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 0.84 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Although my breast, yet never harboured love, Yet should my bounty free your servitude: If love might well consort our Majesty, And not debase our matchless dignity. Sweet honey words, but sawst with bitter gall. They draw me on, and yet they put me back. They hold me up, and yet they let me fall. They give me life, and yet they let me die. But as thou wilt, so give me sweet or sour: For in thy pleasure must be my content. Whether thou draw me on, or put me back, I must admire thy beauty's wilderness. And as thou wilt, so let me stand or fall: Love hath decreed thy word must govern me. And as thou wilt, so let me live or die, In life or death I must obey thy will. I please myself in your humility, Yet will I make some trial of your faith, Before I stoop to favour your complaints: For wot ye well Pandora knows her worth, He that will purchase things of greatest prize, Must conquer by his deeds, and not by words: Go then all four, and slay the savage Boar, Which roving up and down with ceaseless rage, Destroys the fruit of our Utopian fields, And he that first presents me with his head, Shall wear my glove in favour of the deed. We go Pandora. Nay we run. We fly. Thus must Pandora exercise these swains, Commanding them to dangerous exploits: And were they kings my beauty should command, Sirrah Gunophilus bear up my train. Mars comes entreated by the Queen of heaven, To summon Ioue from this his regiment: Such jealous humour croweth in her brain, That she is mad till he return from hence. Now Sovereign Ioue king of immortal kings, Thy lovely Iuno long hath looked for thee, And till thou come thinks every hour a year. And Ioue will go the sooner to assuage, Her frantic, idle, and suspicious thoughts, For well I know Pandora troubles her, Nor will she calm the tempest of her mind, Till with a whirlwind of outrageous words, She beat mine ears, and weep cursed heart away. Yet will I go, for words are but a blast, And sunshine will ensue when storms are passed. Now bloody Mars begins to play his part, I'll work such war within Pandora's breast, (And somewhat more for Juno's fair request) That after all her churlishness and pride: She shall become a vixen Martialist. Here let us stay till fair Pandora come, And then shall Stesias have his due reward. And why not Iphicles as well as you? The prize is mine, my sword cut off his head. But first my spear did wound him to the death. He fell not down till I had gored his side. Content you all, Learchus did the deed, And I will make it good who ear says nay. Melos will die before he lose his right.
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Although my brest, yet neuer harbored loue, Yet should my bountie free your seruitude: If loue might well consort our Maiestie, And not debase our matchlesse dignitie. Sweet hony words, but sawst with bitter gawle. They drawe me on, and yet they put me back. They hold me vp, and yet they let me fall. They giue me life, and yet they let me dye. But as thou wilt, so giue me sweet or sowre: For in thy pleasure must be my content. VVhether thou drawe me on, or put me back, I must admyre thy beauties wildernesse. And as thou wilt, so let me stand or fall: Loue hath decreed thy word must gouerne me. And as thou wilt, so let me liue or dye, In life or death I must obey thy wyll. I please my selfe in your humility, Yet will I make some triall of your faith, Before I stoope to fauour your complaints: For wot ye well Pandora knowes her worth, He that will purchase things of greatest prize, Must conquer by his deeds, and not by words: Go then all foure, and slay the sauadge Boare, VVhich roauing vp and downe with ceaselesse rage, Destroyes the fruit of our Vtopian fields, And he that first presents me with his head, Shall weare my gloue in fauour of the deed. VVe go Pandora. Nay we runne. VVe flye. Thus must Pandora exercise these swaines, Commaunding them to daungerous exploits: And were they kings my beautie should commaund, Sirra Gunophilus beare vp my traine. Mars comes intreated by the Queene of heauen, To summon Ioue from this his regiment: Such iealious humor croweth in her braine, That she is mad till he returne from hence. Now Soueraigne Ioue king of immortal kings, Thy louely Iuno long hath lookt for thee, And till thou come thinkes euery howre a yeere. And Ioue will go the sooner to asswage, Her franticke, idle, and suspitious thoughts, For well I know Pandora troubles her, Nor will she calme the tempest of her minde, Til with a whirlwinde of outragious words, She beat mine eares, and weep curst hart away. Yet will I go, for words are but a blast, And sun-shine wil insue when stormes are past. Now bloudy Mars begins to play his part, Ile worke such warre within Pandoraes brest, (And somewhat more for Iunoes fayre request) That after all her churlishnesse and pride: She shall become a vixen Martialist. Heere let vs stay till fayre Pandora come, And then shal Stesias haue his due rewarde. And why not Iphicles as well as you? The prize is mine, my sword cut off his head. But first my speare did wound him to the death. He fell not downe till I had goard his side. Content you all, Learchus did the deed, And I will make it good who eare sayes nay. Melos will dye before he lose his right.