The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 20 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 0.75 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Archas my son, my young son Archas, Jupiter's first borne Oh let me hug thee, and a thousand times Embrace thee in mine arms. Lycaon's grandchild Calisto's son; Oh will you beauteous Lady Forsake the forests and yet live with us? No thou false man, for thy perjurious lusts I have abandoned humane subtleties: There take thy son, and use him like a Prince, Being son unto a Princess. Teach him Arts, And honoured arms. For me: I have abjured All peopled Cities, and betook myself To solitary deserts. Ioue adieu. Thou proving false, no mortal can be true Since she will needs be gone, be pleased then, Wearied with beasts, I long to live 'mongst men. Yet stay Calisto, why wilt thou outrun Thy Iupiter? she gone, welcome my son. My dear son Archas, whom if fortune smile, I will create Lord of a greater style. Save you sir, is your name K. Melliseus We are Melliseus, and the Epire King, Then this letter is to you, but is there not one in your Court, called (let me see) have you here never a gibbet-maker? Sirrah, here's one called Iupiter. ay Iupiter, that's he that I would speak with. Here's another letter to you, but ere you read it, pray let me ask you one question. What's that? Whether you, be a wise child or no? Your reason? Because I would know whether you know your own father, but if you do not, hoping you are in good health, as your father scarce was, at the making hereof, These are to certify you. News of a father! never could such tidings Have glutted me with gladness. For mine own part, though I know not what belongs to the getting of children, yet I know how to father a child, & because I would be loath to have this Parish troubled with you, I bring you news where you were borne. I was the man that laid you at this man's door, & if you will not go home quietly, you shall be sent from Constable to Constable, till you come to the place where you were begot. read further & tell me more. Is Iupiter then mighty Saturn's son? Am I the son of Saturn, King of Crete? My father baffled by the Tytanoys? May all my toward hopes die in my birth, Nor let me ever worthily inherit The name of royalty, if by my valour I prove me not descended royally, I was the man that took pains with you, 'twas I that brought you in the hand-basket. Should I have wished a father through the world, It had been Saturn, or a royal mother, It had been fair Sibylla, Queen of Crete. Great Epire's King, peruse these tragic lines, And in thy wonted bounty grant supplies To free my noble father. Iupiter, as I am Melliseus Epire's King, Thou shalt have free assistance.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Archas my sonne, my yong son Archas, Iupiters first borne Oh let me hugge thee, and a thousand times Embrace thee in myne armes. Lycaons grand-child Calisto's sonne; Oh will you beauteous Lady Forsake the forrests and yet liue with vs? No thou false man, for thy periurious lusts I haue abandoned humaine subtelties: There take thy sonne, and vse him like a Prince, Being sonne vnto a Princesse. Teach him Arts, And honoured armes. For me: I haue abiur'd All peopled Citties, and betooke my selfe To solitary desetts. Ioue adue. Thou prouing false, no mortall can be ttue Since she will needs be gone, be pleased then, Weari'd with beasts, I long to liue 'mongst men. Yet stay Calisto, why wilt thou out-runne Thy Iupiter? Shee gone, welcome my sonne. My deere sonne Archas, whom if fortune smile, I will create Lord of a greater stile. Saue you sir, is your name K. Melliseus We are Melliseus, and the Epire King, Then this letter is to you, but is there not one in your Court, cal'd (let me see) haue you here neuer a gibbit-maker? Sirra, here's one cal'd Iupiter. Ey Iupiter, that's he that I would speake with. Here's another letter to you, but ere you reade it, pray let me aske you one question. What's that? Whether you, be a wise child or no? Your reason? Because I would know whether you know your own father, but if you do not, hoping you are in good health, as your father scarce was, at the making hereof, These are to certify you. Newes of a father! neuer could such tydings Haue glutted me with gladnesse. For mine owne part, though I know not what belongs to the getting of cbildren, yet I know how to father a child, & because I would be loath to haue this Parish troubled with you, I bring you newes where you were borne. I was the man that laid you at this mans dore, & if you will not go home quietly, you shall be sent from Constable to Constable, till you come to the place where you were begot. Reade further & tell me more. Is Iupiter then mighty Saturns sonne? Am I the sonne of Saturne, King of Creet? My father baffled by the Tytanoys? May all my toward hopes die in my birth, Nor let me euer worthily inherite The name of royalty, if by my valour I proue me not discended royally, I was the man that tooke paines with you, 'twas I that brought you in the hand-basket. Should I haue wisht a father through the world, It had bene Saturne, or a royall mother, It had bene faire Sybilla, Queene of Creet. Great Epires King, peruse these tragicke lines, And in thy wonted bounty grant supplies To free my noble father. Iupiter, as I am Melliseus Epyres King, Thou shalt haue free assistance.