Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.79 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Why and Mars have you found sir, what's your will with him? Are you he I cry you mercy, I promise you I took you for a morris dancer you are so trim. What says the villain? If thou be Mars, the cause which makes me doubt, is that I see thy body leapt in soft silk which was wont to be clad in hard steel, and thy head so childishly laid on a woman's lap. Pardon I humbly beseech thee, the plainness of thy poor servant, and vouchsafe to read my poor petition. Rough shaped soldier enemy to love, Why dost thou thirst so much for bloody war, wherein the strong man by a stronger quelled, Or reached far off by dastard darters arm, Breathes forth his spirit with a bootless cry, Leaving behind his earth's anatomy: By war the Infant trampled under steeds, Holds to his mother out his feeble hand, And she is ravished while her youngling bleeds. Yet to abide death's stroke doth quaking stand. The twice forced virgin like the wounded lamb, Dejected at the mercy of the wolf, Holds up her throat in vain to bloody men, That will not kill her while her beauty stayeth, But stab her when her tears her fair decayeth: Away thou bloody man, vex not my Lord, By war true love is hindered and undone, And ladies' laps left empty of their loves, whose heads did beautify their tender knees. You need not plain your laps full enough: Fair Venus be propitious I will fight To maintain true love and defend the right, On that condition soldier I am won, Receive this favour, Mars let it be done. Sateros, I have received thy supplication, and sorrow I cannot as I would give thee immediate comfort. If I should oppose myself against the Gods, they would soon set fire on my seat, six double us there are, three at liberty, three imprisoned, and one their keeper: at liberty, wiliness, wrong and wantonness, in prison, are war wreak and woe, their keeper is wonder; who once giving way to liberty for those he holds; shall set thee and thy fellows on work: in mean time go thou to the Duke of Booetia, commend us to him, when he can he will employ thee I am sure, let that be thy answer for this time, and so good Sateros be contented. I humbly take my leave adored Mars, Prove a good night Raven Venus I entreat. Farewell poor soldier wear that for my sake. Of both your Godheads duteous leave I take. And when go you sir? Who I? Good Lord there hangs a matter by. why what are you? get gone or I will send thee gone. I pray you bear a while, gentle master mine, And you shall hear my in speech I warrant? Go to sir fool, let's hear what you can say. And shall I warrant ye to your cost my Lady do-little.
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VVhy and Mars haue you found sir, whats your will with him? Are you he I cry you mercie, I promise you I tooke you for a morris dauncer you are so trim. VVhat sayes the villaine? If thou be Mars, the cause which makes me doubt, is that I see thy bodie lapt in soft silke which was wont to bee clad in hard steele, and thy head so childishlie laid on a womans lap. Pardon I humbly beseech thee, the plainnes of thy poore seruant, and vouchsafe to read my poore petition. Rough shaped souldier enemie to loue, VVhy dost thou thirst so much for bloody warre, wherein the strong man by a stronger queld, Or reacht far off by dastard darters arme, Breathes forth his spirite with a booteles cry, Leauing behinde is earths anatomie: By warre the Infant trampled vnder steeds, Holds to his mother out his feeble hand, And she is rauisht while hir yongling bleeds. Yet to abide deaths stroake doth quaking stand. The twice forst virgin like the wounded lambe, Deiected at the mercie of the woolfe, Holds vp hir throat in vaine to bloody men, That will not kill hir while hir beautie stayeth, But stab her when her teares her faire decayeth: Away thou bloody man, vex not my Lord, By warre true loue is hindred and vndone, And Ladies laps left emptie of their loues, whose heads did beautifie their tender knees. You need not plaine your laps full inough: Faire Venus be propitious I will fight To maintaine true loue and defend the right, On that condition souldier I am won, Receaue this fauour, Mars let it be done. Sateros, I haue receiued thy supplication, and sorrow I cannot as I would giue thee immediat comfort. If I should oppose my selfe against the Gods, they would soone set fire on my seat, Sixe double vs there are, three at libertie, three imprisoned, and one their keeper: at libertie, wilines, wrong and wantonnes, in prison, are warre wreake and woe, their keeper is wonder; who once giuing way to libertie for those he holds; shall set thee and thy fellowes on worke: in meane time goe thou to the Duke of Booetia, commend vs to him, when he can he will imploy thee I am sure, let that be thy answere for this time, and so good Sateros be contented. I humbly take my leaue adored Mars, Proue a good night Rauen Venus I intreat. Farewell pore souldier weare that for my sake▪ Of both your Godheads dutious leaue I take. And when goe you sir? VVho I? Good Lord there hangs a matter by. why what are you? get gone or I will send thee gone▪ I pray you beare a while, gentle master mine, And you shall heare my in speech I warrant? Goe too sir foole, lets heare what you can say. And shall I warrant yee to your cost my Lady do-little▪