The Brazen Age (The Age of Brass) · chunk 27 of 40
Heywood, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1611 [1610-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.72 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Why met we else? Here is a place remote, An obscure cave, fit for our amorous sport: In this dark cavern we'll securely rest, And Mars shall add unto my Vulcan's crest. But how if we be spied? Whom need we fear? Unless the Sun, who now the lower world Lights with his beams; I mean the Antipodes, The tell-tale blab is busy now elsewhere: And I will set to watch at the caves door, My trusty groom, who (ere the Sun shall rise With his bright beams to light our Hemisphere) Shall waken us. For all the world I would not have the Sun Discover our sweet sport, or see what's done. Be that my charge. where's Gallus? At hand fir: I am not that Gallows that is made of three trees, or one that is never without hangers on: nor that Gallus that is latin for a Frenchman; but your own Gallus gallinacius, servant and true squire to God Mars. sirrah, you know this Lady. Yes, Mistress Vulcan, she is as well known in Paphos here for her Meretrix, as any Lady in the land, she was the first that devised stewed meat, and proclaimed pickle-oysters to be good for the back; she is the first that taught wenches the trade of Venery, and such as were borne to nothing but beauty, she taught them how to use their Talon: Yes, I know her I warrant you. sirrah attend, this night yond Queen and I Must have some private conference, in yond cave, Where whilst we stay, 'tmust be thy care to watch That no suspicious eye pry through these chinks, Especially I warn thee of the Suns. I smell knavery, if my Lady Venus play the whore What am I that keep the door? See thou do call us, ere the Sun uprise, But sleep not for by all my Arms I swear, If by thy careless sloth, or negligence We be describe, thy body I'll translate, To some strange Monster. I'm hard favoured enough already, you need not Make my face worse than it is. Come enter then fair Queen, we are secure, Now safely mayst thou clasp the God of war, Spite of Sun, Moon, or a jealous star. Love answers love, desire with ardour meets, Both which this night shall taste a thousand sweets. I see you can make shift to go to't without sheets: How shall I pass this night away till morning, I am as drowsy as a dormouse, the very thought that I must wake, charms me asleep already, I would I durst venture on a nap; heigh ho, sure I may wake again afore they rise, and never the wiser, I will stand to't, there is not a more sleepy trade in the world than a watchman, nor one that is more acquainted with deeds of darkness, tell me of the Sun! the Sun will not rise this two hours; well, let them watch that will, or can, I must have a nod or two, God night to you all, for here am I fast till morning.
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Why met we else? Here is a place remote, An obscure caue, fit for our amorous sport: In this darke cauerne wee'l securely rest, And Mars shall adde vnto my Vulcans crest. But how if we be spy'd? Whom need we feare? Vnlesse the Sunne, who now the lower world Lights with his beames; I meane the Antipodes, The tell-tale blab is busie now else-where: And I will set to watch at the caues doore, My trusty groome, who (ere the Sunne shall rise With his bright beames to light our Hemispheare) Shall waken vs. For all the world I would not haue the Sunne Discouer our sweet sport, or see whats done. Be that my charge. Wher's Gallus? At hand fir: I am not that Gallows that is made of three trees, or one that is neuer without hangers on: nor that Gallus that is latine for a French-man; but your owne Gallus gallinacius, seruant and true squire to God Mars. Syrrah, you know this Lady. Yes, Mistresse Vulcan, shee is as well knowne in Paphos here for her Meretrix, as any Lady in the land, shee was the first that deuis'd stew'd meate, and proclaim'd pickle-oysters to bee good for the backe; shee is the first that taught wenches the trade of Venery, and such as were borne to nothing but beauty, she taught them how to vse their Talent: Yes, I know her I warrant you. Syrrah attend, this night yon Queene and I Must haue some priuate conference, in yon caue, Where whilst we stay, 'tmust be thy care to watch That no suspicious eye pry through these chinks, Especially I warne thee of the Sunnes. I smell knauery, if my Lady Venus play the whoore What am I that keepe the dore? See thou do call vs, e're the Sunne vprise, But sleepe not for by all my Armes I sweare, If by thy carelesse floth, or negligence We be describe, thy body I'le translate, To some strange Monster. I'me hard fauor'd enough already, you need not Make my face worse then it is. Com enter then faire Queene, we are secure, Now safely maist thou claspe the God of warre, Spight of Sunne, Moone, or a iealous starre. Loue answers loue, desire with ardor meetes, Both which this night shall tast a thousand sweetes. I see you can make shift to go too't without sheetes: How shall I passe this night away till morning, I am as drowsy as a dormouse, the very thought that I must wake, charmes mee a sleepe already, I would I durst venture on a nap; Hey ho, sure I may wake againe afore they rise, and neuer the wiser, I will stand to't, there is not a more sleepy trade in the world then a watchman, nor one that is more acquainted with deeds of darkenesse, tell mee of the Sunne! the Sunne will not rise this two houres; well, let them watch that will, or can, I must haue a nod or two, God night to you all, for here am I fast till morning.