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 0.83 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Sleep on secure, let care not touch thy heart, Leave to love her, that longs to live in change, So wantonness deal, when they their fairs impart Rome thou abroad for I intend to range: Yet wantonness learn to guide your rolling eyes, As no suspect by gazing may arise. Hold on your Music, Folly leave thy play, Come hither lay his head upon thy knee. Fie what a loathed load was he to me. Come my Content, let's dance about the place, And mock God Mars unto his sleepy face. Venus agreed, play us a Galliard. Why sings not Venus? her love I to hear, Sweet let the Fife be further from mine ear, Nay let the Fife play, else the Music fails. What still so near my ear, sweet Venus sing. Sing: where is she? Out fool, what does my head upon thy knee? Forsooth my Mistress bid me. Where's Venus, speak ye ribalds, harlots, fools, And never speak again except I see her: Mars is impatient, find out Venus soon. Or perish slaves, before my angry wrath. Nay a lady, Folly will live for all you. Away ye fool, tell Venus of my rage. And bid her come to Mars that now begins, To doubt the cobblers Prophecy. My Lord we cannot find her anywhere. Hence villains, seek the garden, search each place, Mars will not suffer such abhorred disgrace. Where's Venus' Folly, prithee tell me fool? Forsooth she's run away wid a man called Contempt. What hath Contempt robbed mighty Mars of love? Hence fools and flatterers, fly you from my sight. Mars with a kindled fire begins to burn, Away ye hell hounds, Ministers of shame, Vanish like smoke, for you are lighter far, 'gainst wantonness proclaim I open war. Unconstant women I accuse your sex, Of Folly, lightness, treachery and fraud, You are the scum of ill, the scorn of good, The plague of mankind, and the wrath of heaven, The cause of envy, anger, murder, war, By you the peopled towns are deserts made: The deserts filled with horror and distress. You laugh hyena like, weep as the Crocodile, One ruin brings your sorrow and your smile, Hold on in lightness, lust hath kindled fire, The trumpets clang and roaring noise of Drums, Shall drown the echoes of your weeping cries, And powders smoke dim your enticing eyes. These wanton ornaments for maskers fit, Will Mars leave off, and suit himself in steel, And strumpet Venus with that vile Contempt. I will pursue unto the depth of hell. Away with pity, welcome Ire and Rage, Which nought but Venus' ruin shall assuage. Well do I like your reasoning Gentlemen, You for your learning, Sateros for Act, The learned is preferred, the soldier shall not want, But Sateros, ye must forbear a while, I cannot yet employ ye as I would: Mean time attend the Court you shall have pay To my ability and your content. Thanks to your highness.
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Sleepe on secure, let care not tuch thy hart, Leaue to loue hir, that longs to liue in change, So wantons deale, when they their faires impart Rome thou abroad for I intend to range: Yet wantons learne to guide your rouling eies, As no suspect by gazing may arise. Hold on your Musicke, Follie leaue thy play, Come hither lay his head vpon thy knee. Fie what a loathed load was he to me. Come my Content, lets daunce about the place, And mocke God Mars vnto his sleepie face. Venus agreed, play vs a Galliard. Why sings not Venus? hir loue I to heare, Sweet let the Fife be further from mine eare, Nay let the Fife play, els the Musicke failes. What still so nere my eare, sweet Venus sing. Sing: where is she? Out foole, what doos my head vpon thy knee? Forsooth my Mistris bid me. Wheres Venus, speake ye ribalds, harlots, fooles, And neuer speake againe except I see hir: Mars is impatient, finde out Venus soone. Or perrish slaues, before my angrie wrath. Nay a ladie, Follie will liue for all you. Away yee foole, tell Venus of my rage. And bid hir come to Mars that now begins, To doubt the Coblers Prophecie. My Lord we cannot finde hir any where. Hence villaines, seeke the garden, search each place, Mars will not suffer such abhord disgrace. Wheres Venus Follie, prethee tell me foole? Forsooth shees lun away wid a man called Contempt. What hath Contempt robd mightie Mars of loue? Hence fooles and flatterers, flie you from my sight. Mars with a kindled fire begins to burne, Away yee hel hounds, Ministers of shame, Vanish like smoke, for you are lighter farre, Gainst wantonnes proclaime I open warre. Vnconstant women I accuse your sexe, Of Follie, lightnes, trecherie and fraud, You are the scum of ill, the scorne of good, The plague of mankinde, and the wrath of heauen, The cause of enuie, anger, murder, warre, By you the peopled townes are deserts made: The deserts fild with horror and distres. You laugh Hiena like, weepe as the Crocodile, One ruine brings your sorrow and your smile, Hold on in lighnes, lust hath kindled fire, The trumpets clang and roaring noise of Drums, Shall drowne the ecchoes of your weeping cries, And powders smoke dim your enticing eyes. These wanton ornaments for maskers fit, Will Mars leaue off, and sute himselfe in steele, And strumpet Venus with that vile Contempt. I will pursue vnto the depth of hell. Away with pittie, welcome Ire and Rage, VVhich nought but Venus ruine shall asswage. Well doe I like your reasoning Gentlemen, You for your learning, Saeros for Act, The learned is preferrde, the souldier shall not want, But Sateros, yee must forbeare a while, I cannot yet imploy ye as I would: Meane time attend the Court you shall haue pay To my abillitie and your content. Thankes to your highnes.