The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 29 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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Admirable! The best that e'er I saw! I'll run and show mine to my Lady. Shut the gate for fear the King come, and if he ring clap the peddlers into some of you old rotten corners. And hath K. Iupiter been at all this cost? he's a courteous Prince, & bountiful. Keep you the peddler company, my Lady shall see mine too. Mean you the Princess Danae? I have tokens from Iupiter to her too. Run, run, you that have the best legs, and tell my Lady. But have you any more of the same? Have we quoth he? We have things about us, we have not showed yet, and that every one must not see, would make those few teeth in your head to water, I would have you think, I have worn too as well as my Master. Yonder's my Lady. Nay never be abashed peddler, There's a face will become thy jewels, as well as any face in Crete or Argos either. Now your token. I have lost it. 'tis my heart, beauty of Angels, Thou art o'er matched, earth may contend with heaven, Nature thou hast to make one complete creature Cheated even all mortality. This face Hath robbed the morning of her blush, the lily Of her blanched whiteness, and like theft committed Upon my soul: she is all admiration. But in her eyes I ne'er saw perfect lustre. There is no treasure upon earth but yonder. she is! (oh I shall lose myself) Nay Sir, take heed you be not smelled out. I am myself again. Did he bestow these freely? Dana's guard Are much indebted to King Iupiter. If he have store we'll buy some for our use, And wearing. They are wondrous beautiful, Where's the man that brought them? Here forsooth Lady, hold up your head and blush not, my Lady will not hurt thee, I warrant thee. This jewel Madam did King Iupiter Command me to leave here for Danae. Are you so styled? If sent to Danae, 'Tis due to me. And would the King of Crete, Knew with what gratitude we take his gift. madam he shall. Sirrah set ope your pack, And what the Ladies like let them take freely. Much have I heard of his renown in arms, His generousness, his virtues, and his fullness Of all that Nature can bequeath to man. His bounty I now taste, and I could wish, Your ear were his, that I might let him know What interest he hath in me to command, His ear is mine, let me command you then. Behold I am the Cretan, Iupiter, That rate your beauty above all these gems. What cannot love, what dares not love attempt? Despite Acrisius and his armed guards, Hither my love hath brought me to receive Or life or death from you, only from you.
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Admirable! The best that e're I saw! I'l run and shew mine to my Lady. Shut the gate for feare the King come, and if he ring clap the Pedlers into some of you old rotten corners. And hath K. Iupiter bene at all this cost? hee's a courteous Prince, & bountifull. Keepe you the pedler cōpany, my Lady shall see mine too. Meane you the Princesse Danae? I haue tokens from Iupiter to her too. Runne, runne, you that haue the best legges, and tell my Lady. But haue you any more of the same? Haue we quoth he? We haue things about vs, wee haue not shewed yet, and that euery one must not see, would make those few teeth in your head to water, I would haue you thinke, I haue ware too as well as my Mayster. Yonder's my Lady. Nay neuer bee abasht Pedler, There's a face will become thy iewels, as well as any face in Creet or Arges either. Now your token. I haue lost it. Tis my heart, beauty of Angels, Thou art o're matcht, earth may contend with heauen, Nature thou hast to make one compleate creature Cheated euen all mortality. This face Hath rob'd the morning of her blush, the lilly Of her blanch't whitnes, and like theft committed Vpon my soule: shee is all admiration. But in her eyes I ne're saw perfect lustre. There is no treasure vpon earth but yonder. Shee is! (oh I shall loose my selfe) Nay Sir, take heed you be not smelt out. I am my selfe againe. Did hee bestow these freely? Dana's guard Are much indebted to King Iupiter. If he haue store wee'l buy some for our vse, And wearing. They are wondrous beautifull, Where's the man that brought them? Here forsooth Lady, hold vp your head and blush not, my Lady will not hurt thee, I warrant thee. This iewell Madam did King Iupiter Command me to leaue heere for Danae. Are you so sti'ld? If sent to Danae, 'Tis due to me. And would the King of Creet, Knew with what gratitude we take his gift. Madame he shall. Sirrah set ope your pack, And what the Ladies like let them take freely. Much haue I heard of his renowne in armes, His generousnesse, his vertues, and his fulnesse Of all that Nature can bequeath to man. His bounty I now tast, and I could wish, Your eare were his, that I might let him know What interest he hath in me to command, His eare is myne, let me command you then. Behold I am the Cretan, Iupiter, That rate your beauty aboue all these gems. What cannot loue, what dares not loue attempt? Despight Acrisius and his armed guards, Hether my loue hath brought me to receiue Or life or death from you, onely from you.