Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Gramercy worthy prince, for all thy love And faithful trust thou dost in me repose, And if should hap, that I hope never shall, I promise yet to do what best behoves, But chiefly this I swear and make a vow, For Polynices' now our cruel foe, To hold the hest that thou dost me command. O Fierce and furious God, whose harmful heart, Rejoiceth most to shed the guiltless blood, Whose heady will doth all the world subvert, And doth envy the pleasant merry mood, Of our estate that erst in quiet stood, Why dost thou thus our harmless town annoy, Which mighty Bacchus governed in joy? Father of war and death, that dost remove With wrathful wreck from woeful mother's breast, The trusty pledges of their tender love, So grant the Gods, that for our final rest, Dame Venus' pleasant looks may please thee best, Whereby when thou shalt all amazed stand, The sword may fall out of thy trembling hand. And thou mayst prove some other way full well The bloody prowess of thy mighty spear, Wherewith thou raisest from the depth of hell, The wrathful sprites of all the furies there, Who when they wake, do wander everywhere, And never rest to range about the coasts, T'enrich that pit with spoil of damned ghosts. And when thou hast our fields forsaken thus, Let cruel discord bear thee company, Engirt with snakes and serpents venomous, Even she that can with red vermilion die The gladsome green that flourished pleasantly, And make the greedy ground a drinking cup, To suy the blood of murdered bodies up. Yet thou return O joy and pleasant peace, From whence thou didst against our will depart, Ne let thy worthy mind from travel cease, To chase disdain out of the poisoned heart, That raised war to all our pains and smart, Even from the breast of Oedipus his son, Whose swelling pride hath all this jar begun. And thou great God, that doth all things decree, And sit'st on high above the starry skies, Thou chiefest cause of causes all that be, Regard not his offence but hear our cries, And speedily redress our miseries, For what can we poor woeful wretches do But crave thy aid, and only cleave thereto? THou trusty guide of my so trustless steps dear daughter mine go we, lead thou the way, That since the day I first did lose this light Thou only art the light of these mine eyes: And for thou know'st I am both old & weak And ever longing after lovely rest, direct my steps amid the plainest paths, That so my feebled feet may feel lest pain. Meneceus thou gentle child, tell me, It is far hence, the place where we must go, Where as thy father for my coming stays? For like unto the slothful snail I draw, Dear son, with pain these aged legs of mine, And though my mind be quick, scarce can I move.
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Gramercie worthie prince, for all thy loue And faithfull trust thou doest in me repose, And if should hap, that I hope neuer shall, I promise yet to doe what best behoues, But chieflie this I sweare and make a vowe, For Pollinices nowe our cruell foe, To holde the hest that thou doest me commaunde. O Fierce and furious God, whose harmefull harte, Reioyceth most to shed the giltlesse blood, Whose headie wil doth all the world subuert, And doth enuie the pleasant mery moode, Of our estate that erst in quiet stoode, Why doest thou thus our harmelesse towne annoye, Which mightie Bacchus gouerned in ioye? Father of warre and death, that dost remoue With wrathfull wrecke from wofull mothers breast, The trustie pledges of their tender loue, So graunt the Gods, that for our finall rest, Dame Uenus pleasant lookes may please thée best, Wherby when thou shalt all amazed stand, The sword may fall out of thy trembling hand. And thou maist proue some other way full well The bloudie prowesse of thy mightie speare, Wherwith thou raisest from the depth of hell, The wrathfull sprites of all the furies there, Who when they wake, doe wander euery where, And neuer rest to rang aboute the coastes, T'enriche that pit with spoile of damned ghostes. And when thou hast our fieldes forsaken thus, Let cruell discorde beare thée companie, Engirt with snakes and serpents venemous, Euen she that can with red vermilion dye The gladsome gréene that florished pleasantly, And make the gréedie grounde a drinking cup, To suy the bloud of murdered bodyes vp. Yet thou returne O ioye and pleasant peace, From whence thou didst against our will departe, Ne let thy worthie minde from trauell cease, To chase disdaine out of the poysoned harte, That raised warre to all our paynes and smarte, Euen from the brest of Oedipus his sonne, Whose swelling pride hath all this iarre begonne. And thou great God, that doth all things decrée▪ And sitst on highe aboue the starrie skies, Thou chiefest cause of causes all that bee, Regard not his offence but heare our cries, And spedily redresse our miseries, For what can we poore wofull wretches doe But craue thy aide, and onely cleaue therto? THou trustie guide of my so trustlesse steppes Déer daughter mine go we, lead thou y• way, That since the day I first did léese this light Thou only art the light of thsee mine eyes: And for thou knowst I am both old & weake And euer longing after louely rest, Derect my steppes amyd the playnest pathes, That so my febled féete may féele lest paine. Meneceus thou gentle childe, tell me, It is farre hence, the place where we must goe, Where as thy father for my comming stayes? For like vnto the slouthfull snayle I drawe, Deare snne, with paine these aged legges of mine, And though my minde be quicke, scarce can I moue.