The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 19 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 0.83 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Thou hast Sibylla kept that son alive That only can redeem me from this thraldom, Oh how shall we acquaint young Iupiter, With this his father's hard success in Arms. My care did ever these events foresee. And I have sent to your surviving son, To come unto your rescue; Then great Saturn, In your wives pity seem to applaud the heavens, That make me their relentful minister, In the repairing of your down cast-state. If royal Iupiter be Saturn's son, We shall be either rescued or revenged, And now I shall not dread those Tytanois, That threaten fire and steel. Trust your Sibylla. Thou art my anchor, and the only column That supports Saturn's glory, Oh my Iupiter, On thee the basis of my hopes I erect, And in thy life King Saturn's fame survives. Are messengers dispatched to signify My son of our distress. As far as Epire. Where as we understand, Ioue now remains, Then Titan, and the proud Enceladus, Hyperion and Aegeon with the rest, Of all the earth-bred race we weigh you not, Threaten your worst, let all your eyes spark fire. Your flaming nostrils like Auernus smoke, Your tongues speak thunder, & your armed hands Fling trisulc lightning: Be you Gods above, Or come you with infernal hatred armed, We dread you not: we have a son survives, Shall calm your tempests: beauteous Iuno comfort, And cheer Sibylla, if he undertake Our rescue, we from danger are secure, we in his valour all our lives assure. Fair Prince, for less by your deserts and honour. You cannot be: your fortunes and your birth Are both unknown to me: my two fair daughters As a swathed infant brought you to my Court, But whence, or of what parents you proceed I am merely ignorant. Then am I nothing, And till I know whence my descent hath been, Or from what house derived, I am but air, And no essential substance of a man. Help, help, for heaven sake help, I am pursued, And by my son, that seems to threat my life, Stay that bold lad. What's he? false Iupiter? Calisto, or I much deceive myself. Oh thou most false, most treacherous, and unkind, Behold Calisto by her son pursued, Indeed thy son: this little savage youth Hath lived 'mongst Tigers, lions, Wolves, and Bears, And since his birth partakes their cruelty. Archas his name: since I Diana left, And from her chaste train was divorced, this youth I childed in a cave remote and silent. His nurture was amongst the savages. This day I by misfortune moved his spleen, And he pursued me with revenge and fury, And had I not forsook the shades and forests, And fled for rescue to these walled Towns, He had slain me in his fury: save me then, Let not the son the mother sacrifice Before the father's eye.
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Thou hast Sybilla kept that sonne aliue That onely can redeeme mee from this thraldome, Oh how shall we acquaint yong Iupiter, With this his fathers hard successe in Armes. My care did euer these euents foresee. And I haue sent to your suruiuing sonne, To come vnto your rescue; Then great Saturne, In your wiues pitty seeme to applaude the heauens, That make me their relentfull minister, In the repairing of your downe cast-state. If royall Iupiter be Saturnes sonne, We shall be either rescued or reueng'd, And now I shall not dread those Tytanois, That threaten fire and steele. Trust your Sybilla. Thou art my anchor, and the onely columne That supports Saturnes glory, Oh my Iupiter, On thee the basis of my hopes I erect, And in thy life King Saturnes fame suruiues. Are messengers dispatch'd to signifie My sonne of our distresse. As farre as Epire. Where as we vnderstand, Ioue now remaines, Then Tytan, and the proud Enceladus, Hyperion and Aegeon with the rest, Of all the earth-bread race we wey you not, Threaten your worst, let all your eyes sparke fire. Your flaming nosthrils like Auernus smoake, Your tongues speak thunder, & your armed hands Fling Trisulke lightning: Be you Gods aboue, Or come you with infernall hatred arm'd, We dread you not: we haue a sonne suruiues, Shall calme your tempests: beautious Iuno comfort, And cheare Sybilla, if he vndertake Our rescue, we from danger are secure, Wee in his valour all our liues assure. Faire Prince, for lesse by your desertes and honour. You cannot be: your fortunes and your birth Are both vnknowne to me: my two faire daughters As a swath'd infant brought you to my Court, But whence, or of what parents you proceed I am meerely ignorant. Then am I nothing, And till I know whence my descent hath bene, Or from what house deriu'd, I am but aire, And no essentiall substance of a man. Help, help, for heauen sake help, I am pursu'd, And by my sonne, that seemes to threate my life, Stay that bold lad. What's he? false Iupiter? Calisto, or I much deceiue my selfe. Oh thou most false, most treacherous, and vnkind, Behold Calisto by her sonne pursu'd, Indeed thy sonne: this little sauadge youth Hath liued' mongst Tygers, Lyons, Wolues, and Beares, And since his birth partakes their cruelty. Archas his name: since I Diana left, And from her chast traine was diuorc't, this youth I childed in a caue remote and silent. His nurture was amongst the sauadges. This day I by misfortune mou'd his spleene, And he pursu'd me with reuenge and fury, And had I not forsooke the shades and forrests, And fled for rescue to these walled Townes, He had slaine me in his fury: saue me then, Let not the sonne the mother sacrifice Before the fathers eye.