The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 25 of 36
Heywood, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Nay hand him Lords, he is your kinsman too. Archas my son, of fair Calisto borne, I hope fair Iuno it offends not you, It was before your time. she was a strumpet. She shall be a Star. And all the queens and beauteous maids on earth That are renowned for high perfections, We'll woe and win, we were borne to sway and rule. Nor shall the name of wife be curb to us. Or snaffle in our pleasures. Beauteous Io, And fair Europa, have by out transhapes, And guiles of love already been deflowered, Nor lives she that is worthy our desires, But we can charm with courtship. Royal brothers what news of note is rumoured in those Realms, Through which you made your travels? Have you heard Of great Acrisius, the brave Argos King, And of his daughter Danae. His renown, And her fair beauty oft hath pierced our ears. Nor can we be at peace, till we behold That face fame hath so blazed on. What of her? Of her enclosure in the Darreine Tower, Girt with a triple Mure of shining brass. Have you not heard? But we desire it highly. What marble wall, or Adamantine gate, What Fort of steel, or Castle forged from brass, Love cannot scale? or beauty not break through? Discourse the novel Neptune. Thus it was. The Queen of Argos going great, the King Sends (as the custom is) to th'Oracle, To know what fortunes shall betide the babe. Answer's returned by Phoebus and his Priests: The Queen shall child a daughter beautiful, Who when she grows to years, shall then bring forth A valiant Princely boy, yet such a one That shall the King his grandsire turn to stone. Danae is borne, and as she grows to ripeness, So grew her father's fear: and to prevent His ominous fate pronounced by th'oracle, He moulds this brazen Tower, impregnable Both for the seat and guard: yet beautiful As is the gorgeous palace of the Sun. Ill doth Acrisius to contend and war Against th'unchanging Fates, I'll scale that Towers: Or rain down millions in a golden shower. I long to be the father of that babe, Begot on Danae, that shall prove so brave, And turn the dotard to his marble grave. 'tis cast already: Fate be thou my guide, Whilst for this amorous journey I provide. But is the Lady there immured, and closed From all society and sight of man? So full of jealous fears is King Acrisius, That, save himself, no man must near the Fort. Only a guard of Beldames past their lusts, Unsensible of love, or amorous pity, Partly by bribes hired, partly curbed with threats, Are guard unto this bright imprisoned dame. Too pitiless, and too obdures the King, To cloister beauty from the sight of man. But this concerns not us.
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Nay hand him Lords, he is your kinsman too. Archas my sonne, of faire Calisto borne, I hope faire Iuno it offends not you, It was before your time. Shee was a strumpet. Shee shall be a Starre. And all the Qeenes and beautious maides on earth That are renown'd for high perfections, We'l woe and winne, wee were borne to sway and rule. Nor shall the name of wife be curbe to vs. Or snaffle in our pleasures. Beauteous Io, And faire Europa, haue by out transhapes, And guiles of loue already bene deflour'd, Nor liues shee that is worthy our desires, But we can charme with court-ship. Royal brothers what newes of note is rumor'd in those Realmes, Through which you made your trauels? Haue you heard Of great Acrisius, the braue Arges King, And of his daughter Danae. His renowne, And her faire beauty oft hath peirc't our eares. Nor can we be at peace, till we behold That face fame hath so blazd on. What of her? Of her inclosure in the Darreine Tower, Guirt with a triple Mure of shining brasse. Haue you not heard? But we desire it highly. What marble wall, or Adamantine gate, What Fort of steele, or Castle forg'd from brasse, Loue cannot scale? or beauty not breake through? Discourse the nouell Neptune. Thus it was. The Queene of Arges going great, the King Sends (as the custome is) to th'Oracle, To know what fortunes shall betide the babe. Answer's return'd by Phoebus and his Priests: The Queene shall childe a daughter beautifull, Who when she growes to yeares, shall then bring forth A valiant Princely boy, yet such a one That shall the King his grandsire turne to stone. Danae is borne, and as she growes to ripenesse, So grew her fathers feare: and to preuent His ominous fate pronounc'd by th'Otacle, He mowlds this brazen Tower, impregnable Both for the seat and guard: yet beautifull As is the gorgeous palace of the Sunne. Ill doth Acrisius to contend and warre Against th'unchanging Fates, Il'e scale that Towers: Or raine downe millions in a golden shower. I long to be the father of that babe, Begot on Danae, that shall proue so braue, And turne the dotard to his marble graue. Tis cast already: Fate be thou my guide, Whil'st for this amorous iourney I prouide. But is the Lady there immur'd, and clos'd From all society and sight of man? So full of iealous feares is King Acrisius, That, saue himselfe, no man must neere the Fort. Only a guard of Beldams past their lusts, Vnsensible of loue, or amorous pitty, Partly by bribes hir'd, partly curb'd with threats, Are guard vnto this bright imprisoned dame. Too pittilesse, and too obdur's the King, To cloyster beauty from the sight of man. But this concernes not vs.