Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Nay, but dear Cousin, give not the reins too much To new received joys, lest that they run With so much speed, that they out-Breath themselves; Your Father is come home; but being come Should now some wilful afterclap of fate (Which Omen Ioue forbid should come to pass) But take him hence again, and cross your joy: Each spark of gladness which you now conceive, Would turn a flame, for grief still on extreme Altering his course, turns to the diverse theme. Tush Pylades, talk not of what may be, we may, indeed i'th' clearest afternoon Expect a storm. Yes, and such storms oft come, And wet shrewd too, before we get at home. O, but I'll be above all fatal power; I that have such a Father new come home, I that have such a friend, such too rare gifts, Who gave me these gifts, thought no scowling frown Of angry fortune e'er should throw me down: Call them not gifts Orestes, theyare but lent, Mere lendings friend, and lendings we must pay, whene'er the owner shall appoint his day. True, Pylades, but owners use to warn Their debtors when they must bring in their sums, But heavens tell me with favouring aspects, I still must keep their lendings, and possess, With fro like joy, all their happiness. Trust not the heavens too much, although they smile, Good looks do mortal hearts too oft beguile: The heavens are usurers; and as oft 'tis seen A full pouched churl give a most fair good Even To his poor Creditor: who trusting that Hath slacked his payment: on the morrow next He hath been rooted out by the tusky boar, Which gave thee fair good Even the day before: The heavens can do thus too— Tush: mortals must Lean on the sacred Heaven with greater trust; But it grows far in night, come let us in Tomorrow shall our joys afresh begin. Night, now only spread thy sable wings Over this climate, gather all thy fogs That they may meet, and make thy face more black; Let horrid murder take thee by the hand And come along: I have a prodigy Equal to all the murders, all the blood That hath been shed in all Troy's ten years' siege So, snore returned King; good Morpheus hang Thy leaden weights upon his drowsy eyes Let him not wake till he shall see himself, Drenched in a sea of his vermilion gore: Thou dost no Trojan, now no Hector fear, But yet I'll show thee a new Hector here. See, I'll turn man too now, and to the hate Which women bear, I'll add a manly strength, My mind does tremble, what I mean to do Breath forth your vapours, O ye stygian powers, And listen to hateful woman's prayers. Pluto stand by me, for to aid my hand, I may strike home now, and perform an act May make Medea blush, she thought not of: Could the old dry boned dotard ever dream, Now he had drawn forth all his strength abroad, He could be welcome to lie bedrid here And supple his numb joints in my fresh arms?
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Nay, but deare Cousin, giue not the reines too much To new receiued ioyes, lest that they runne With so much speed, that they out-Breath themselues; Your Father is come home; but being come Should now some wilfull afterclap of fate (Which Omen Ioue forbid should come to passe) But take him hence againe, and crosse your ioy: Each sparke of gladnesse which you now conceiue, Would turne a flame, for griefe still on extreme Altring his course, turnes to the diuers theame. Tush Pylades, talke not of what may be, Wee may, indeed i'th' clearest afternoone Expect a storme. Yes, and such stormes oft come, And wet shrewd too, before we get at home. O, but I'll be above all fatall power; I that have such a Father new come home, I that have such a friend, such too rare gifts, Who gave mee these gifts, thought no scowling frowne Of angry fortune e'r should throw mee downe: Call them not gifts Orestes, th'are but lent, Meere lendings friend, and lendings we must pay, When e'r the owner shall appoint his day. True, Pylades, but owners vse to warne Their debters when they must bring in their summes, But heauens tell mee with fauouring aspects, I still must keepe their lendings, and possesse, With fro like ioy, all their happinesse. Trust not the heavens too much, although they smile, Good looks doe mortall hearts too oft beguile: The heauens are vsurers; and as oft 'tis seen A full poucht churle giue a most faire good Euen To his poore Creditor: who trusting that Hath slackt his payment: on the morrow next He hath beene rooted out by the tusky boare, Which gaue thee faire good Euen the day before: The heauens can doe thus too — Tush: mortalls must Leane on the sacred Heauen with greater trust; But it growes farre in night, come let vs in To morrow shall our ioyes a fresh begin. Night, now onely spred thy sable wings Ouer this climate, gather all thy fogs That they may meet, and make thy face more blacke; Let horrid murder take thee by the hand And come along: I haue a prodigie Equall to all the murders, all the blood That hath been shed in all Troyes ten yeeres seige So, snore returned King; good Morpheus hang Thy leaden weights vpon his drowsie eyes Let him not wake till he shall see himselfe, Drencht in a sea of his vermilian goare: Thou doest no Troian, now no Hector feare, But yet I'll shew thee a new Hector here. See, I'll turne man too now, and to the hate Which women beare, I'll adde a manly strength, My minde does tremble, what I meane to doe Breath forth your vapors, O ye stygian powers, And listen to hatefull womans prayers. Pluto stand by me, for to aide my hand▪ I may strike home now, and performe an act May make Medea blush, she thought not of▪ Could the old dry bon'd dotard euer dreame, Now he had drawn forth all his strength abroad, He could be welcome to lye bedred here And supple his numbe ioynts in my fresh armes?