The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 4 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 0.67 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Let his virtues speak for himself: he hath taught his people to sow, to blow, to reap corn, and to scorn acorns with their heels, to bake and to brew: we that were wont to drink nothing but water, have the bravest liquour at Court as passeth. Besides, he hath devised a strange engine, called a Bow and Arrow, that a man may hold in hand, and kill a wild beast a great way off, and never come in danger of his clutches. I'll tell you a strange thing Nurse, last time the King went a hunting, he killed a bear, brought him home to be baked and eaten: A Gentlewoman of the Court, that said hungerly upon this pie, had such a rumbling and roaring in her guts, that her Entrails were all in a mutiny, and could not be appeased. No physic, would help her, what did the King but caused an excellent Mastiff to be knocked in the head, and dressed, gave it to the gentlewoman, of which when she had well eaten, the flesh of the Mastiff worried the bear in her belly, and ever since her guts have left wambling. But come, come, I was sent in haste, the Queen must needs speak with you. You shall no more be lodged beneath the trees, Nor chamber underneath the spreading Oaks: Behold, I have devised you forms for tools, To square out timber, and perform the Art Of Architecture, yet unknown till now. I'll draw you forms of Cities, Towns and Towers, For use and strength, behold the models here. Saturn's inventions are divine, not human, A Godlike spirit hath inspired his reign. See here a second Art of Husbandry, To till the earth, to blow, to sow, to plant, Devised by Saturn: here is gold refined From Grosser metals, silver, brass, and tin, With other minerals, extract from earth. I likewise have found out to make your brooks, Rivers and seas by practice Navigable. Behold a form to make your Craers and Barks To pass huge streams in safety, dangerless. Saturn is a God. The last, not least, this use of Archery, The stringed, bow, and nimble-feathered-shaft: By this you may command the flying fowl, And reach her from on high: this serves for war, To strike and wound thy foeman from afar. What means this acclamation? 'tis thy people, Divinest Saturn furnished with these uses, (More than the Gods have lent them) by thy means. Proclaim to thee a lasting deity. And would have Saturn honoured as a God. we'll study future profits for their use, And in our fresh inventions prove divine. But Gods are never touched with my suspires, Passions and throbs: their Godlike Issue thrive, Whilst I unmanlike must destroy my babes. Oh my strict oath to Titan, which confounds All my precedent honours: one sweet babe, My youngest Ops hath felt the bloody knife, And perished in his swathing: And my Queen Swells with another Infant in her womb, Ready to taste like rigor. Is that Lord Returned from Delphos yet?
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Let his vertues speake for himselfe: he hath taught his people to sow, to plow, to reape corne, and to skorne Akehorns with their heeles, to bake and to brue: we that were wont to drinke nothing but water, haue the brauest liquor at Court as passeth. Besides, he hath deuised a strange engine, called a Bow and Arrow, that a man may hold in hand, and kill a wilde beast a great way off, and neuer come in danger of his clutches. I'le tell you a strange thing Nurse, last time the King went a hunting, he kild a beare, brought him home to be bak't and eaten: A Gentlewoman of the Court, that sed hungerly vpon this pye, had such a rumbling and roaring in her guts, that her Intrails were all in a mutiny, and could not be appeased. No phisicke, would helpe her, what did the King but caused an excellent Mastiffe to be knock't in the head, and drest, gaue it to the gentlewoman, of which when she had well eaten, the flesh of the Mastiffe worried the beare in her belly, and euer since her guts haue left wambling. But come, come, I was sent in hast, the Queene must needs speake with you. You shall no more be lodg'd beneath the trees, Nor chamber vnderneath the spreading Okes: Behold, I haue deuis'd you formes for tooles, To square out timber, and performe the Art Of Architecture, yet vnknowne till now. I'le draw you formes of Cities, Townes and Towers, For vse and strength, behold the models here. Saturnes inuentions are diuine, not humane, A God-like spirit hath inspir'd his reigne. See here a second Arte of Husbandry, To till the earth, to plow, to sow, to plant, Deuis'd by Saturne: here is gold refin'd From Grosser mettals, siluer, brasse, and tinne, With other minerals, extract from earth. I likewise haue found out to make your brooks, Rivers and by practise Nauigable. Behold a forme to make your Craers and Barkes To passe huge streames in safety, dangerlesse. Saturne is a God. The last, not least, this vse of Archery, Thostringed, bow, and nimble-fethered-shaft: By this you may command the flying fowle, And reach her from on high: this serues for warre, To strike and wound thy foe-man from a farre. What meanes this acclamation? Tis thy people, Deuinest Saturne furnisht with these vses, (More then the Gods haue lent them) by thy meanes. Proclaime to thee a lasting deity. And would haue Saturne honoured as a God. Wee'l study future profits for their vse, And in our fresh inuentions proue diuine. But Gods are neuer touch't with my suspires, Passions and throbs: their God-like Issue thriue, Whilst I vn-man-like must desttoy my babes. Oh my strict oath to Tytan, which confounds All my precedent honours: one sweete babe, My yongest Ops hath felt the bloudy knife, And perisht in his swathing: And my Queene Swels with another Infant in her wombe, Ready to taste like rigor. Is that Lord Return'd from Delphos yet?