Peele, George · published 1584 · first performed or written 1581 [c.1581-1584] (Annals) pastoral · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.80 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Sweet shepherd, for Oenone's sake be cunning in this song, And keep thy love, and love thy choice, or else thou dost her wrong. My vow is made and witnessed, the Poplar will not start, Nor shall the nymph Oenone's love from forth my breathing heart. I will go bring the one thy way, my flock are here behind, And I will have a lovers fee: they say, unkissed, unkind. But pray you tell me, Iuno, was it so, As Pallas told me here the tale of Echo. Shee was a nympe indeede, as Pallas ls, A walker, such as in these thickets dwell: And as she told what subtle juggling pranks She played with Iuno, so she told her thanks: A tattling trull to come at every call, And now forsooth nor tongue nor life at all. And though perhaps she was a help to Ioue, And held me chat, while he might court his love▪ Believe me, dames, I am of this opinion, He took but little pleasure in the minion. And whatsoe'er his scapes have been beside, Dare say for him a never strayed so wide: A lovely nutbrown lass, or lusty trull, Have power perhaps to make a god a bull. Gramercy gentle Iuno for that jest, i'faith that item was worth all the rest. No matter, Venus, howsoe'er you scorn, My father Ioue at that time wore the horn. Had every wanton god above, Venus, not better luck, Than heaven would be a pleasant park, & Mars a lusty buck. Tut Mars hath horns to butt withal although no bull a shows. A never needs to mask in nets, a fears no jealous froes. Forsooth the better is his turn, for if a speak to loud, Must find some shift to shadow him, a net, or else a cloud. No more of this, fair goddesses, unrip not so your shames, To stand all naked to the world, that been such heavenly dames. Nay, Pallas, that's a common trick with Venus well we know, And all the Gods in heaven have seen her naked, long ago. And then she was so faire and bright, and louelie and so tm, As Mars is but for Venus' tooth, and she will sport with him. And but me list not here to make comparison with Ioue, Mars is no ranger, Iuno, he in every open grove. too much of this: we wander far, the skies begin to scowl, Retire we to Diana's bower, the weather will be foul. Pallas, the storm is past and gone, and Phoebus clears the skies, And lo, behold a ball of gold, a fair and worthy prize. This posy wills, the apple to the fairest given be, Then is it mine: for Venus height the fairest of the three. The fairest here as fair is meant, am I, ye do me wrong: And if the fairest have it must, to me it doth belong
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Swete she epeherd, for Oenones be cunning in this songe▪ And kepe thy loue, and loue thy choice, or else thou doest her wrong. My vowe is made and witnessed, the Poplar will not starte, Nor shall the nymphe Oenones loue from forth my breathing hart. I will goe bing the one thy way, my flocke are here behinde, And I will haue a loues fee: they saie, vnkist, vnkinde. But pray you tell me, Iuno, was it so, As Pallas tolde me here the tale of Ecch. Shee was a nympe indeede, as Pallas ls, A walker, such as in these thickets dwell: And as shee tolde what subtill iugling prankes Shee playde with Iuno, so she tolde her thanke: A tatling trul to come at euerie call, And now foresooth nor tongue nor life at all. And though perhaps shee was a helpe to Ioue, And held me chat, while he might court his loue▪ Beleeue me, dames, I am of this opinion, He tooke but little pleasure in the minion. And what so ere his scapes haue bene beside, Dare saie for him a neuer strayed so wyde: A louely nutbrowne lasse, or lustie trul, Haue power perhaps to make a god a bull. Gramercie gentle Iuno for that iest, I faith that item was worth all the rest. No matter, Venus, how so ere you skorne, My father Ioue at that time wae the horne. Had euerie wanton god aboue, Venus, not better lucke, Then heauen would be a pleasaunt parcke, & Mars a lustie bucke. Tut Mars hath hornes to butte withall although no bull a showes. A neuer needes to maske in nets, a feares no iellous froes. Forsooth the better is his turne, for if a speake to loude, Must finde some shifte to shadowe him, a net, or else a cloude. No more of this, fayre goddesses, vnrip not so your shames, To stand all naked to the world, that bene such heauenly dames. Nay, Pallas, that's a common tricke with Venus well we knowe, And all the Gods in heauen haue seene her naked, long agoe. And then she was so faire and bright, and louelie and so tm, As Mars is but for Venus tooth, and shee will sporte with him. And but me list not here to make comparison with Ioue, Mars is no raunger, Iuno, he in euerie open groue. To much of this: we wander farre, the skies begine to skowle, Retire we to Dianas bowre, the weather will be oule. Pallas, the storme is past and gon, and Phoebus cleares the skies, And loe, beholde a ball of golde, a faire and worthie prize. This posie wils, the apple to the fayrest giuen be, Then is it mine: for Venus hight the fayrest of the three. The fayrest here as fayre is ment, am I, ye do me wronge: And if the fyest haue it must, to me it doth belong