The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 22 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 0.79 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Whence are you that intrude upon our confines? Or what portend you in these hostile sounds Of clamorous war? Titan's destruction, With all the ruin of his giant race. By what pretence or claim? In right of Saturn: Whom against law the Titans have deposed. What art thou speak'st it? I am Iupiter. King Saturn's son, immediate heir to Crete. There pause, that word disturbs all thy claim, And proves that Titan seats him in his own. If Saturn (as thou sayst) hath sons alive, His oath is broken, and we are justly seized Of Creta's Crown by his late forfeiture. Thy tongue hath spoke thy own destruction, Since whom K. Saturn spared, our swords must kill, And he is come to offer up that life Which hath so long been forfeit. Tyrants no: The heavens preserved me for a further use, To plague your Offspring that afflict the earth, And with your threatenings spurn against the Gods. Now shalt thou pay me for Calisto's wrong, Exiling me, and for dishonouring her. Are you there Cannibal? Man-eating wolf? Lycaon, thou art much beholding to me, I womaned first Calisto, and made thee A grandfather. Dost not thank me for't? See here's the Boy, this is Archadia's King. No more Pelagia now, since thy exile. To thee that stillest thyself K. Saturn's son: Know thou wast doomed before thy birth to die, Thy claim disabled, and in saving thee Thy father hath made forfeit of his Crown. Know Titan I was borne free, as my father, Nor had he power to take that life away That the Gods freely gave me. Tyrants see, Here is that life you by Indenture claim, Seize it, and take it: but before I fall, Death and destruction shall confound you all. Destruction is our vassal, and attends Upon the threatening of our stormy brows. We trifle hours. Arm all your fronts with horror, Your hearts with fury, and your hands with death. Thunder meet thunder, tempests storms defy, Saturn and all his issue this day die. where's now the high and proud Enceladus, To stop the fury of the Adverse foe, Or stay the base flight of our dastard troops? Titan is slain, Hyperion strews the earth, And thousands by the hand of Iupiter Are sent into black darkness. All that stand Sink in the weight of his high jovial hand. To shun whose rage, Aegeon thou must fly. Crete with our hoped conquests all adieu. We must propose new quests, since Saturn's son Hath by his puissance all our camp o'errun. None stir, be all your arms cramped & diseased Your swords unuseful, may your steely glaives Command your hands, and not your sinews them, Till I by single valour have subdued This murderer of my father. Here he stands, That must for death have honour at thy hands. None interrupt us, singly we'll contend, And twixt us two give these rude factions end.
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Whence are you that intrude vpon our confines? Or what portend you in these hostile sounds Of clamorous warre? Tytans destruction, With all the ruin of his giant race. By what pretence or claime? In right of Saturne: Whom against law the Tytans haue depos'd. What art thou speak'st it? I am Iupiter. King Saturnes sonne, immediate heire to Creet. There pause, that word disturbs all thy claime, And proues that Tytan seates him in his owne. If Saturne (as thou say'st) hath sonnes aliue, His oath is broken, and we are iustly seiz'd Of Creta's Crowne by his late forfeiture. Thy tongue hath spoke thy owne destruction, Since whom K. Saturne spar'd, our swords must kill, And he is come to offer vp that life Which hath so long beene forfeit. Tyrants no: The heauens preseru'd me for a further vse, To plague your Off-spring that afflict the earth, And with your threatnings spurne against the Gods. Now shalt thou pay me for Calisto's wrong, Exiling me, and for dishonouring her. Are you there Caniball? Man-eating woolfe? Lycaon, thou art much beholding to me, I woman'd first Calisto, and made thee A grand-father. Dost not thanke me for't? See heer's the Boy, this is Archadia's King. No more Pelagia now, since thy exile. To thee that stil'st thy selfe K. Saturnes sonne: Know thou wast doom'd before thy birth to dye, Thy claime disabled, and in sauing thee Thy father hath made forfeit of his Crowne. Know Tytan I was borne free, as my father, Nor had he power to take that life away That the Gods freely gaue me. Tyrants see, Here is that life you by Indenture claime, Seize it, and take it: but before I fall, Death and destruction shall confound you all. Destruction is our vassaile, and attends Vpon the threatning of our stormy browes. We trifle howers. Arme all your fronts with horror, Your hearts with fury, and your hands with death. Thunder meet thunder, tempests stormes defie, Saturne and all his issue this day dye. Wher's now the high and proud Enceladus, To stop the fury of the Aduerse foe, Or stay the base flight of our dastard troupes? Tytan is slaine, Hyperion strowes the earth, And thousands by the hand of Iupiter Are sent into blacke darknesse. All that stand Sink in the weight of his high Iouiall hand. To shun whose rage, Aegeon thou must flye. Creet with our hoped conquests all adiew. We must propose new quests, since Saturnes sonne Hath by his puissance all our campe ore-runne. None stir, be all your armes cramp't & diseas'd Your swords vn-vsefull, may your steely glaues Command your hands, and not your sinewes them, Till I by single valor haue subdu'd This murderer of my father. Here he stands, That must for death haue honour at thy hands. None interrupt vs, singly wee'l contend, And'twixt vs two giue these rude factions end.