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 unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Because 'tis known, the quarrel is pretended. Mars. you have reason for your speech perdie: My dame (I trow) is fairest in your eye. Or (Vulcan) I should do her double wrong. About a toy we tarry here so long. give it by voices, voices give the odds: A trifle so to to trouble all the gods. Believe me, Saturn, be it so for me. For me. Pluto. for me Mars. for me, if Ioue agree. And gentle gods, I am indifferent: But then I know whose's likely to be shent. Thrice reverend gods, and thou immortal Ioue. If Phoebus may, as him doth much behove, Be licenced, according to our Laws, To speak uprightly in this doubted cause, (Sith women's wits work men's unceasing woes) To make them friends, that now been friendless foes, And peace to keep with them, with us, and all That make their title to this golden ball: (Nor think ye gods my speech doth derogate From sacred power of this immortal senate,) Refer this sentence where it doth belong, In this say I fair Phoebe hath the wrong. Not that (I mean) her beauty bears the prize: But that the holly Law of heaven denies, One god to meddle in another's power. And this befell so near Diana's bower, As for th'appeasing this unpleasant grudge, (In my conceit) she height the fittest judge. If Ioue control not Pluto's hell with charms, If Mars have sovereign power to manage arms: If Bacchus bear no rule in Neptune sea Nor Vulcan's fire doth Saturn's sith obey: Suppress not then, 'gainst law and equity, Diana's power in her own territory: Whose regiment, amid her sacred bowers, As proper height as any rule of yours. Well may we so wipe all the speech away, That Pallas, Iuno, Venus hath to say, And answer that by justice of our laws, We were not suffered to conclude the cause. And this to me most equal doom appears, A woman to be judge among her feres. Apollo hath found out the only mean, To rid the blame from us and trouble clean. We are beholding to his sacred wit. I can commend and well allow of it. And so derive the matter from us all, That Dian have the giving of the ball. So Ioue may clearly excuse him in the case, Where Iuno else would chide and brawl apace. And now, it were some cunning to divine, To whom Diana will this prize resign. sufficeth me, it shall be none of mine. Vulcan, though thou be black, thart nothing fine. Go bathe thee, Bacchus, in a tub of wine, The balls as likely to be mine as thine. Lo, Ladies, far beyond my hope and will, you see, This thankless office is imposed to me: Wherein if you will rest as well content, As Dian willbe judge indifferent, My equal doom shall none of you offend, And of this quarrel make a final end: And therefore, whether you belief of loath, Confirm your promise with some sacred oath.
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Because tis knowne, the quarrell is pretended. Mars. you haue reason for your speeche perdie: My dame (I toe) is fairest in your eye. Or (Vulcan) I shold do her doble wronge. About a toy wee tary heere so longe. Gyue it by voices, voices giue the odds: A trifle so to to troble all the gods. Beleue me, Saturne, be it so for me. For me. Pluto. for me Mars. for me, yf Ioue agre. And gentle gods, I am indifferent: But then I knowe whoose lykely to be shent. Thryse reuerend gods, and thow immortall Ioue. Yf Phoebus may, as him doth much behoue, Be licensed, accordinge to our Lawes, To speake vprightly in this doubted cause, (Sythe womens witts woorke mens vnceasinge woes) To make them freindes, that now bin frendles foes, And peace to keepe with them, with vs, and all That make their title to this golden ball: (Nor thincke yee gods my speeche doth derogate From sacred powre of this immortall senate,) Refer this sentence where it doth belonge, In this say I fayre Phoebe hathe the wronge. Not that (I meane) her beautye beares the prize: But that the holly Lawe of heauen denies, One god to medle in an others powre. And this befell so neere Diana bowre, As for thappeazinge this vnplesant grudge, (In my conceyte) shee hight the fittest iudge. Yf Ioue comptroll not Plutoes hell with charmes, Yf Mars haue souraigne powre to manage armes: Yf Bacchus beare no rule in Neptune sea Nor Vulcans fire dothe Saturnes sythe obay: Suppresse not then, 'gainst lawe and equitie, Dianas power in her owne territorie: Whose regiment, amid her sacred owers, As proper height as anie rule of yours. Well may we so wipe all the speeche awaie, That Pallas, Iuno, Venus hath to say, And aunswere that by iustice of our lawes, We were not suffred to conclude the cause. And this to me most egall doome appeares, A woman to be iudge amonge her pheeres. Apollo hath founde out the onely meane, To rid the blame from vs and trouble cleane. We are beholding to his sacred wit. I can commend and well allow of it. And so deriue the matter from vs all, That Dian haue the giuing of the ball. So Ioue may clearly excuse him in the case, Where Iuno else woulde chide and braule apace. And now, it were some cunnning to deuine, To whom Diana will this pryze resigne. Suffizeth me, it shall be none of mine. Vulcan, though thou be blacke, thart nothing fine. Goe bathe thee, Bacchus, in a tub of wine, The balls as likely to be mine as thine. Lo, Ladyes, farre beyonde my hope and will, you see, This thankles office is imposd to me: Wherein if you will rest aswell content, As Dian wilbe iudge indifferent, My egall doome shall none of you offende, And of this quarrell make a finall ende: And therefore, whether you beliefe of loath, Confirme your promise with some sacred othe.