in Oyle, No Candied flattery, nor honied words, I come an armed Prologue arm'd with arts, Who by my sacred charmes and mystique skill, By virtue of this all-commanding Wand Stolne from the sleepy Mercury, will raise From black Abysse and sutty Hell, that mirth Which fits this learned round. Thou long-dead Show Breake from thy Marble prison, sleepe no more In myrie darknesse, henceforth I forbid thee To bath in Lethe's muddy waues, ascend As bright as morning from her Tithons bed, And red with kisses that haue stayn'd thy cheeke, Grow fresh againe: What? is my power contemned? Dost thou not heare my call whose power extends To blast the bosome of our mother Earth? To remoue heauens whole frame from o . . .
