The Brazen Age (The Age of Brass) · chunk 29 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Behold, this is thy doom, thy negligence Thus I'll chastise, thou shalt thy human shape Henceforth forego, I will translate thy body Into a bird shall ever bear thy name, be Gallus still, a Cock, and be thy nature Ever hereafter this; to watch the Sun, And by thy crows and clamours warn the world Two hours before he rise, that the Sun comes Clap with thy wings, and with thy shrieking loud, Proclaim his coming when thou thrice hast crowed. The slaves right served, let this his punishment Live to all ages, and let Gallius name Thy just revenge to all the world proclaim. But whither shall we now? I will to Thrace, go you to Lemnos. Will you leave me then To Vulcan's rage, no let us once more meet In Paphos, and if Vulcan needs will chide Give him some cause. Content fair Queen of love. For more, he cannot be much more displeased, Let's score on still, and make our reckoning full, As yet. alas fair Queen, the debts but small, Make up the sum, and answer once for all. Content sweet Mars, and since that he was borne To be a Cuckold, let's augment his horn. Make haste with that shield, see't hammered well, For when 'tis done I'll give't my father Ioue, 'Tis of the purest metal Lemnos yields. I shall sir, must the plate of two cubes high, Be put into the Forge? Pyragmon yes, that mass must be wrought well And soundly tempered, bid your fellow Cyclops Work lustily, it must be soon dispatched. When saw you my Lady Venus? No matter when, the housewife's too fine fingered, And saith, the very smoke my forge doth cast Chokes her, the very air of Lemnos (man) Blasts her white cheeks, she scarce will let me kiss her, But she makes vergisse faces, saith my visage Smuged thus with coaldust, doth infect her beauty, And makes her wear a beard, she's, sure, in Paphos, Cypress, or Candy, she's all for play Whilst we Ioues thunder's hammer hard all day. I heard her once mock that polt-foot of yours How came it pray? I'll tell thee man, I was when I was borne A pretty smug knave, and my father Ioue Delighted much to dance me in his lap. Upon a time as he was toying with me In his high house above, that Phaeton Had at that instant set the world afire, My father when he saw heavens bases smoke, Th'earth burne, and Neptune's broth to seethe with heat; But startles up to thunderstrike the lad, And lets me fall: down tumbled I towards the earth: I fell through all the Planets by degrees, From Saturn first, so by the Moon at last: And from the Moon down into Lemnos Isle Where I still live, and halt upon my fall, No marvel if't lamed me, for, Pyragmon. How high I tumbled, who can guess aright, Falling a Summer's day from morn tonight?
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Behold, this is thy doome, thy negligence Thus I'le chastice, thou shalt thy humane shape Henceforth forgo, I will translate thy body Into a bird shall euer beare thy name, Bee Gallus still, a Cocke, and be thy nature Euer hereafter this; to watch the Sunne, And by thy crowes and clamours warne the world Two howres before he rise, that the Sunne comes Clap with thy wings, and with thy shrieking loud, Proclaime his comming when thou thrice hast crowed. The slaues right seru'd, let this his punishment Liue to all ages, and let Galls name Thy iust reuenge to all the world proclaime. But whither shall we now? I will to Thrace, go you to Lemnos. Will you leaue me then To Vulcans rage, no let vs once more meete In Paphos, and if Vulcan needs will chide Giue him some cause. Content faire Queene of loue. For more, he cannot be much more displeas'd, Let's score on still, and make our reckoning full, As yet alas faire Queene, the debts but small, Make vp the summe, and answere once for all. Content sweete Mars, and since that he was borne To be a Cuckold, let's augmennt his horne. Make hast with that shield, see hammer'd well, For when 'tis done I'le giue't my father Ioue, 'Tis of the purest mettall Lemnos yeelds. I shall sir, must the plate of two cubes high, Be put into the Forge? Pyragmon yes, that masse must be wrought well And soundly temper'd, bid your fellow Cyclops Worke lustily, it must be soone dispatcht. When saw you my Lady Venus? No matter when, the Huswiffe's too fine finger'd, And saith, the very smoake my Fordge doth cast Choakes her, the very aire of Lemnos (man) Blasts her white cheekes, she scarce will let me kisse her, But shee makes vergisse faces, saith my visadge Smug'd thus with cole-dust, doth infect her beauty, And makes her weare a beard, shee's, sure, in Paphos, Cypresse, or Candy, shee's all for play Whilst we Ioues thunders hammer hard all day. I heard her once mocke that polt-foote of yours How came it pray? I'le tell thee man, I was when I was borne A pretty smug knaue, and my father Ioue Delighted much to dance me in his lap. Vpon a time as hee was toying with mee In his high house aboue, that Phaeton Had at that instant set the world a fire, My father when he saw heauens bases smoake, Th'earth burne, and Neptunes broth to seeth with heate; But startles vp to thunder-strike the lad, And lets me fall: downe tumbled I towards the earth: I fell through all the Planets by degrees, From Saturne first, so by the Moone at last: And from the Moone downe into Lemnos Isle Where I still liue, and halt vpon my fall, No maruell if't lam'd mee, for, Pyragmon. How high I tumbled, who can gesse aright, Falling a Summers day from morne to night?