Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [Jan 6] [incorrect] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.74 · 455 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
LOoke, looke! reioyce, and wonder! That you offending mortalls are, (For all your crimes) so much the care Of him, that beares the thunder! IOVE can endure no longer, Your great ones should your lesse inuade, Or, that your weake, though bad, be made A prey vnto the stronger. And therefore, meanes to settle ASTRAEA in her seat againe; And let downe in his golden chaine The age of better mettle. Which deed he doth the rather, That euen enuie may behold Time not enioy'd his head of gold Alone beneath his father. But that his care conserueth As time, so all times honors too, Regarding still what heau'n should doo, And not what earth deserueth. But harke, what tumult from yond' caue is heard! What noise, what strife, what earth-quake and alarmes! As troubled Nature, for her maker, fear'd; And all the iron-age were vp in armes! Hide me, soft cloud, from their prophaner eyes, Till insolent rebellion take the field, And as their spirits, with their counsels, rise, I frustrate all, with shewing but my shield. COme forth, come forth, doe we not heare What purpose, and, how worth our feare, The King of gods hath on vs? Hee is not of the iron breed That would, though Fate did helpe the deed Let shame in so vpon vs. Rise, rise then vp, thou Grandame vice Of all my issue, Auarice, Bring with thee fraud and slander, Corruption with the golden hands Or any subtleill, that stands To be a more commander. Thy boyes, Ambition, Pride, and Scorne, Force, Rapine, and thy babe last borne, Smooth Trecherie call hither, Arme Folly forth, and Ignorance, And teach them all our Pyrrhick dance, We may triumph together, Vpon this enemie so great, Whom, if our forces can defeat, And but this once bring vnder, Wee are the masters of the skyes, Where all the wealth, height, power, lyes, The scepter, and the thunder. Which of you would not in a warre Attempt the price of any scarre, To keepe your owne states euen? But, heere, which of you is that hee, Would not himselfe the weapon bee, To ruine IOVE and heauen? About it then, and let him feele, The iron-age is turn'd to steele, Since he begins to threat her: And though the bodies here are lesse Then were the Giants; hee'l confesse Our malice is farre greater. SO change, and perish, scarcely knowing, how, That'gainst the gods doe take so vaine a vow: And thinke to equall with your mortall dates, Their liues that are obnoxious to no fates, 'Twas time t'appeare, and let their follies see 'Gainst whom they fought, and with what destinee Die all, the can-remaine of you, but stone,
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LOoke, looke! reioyce, and wonder! That you offending mortalls are, (For all your crimes) so much the care Of him, that beares the thunder! IOVE can endure no longer, Your great ones should your lesse inuade, Or, that your weake, though bad, be made A prey vnto the stronger. And therefore, meanes to settle ASTRAEA in her seat againe; And let downe in his golden chaine The age of better mettle. Which deed he doth the rather, That euen enuie may behold Time not enioy'd his head of gold Alone beneath his father. But that his care conserueth As time, so all times honors too, Regarding still what heau'n should doo, And not what earth deserueth. But harke, what tumult from yond' caue is heard! What noise, what strife, what earth-quake and alarmes! As troubled Nature, for her maker, fear'd; And all the iron-age were vp in armes! Hide me, soft cloud, from their prophaner eyes, Till insolent rebellion take the field, And as their spirits, with their counsels, rise, I frustrate all, with shewing but my shield. COme forth, come forth, doe we not heare What purpose, and, how worth our feare, The King of gods hath on vs? Hee is not of the iron breed That would, though Fate did helpe the deed Let shame in so vpon vs. Rise, rise then vp, thou Grandame vice Of all my issue, Auarice, Bring with thee fraud and slander, Corruption with the golden hands Or any subtleill, that stands To be a more commander. Thy boyes, Ambition, Pride, and Scorne, Force, Rapine, and thy babe last borne, Smooth Trecherie call hither, Arme Folly forth, and Ignorance, And teach them all our Pyrrhick dance, We may triumph together, Vpon this enemie so great, Whom, if our forces can defeat, And but this once bring vnder, Wee are the masters of the skyes, Where all the wealth, height, power, lyes, The scepter, and the thunder. Which of you would not in a warre Attempt the price of any scarre, To keepe your owne states euen? But, heere, which of you is that hee, Would not himselfe the weapon bee, To ruine IOVE and heauen? About it then, and let him feele, The iron-age is turn'd to steele, Since he begins to threat her: And though the bodies here are lesse Then were the Giants; hee'l confesse Our malice is farre greater. SO change, and perish, scarcely knowing, how, That'gainst the gods doe take so vaine a vow: And thinke to equall with your mortall dates, Their liues that are obnoxious to no fates, 'Twas time t'appeare, and let their follies see 'Gainst whom they fought, and with what destinee Die all, the can-remaine of you, but stone,