The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 21 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 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Come then, Arm, Assemble all the powers that we can levy. Archas, we make thee of Pelagia King, As King Lycaon's grandchild, and the son Of fair Calisto. Let that Clime henceforth Be called Arcadia, and usurp thy name. Go then and press th'Arcadians to the rescue Of royal Saturn, this great King and I Will lead th'Epyrians. Fail me not to meet, To redeem Saturn, and to rescue Crete. I have no mind to this buffeting: I'll walk after fair and softly, in hope that all the buffeting may be done before I come. Whether had I better go home by land, or by sea? If I go by land, and miscarry, than I go the way of all flesh. If I go by sea and miscarry, than I go the way of all fish: I am not yet resolved. But howsoever, I have done my message so cleanly, that they cannot say, the messenger is bereaved of any thing that belongs to his message. Down treacherous Lord, and be our footpace now To ascend our high tribunal. where's that Godhead With which the people Aueeed thee to heaven? 'Tis sunk into the deep Abysm of hell. Tear from his head the golden wreath of Crete. Tread on his captive bulk, and with thy weight Great Titan, sink him to the infernal shades, So low, that with his trunk, his memory May be extinct in Lethe. More than tyrannous To triumph o'er the weak, and to oppress The low dejected. Let your cruelty Be the sad period of my wretchedness: Only preserve my lovely Iuno's life, And give Sibilla freedom, By these Gods. We neither fear nor value, but contend To equal in our actions: both shall die. There shall no proud Saturnian live, to brave The meanest of the high-born Tytanoys. Raze from the earth their hateful memory, And let the blood of Titan sway the earth. Speak, are the ports and confines strongly armed 'Gainst all invasions? Who dares damage us? Let all the passages be open left, Unguarded let our ports and havens lie. All danger we despise, mischance or dread We hold in base contempt. Conquest is ours. Maugre divine, or base terrestrial powers. Arm royal Titan, Arm Enceladus, A pale of brandished steel hath girt thy land. From the earth's Caverns break infernal fires, To make thy villages and hamlets burn. Tempestuous ruin in the shape of war Clouds all thy populous kingdom, At my heels Confusion dogs me, and the voice of death Still thunders in mine ears. Is't possible? Bear Saturn first to prison we'll after parley them. Come Angels armed, or Devils clad in flames, Our fury shall repel them. Come they girt With power celestial, or infernal rage, we'll stand their fierce opposure. Royal Titan, Aegeon and Hyperion, don your arms, Bravely advance your strong orbicular shields, And in your right hands brandish your bright steel. Drown your affrightments in th'amazed sounds Of martial thunder (dispassioned deep) we'll stand them, be they Gods; (if men,) expel Their strengthless force, and stound them low as hell,
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Come then, Arme, Assemble all the powers that we can leauy. Archas, we make thee of Pelagia King, As King Lycaons Gran-childe, and the sonne Of faire Calisto. Let that Clime henceforth Be cal'd Arcadia, and vsurpe thy name. Go then and presse th'Arcadians to the rescue Of royall Saturne, this great King and I Will lead th'Epyrians. Faile me not to meet, To redeeme Saturne, and to rescue Creet. I haue no mind to this buffeting: Il'e walke after faire and softly, in hope that all the buffeting may be done before I come. Whether had I better go home by land, or by sea? If I go by land, and mis-carry, then I go the way of all flesh. If I go by sea and mis-carry, then I go the way of all fish: I am not yet resolu'd. But howsoeuer, I haue done my message so cleanly, that they cannot say, the messenger is be-reau'd of any thing that belongs to his message. Downe trecherous Lord, and be our foot-pace now To ascend our high tribunall. Wher's that God-head With which the people Auee'd thee to heauen? 'Tis sunke into the deep Abysme of hell. Teare from his head the golden wreath of Creet. Tread on his captiue bulke, and with thy weight Great Tytan, sinke him to the infernall shades, So low, that with his trunke, his memory May be extinct in Lethe. More then tyrannous To triumph or'e the weake, and to oppresse The low deiected. Let your cruelty Be the sad period of my wretchednesse: Onely preserue my louely Iuno's life, And giue Sibilla freedome, By these Gods. We neither feare nor value, but contend To equall in our actions: both shall dye. There shall no proud Saturnian liue, to braue The meanest of the high-borne Tytanoyes. Raze from the earth their hatefull memory, And let the bloud of Tytan sway the earth. Speake, are the ports and confines strongly arm'd 'Gainst all inuasions? Who dares damadge vs? Let all the passages be open left, Vnguarded let our ports and hauens lye. All danger we despise, mischance or dread We hold in base contempt. Conquest is ours. Maugre diuine, or base terrestriall powers. Arme royall Titan, Arme Enceladus, A pale of brandisht steele hath girt thy land. From the earths Cauernes breake infernall fires, To make thy villages and hamlets burne. Tempestuous ruin in the shape of warre Clowds all thy populous kingdome, At my heeles Confusion dogges me, and the voyce of death Still thunders in mine eares. Ist possible? Beare Saturne first to prison Wee'l after parly them. Come Angels arm'd, or Diuels'clad in flames, Our fury shall repell them. Come they girt With power celestiall, or infernall rage, Wee'l stand their fierce opposure. Royall Titan, Aegeon and Hyperion, d'on your armes, Brauely aduance your strong orbicular shields, And in your right hands brandish your bright steele. Drowne your affrightments in th'amazed sounds Of martiall thunder (Diapason'd deep) Wee'l stand them, be they Gods; (if men,) expell Their strengthles force, and stownd them low as hell,