The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 34 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 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
'Tis given out, To conquer Argos. But my sister Iuno Suspects some amorous purpose in the King? And blame her not, the fair Europa's rape, Brought from Agenor, and the Cadmian rape, Io the daughter of old Inachus, Deflowered by him; the lovely Semele, Fair Leda daughter to King Tyndarus With many more, may breed a just suspect, Nor hath he spared fair Ceres' Queen of Grain, Who bore to him the bright Proserpina. (she Such scapes may breed just fears, & what knows But these are to surprise fair Danae. Arm royal brothers, Creet's too small an I'll, To comprehend our greatness, we must add Argos and Greece to our Dominions. And all the petty Kingdoms of the earth, Shall pay their homage unto Saturn's son, This day we'll take a muster of our forces, And forward make for Argos. All Arcadia Assemble to this purpose. Then set on. The Eagle in our ensign we'll display, Ioue and his fortunes guide us in our way. Whether intends the King this warlike (march? For Argos and Acrisius. Rather guard, Your native confines, see upon your Coast, Saturn with thirty thousand Trojans landed And in his aid King Troos and Ganymede. In never worse time could the Tyrant come Then now, to break my faith with Danae. Oh beauteous love, I fear Acrisius' ire Will with severest censure chastise thee, And thou wilt deem me faithless and unkind For promise-breach, (but what we must we must) Come valiant Lords, we'll first our own defend Ere against foreign climes our arm extend. Degenerate boys, base bastards, not my sons, Behold the death we threatened in your Cradles We come to give you now. See here King Troos In pity of deposed Saturn's wrongs, Is come in person to chastise your pride, And be the heavens relentless justicer. Not against Saturn as a Father, we, But as a murderer, lift our opposite hands. Nature and heaven gives us this privilege, To guard our lives 'gainst tyrants and invaders, That claim we, as we're men, we would but live: Then take not from us, what you cannot give. Where hath not Saturn's fame abroad been spread For many uses he hath given to man; As Navigation, Tillage, Archery, Weapons and gold? yet you for all these uses Deprive him of his kingdom. We but save Our Innocent bodies from th'abortive grave, We are his sons, let Saturn be content To let us keep what Heaven and Nature lent. Those filial duties you so much forget We come to teach you. Royal Kings to arms, Give Ganymede the onset of this battle, That being a son knows how to lecture them, And chastise their transgressions. Ganymede, It shall be so, power out your spleen and rage On our proud Issue. Let the thirsty soil Of barren Crete quaff their degenerate bloods, And surfeit in their sins. All Saturn's hopes And fortunes are engaged upon this day. It is our last, and all, be't our endeavour To win't for ay, or else to lose it ever. Our Trojans are repulsed, where's Ganymede?
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'Tis giuen out, To conquer Arges. But my sister Iuno Suspects some amorous purpose in the King? And blame her not, the faire Europaes rape, Brought from Aegenor, and the Cadmian rape, Io the daughter of old Inachus, Deflour'd by him; the louely Semele, Faire Laeda daughter to King Tyndarus With many more, may breed a iust suspect, Nor hath hee spar'd faire Ceres Queene of Graine, Who bare to him the bright Proserpina. (shee Such scapes may breed iust feares, & what knowes But these are to surprise faire Danae. Arme royall brothers, Creet's too small an Ile, To comprehend our greatnesse, we must adde Arges and Greece to our Dominions. And all the petty Kingdomes of the earth, Shall pay their homage vnto Saturnes sonne, This day wee'l take a muster of our forces, And forward make for Arges. All Archadia Assemble to this purpose. Then set on. The Eagle in our ensigne wee'l display, Ioue and his fortunes guide vs in our way. Whether intends the King this warlike (march? For Arges and Acrisius. Rather guard, Your natiue confines, see vpon your Coast, Saturne with thirty thousand Troians landed And in his aid King Troos and Ganimed. In neuer worse time could the Tyrant come Then now, to breake my faith with Danae. Oh beauteous loue, I feare Acrisius ire Will with seuerest censure chastice thee, And thou wilt deeme me faithlesse and vnkinde For promise-breach, (but what we must we must) Come valiant Lords, wee'l first our owne defend Ere against forreine climes our arme extend. Degenerate boyes, base bastards, not my sonnes, Behold the death we threatned in your Cradles We come to giue you now. See here King Troos In pitty of deposed Saturnes wrongs, Is come in person to chastice your pride, And be the heauens relentlesse Iusticer. Not against Saturne as a Father, we, But as a murderer, lift our opposite hands. Nature and heauen giues vs this priuiledge, To guard our liues gainst tyrants and inuaders, That claime we, as we're men, we would but liue: Then take not from vs, what you cannot giue. Where hath not Saturns fame abrode bene spred For many vses he hath giuen to man; As Nauigation, Tillage, Archery, Weapons and gold? yet you for all these vses Depriue him of his kingdome. We but saue Our Innocent bodies from th'abortiue graue, We are his sonnes, let Saturne be content To let vs keepe what Heauen and Nature lent. Those filiall duties you so much forget We come to teach you. Royall Kings to armes, Giue Ganimed the onset of this battell, That being a sonne knowes how to lecture them, And chastice their transgressions. Ganimed, It shall be so, powre out your spleene and rage On our proud Issue. Let the thirsty soyle Of barren Creet quaffe their degenerate blouds, And surfeit in their sinnes. All Saturnes hopes And fortunes are ingag'd vpon this day. It is our last, and all, bee't our endeuour To win't for ay, or else to loose it euer. Our Troians are repul'st, wher's Ganimed?