Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.81 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Let Iuno fret, and move the powers of heaven, Yet in herself Pandora stands secure: Am I not Nature's darling and her pride? Hath she not spent her treasure all on me? Yet be thou wise (I counsel thee for love) And fear displeasure at a goddess hand. I tell thee Iupiter, Pandora's worth Is far exceeding all your goddesses: And since in her thou dost obscure my praise, Here (to be short) I do abjure thy love. I may not blame thee for my beams are cause, Of all this insolence and proud disdain: But to prevent a second raging storm, If jealous Iuno should by chance return, Here ends my love: Pandora now farewell. And art thou clouded up? fare as thou list, Pandora's heart shall never stoop to Ioue: Gunophilus, base vassal as thou art, How haps when Iuno was in presence here, Thou didst not honour me with kneel and crouch, And lay thy hands under my precious foot? To make her know the height of my desert. Base peasant, humbly watch my stately looks, And yield applause to every word I speak: Or from my service I'll discard thee quite. Fair and dread Sovereign, Lady of the world, Even then when jealous Iuno was in place: As I behold the glory of thy face, My feeble eyes admiring majesty, Did sink into my heart such holly fear, That very fear amazing every sense, Withheld my tongue from saying what I would: And freezed my joints from bowing when they should. I now Gunophilus thou pleasest me, These words and curtsies prove thee dutiful. Now Stesias speak. Learchus, plead for love. Now Cyprian Queen, guider of loving thoughts, Help Iphicles. Melos must speed, or die. Whether now my masters in such post haste? Her excellence is not at leisure now. O sweet Gunophilus further our attempts. And we shall make thee rich with our rewards. Stay here until I know her further pleasure: Stesias & his fellows humbly crave access to your excellence. I now thou fittest my humour: Let them come. Come on masters. Tell on my dear, when comes that happy hour, Whereon thy love shall guerdon my desire. How long shall sorrows winter pinch my heart? And lukewarm hopes be child with freezing fear, Before my suit obtain thy sweet consent? How long shall death, encroaching by delays, A bridge the course of my decaying life: Before Pandora love poor Iphicles? How long shall cares cut off my flowering prime, Before the harvest of my love be in? O speak sweet love. Some gentle words sweet love. O let thy tongue first salve Learchus' wound, That first was made with those immortal eyes The only promise of thy future love, Will drown the secret heaps of my despair, In endless Ocean of expected joys.
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Let Iuno fret, and mooue the powers of heauen, Yet in her selfe Pandora stands secure: Am I not Natures darling and hir pride? Hath she not spent her treasure all on me? Yet be thou wise (I counsell thee for loue) And feare displeasure at a goddesse hand. I tell thee Iupiter, Pandoras worth Is farre exceeding all your goddesses: And since in her thou dost obscure my prayse, Here (to be short) I do abiure thy loue. I may not blame thee for my beames are cause, Of all this insolence and proud disdaine: But to preuent a second raging storme, If iealious Iuno should by chaunce returne, Here ends my loue: Pandora now farewell. And art thou clouded vp? fare as thou list, Pandoraes hart shall neuer stoope to Ioue: Gunophilus, base vassaile as thou art, How haps when Iuno was in presence here, Thou didst not honor me with kneele and crowche, And lay thy hands vnder my precious foote? To make her know the height of my desart. Base pesaunt, humbly watch my stately lookes, And yeeld applause to euery word I speake: Or from my seruice Ile discarde thee quite. Fayre and dread Soueraigne, Lady of the world, Euen then when iealous Iuno was in place: As I behold the glory of thy face, My feeble eyes admiring maiestie, Did sinke into my hart such holly feare, That very feare amazing euery sence, VVithheld my tongue from saying what I would: And freezd my ioynts from bowing when they should. I now Gunophilus thou pleasest me, These words and cursies prooue thee dutifull. Now Stesias speake. Learchus, plead for loue. Now Cyprian Queene, guider of louing thoughts, Helpe Iphicles. Melos must speed, or dye. VVhether now my maisters in such post hast? Her excellence is not at leisure now. O sweet Gunophilus further our attempts. And we shall make thee riche with our rewards. Stay heere vntill I know her further pleasure: Stesias & his felows humbly craue accesse to your excellēce. I now thou fittest my humor: Let them come. Come on maisters. Tel on my deare, when comes that happy houre, VVhereon thy loue shall guerden my desire. How long shall sorows winter pinche my hart? And luke warme hopes be child with freezing feare, Before my suite obteyne thy sweete consent? How long shall death, incroching by delayes, A bridge the course of my decaying life: Before Pandora loue poore Iphicles? How long shall cares cut off my flowring prime, Before the haruest of my loue be in? O speake sweete loue. Some gentle words sweet loue. O let thy tongue first salue Learchus wound, That first was made with those immortall eyes The only promise of thy future loue, VVill drowne the secret heapes of my dispayre, In endlesse Ocean of expected ioyes.