The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 33 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 0.77 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
I would I were out of this tower of Brass, & from all these brazen faced Beldames: if we should fall asleep, and the King come and take us napping, where were we? My Lord stays long, & the night grows short, the thing you wot of hath cost him a simple sort of jewels. But if after all this cost, the thing you wot of would not do: If the peddler should show himself a piddler, he hath brought his hog's to a fair market. Fie upon it, what a snorting forward and backward these Beldames keep? But let them sleep on, some in the house I am sure are awake, and stirring too, or I miss my aim. Well, here must I sit and wait the good hour, till the gate be open, and suffer my eyes to do that, which I am sure my cloak never will, that is, to take nap. Alas my Lord I never loved till now, And will you leave me? Beauteous Queen I must, But thus conditioned; to return again, With a strong army to redeem you hence, In spite of Argos, and Acrisius, That dooms you to this bondage. Then farewell, No sooner meet but part? Remember me: For you great Prince I never shall forget! I fear you have left too sure a token with me Of your remembrance. Danae, be't a son, It shall be ours when we have Argos won. But should you fail? I sooner should forget My name, my state, then fail to pay this debt, The day-star 'gins t'appear, the Beldame's stir, Ready t'unlock the gate, fair Queen adieu. All men prove false, if Ioue be found untrue. My man? My Lord. Some cloud to cover me, throw o'er my shoulders Some shadow for this state, the Crones are up, And wait t'unprison us, nay quickly fellow. Here My Lord, cast your old cloak about you. Where be these peddlers? nay quickly, for heaven sake: the gate is open, nay when? farewell my honest friends, and do our humble duties to the great King Iupiter. King Iupiter shall know your gratitude, Farewell. Nay, when I say farewell, farewell. Farewell good Minivers. Fair Danae doth his richest jewel wear. That son of whom the Oracle foretold Which cost both mother and the grandsire dear Whose fortunes further leisure shall unfold: Think Iupiter returned to Crete in haste, To levy arms for Danae's free release, (But hindered) till the time be fully passed, For Saturn once more will disturb his peace. The exiled Saturn by King Troos is aided, Troos that gave Troy her name, and there reigned King, Crete by the help of Ganimed's invaded, Even at that time when Ioue should succours bring To rescue Danae, and that warlike power, Must now his native Territories guard, Which should have brought her from the brazen tower, (For to that end his forces were prepared) We grow now towards our port and wished bay, Gentles your love, and Homer cannot stray. Whence are these warlike preparations, Made by the King our brother.
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I would I were out of this tower of Brasse, & from all these brazen fac't Beldams: if we should fall asleepe, and the King come and take vs napping, where were we? My Lord staies long, & the night growes short, the thing you wot of hath cost him a simple sort of Iewels. But if after all this cost, the thing you wot of would not do: If the pedler should shew himselfe a pidler, he hath brought his hog's to a faire market. Fye vpon it, what a snorting forward and backeward these Beldams keep? But let them sleepe on, some in the house I am sure are awake, and stirring too, or I misse my aime. Well, here must I sit and waite the good howre, till the gate be open, and suffer my eyes to do that, which I am sure my cloake neuer will, that is, to take nap. Alasse my Lord I neuer lou'd till now, And will you leaue me? Beauteous Queene I must, But thus condition'd; to returne againe, With a strong army to redeeme you hence, In spight of Arges, and Acrisius, That doom's you to this bondage. Then fare-well, No sooner meete but part? Remember me: For you great Prince I neuer shall forget! I feare you haue left too sure a token with me Of your remembrance. Danae, be't a sonne, It shall be ours when we haue Arges wonne. But should you faile? I sooner should forget My name, my state, then faile to pay this debt, The day-starre' gins t'appeare, the Beldams stir, Ready t'vnlocke the gate, faire Queene adue. All men proue false, if Ioue be found vntrue. My man? My Lord. Some cloud to couer mee, throw or'e my shoulders Some shadow for this state, the Crones are vp, And waite t'vnprison vs, nay quickly fellow. Here My Lord, cast your old cloake about you. Where be these Pedlers? nay quickly, for heauen sake: the gate is open, nay when? fare-well my honest friends, and do our humble duties to the great King Iupiter. King Iupiter shall know your gratitude, Farewell. Nay, when I say fare-well, fare-well. Farewell good Miniuers. Faire Danae doth his richest Iewell weare. That sonne of whom the Oracle foretold Which cost both mother and the grand-sire deare Whose fortunes further leasure shall vnfold: Thinke Iupiter return'd to Creet in hast, To leuy armes for Danaes free release, (But hindred) till the time be fully past, For Saturne once more will disturbe his peace. The exil'd Saturne by King Troos is aided, Troos that gaue Troy her name, and there raigned King, Creet by the helpe of Ganimed's inuaded, Euen at that time when Ioue should succors bring To rescue Danae, and that warlike power, Must now his natiue Teritories guard, Which should haue brought her from the brazen tower, (For to that end his forces were prepar'd) We grow now towards our port and wished bay, Gentles your loue, and Homer cannot stray. Whence are these warlike preparations, Made by the King our brother.