The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 36 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 0.79 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Acrisius, Argos, and the world shall know Ioue hath been wronged in this: her further fortunes Canst thou relate? I can. As far as Naples The friendly winds her mastless boat transports, There succoured by a courteous Fisherman she's first relieved, and after that presented To King Pelonnus, who at this time reigns: Who ravished with her beauty, crowns her Queen, And decks her with th'imperial robes of state. What we have scanted is supplied by fate. Here then cease Arms, and now court amorous peace With solemn triumphs, and dear Ganymede, Be henceforth called The friend of Iupiter. And if the Fates hereafter crown our brows With divine honours, as we hope they shall, we'll style thee by the name of Cupbearer, To fill us heavenly Nectar, as fair Hebe Shall do the like to Iuno our bright Queen. Here end the pride of our mortality. Opinion, that makes Gods, must style us higher. The next you see us, we in state must shine, Eternised with honours more divine. Of Danae Perseus was that night be got, Perseus that fought with the Gorgonian shield, Whose fortunes to pursue Time suffers not. For that, we have prepared an ampler field. Likewise how Ioue with fair Alcmena lay: Of Hercules, and of his famous deeds: How Pluto did fair Proserpine betray: Of these my Muse (now travelled) next proceeds. Yet to keep promise, ere we further wade, The ground of ancient Poems you shall see: And how these (first borne mortal) Gods were made, By virtue of divinest Poesy. The Fates, to whom the Heathen yield all power, Whose dooms are writ in marble, to endure, Have summoned Saturn's three sons to their Tower, To them the three Dominions to assure Of Heaven, of Sea, of Hell. How these are scanned, Let none decide but such as understand. To Iupiter doth high Olimpus fall. Who thunder and the trisulc lightning bears Dreaded of all the rest in general: He on a Princely Eagle mounts the Spheres, Neptune is made the Lord of all the Seas, His Mace a Trident, and his habit blue. He can make Tempests, or the waves appease, And unto him the Seamen are still true. And for the winds, these brothers that still war, Should not disturb his Empire, the three Fates Bring them to Aeolus, chained as they are, To be enclosed in caves with brazen gates. Pluto's made Emperor of the Ghosts below. Where with his black guard he in darkness reigns, Commanding hell, where Styx and Lethe flow, And murderers are hanged up in burning chains. But leaving these: to your judicial spirits I must appeal, and to your wonted grace, To know from you, what eyeless Homer merits, Whom you have power to banish from this place, But if you send me hence unchecked with fear, Once more I'll dare upon this Stage t'appear.
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Acrisius, Arges, and the world shall know Ioue hath beene wrong'd in this: her further fortunes Canst thou relate? I can. As farre as Naples The friendly winds her mastlesse boat transports, There succourd by a curteous Fisher-man Shee's first releeu'd, and after that presented To King Pelonnus, who at this time reignes: Who rauisht with her beauty, crownes her Queene, And deckes her with th'Imperiall robes' of state. What we haue scanted is supply'd by fate. Here then cease Armes, and now court amorous peace With solemne triumphes, and deere Ganimed, Be henceforth cal'd The friend of Iupiter. And if the Fates hereafter crowne our browes With diuine honours, as we hope they shall, Wee'l style thee by the name of Cup-bearer, To fill vs heauenly Nectar, as faire Hebe Shall do the like to Iuno our bright Queene. Here end the pride of our mortality. Opinion, that makes Gods, must style vs higher. The next you see vs, we in state must shine, Eternized with honours more diuine. Of Danae Perseus was that night be got, Perseus that fought with the Gorgonian shield, Whose fortunes to pursue Time suffers not. For that, we haue prepar'd an ampler field. Likewise how Ioue with faire Alcmena lay: Of Hercules, and of his famous deeds: How Pluto did faire Proserpine betray: Of these my Muse (now trauel'd) next proceedes. Yet to keepe promise, ere we further wade, The ground of ancient Poems you shall see: And how these (first borne mortall) Gods were made, By vertue of diuinest Poesie. The Fates, to whom the Heathen yeeld all power, Whose doomes are writ in marble, to endure, Haue summon'd Saturnes three sonnes to their Tower, To them the three Dominions to assure Of Heauen, of Sea, of Hell. How these are scand, Let none decide but such as vnderstand. To Iupiter doth high Olimpus fall. Who thunder and the trisulke lightning beares Dreaded of all the rest in generall: He on a Princely Eagle mounts the Spheares, Neptune is made the Lord of all the Seas, His Mace a Trident, and his habite blew. Hee can make Tempests, or the waues appease, And vnto him the Sea-men are still true. And for the winds, these brothers that still warre, Should not disturbe his Empire, the three Fates Bring them to Aeolus, chain'd as they are, To be inclos'd in caues with brazen gates. Pluto's made Emperour of the Ghosts below. Where with his black guard he in darknes raignes, Commanding hell, where Styx and Lethe flow, And murderers are hang'd vp in burning chaines. But leauing these: to your iudiciall spirits I must appeale, and to your wonted grace, To know from you, what ey-lesse Homer merits, Whom you haue power to banish from this place, But if you send me hence vncheckt with feare, Once more I'l dare vpon this Stage t'appeare.