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 0.86 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
To kill thy love with thy disdain. Cruel disdain so live thou named. Cruel disdain etc. And let me die of Iphis pain. A life to good for thy disdain. sith this my stars to me allot, And thou thy love hast all forgot. And thou etc. Now shepherds, bury Colin's corpse, perfume his hearse with flowers, And write what justice Venus did amid these woods of yours. How now, how cheers my Lovely boy, after this dump of love. Such dumps, sweet Lady, as been these are deadly dumps to prove. Cease shepherd, these are other nues, after this melancholy. My mind presumes some tempest toward upon the speech of Mercurie Fair lady Venus, let me pardoned be That have of long been well-beloved of thee, If as my office bid my self first brings To my sweet Madam these unwelcome tidings. What news, what tidings, gentle Mercurie, In midst of my delights to trouble me. At Juno's suit, Pallas assisting her, Sith both did join in suit to Iupiter, Action is entered in the court of heaven, And me, the swiftest of the Planets seven, With warrant they have thence dispatched away, To apprehend and find the man, they say, That gave from them that selfsame ball of gold, Which I presume I do in place behold, Which man, unless my marks be taken wide, Is he that sits so near thy gracious wide. This being so, it rests he go from hence. Before the gods to answer his offence. What tale is this, doth Iuno and her mate Pursue this shepherd with such deadly hate. As what was then our general agreement, To stand unto they nil be now content. Let Iuno jet, and Pallas play her part, What here I have, I won it by desert: And heaven and earth shall both confounded be, Ere wrong in this be done to him or me. This little fruit, if Mercury can spell, Will send I fear a world of souls to hell. What mean these Cyclops, Mercurie, is vulcan waxed so fine, To send his chimnysweepers forth, to fetter any friend of mine. Abash not shepherd at the thing, myself thy bail willbe, He shallbe present at the court of Ioue I warrant thee. Venus, give me your pledge. my ceston, or my fan, or both. Nay this shall serve: your word to me as sure as is your oath, At Diana's bower, and Lady, if my wit or policy May profit him for Venus' sake, let him make bold with Mercury. Sweet Paris, whereon dost thou muse? The angry heavens for this fatal jar, Name me the instrument of dire and deadly war. Why nymph, what need ye run so fast? what though but black I be? I have more pretty knacks to please, than every eye doth see, And though I go not so upright, and though I am a smith, To make me gracious you may have some other thing therewith.
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To kill thy loue with thy disdaine. Cruell disdaine soe lie thow named. Cruell disdaine &c. And let me dye of Iphis paine. A life to good for thy disdaine. Sithe this my stars to me allot, And thow thy loue hast all forgot. And thou &c. Now shepherds, bury Colins corps, perfume his herce with flowers, And write what iustice Venus did amid these woods of yours. How now, how cheeres my Louely boy, after this dump of loue. Such dumpes, sweete Lady, as bin these are deadly dumpes to proue. Cease shepherde, these are other nues, after this melancholye. My minde presumes some tempest toward vpon the speache of Mercurie Faire lady Venus, let me pardoned bee That haue of longe bin wellbeloued of thee, Yf as my office bid selfe first brings To my sweee Maame these vnwellcome tydings. What nes, what tydings, gentle Mercurie, In mide of my delites to troble me. At Iunoes sute, Pallas assisting her, Sythe bothe did ioyne n sute to Iupiter, Action is entred in the court of heauen, And me, the swyfest of the Planets seauen, With warant they haue thence despatcht away, To apprehende and finde the man, they say, That gaue from them that selfesame ball of golde, Which I presume I do in place beeholde, Which man, vnles my markes bee taken wyde, Is hee that sytts so neere thy gracious yde. This beinge so, it rests e go from hence. Before the gods to answere his offence. What tale is this, dothe Iuno and her mate Pursue this shepherde with such deadly hate. As what was then our generall agrement, To stande vnto they nil be nowe content. Let Iuno iet, and Pallas play her parte, What heere I haue, I woonne it by deserte: And heauen and earthe shall bothe confounded bee, Ere wronge in this be donne to him or me. This litle fruite, yf Mercury can spell, Will sende I feare a world of soule▪ to hell. What meane these Ciclops, Mercurie, is vulcan waxt so ine, To sende his Chimyswepers forth, to fetter any frode of mine. Abashe not shepherd at the thinge, my selfe thy baile wilbe, He shalbe present at the courte of Ioue I warrant thee. Venus, gyue me your pledge▪ my Cestone, or my fan, or bothe. Nay this shall serue: your worde to mee as sure as is your othe, At Dianas bowre▪ and Lady, yf my witt or pollycie May profit him for Venus sake, let him make bolde with Mercury. Sweete Paris, whereon doest thow muse? The angrye heauens for this fatall iar, Name me the instrument of dire and deadly war. Why nymphe, what need ye run so fst? what though but black I be? I haue more preetie knackes to please, then euerie eye doth see▪ And though I goe not vpright, and though I am a , To make me gratious you may haue some other thinge therewith.