Marlowe, Christopher / Nashe, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1586 [c.1585-1586; possibly 1591] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.82 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
COme gentle Ganymede and play with me, I love thee well, say Iuno what she will. I am much better for your worthless love, That will not shield me from her shrewish blows: Today whenas I filled into your cups, And held the cloth of pleasance whiles you drank, She reached me such a rap for that I spilled, As made the blood run down about mine ears. What? dares she strike the darling of my thoughts? By Saturn's soul, and this earth threatening air, That shaken thrice, makes Nature's buildings quake, I vow, if she but once frown on thee more, To hang her meteor like twixt heaven and earth, And bind her hand and foot with golden cords, As once I did for harming Hercules. Might I but see that pretty sport a foot, O how would I with Helen's brother laugh, And bring the Gods to wonder at the game: Sweet Iupiter, if ere I pleased thine eye, Or seemed fair walled in with eagles wings, Grace my immortal beauty with this boon, And I will spend my time in thy bright arms. What be't sweet wag I should deny thy youth? Whose face reflects such pleasure to mine eyes, As I exhaled with thy fire darting beams, Have oft driven back the horses of the night, whenas they would have haled thee from my sight: Sit on my knee, and call for thy content, Control proud Fate, and cut the thread of time, Why are not all the Gods at thy command, And heaven and earth the bounds of thy delight? Vulcan shall dance to make thee laughing sport, And my nine Daughters sing when thou art sad, From Juno's bird I'll pluck her spotted pride, To make thee fans wherewith to cool thy face, And Venus' Swans shall shed their silver down, To sweeten out the slumbers of thy bed: Hermes no more shall show the world his wings, If that thy fancy in his feathers dwell, But as this one I'll tear them all from him, Do thou but say their colour pleaseth me: Hold here my little love these linked gems, My Iuno wore upon her marriage day, Put thou about thy neck my own sweet heart, And trick thy arms and shoulders with my theft. I would have a jewel for mine ear, And a fine brooch to put in my hat, And then I'll hug with you an hundred times. And shall have Ganymede, if thou wilt be my love. I this is it, you can sit toying there, And playing with that female wanton boy, Whiles my Aeneas wanders on the Seas, And rests a prey to every billows pride. Iuno, false Iuno in her chariot's pomp, Drawn through the heavens by Steeds of Boreas brood, Made Hebe to direct her airy wheels Into the windy country of the clouds,
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COme gentle Ganimed and play with me, I loue thee well, say Iuno what she will. I am much better for your worthles loue, That will not shield me from her shrewish blowes: To day when as I fild into your cups, And held the cloath of pleasance whiles you dranke, She reacht me such a rap for that I spilde, As made the bloud run downe about mine eares. What? dares she strike the darling of my thoughts? By Saturnes soule, and this earth threatning aire, That shaken thrise, makes Natures buildings quake, I vow, if she but once frowne on thee more, To hang her meteor like twixt heauen and earth, And bind her hand and foote with golden cordes, As once I did for harming Hercules. Might I but see that pretie sport a foote, O how would I with Helens brother laugh, And bring the Gods to wonder at the game: Sweet Iupiter, if ere I pleasde thine eye, Or seemed faire walde in with Egles wings, Grace my immortall beautie with this boone, And I will spend my time in thy bright armes. What ist sweet wagge I should deny thy youth? Whose face reflects such pleasure to mine eyes, As I exhal'd with thy fire darting beames, Haue oft driuen backe the horses of the night, When as they would haue hal'd thee from my sight: Sit on my knee, and call for thy content, Controule proud Fate, and cut the thred of time, Why are not all the Gods at thy commaund, And heauen and earth the bounds of thy delight? Vulcan shall daunce to make thee laughing sport, And my nine Daughters sing when thou art sad, From Iunos bird Ile pluck her spotted pride, To make thee fannes wherewith to coole thy face, And Venus Swannes shall shed their siluer downe, To sweeten out the slumbets of thy bed: Hermes no more shall shew the world his wings, If that thy fancie in his feathers dwell, But as this one Ile teare them all from him, Doe thou but say their colour pleaseth me: Hold here my little loue these linked gems, My Iuno ware vpon her marriage day, Put thou about thy necke my owne sweet heart, And tricke thy armes and shoulders with my theft. I would haue a iewell for mine eare, And a fine brouch to put in my hat, And then Ile hugge with you an hundred times. And shall haue Ganimed, if thou wilt be my loue. I this is it, you can sit toying there, And playing with that female wanton boy, Whiles my Aeneas wanders on the Seas, And rests a pray to euery billowes pride. Iuno, false Iuno in her Chariots pompe, Drawne through the heauens by Steedes of Boreas brood, Made Hebe to direct her ayrie wheeles Into the windie countrie of the clowdes,