Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
The gods are pleased, great King, and we Return thy golden wreath to thee, More sacred by our holy fume; None to the Altar yet presume. Now shoot your voices up to Jove, To Mars and all the Powers above. Come away, Oh come away And trembling trembling pay Your pious vows to Mars and Jove. While we do sing, Gums of precious odours bring, And light them with your love. As your holy fires do rise, Make Jove to wonder What new flame Thither came To wait upon his thunder. Archimagus, Conallus; see my children, The statue moves. Approach it not too near. It is prodigious. With devotion, Expect what follows, and keep reverent distance; I am all wonder. King Leogarius, Jove doth accept thy vows, and pious offerings, And will shower blessings on thee; and this kingdom, If thou preserve this holy flame burns in thee. But take heed, thou decline not thy obedience, Which thou shalt best declare by thy just anger Against that christian straggler Patrick, whose Blood must be sacrificed to us, or you Must fall in your remiss and cold religion. When you are merciful to our despisers, You pull our wrath upon you, and this Island. My duty is performed, and I return To my first stone, a cold and silent statue. What cannot all commanding Jove? 'tis now That artificial tongueless thing it was, how are you bound to honour Jupiter? That with this strange and public testimony Accepts your zeal. Pursue what you intended, And meet this enemy to the gods, that now Expects your entertainment. I obey. Come my Queen, and daughters. I attend you Sir. Is not the Queen a lovely creature Sir? Why how now Rodamant, what passion's this? Oh that I durst unbutton my mind to her. Your Princely daughters pray they may have leave To offer in their gratitude to the gods One other prayer, and they will follow Sir. They are my pious daughters, come Conallus. They are gone, uncloud. Oh my dear Mistress, is not the King mocked rarely? My most loved Endarius! Have I not done't my Charge? Most quaintly. Welcome To thy Fedella. Hum. how's this? more scapes of Jupiter? they have sound their neither parts; the gods are become fine mortal gentlemen, here's precious juggling, if I durst talk on't. Not a syllable, as you desire not to be torn in pieces sir. Gods quotha, I held a candle before the devil. To the door and watch. So I must keep the door too, here's like to be holy doings. We owe Archimagus for more than life For your loves, without which, life is a curse. The music prompts you to a dance. I'th' temple. 'T is most secure, none dare betray you here. We must away. My life is going from me. Farewell. The King expects, now kiss and part. When next we meet, pray give me back my heart.
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The gods are pleas'd, great King, and we Return thy golden wreath to thee, More sacred by our holy fume; None to the Altar yet presume▪ Now shoot your voices up to Jove, To Mars and all the Powers above. Come away, Oh come away And trembling trembling pay Your pious vowes to Mars and Jove. While we do sing, Gummes of precious odours bring, And light them with your love. As your holy fires do rise, Make Jove to wonder What new flame Thither came To wait upon his thunder. Archimagus, Conallus; see my children, The statue moves. Approach it not too neere. It is prodigious. With devotion, Expect what followes, and keep reverent distance; I am all wonder. King Leogarius, Jove doth accept thy vowes, and pious offerings, And will showre blessings on thee; and this kingdome, If thou preserve this holy flame burnes in thee. But take heed, thou decline not thy obedience, Which thou shalt best declare by thy just anger Against that christian stragler Patricke, whose Bloud must be sacrific'd to us, or you Must fall in your remisse and cold religion. When you are mercifull to our despisers, You pull our wrath upon you, and this Iland. My duty is perform'd, and I return To my first stone, a cold and silent statue. What cannot all commanding Jove? 'tis now That artificiall tonguelesse thing it was, ow are you bound to honour Jupiter? hat with this strange and publike testimony Accepts your zeale. Pursue what you intended, And meet this enemy to the gods, that now Expects your entertainment. I obey. Come my Queene, and daughters. I attend you Sir. Is not the Queene a lovely creature Sir? Why how now Rodamant, what passion's this? Oh that I durst unbutton my minde to her. Your Princely daughters pray they may have leave To offer in their gratitude to the gods One other prayer, and they will follow Sir. They are my pious daughters, come Conallus. They are gone, uncloud. Oh my deere Mistresse, is not the King mock'd rarely? My most lov'd Endarius! Have I not don't my Charge? Most quaintly. Welcome To thy Fedella. Hum, how's this? more scapes of Jupiter? they have sound their neither parts; the gods are become fine mortal gentlemen, here's precious jugling, if I durst talke on't. Not a sillable, as you desire not to be torne in pieces sir. Gods quoth'a, I held a candle before the devill. To the doore and watch. So I must keep the doore too, here's like to be holy doings▪ We owe Archimagus for more then life For your loves, without which, life is a curse. The musicke prompts you to a dance. I'th temple. 'T is most secure, none dare betray you here. We must away. My life is going from me. Farewell. The King expects, now kisse and part. When next we meet, pray give me back my heart.