The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 35 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 0.82 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Amidst the throng of weapons, acting wonders. Twice did I call aloud to have him fly, And twice he swore he had vowed this day to die. Let's make up to his rescue. Tush, 'tis vain. To seek to save him we shall lose ourselves. The day is lost, and Ganymede lost too Without divine assistance. high my Lord Unto your ships, no safety lives a land, Even to the Ocean's margin we are pursued, Then save yourself by sea. Crete thou hast won My thirty thousand Soldiers, and my Son. Come, let's to sea. To sea must Saturn too, To whom all good stars are still opposite. My Crown I first bought with my infant's blood, Not long enjoyed, till Titan wrested it; Repurchased, and re-lost by Iupiter. These horrid mischiefs that have crowned our brows, Have bred in us such strange distemperature, That we are grown dejected and forlorn. Our blood is changed to Ink, our hairs to quills, Our eyes half buried in our queachy plots. Consumptions and cold agues have devoured And eat up all our flesh, leaving behind Nought save the Image of despair and death: And Saturn shall to after ages be That star, that shall infuse dull melancholy. To Italy I'll fly, and there abide, Till divine powers my place above provide. Yield noble Trojan, there's not in the field One of thy Nation lifts a hand save thee. Why that's my honour, when alone I stand 'gainst thee and all the forces of thy land. I love thy valour, and would woo thy friendship, Go freely where thou wilt, and ransomless. Why that's no gift: I am no prisoner, And therefore owe no ransom, having breath, Know I have vowed to yield to none save death. I wish thee nobly Trojan, and since favour Cannot attain thy love, I'll try conclusions, And see if I can purchase it with blows. Now speak'st thou like the noblest of my foes. Stand all apart, and Princes girt us round. I love him best, whose strokes can loudest sound. I have thee, and will keep thee. Not as prisoner. A prisoner to my love, else thou art free, My bosom friend, for so I honour thee. I am conquered both by Arms and Courtesy. The day is ours, Troos and K. Saturn's fled, And Iupiter remains sole conqueror. Peace with her golden wings hovers over Crete, Frighting hence discord, and remorseless war: Will Iupiter make up for Argos now? Winter draws on, the sea's unnavigable, To transport an Army. There attends without A Lord of Argos. Bring him to our presence. How stands it with the beauteous Danae? As one distressed by Fate, and miserable. Of K. Acrisius, and his Fort of brass, Danae's enclosure, and her Beldame guard, Who but hath heard? yet through these brazen walls Love hath broke in, and made the maid a mother Of a fair son, which when Acrisius heard, Her female guard unto the fire he dooms, His daughter, and the infant prince her son, He puts into a mastless boat to sea, To prove the rigor of the stormy waves.
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Amid'st the throng of weapons, acting wonders. Twice did I call alowd to haue him flye, And twice he swore he had vow'd this day to dye. Let's make vp to his rescue. Tush, tis vaine. To seeke to saue him we shall loose our selues. The day is lost, and Ganimed lost too Without diuine assistance. Hye my Lord Vnto your shippes, no safety liues a land, Euen to the Oceans magent we are pursu'd, Then saue your selfe by sea. Creet thou hast wonne My thirty thousand Souldiers, and my Sonne. Come, let's to sea. To sea must Saturne too, To whom all good starres are still opposite. My Crowne I first bought with my infants bloud, Not long enioy'd, till Tytan wrested it; Re-purchast, and re-lost by Iupiter. These horrid mischiefes that haue crown'd our brows, Haue bred in vs such strange distemprature, That we are growne deiected and forlorne. Our bloud is chang'd to Inke, our haires to quils, Our eyes halfe buried in our quechy plots. Consumptions and cold agues haue deuour'd And eate vp all our flesh, leauing behinde Nought saue the Image of despaire and death: And Saturne shall to after ages be That starre, that shall infuse dull melancholy. To Italy I'le flye, and there abide, Till diuine powers my place aboue prouide. Yeeld noble Troian, ther's not in the field One of thy Nation lifts a hand saue thee. Why that's my honour, when alone I stand Gainst thee and all the forces of thy land. I loue thy valour, and would woo thy friendship, Go freely where thou wilt, and ransomlesse. Why that's no gift: I am no prisoner, And therefore owe no ransome, hauing breath, Know I haue vow'd to yeeld to none saue death. I wish thee nobly Troian, and since fauour Cannot attaine thy love, I'le try conclusions, And see if I can purchase it with blowes. Now speak'st thou like the noblest of my foes. Stand all a-part, and Princes girt vs round. I loue him best, whose strokes can lowdest sound. I haue thee, and will keep thee. Not as prisoner. A prisoner to my loue, else thou art free, My bosome friend, for so I honour thee. I am conquer'd both by Armes and Courtesie. The day is ours, Troos and K. Saturn's fled, And Iupiter remaines sole conquerour. Peace with her golden wings houers ore Creet, Frighting hence discord, and remorslesse warre: Will Iupiter make vp for Arges now? Winter drawes on, the sea's vn-nauigable, To transport an Army. There attends without A Lord of Arges. Bring him to our presence. How stands it with the beauteous Danae? As one distrest by Fate, and miserable. Of K. Acrisius, and his Fort of brasse, Danaes inclosure, and her Beldam guard, Who but hath heard? yet through these brasen walles Loue hath broke in, and made the maide a mother Of a faire sonne, which when Acrisius heard, Her female guard vnto the fier hee doomes, His daughter, and the infant prince her sonne, He puts into a mastles boat to sea, To proue the rigor of the stormy waues.