The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 24 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 0.78 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
O blind ambition and desire of rain, What horrid mischief wilt not thou devise? The appetite of rule, and thirst of reign Besots the foolish, and corrupts the wise. Behold a King suspicious of his son, Pursues his innocent life, and without cause. Oh blind ambition what hast thou not done Against religion, zeal and nature's laws? But men are borne their own fates to pursue, Gods will be Gods, and Saturn finds it true. Saturn against his son his force extended, And would have slain him by his tyrannous hand, Whilst Iupiter alone his life defended. But when no prayers his fury could withstand, He used his force, his father drove from Crete, And as the Oracle before had told Usurped the Crown, the Lords kneel at his feet, And Saturn's fortunes are to exile sold. But leaving him, of Danae that bright lass, How amorous Ioue first wrought her to his power, How she was closed in a fort of brass, And how he scaled it in a golden shower, Of these we next must speak, courteous and wise, Help with your hands, for Homer wants his eyes. Our unkind father double tyrannous, To prosecute the virtues of his son, Hath sought his own Fate, and by his ingratitude Left to our head th'imperial wreath of Crete: Which gladly we receive. Neptune from Athens, And Pluto from the lower Tartarie Both welcome to the Cretan Iupiter. Those Stars that governed our nativity, And stripped our fortunes from the hand of death, Shall guard us and maintain us. Noble Saturn, Famous in all things, and degenerate only, In that inhuman practise 'gainst his sons, Is fled us, whom we came to visit freely, And filial duties to express. Great Athens The nurse and fostress of my infancy, I have instructed in the seaman's craft. And taught them truly how to sail by stars Besides the unruly jennet I have tamed And trained him to the saddle for my practice. The horse to me is solely consecrate. I from the bounds of lower Tartarie Have travelled to the fertile plains of Crete. Nor am I less in lustre of my fame, Than Neptune, or renowned Iupiter. Those barren Kingdoms I have riched with spoils, And not a people traffics in those worlds, For wealth or treasure, but we custom them, And they enrich our coffers: our armed guards Prey on their Camels, and their laden Mules, And Pluto's through the world renowned & feared. And since we have missed of Saturn lately fled, It glads me yet, I freely may survey The honours of my brother Iupiter. And beauteous Iuno, Empress of all hearts Whom Neptune thus embraceth. So doth Pluto. All divine honours crown the royal temples Of my two famous brothers. King Melliseus welcome them to Crete. Archas do you the like. Princes your hands. You are my royal uncles.
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O blind ambition and desire of raine, What horri'd mischiefe wilt not thou deuise? The appetite of rule, and thirst of raigne Besots the foolish, and corrupts the wise. Behold a King suspicious of his sonne, Pursues his innocent life, and without cause. Oh blind ambition what hast thou not done Against religion, zeale and natures lawes? But men are borne their owne fates to pursue, Gods will be Gods, and Saturne finds it true. Saturne against his sonne his force extended, And would haue slaine him by his tyrannous hand, Whilst Iupiter alone his life defended. But when no prayers his fury could withstand, Hee vs'd his force, his father droue from Creet, And as the Oracle before had told Vsurpt the Crowne, the Lords kneele at his feete, And Saturnes fortunes are to exile sold. But leauing him, of Danae that bright lasse, How amorous Ioue first wrought her to his power, How shee was closed in a fort of brasse, And how he skal'd it in a golden showre, Of these we next must speake, curtious and wise, Help with your hands, for Homer wants his eyes. Our vnkind father double tyrannous, To prosecute the vertues of his sonne, Hath sought his owne Fate, and by his ingratitude Left to our head th'Imperiall wreath of Creet: Which gladly we receiue. Neptune from Athens, And Pluto from the lower Tartarie Both welcome to the Cretan Iupiter. Those Starres that gouern'd our natiuity, And stript our fortunes from the hand of death, Shall guard vs and maintaine vs. Noble Saturne, Famous in all things, and degenerate onely, In that inhumaine practise'gainst his sonnes, Is fled vs, whom we came to visite freely, And filiall duties to expresse. Great Athens The nurse and fostresse os my infancy, I haue instructed in the sea-mans craft. And taught them truely how to saile by starres Besides the vnruly Iennet I haue tam'd And train'd him to the saddle for my practise. The horse to mee is soly consecrate. I from the bounds of lower Tartarie Haue trauel'd to the fertile plaines of Creet. Nor am I lesse in lustre of my same, Then Neptune, or renowned Iupiter. Those barren Kingdomes I haue richt with spoiles, And not a people trafficks in those worlds, For wealth or treasure, but we custome them, And they inrich our coffers: our arm'd guards Prey on their Camels, and their laden Mules, And Pluto's through the world renown'd & fear'd. And since we haue mist of Saturne lately fled, It glads me yet, I freely may suruey The honours of my brother Iupiter. And beauteous Iuno, Empresse of all hearts Whom Neptune thus embraceth. So doth Pluto. All diuine honours crowne the royal temples Of my two famous brothers. King Melliseus welcome them to Creet. Archas do you the like. Princes your hands. You are my royall vnckles.