The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 15 of 36
Heywood, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Thy bosom lend And by thy soft paps let my hand descend. Nay fie what mean you? prithee let me toy, I would the Gods would shape thee to a boy, Or me into a man. A man, how then? My sweet lie still, for we are far from men, Lie down again. Your foot I oft have praised, ay and your leg: (nay let your skirt be raised) I'll measure for the wager of a fall, Who hath the greatest great, or smallest small. You are too wanton, and your hand too free. You need not blush to let a woman see. My bareness I have hid from sight of skies, Therefore may bar it any ladies eyes. methinks you should be fat, pray let me feel, Oh God you tickle me. Lend me your hand, And freely taste me, note how I will stand, I am not ticklish. Lord how you woo, We maids may wish much, but can nothing do. I am weary of this toying. Oh but I In this Elysium could both live and die. I can forbear no longer, though my rape Be punished with my head, she shall not scape. Say sweet I were a man. Thus would I rise, And fill the Dales and mountains with my cries. A man! (Oh heaven) to gain Elysium's bliss, I'd not be said that I a man should kiss. Come, let's go wound the Stag. Stay ere you go, Here stands one ready that must strike a do. And thou art she, I am Pelagius King, That thus have singled thee, mine thou shalt be. Gods, Angels, men, help all a maid to free. Maugre them all thouart mine. To do me right, Help fingers, feet, nails, teeth, and all to fight. Not they, nor all Dianae's Angel-train, Were they in sight, this prize away should gain. Young Iupiter doth force this beauteous maid, And after would have made her his bright Queen. But discontent she in the Forest stayed, Loath of Diana's virgins to be seen. Oft did she write, oft send, but all in vain, She never will return to Court again. Eight moons are filled & waned when she grows great And young Ioues issue in her womb doth spring. This day Diana doth her nymphs entreat, Unto a solemn bathing, where they bring deflowered Calisto, note how she would hide That which time found, and great Diana spied. Her crime thus found, she's banished from their crew, And in a cave she childs a valiant son, Called Archas, who doth noble deeds pursue, And by Ioues gift Pelagia's seat hath won, Which after by his worth, and glorious fame, He hath trans-stiled Arcadia by his name. But we return to Titan, who by spies Hath learned, that Saturn hath kept sons alive. He now assembles all his strange allies, And for the crown of Crete intends to strive. Of their success, and fortunes we proceed, Where Titan's sons by youthful Ioue must bleed.
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Thy bosome lend And by thy soft paps let my hand descend. Nay fye what meane you? Pre'the let me toy, I would the Gods would shape thee to a boy, Or me into a man. A man, how then? My sweet lye still, for we are farre from men, Lye downe againe. Your foot I oft haue prais'd, Ey and your legge: (nay let your skirt be rais'd) I'le measure for the wager of a fall, Who hath the greatest great, or smallest small. You are too wanton, and your hand too free. You need not blush to let a woman see. My barenesse I haue hid from sight of skyes, Therefore may barre it any Ladyes eyes. Me thinks you should be fat, pray let me feele, Oh God you tickle me. Lend me your hand, And freely taste me, note how I will stand, I am not ticklish. Lord how you wooe, We maids may wish much, but can nothing do. I am weary of this toying. Oh but I In this Elisium could both liue and dye. I can forbeare no longer, though my rape Be punisht with my head, she shall not scape. Say sweet I were a man. Thus would I rise, And fill the Dales and mountaines with my cryes. A man! (Oh heauen) to gaine Elisiums blisse, I'de not be sayd that I a man should kisse. Come, lets go wound the Stagge. Stay ere you goe, Here stands one ready that must strike a doe. And thou art shee, I am Pelagius King, That thus haue singled thee, mine thou shalt be. Gods, Angels, men, help all a maid to free. Maugre them all th'art mine. To do me right, Helpe fingers, feet, nailes, teeth, and all to fight. Not they, nor all Dianae's Angell-traine, Were they in sight, this prize away should gaine. Yong Iupiter doth force this beauteous maid, And after would haue made her his bright Queene. But discontent she in the Forrest staid, Loath of Diana's virgins to be seene. Oft did she write, oft send, but all in vaine, She neuer will returne to Court againe. Eight moones are fild & wain'd when she grows great And yong Ioues issue in her wombe doth spring. This day Diana doth her Nimphs intreat, Vnto a solemne bathing, where they bring Deflowr'd Calisto, note how she would hide That which time found, and great Diana spide. Her crime thus found, shee's banisht from their crew, And in a caue she childs a valiant sonne, Cal'd Archas, who doth noble deeds pursue, And by Ioues gift Pelagia's seate hath wonne, Which after by his worth, and glorious fame, He hath trans-stil'd Archadia by his name. But we returne to Tytan, who by spyes Hath learn'd, that Saturne hath kept sonnes aliue. He now assembles all his strange allyes, And for the crowne of Creet intends to striue. Of their successe, and fortunes we proceed, Where Tytans sonnes by youthfull Ioue must bleed.