A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 2 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Sister. The title fits not thy degree, A higher state of honour shall be thine, The lovely Trull that Mercury entrapped, Within the curious pleasure of his tongue, And she that bashed the sun-god with her eyes, Fair Semele the choice of Venus' maids, Were not so beauteous as Remelia. Then sweeting, sister shall not serve the turn, But Rasnes wife, his Lemon and his love. Thou shalt like Iuno wed thyself to Ioue, And fold me in the riches of thy fair, Remilia shall be Rasnes Paramour. For why if I be Mars for warlike deeds? And thou bright Venus for thy clear aspect, Why should not from our loins issue a son, That might be Lord of royal sovereignty? Of twenty worlds, if twenty worlds might be, What sayst Remilia, art thou Rasnes wife? My heart doth swell with favour of thy thoughts, The love of Rasni maketh me as proud As Iuno when she wore heavens Diadem. Thy sister borne, was for thy wife by love, Had I the riches nature locketh up, To deck her darling, beauty when she smiles, Rasni should prank him in the pride of all. Remelias love, is far more either prised, Then Ieroboams or the worlds subdue, Lordings, i'll have my weddings sumptuous, Made glorious with the treasures of the world, I'll fetch from Albia shelves of Margarites, And strip the Indies of their diamonds, And Tyre shall yield me tribute of her gold, To make Remelias wedding glorious, I'll send for all the damosel queens that live Within the reach of Rasni's government, To wait as handmaids on Remelia, That her attendant train may pass the troop That gloried Venus at her wedding day. Oh my Lord, not sister to thy love, 'tis incest, and too fowl a fact for Kings, Nature allows no limites to such lust. Presumptuous viceroy darest thou check thy Lord? Or twit him with the laws that Nature loves, Is not great Rasni above nature's reach, God upon earth, and all his will is law? Oh flatter not, for hatefull is his choice, And sisters love will blemish all his worth. Doth not the brightness of his majesty, Shadow his deeds from being counted faults. Well hast thou answered within Radon, I like thee for thy learned Sophistry: But thou of Creet that countercheck'st thy King, Pack hence in exile, give Radagon thy crown, be thee Vicegerent of his royalty? And fail me not in what my thoughts may please, For from a beggar have I brought thee up, And graced thee with the honour of a Crown, Ye quandam king, what feed ye on delays? Better no king then Viceroy under him That hath no virtue to maintain his Crown. Remilias, what fair dames be those that wait Attendant on thy matchless royalty?
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Sister. The title fits not thy degrée, A higher state of honour shall be thine, The louely Trull that Mercury intrapt, Within the curious pleasure of his tongue, And she that basht the sun-god with her eyes, Faire Semele the choyce of Venus maides, Were not so beautious as Remelia. Then swéeting, sister shall not serue the turne, But Rasnes wife, his Lemmon and his loue. Thou shalt like Iuno wed thy selfe to Ioue, And fold me in the riches of thy faire, Remilia shall be Rasnes Paramour. For why if I be Mars for warlike déeds? And thou bright Venus for thy cleare aspect, Why should not from our loynes issue a sonne, That might be Lord of royall soueraintie? Of twentie worlds, if twentie worlds might be, What saist Remilia, art thou Rasnes wife? My heart doth swell with fauour of thy thoughts, The loue of Rasni maketh me as proud As Iuno when she wore heauens Diademe. Thy sister borne was for thy wife by loue, Had I the riches nature locketh vp, To decke her darling, beautie when she smiles, Rasin should prancke him in the pride of all. Remelias loue is farre more either prisde, Then Ieroboams or the worlds subdue, Lordings ile haue my weddings sumptuous, Made glorious with the treasures of the world, Ile fetch from Albia shelues of Margarites, And strip the Indies of their Diamonds, And Tyre shall yeeld me tribute of her gold, To make Remelias wedding glorious, Ile send for all the Damosell Quéenes that liue Within the reach of Rasins gouernment, To wait as hand-maides on Remelia, That her attendant traine may passe the troupe That gloried Venus at her wedding day. Oh my Lord, not sister to thy loue, Tis incest and too fowle a fact for Kings, Nature allowes no limits to such lust. Presumptuous Uiceroy darst thou check thy Lord, Or twit him with the lawes that nature lowes, Is not great Rasin aboue natures reach, God vpon earth, and all his will is law. Oh flatter not, for hatefull is his choice, And sisters loue will blemish all his worth. Doth not the brightnesse of his maiestie, Shadow his déeds from being counted faults. Well hast thou answered within Radon, I like thée for thy learned Sophistri, But thou of Creet that countercheckst thy King, Packe hence in exile, Radagon the Crowne, Be thée Uicegerent of his royaltie, And faile me not in what my thoughts may please, For from a beggar haue I brought thée vp, And gracst thee with the honour of a Crowne, Ye quandam king, what féed ye on delaies? Better no king then Uiceroy vnder him That hath no vertue to maintaine his Crowne. Remilias, what faire dames be those that wait Attendant on thy matchlesse royaltie?