The Brazen Age (The Age of Brass) · chunk 26 of 40
Heywood, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1611 [1610-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Fair Hesione, I will not lose thy beauty, nor thy youth, Nor part with this my honour, couldst thou give me For ransom of them, both our Argoes crammed With gold and gems; you are my valour's prize, And shall with me to populous Salamine. Can you so wrong the daughter of a king, To give her as a Duke's base Concubine? Touch me not Telamon, for I divine, I fear my brother Priam rebuild Troy, And be the king of Asia, he'll revenge This base dishonour done Hesione; And for his sister, ravished hence perforce, Do the like outrage on some Grecian Queen, In just revenge of my injurious wrong. Should all the kings in Asia, or the world, Take part with Priam in that proud design, Like fate, like fortune with Laomedon They shall abide: renowned Telamon, She is the warlike purchase of thy sword, Enjoy her as the gift of Hercules. And now brave Grecian Hero's, let's towards Greece With all these honoured spoils from Colchos brought And from the treasures of defaced Troy. Fair Deianeira longs for us in Thebes, Whom we will visit next, and thence proceed Unto our future labours. Cacus lives A bloody tyrant, whom we must remove: And the three-headed Geryon sways in Spain, Notorious for his rapes and outrages; Both these must perish by Alcides' hand, And when we can the earth from tyrants clear, In the worlds vtmost bounds our pillers reare. ex Loath are we (courteous auditors) to cloy Your appetites with viands of one taste, The beauteous Venus we must next employ, Whom we saw mourning for Adonis last. Suppose her still for the young Adon sad, But cheered by Mars, their old loves they renew, And she, that (whilst he lived) preferred the Lad, Hath quite forgot him, since the Boar him slew. Mars is in grace, a meeting they devise, jealous of all, but fearing most the Sun, He that sees all things from his first uprise, And like a blab, tells all that he knows done. Our mortals must a while their spleens assuage, And to the Gods, for this Act, leave the Stage. I knew loves Queen could not be long unkind, Though (whilst I absent, to teach Arms in Thrace) You took th'advantage to forget your Mars, To dote on Adon, and Anchises too; Yet (those worn out) let us renew our loves, And practise our first amorous dalliance. How can I hate; that am the Queen of love? Or practise aught against my native power? As I one day, played with my Cupid's shafts, The wanton with his arrow razed my skin. Trust me, at first I did neglect the smart: At length it rankled, and it grew unsound, Till he that now lies wounded, cured my wound. Come shall we now, whilst Vulcan plies his forge, Sweats at his Anvil, chokes himself with dust, And labours at his bellows, kiss and toy?
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Faire Hesione, I will not loose thy beauty, nor thy youth, Nor part with this my honour, couldst thou giue me For ransome of them, both our Argoes cram'd With gold and gemmes; you are my valours prize, And shall with me to populous Salamine. Can you so wrong the daughter of a king, To giue her as a Dukes base Concubine? Touch me not Telamon, for I deuine, Ifere my brother Priam re-build Troy, And be the king of Asia, hee'l reuenge This base dishonour done Hesione; And for his sister, rauish't hence perforce, Do the like out-rage on some Grecian Queene, In iust reuenge of my iniurious wrong. Should all the kings in Asia, or the world, Take part with Priam in that proud designe, Like fate, like fortune with Laomedon They shall abide: renowned Telamon, She is the warlike purchase of thy sword, Enioy her as the gift of Hercules. And now braue Grecian Hero's, lets towards Greece With al these honored spoils from Colchos brought And from the treasures of defaced Troy. Faire Deianeira longs for vs in Thebes, Whom we will visit next, and thence proceed Vnto our future labours. Cacus liues A bloudy tyrant, whom we must remoue: And the three-headed Gerion swayes in Spaine, Notorious for his rapes and out-rages; Both these must perish by Alcides hand, And when we can the earth from tyrants cleare, In the worlds vtmost bounds our pillers reare. ex Loath are we (curteous auditors) to cloy Your appetites with viands of one tast, The beauteous Venus we must next imploy, Whom we saw mourning for Adonis last. Suppose her still for the yong Adon sad, But cheer'd by Mars, their old loues they renue, And she, that (whil'st he liu'd) preferd the Lad, Hath quite forgot him, since the Boare him slue. Mars is in grace, a meeting they deuise, Iealous of all, but fearing most the Sunne, Hee that sees all things from his first vp-rise, And like a blab, tels all that hee knowes done. Our mortals must a while their spleenes asswage, And to the Gods, for this Act, leaue the Stage. I knew loues Queene could not be long vnkind, Though (whil'st I absent, to teach Armes in Thrace) You tooke th'aduangtage to forget your Mars, To doate on Adon, and Anchises too; Yet (those worne out) let vs renue our loues, And practise our first amorous dalliance. How can I hate; that am the Queene of loue? Or practise ought against my natiue power? As I one day, playd with my Cupids shafts, The wanton with his arrow raz'd my skin. Trust me, at first I did neglect the smart: At length it rankled, and it grew vnsound, Till he that now lies wounded, cut'd my wound. Come shall we now, whilst Vulcan plyes his forge, Sweats at his Anuill, choakes himselfe with dust, And labours at his bellowes, kisse and toy?