Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Sir they enter. You valiant and strong hearted Enemies You royal German foes, that this day come To blow that nearness out that flames between ye; Lay by your anger for an hour, and dovelike Before the holy Altars of your helpers (The all feared gods) bow down your stubborn bodies, Your ire is more than mortal; So your help be, And as the gods regard ye, fight with justice, I le leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye I part my wishes. Honour crown the worthiest. The glass is running now that cannot finish Till one of us expire: Think you but thus, That were there aught in me which strove to show Mine enemy in this business, were't one eyes Against another: Arm oppressed by Arm: I would destroy th'offender, Coz, I would Though parcel of myself: Then from this gather How I should tender you. I am in labour To push your name, your ancient love, our kindred Out of my memory; and i'th' self same place To seat something I would confound: So hoist we The sails, that must these vessel's port even where The heavenly Lymiter pleases. You speak well; Before I turn, Let me embrace thee Cozen This I shall never do again. One farewell. Why let it be so: Farewell Coz. Farewell Sir; Knights, Kinsmen, Lovers, yea my Sacrifices True worshippers of Mars, whose spirit in you Expels the seeds of fear, and th'apprehension Which still is farther off it, Go with me Before the god of our profession: There Require of him the hearts of Lions, and The breath of Tigers, yea the fierceness too, Yea the speed also, to go on, I mean: Else wish we to be Snails; you know my prize Must be dragged out of blood, force and great feat Must put my Garland on, where she sticks The Queen of Flowers: our intercession then Must be to him that makes the Camp, a Cestron Brymd with the blood of men: give me your aid And bend your spirits towards him. Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turned Green Nepture into purple. Comets prewarne, whose havoc in vast Field Vnearthed skulls proclaim, whose breath blows down, The teeming Ceres foyzon, who dost pluck With hand armenypotent from forth blue clouds, The masoned Turrets, that both mak'st, and break'st The stony girths of Cities: me thy pupil, Youngest follower of thy drum, instruct this day With military skill, that to thy laud I may advance my Streamer, and by thee, Be styled the Lord o'th' day, give me great Mars Some token of thy pleasure. O Great Corrector of enormous times; Shaker of ore-rank States, thou grand decider Of dusty, and old titles, that healst with blood The earth when it is sick, and cursed the world O'th' pleurisy of people; I do take Thy signs auspiciously, and in thy name To my design; march boldly, let us go.
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Sir they enter. You valiant and strong harted Enemies You royall German foes, that this day come To blow that nearenesse out that flames betweene ye; Lay by your anger for an houre, and dove-like Before the holy Altars of your helpers (The all feard gods) bow downe your stubborne bodies, Your ire is more than mortall; So your helpe be, And as the gods regard ye, fight with Iustice, I le leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye I part my wishes. Honour crowne the worthiest. The glasso is running now that cannot finish Till one of us expire: Thinke you but thus, That were there ought in me which strove to show Mine enemy in this businesse, wer't one eye Against another: Arme opprest by Arme: I would destroy th'offender, Coz, I would Though parcell of my selfe: Then from this gather How I should tender you. I am in labour To push your name, your auncient love, our kindred Out of my memory; and i'th selfe same place To seate something I would confound: So hoyst we The sayles, that must these vessells port even where The heavenly Lymiter pleases. You speake well; Before I turne, Let me embrace thee Cosen This I shall never doe agen. One farewell. Why let it be so: Farewell Coz. Farewell Sir; Knights, Kinsemen, Lovers, ye my Sacrifices True worshippers of Mars, whose spirit in you Expells the seedes of feare, and th'apprehension Which still is farther off it, Goe with me Before the god of our profession: There Require of him the heart of Lyons, and The breath of Tigers, yea the fearcenesse too, Yea the speed also, to goe on, I meane: Else wish we to be Snayles; you know my prize Must be drag'd out of , force and great feate Must put my Garland on, where she stickes The Queene of Flowers: our intercession then Must be to him that makes the Campe, a Cestron Brymd with the blood of men: give me your aide And bend your spirits towards him. Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turnd Greene Nepture into purple. Comets prewarne, whose havocke in vaste Feild Vnearthed skulls proclaime, whose breath blowes downe, The teeming Ceres foyzon, who dost plucke With hand armenypotent from forth blew clowdes, The asond Turrets, that both mak'st, and break'st The stony girthes of Citties: me thy puple, Yongest follower of thy Dro, this day With military skill, that to thy lawde I may advance my Streamer, and by thee, Be stil'd the Lord o'th day, give me great Mars Some token of thy pleasure. O Great Corrector of enormous times; Shaker of ore-rank States, thou grand decider Of dustie, and old tytles, that healst with blood The earth when it is sicke, and curst the world O'th pluresie of people; I doe take Thy signes auspiciously, and in thy name To my designe; march boldly, let us go.