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 0.74 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Ill tidings for my Lady these. Ill news poor babe for thee. What who are these? I take ye to be two of Venus' virgins, are ye not? Faith she is a pure virgin indeed, For the child she had by Venus' chaplain, Is a big boy and follows the Father. And so are you a maid too, are ye not? For the girl you had by Mars his Captain, she's dead, and troubles not the Mother. Then I perceive ye be both maids for the most part, well for our maidenheads it skill not much. For in the world I know are many such. I Mercurie I pray let that go, we are fair Venus' maids, no more but so. And in our lady's cause we do entreat To know, if that be true thou didst proclaim? Or was it spoken but of policy, To fright us whom thou knewst to be her maids. As true as neither of you both are maids So true it is, that I have uttered. The sentence is set down, Venus exiled, Aim poor babe for thee. Whose child is that you bear so tenderly? My Lady's child, begotten by contempt. O is it so, and whether bear you it? To nurse. To whom? Unto security. Is it a boy or girl, I pray ye tell? A girl it is. Who were the godmothers? We two are they. Your names I crave. Mine Ru and hers is Ina. And whether name I pray ye bears the girl? Both hers and mine. And who is godfather? Ingratitude that is likewise the grandfather. Ruina otherwise called Ruin the child, Contempt the father, Venus alias lust the mother, Ru and Ina the godmothers, Ingratitude the Godfather and grandfather, And Security the nurse, here's a brood that all Booetia shall curse. Well damsels hie you hence, for one is coming nigh Will tread your young one under foot. 'tis Mars, O let us fly. Now Mars thou seemest like thyself, Thy women's weeds cast off, Which made thee be in heaven a scorn, On earth a common scoff. O Mercurie how am I bound to thee, That blazest forth this strumpets just reproof? O could I find the harlot or her brood, I would revenge me of indignities: Now Mercurie, I mind a prophesy A simple fellow brought me on a day, When wantoning upon her knee I lay, How that a craven cock should tread my hen, And she should hatch a chick this country to decay, The Bastard's name he told me too, But it was riddle-wise, Help me to search it Mercurie, I know thee quick and wise, When I should only in a word Five letters just discern Three vowels and two consonants, The name I soon should learn: But those same vowels he did bid, That I should duly scan, And they would signify the way That guideth every man. Hast thou not heard of such a thing?
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Ill tidings for my Lady these. Ill newes pore babe for thee. VVhat who are these? I take yee to bee two of Venus virgins, are yee not? Faith she is a pure virgin indeed, For the childe she had by Venus chaplin, Is a big boy and followes the Father. And so are you a maide too, are ye not? For the girle you had by Mars his Captaine, Shees dead, and troubles not the Mother. Then I perceiue ye be both maids for the most part, well for our maidenheads it skill not much. For in the world I know are many such. I Mercurie I pray let that goe, wee are faire Venus maides, no more but so. And in our Ladies cause we doe intreate To know, if that be true thou didst proclaime? Or was it spoken but of pollicie, To fright vs whome thou knewst to be her maides. As true as neither of you both are maides So true it is, that I haue vttered. The sentence is set downe, Venus exilde, Ayme poore babe for thee. Whose child is that you beare so tenderly? My Ladies child, begotten by contempt. O is it so, and whether beare you it? To nurse. To whom? Vnto securitie. Is it a boy or girle, I praie ye tell? A girle it is. Who were the godmothers? We two are they. Your names I craue. Mine Ru and hers is Ina. And whether name I praie yee beares the girle? Both hers and mine. And who is godfather? Ingratitude that is likewise the grandfather. Ruina otherwise called Ruine the child, Contempt the father, Venus alias lust the mother, Ru and Ina the godmother, Ingratitude the Oodfather and grandfather, And Securitie the nurse, Heeres a brood that all Booetia shall curse. Well damsels hie you hence, for one is comming nigh Will treade your yong one vnder foot. Tis Mars, O let vs flie. Now Mars thou seemest lyke thy selfe, Thy womens weeds cast off, Which made thee be in heauen a scorne, On earth a common scoffe. O Mercurie how am I bound to thee, That blazest forth this strumpets iust reproofe? O could I finde the harlot or her broode, I would reuenge me of indignities: Now Mercurie, I minde a prophesie A simple fellow brought me on a day, When wantonning vpon her knee I lay, How that a crauen cocke should tread mye, And she should hatch a chicke this countrie to decy, The bastards name he tolde me too, But it was riddle-wise, Helpe me to search it Mercurie, I know thee quicke and wise, When I should onely in a word Fiue letters iust discerne Three vowels and two consonants, The name I soone should learne: But those same vowels hee dyd bid▪ That I should duly scan, And they would signifie the way That guideth euery man. Hast thou not heard of such a thing?