Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 1 of 29
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick · published 1591 · first performed or written 1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court 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.
There rest my chariot on the mountain tops, I that in shape appear unto your sight A naked boy, not clothed but with my wings, Am that great God of Love, who with his might Ruleth the waste wide world, and living things. This left hand bears vain hope, short joyful state, With fair Resemblance, lovers to allure, This right hand holds Repentance all too late, War, fire, blood, and pains without recure. On sweet Ambrosia, is not my food, Nectar is not my drink, as to the rest " Of all the Gods: I drink the lovers blood, And feed upon the heart within his breast. Well hath my power in heaven and earth been tried, And deepest hell, my piercing force hath known. The marble seas, my wonders have descried, Which elder age throughout the world hath blown. To me, the king of Gods and men doth yield, As witness can the Greekish maid, whom I Made like a cow go lowing through the field, lest jealous Iuno should the scape espy: The doubled night, the suns restrained course, His secret stealths, the slander to eschew, In shape transformed, we list not to discourse. All that and more we forced him to do. The warlike Mars hath not subdued our might, We feared him not, his fury nor disdain, That can the God's record: before whose sight He lay fast wrapped in Vulcan's subtle chain. He that on earth yet hath not felt our power, Let him behold the fall and cruel spoil Of thee fair Troy, of Asia the flower, So foul defaced, and leveled with the soil. Who forced Leander with his naked breast So many nights to cut the frothy waves, But hero's love, that lay enclosed in Sest? The stoutest hearts to me shall yield them slaves. Who could have matched the huge Alcides' strength, Great Macedon, what force might have subdued? Wise Scipio who overcame at length, But we, that are with greater force endued? Who could have conquered the golden fleece But Iason, aided by Medea's art? Who durst have stolen fair Helen out of Greece But I, with love that boldened Paris heart? What bond of nature, what restraint avails Against our power? I vouch to witness truth. The Myrrh tree that with shamefast tears bewails Her father's love, still weary yet for ruth. But now, this world not seeing in these days, Such present proofs of our all-daring power, Disdains our name, and seeketh sundry ways, To scorn and scoff, and shame us every hour, A brat, a bastard, and an idle boy, A rod, a staff, a whip to beat him out, And to be sick of love, a childish toy, These are mine honours now the world about, My name disgraced, to raise again therefore, And in this age, mine ancient renown By mighty acts, intending to restore, Down to the earth, in wrath now am I come.
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There rest my chariot on the mountaine tops, I that in shape appeare vnto your sight A naked boy, not cloathde but with my wings, Am that great God of Loue, who with his might Ruleth the wast wide world, and liuing things. This left hand beares vaine hope, short ioyfull state, With faire Resemblance, louers to allure, This right hand holds Repentance all too late, Warre, fire, bloud, and paines without recure. On sweete Ambrosia, is not my foode, Nectar is not my drinke, as to the rest "Of all the Gods: I drinke the louers bloud, "And feed vpon the heart within his breast. Well hath my power in heauen and earth bin tride, And deepest hell, my pearcing force hath knowen. The marble seas, my wonders haue descride, Which elder age throghout the world hath blowen. To me, the king of Gods and men doth yeeld, As witnes can the Greekish maide, whom I Made like a cow go lowing through the field, Least iealous Iuno should the scape espie: The doubled night, the Sunnes restrained course, His secret stealths, the slander to eschew, In shape transformd, we list not to discourse. All that and more we forced him to do. The warlike Mars hath not subdude our might, We feard him not, his furie nor disdaine, That can the Gods record: before whose sight He laie fast wrapt in Vulcans subtill chaine. He that on earth yet hath not felt our power, Let him behold the fall and cruell spoile Of thee faire Troy, of Asia the flower, So foule defast, and leueld with the soile. Who forst Leander with his naked brest So many nights to cut the frothie waues, But Heroes loue, that lay inclosde in Sest? The stoutest hearts to me shall yeeld them slaues. Who could haue matcht the huge Alcides strength, Great Macedon, what force might haue subdude? Wise Scipio who ouercame at length, But we, that are with greater force endude? Who could haue conquered the golden fleece But Iason, aided by Medeas art? Who durst haue stolne faire Helen out of Greece But I, with loue that boldned Paris heart? What bond of nature, what restraint auailes Against our power? I vouch to witnes truth. The Myrhe tree that with shamefast teares bewailes Her fathers loue, still weepeth yet for ruth. But now, this world not seeing in these daies, Such present proofes of our al-daring power, Disdaines our name, and seeketh sundrie waies, To scorne and scoffe, and shame vs euerie houre, A brat, a bastard, and an idle boy, A rod, a staffe, a whip to beate him out, And to be sicke of loue, a childish toy, These are mine honors now the world about, My name disgrast, to raise againe therefore, And in this age, mine ancient renowme By mightie acts, intending to restore, Downe to the earth, in wrath now am I come.