The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 1 of 36
Heywood, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.75 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
THE Gods of Greece, whose deities I raised Out of the earth, gave them divinity, The attributes of Sacrifice and Prayer Have given old Homer leave to view the world And make his own presentment. I am he That by my pen gave heaven to Iupiter, Made Neptune's Trident calm, the curled waves, Gave Aeolus Lordship o'er the warring winds; Created black haired Pluto King of Ghosts, And regent o'er the Kingdoms fixed below. By me Mars wars, and fluent Mercury Speaks from my tongue. I placed divine Apollo Within the suns bright Chariot. I made Venus' Goddess of Love, and to her winged son Gave several arrows, tipped with Gold and lead. What hath not Homer done, to make his name Live to eternity? I was the man That flourished in the worlds first infancy: When it was young, and knew not how to speak, I taught it speech, and understanding both Even in the Cradle: Oh then suffer me, You that are in the world's decrepit Age, When it is near his universal grave, To sing an old song; and in this Iron Age Show you the state of the first golden world, I was the muse's Patron, learning's spring, And you shall once more hear blind Homer sing. The old Uranus, son of the Air & Day Is dead, and left behind him two brave sons, Titan and Saturn. Titan is the eldest, And should succeed by the true right of birth. But Saturn hath the hearts of all the people, The kingdoms high applause, his mother's love, The least of these are steps unto a crown. But how will Titan bear him in these troubles, Being by nature proud and insolent, To see the younger seated in his throne, And he to whom the true right appertains, By birth, and law of Nations quite cast off? That either power or steel must arbitrate: Causes best friended have the best event. Here Saturn comes. Behold what nature scanted me in years, And time, below my brother; your applause, And general love, fully supplies me with: And make me to his crown inheritable. I choose it as my right by gift of heaven, The people's suffrage, the dead king's bequest, And your election, our fair mother Queen, Against all these what can twelve moons of time, Prevail with Titan to disherit us. The Cretan people, with shrill acclamations Pronounce thee sovereign o'er their lands and lives, Let Titan storm, and threaten strange revenge, We are resolved thy honour to maintain. Titan, thy ruin shall attempt in vain Our hearts adhere with Vesta's our late Queen, According to our sovereign's late bequest, To kneel to Saturn. We accept your loves, And we will strive by merit to exceed you. In just requital of these favours done. Arm Lords, I hear the voice Of Titan storming at this strange election.
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THE Gods of Greece, whose deitles I rais'd Out of the earth, gaue them diuinity, The attributes of Sacrifice and Prayer Haue giuē old Homer leaue to view the world And make his owne presentment. I am he That by my pen gaue heauen to Iupiter, Made Neptunes Trident calme, the curled waues, Gaue Aeolus Lordship ore the warring winds; Created blacke hair'd Pluto King of Ghosts, And regent ore the Kingdomes fixt below. By me Mars warres, and fluent Mercury Speakes from my tongue. I plac'd diuine Apollo Within the Sunnes bright Chariot. I made Venus Goddesse of Loue, and to her winged sonne Gaue seuerall arrowes, tipt with Gold and lead. What hath not Homer done, to make his name Liue to eternity? I was the man That flourish'd in the worlds first infancy: When it was yong, and knew not how to speake, I taught it speech, and vnderstanding both Euen in the Cradle: Oh then suffer me, You that are in the worlds decrepit Age, When it is neere his vniuersall graue, To sing an old song; and in this Iron Age Shew you the state of the first golden world, I was the Muses Patron, learnings spring, And you shall once more heare blinde Homer sing. The old Vranus, sonne of the Aire & Day Is dead, and left behinde him two braue sonnes, Tytan and Saturne. Tytan is the eldest, And should succeed by the true right of birth. But Saturn hath the hearts of al the people, The Kingdomes high applause, his mothers loue, The least of these are steppes vnto a crowne. But how wil Tytan beare him in these troubles, Being by nature proud and insolent, To see the yonger seated in his throne, And he to whom the true right appertaines, By birth, and law of Nations quite cast off? That either power or steele must arbitrate: Causes best friended haue the best euent. Here Saturne comes. Behold what nature skanted me in yeares, And time, below my brother; your applause, And general loue, fully supplies me with: And make me to his crowne inheritable. I choose it as my right by gift of heauen, The peoples suffrage, the dead Kings bequest, And your election, our faire mother Queene, Against all these what can twelue moones of time, Preuaile with Tytan to dis-herite vs. The Cretan people, with shrill acclamations Pronounce thee soueraigne ore their lands and liues, Let Tytan storme, and threaten strange reuenge, We are resolu'd thy honour to maintaine. Tytan, thy ruine shall attempt in vaine Our hearts ad-here with Uestaes our late Queene, According to our soueraignes late bequest, To kneele to Saturne. We accept your loues, And we will striue by merite to exceed you. In iust requitall of these fauours done. Arme Lords, I heare the voyce Of Tytan storming at this strange election.