The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 18 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 0.80 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Amazement, war, the threatening Oracle, All muster strange perplexions 'bout my brain, And rob me of the true ability Of my direct conceivements. Doubt, and war. Titan's invasion, and my jealousy; Make me unfit for answer. Royal Saturn, 'Twas pity in the Queen so to preserve them. Your strictness slew them, they are dead in you, And in the pity of your Queen survive. Divine assistance plunge me from these troubles, Mortality here fails me, I am wrapped In millions of confusions. Arm, great Saturn, Thy City's burne: a general massacre Threatens thy people. The big Tytanoys Blow up thy Land with their invasive steel. A huge unnumbered army is at hand, To set upon thy Camp. All my disturbances Convert to rage, and make my spleen as high As is their topless fury, to encounter With equal force and vengeance. Go Sibilla, Convey my beauteous Iuno to the place Of our best strength, whilst we contend in Arms For this rich Cretan wreath: the battle done, And they confined, we'll treat of these affairs. Perhaps our love may with this breach dispense, But first to Arms, to beat th'intruders hence. Enter Titan, Lycaon, Enceladus, Egeon. Saturn gives back, and begins to leave the field. Pursue him then unto that place of strength, Which the proud Cretans hold impregnable. This gigantomachia be eternized For our affright and terror: If they fly, Toss rocks, and tops of Mountains after them To stumble them, or else entomb them quick. They have already got into the town, And barricadoed 'gainst us their Iron gates. What means then shall we find to startle them? What, but to spurn down their offensive mures? To shake in two their Adamantine gates, Their marble columns by the ground fills tear, And kick their ruined walls as high as heaven? Pursue them to their gates, and 'bout their City Plant a strong siege. Now Saturn all my sufferances Shall on thy head fall heavy, we'll not spare Old man or babe. The Titans all things dare. The heavens have for our barbarous cruelty Done in the murder of our first borne Ops, poured on our head this vengeance. Where, oh where Shall we find rescue? Patience royal Saturn. Bid Wolves be mild, and Tigers pitiful, Command the Libyan lion's abstinence, Teach me to mollify the Corsic rock, Or make the Mount Chymera passable. What Monarch wrapped in my confusions, Can tell what patience means? Oh royal Father! Oh either teach me rescue from these troubles, Or bid me everlastingly, ay ever Sink in despair and horror, Oh my Lord, You have from your own loins issue reserved, that may redeem all these calamities. Issue from us? From Saturn and Sibylla. That royal Prince King of Pelagia, And famous Melliseus' foster-child, Whom all the world styles by the noble name Of Iupiter, he is King Saturn's son.
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Amazement, warre, the threatning Oracle, All muster strange perplexions 'bout my braine, And robbe me of the true ability Of my direct conceiuements. Doubt, and warre. Tytans inuasion, and my ielousie; Make me vnfit for answere. Royall Saturne, 'Twas pitty in the Queene so to preserue them. Your strictnesse slew them, they are dead in you, And in the pitty of your Queene suruiue. Diuine assistance plunge me from these troubles, Mortality here failes me, I am wrapt In millions of confusions. Arme, great Saturne, Thy Cities burne: a generall massacre Threatens thy people. The bigge Tytanoys Plow vp thy Land with their inuasiue steele. A huge vn-numbred army is at hand, To set vpon thy Campe. All my disturbances Conuert to rage, and make my spleene as high As is their toplesse fury, to incounter With equall force and vengeance. Go Sibilla, Conuey my beauteous Iuno to the place Of our best strength, whil'st we contend in Armes For this rich Cretan wreath: the battel done, And they confin'd, wee'l treat of these affaires. Perhaps our loue may with this breach dispence,, But first to Armes, to beate th'intruders hence. Enter Tytan, Lycaon, Enceladus, Egeon. Saturne giues backe, and 'gins to leaue the field. Pursue him then vnto that place of strength, Which the proud Cretans hold impregnable. This Gigomantichia be eternis'd For our affright and terror: If they flye, Tosse rockkes, and toppes of Mountaines after them To stumble them, or else entombe them quicke. They haue already got into the towne, And barricadoed' gainst vs their Iron gates. What meanes then shall we finde to startle them? What, but to spurn down their offenciue mures? To shake in two their Adamantine gates, Their marble columnes by the ground sylls teare, And kicke their ruin'd walles as high as heauen? Pursue them to their gates, and 'bout their Citie Plant a strong siege. Now Saturne all my suffrances Shall on thy head fall heauy, wee'l not spare Old man or babe. The Tytans all things dare. The heauens haue for our barbarous cruelty Done in the murther of our first borne Ops, Powr'd on our head this vengeance. Where, oh where Shall we finde rcscue? Patience royall Saturne. Bid Woolues be milde, and Tygers pittiful, Command the Libian Lions abstinence, Teach me to mollifie the Corsicke rocke, Or make the Mount Chymera passable. What Monarch wrapt in my confusions, Can tell what patience meanes? Oh royall Father! Oh either teach me rescue from these troubles, Or bid me euerlastingly, ey euer Sinke in despaire and horror, Oh my Lord, You haue from your owne loines issue reserued, that may redeeme all these calamities. Issue from vs? From Saturne and Sybilla. That royall Prince King of Pelagia, And famous Melliseus foster-child, Whom all the world stiles by the noble name Of Iupiter, hee is King Saturnes sonne.