The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 16 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 0.78 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Now are we strong, our giant Issue grown, Our sons in several kingdoms we have planted, From whence they have derived us brave supplies, From Sicily, and from th' Aegean sea, That of our son Aegeon bears the name. We have assembled infinites of men, To avenge us on proud Saturn's perjury. What I have said to Titan, I'll make good, 'tis rumoured Melliseus' Foster-child He that expulsed me from Pelagia's Crown. And in my high tribunal sits enthroned, Is Saturn's son, and styled Iupiter, (Besides my daughter by his lust deflowered) On us the poor distressed Tytanoyes He hath committed many outrages. All which we'll punish on K. Saturn's head, I that have made th' Aegean confines shake, And with my powerful voice affrighted Heaven: From whose enraged eyes the darkened skies Have borrowed lustre, and Promethian fire, Will fright from Crete the proud Saturnian troup, And thousand hacked and mangled soldiers bring To entomb the glories of the Cretan King. That must be left to great Enceladus, The pride and glory of the Titans host. I that have curbed the billows with a frown, And with a smile have made the Ocean calm, Spurned down huge mountains with my armed foot, And with my shoulders lift the valleys high, Will in the wrinkles of my stormy brow, Bury the glories of the Cretan King, And on his slaughtered bulk brain all his sons. And what shall I do then? Do thou stand still, Whilst I the foes of Titan pash and kill. Am I not eldest from great Titan's loins, The Saturnists hereditary scourge? Leave all these deeds of horror to my hand, I like a Trophy o'er their spoils will stand. Why breath we then? Come arm your sinewy limbs, With rage and fury fright pale pity hence, And drown him in the sweat your bodies still. With hostile industry toss flaming brands About your fleecy locks, to threat their Cities With death and desolation, let your steel Glistering against the sun, daze their bright eyes, That with the dread of our astonishment They may be sunk in Lethe, and their grave May be the dark vault, called oblivious Cave, Are our Ambassadors to Saturn gone, To let him know whence this our war proceeds? Your message hath by this startled th'usurper, Set on them, waste their confines as we march, And let them taste the rage of sword and fire, Th' Alarm's given, and hath by this arrived Even at the walls of Crete, the citadel Where the Cathedral Saturn is enthroned. Warlike Aegeon and Enceladus, Noble Lycaon lend us your assistance To forage as we march, plant desolation Through all this fertile soil, be this your cry; Revenge on Saturn for his perjury.
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Now are we strong, our giant Issue growne, Our sonnes in seuerall kingdomes we haue planted, From whence they haue deriu'd vs braue supplyes, From Sicily, and from th' Aegean sea, That of our sonne Aegeon beares the name. We haue assembled infinites of men, To auenge vs on proud Saturnes periury. What I haue said to Tytan, Il'e make good, Tis rumor'd Melliseus Foster-child He that expulst me from Pelagia's Crowne. And in my high tribunall sits enthron'd, Is Saturnes sonne, and stiled Iupiter, (Besides my daughter by his lust deflowred) On vs the poore distressed Tytanoyes He hath committed many out-rages. All which wee'l punish on K. Saturnes head, I that haue made th' Aegean confines shake, And with my powerfull voyce affrighted Heauen: From whose enraged eyes the darkned skyes Haue borrowed lustre, and Promethian fire, Will fright from Creet the proud Saturnian troope, And thousand hack't and mangled souldiers bring To intombe the glories of the Cretan King. That must be left to great Enceladus, The pride and glory of the Tytans hoast. I that haue curb'd the billowes with a frowne, And with a smile haue made the Ocean calme, Spurn'd downe huge mountains with my armed foot, And with my shoulders lift the vallies high, Wil in the wrinkles of my stormy brow, Bury the glories of the Cretan King, And on his slaughtered bulke braine all his sonnes. And what shall I do then? Do thou stand still, Whil'st I the foes of Tytan pash and kill. Am I not eldest from great Tytans loynes, The Saturnists hereditarie scurdge? Leaue all these deeds of horror to my hand, I like a Trophy ore their spoyles will stand. Why breath we then? Come arme your sinowy limbes, With rage and fury fright pale pitty hence, And drowne him in the sweate your bodies still. With hostile industry tosse flaming brands About your fleecy lockes, to threat their Cities With death and desolation, let your steele Glistring against the sunne, daze their bright eyes, That with the dread of our astonishment They may be sunke in Lethe, and their graue May be the darke vawlt, cal'd obliuious Caue, Are our Embassadors to Saturne gone, To let him know whence this our warre proceedes? Your message hath by this startled th'vsurper, Set on them, waste their confines as we march, And let them tast the rage of sword and fire, Th'Alarm's giuen, and hath by this arriú'd Euen at the wals of Creet, the cittadell Where the Cathedrall Saturne is enthron'd. Warlicke Aegeon and Enceladus, Noble Lycaon lend vs your assistance To forradge as we march, plant desolation Through all this fertile soile, be this your cry; Reuendge on Saturne for his periury.