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 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
And Iuno, I with them, and they with me, In law and right, must needfully agree: I grant ye may agree, but be content To doubt upon regard of your agreement. And if ye marked, the man in his defence. Said thereof as a might with reverence. And did ye very well I promise ye. No doubt, sir, you could note it cunningly. Well, Iuno, if ye will appeal ye may, But first dispatch the shepherd hence away. Then Vulcan's dame is like to have the wrong. And that in passion doth to Mars belong. Call Venus and the shepherd in again. And rid the man that he may know his pain. His pain, his pain, his never dying pain, A cause to make to many more complain. shepherd, thou hast been hard with equity and law, And for thy stars do thee to other calling draw. We here dismiss thee hence, by order of our senate: Go take thy way to Troie, and there abide thy fate. Sweet shepherd, with such luck in love while thou dost live, As may the Queen of Love to any Lover give. My luck is loss howe'er my love do speed, I fear me Paris shall but rue his deed. From Ida woods now wends the shepherd's boy, That in his bosom carries fire to Troy. Venus, these Ladies do appeal yow see, And that they may appeal the gods agree, It resteth then that yow be well content To stand in this unto our final judgement: And if king Priam's son did well in this, The Law of heaven will not lead amiss. But, sacred Iupiter, might thy daughter choose, She might with reason this appeal refuse: Yet, if they be unmoved in their shames, be it a stain and blemish to their names: A deed to far unworthy of the place, Unworthy Pallas Lance, or Juno's mace: And, if to beauty it bequeathed be, I doubt not but it will return to me. Venus, there is no more ado than so, It resteth where the gods do it bestow. But, Ladies, under favour of your rage, howe'er it be, yow play upon the vantage. Then dames, that we more freely may debate, And here th'indifferent sentence of this senate, Withdraw yow from this presence for a space, Till we have thoroughly questioned of the cace: Dian shallbe your guide, nor shall yow need yourselves t' inquire how things do here succeed, we will, as we resolve give yow to know, By general doom, how every thing doth go. Thy will, my wish, fair Ladies, will ye wend? Beshrew her whom this sentence doth offend. Now Ioue be just, and gods you that be Venus' friends, If yow have ever done her wrong, then may yow make amends. Venus is fair, Pallas and Iuno toe. But tell me now without some more ado, Who is the fairest she, and do not flatter. Vulcan, upon comparison hangs all the matter: That done the quarrel and the strife were ended.
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And Iuno, I with them, and they with me, In lawe and right, must needefully agree: I graunt ye may agree, but be content To doubt vpon regarde of your agrement. And if yee markt, the man in his defence. Saide thereof as a might with reuerence. And did yee verie well I promise yee. No doubt, sir, you could note it cunninglie. Well, Iuno, if ye will appeale yee may, But first dispatch the sheepeherde hence away. Then Vulcans dame is like to haue the wronge. And that in passion doth to Mars belonge. Call Venus and the sheepeherde in againe. And rid the man that he may knowe his payne. His payne, his payne, his neuer dying payne, A cause to make to many moe complaine. Sheepeherd, thou hast ben harde with equitie and law, And for thy stars do thee to other calling drawe. We here dismisse thee hence, by order of our senate: Goe take thy way to Troie, and there abide thy fate. Sweete shepherde, with such luck in loue while thow dost liue, As may the Queene of Loue to any Louer giue. My lucke is losse howe ere my loue do speede, I feare me Paris shall but rue his deede. From Ida woods now wends the shepherds boye, That in his bosome caries fire to Troy. Venus, these Ladies do appeale yow see, And that they may appeale the gods agree, It resteth then that yow be well content To stande in this vnto our finall indgment: And if king Priams sonne did well in this, The Lawe of heauen will not leade amysse. But, sacred Iupiter, might thy daughter chuse, Shee might with reason this appeale refuse: Yet, if they bee vnmoued in their shames, Bee it a staine and blemysh to their names: A deede to far vnworthy of the place, Vnworthy Pallas Launce, or Iunoes mace: And, if to beauty it bequeathed be, I doubte not but it will returne to me. Venus, there is no more adoe then soe, It restethe where the gods doe it bestowe. But, Ladies, vnder fauour of your rage, How ere it be, yow play vppon the vauntage. Then dmes, that wee more freely may debate, And heere th'indifferent sentence of this senate, Withdrawe yow from this presence for a space, Till wee haue throughly questioned of the cac: Dian shalbe your guyde, nor shall yow neede Your selues t' enquire how things do heere succeede, Wee will▪ as wee resolue giue yow to knowe, By generall doome, how euery thinge doth goe. Thy will, my wish, faire Ladies, will yee wende? Beshrewe her whome this sentence doth offende. Now Ioue be iust, and gods you that bee Venus freindes, Yf yow haue ever donne her wronge, then may yow make amends. Venus is faire, Pallas and Iuno toe. But tell me now without some more adoe, Who is the fairest shee, and do not flatter. Vulcan, vppon comparison hanges all the matter: That donne the quarrell and the stryfe were ended.