Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.77 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Thou dreamest dark power, that fair boy was not mine, Not went I down to kiss him, ease and wind, Have bred these bold tales, poets when they rage Turns gods to men, and make an hour an age, But I will give a greater state and glory, And raise to time a nobler memory Of what these lovers are, rise, rise, I say, Thou power of deeps, thy surges laid away, Neptune great King of waters, and by me Be proud to be commanded. Cinthia see, Thy word hath force me hither, let me know Why I ascend. Doth this majestic show Give thee no knowledge yet. Yes, now I see, Something intended Cinthia worthy thee, Go on, i'll be a helper. Hie thee then, And charge the wind go from his rocky den, Let lose his subjects, only Boreas Too foul for our intentions as he was, Still keep him fast chained, we must have none here But vernal blasts and gentle winds appear, Such as blow flowers, and through the glad bows sing, Many soft welcome to the lusty spring. Bid them draw near to have thy watery race Led on in couples, we are pleased to grace This noble night each in their richest things, Your own deeps or the broken vessels brings, Be prodigal and I shall be as kind, And shine at full upon you. See the wind Commanding Aeolus. Great Neptune. He. What is thy will. We do command thee free, Favonius and thy milder winds to wait Upon our Cinthia, but tie Boreas straight, he's rebellious. I shall do it. Do master of the flould, and all below Thy full command has taken O! the Main Neptune. Here. Boreas has broke his chain, And struggling with the rest has got away. Let him alone i'll take him up at sea, I will not be long thence, go hence again And bid the other call out of the Main, Proteus, and the rest, charge them put on Their greatest pearls and the most sparkling stone The beaten rock breeds, till this night is done, By me a solemn honour to the Moon, Fly like a full sail. I am gone. Dark night Strike a full silence, do a thorough right To this great Chorus, that our music may Touch high as heaven, and make the East break day At midnight. Cinthia to thy power and thee we obey, joy to this great company and no day, Come to steal this night away Till the rights of love are ended, And the lusty Bridegroom say, Welcome light of all befriended. Pace out you watery powers below, let your feet Like the galleys when they row even beat. Let your unknown measures set To the still winds, tell to all, That gods are come immortal great, To honour this great nuptial.
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Thou dreamst darke power, that faire boy was not mine, Not went I downe to kisse him, ease and winde, Haue bred these bold tales, poets when they rage Turnes gods to men, and make an houre an age, But I will giue a greater state and glory, And raise to time a nobler memory Of what these louers are, rise, rise, I say, Thou power of deepes, thy surges laid away, Neptune great King of waters, and by me Be proud to be commanded. Cinthia see, Thy word hath force me hither, let me know Why I ascend. Doth this maiestick show Giue thee no knowledge ye. Yes, now I see, Something ennded Cinthia worthy thee, Go on, ile be a helper. Hie thee then, And charge the winde goe from his rockie den, Let loose his subiects, onely Boreas Too foule for our intensions as he was, Still keepe him fast chain'd, we must haue none here But verall blasts and gentle winds appeare, Such as blow flowers, and through the glad bowes sing, Many soft welcome to the lusty spring. Bid them draw neere to haue thy waie race Led on in couples, we are pleas'd to grace This noble night each in their richest things, Your owne deepes or the broken vessels brings, Be prodigall and I shall be as kinde, And shine at full vpon you. See the winde Commanding Eolus. Great Neptune. He. What is thy will. We doe command thee free, Fanonius and thy milder winds to waite Vpon our Cinthia, but tie Boreas straight, Hee's rebellious. I shall doe it. Doe maister of the flould, and all below Thy full command has taken O! the Maine Neptune. Here. Boreas has broke his chaine, And strugling with the rest has got away. Let him alone ile take him vp at sea, I will not be long thence, goe hence againe And bid the other call out of the Maine, Blw Protus, and the rest, charge them put on Their greatet pearles and the most sparkling stone The beaten rock breeds, till this night is done, By me a solemne honor to the Moone, Flie like a full saile. I am gone. Darke night Sike a full silence, doe a thorow right To this great Chorus, that our musique may Touch high as heauen, and make the East breake day At mid-night. Cinthia to thy power and thee we obey, Ioy to this great company and no day, Come to steale this night away Till the rights of loue are ended, And the lusty Bridegroome say, Welcome light of all befriended. Pace out you waterie powers below, let your feete Like the gallies when they row euen beate. Let your vnknowne measures set To the still winds, tell to all, That gods are come immortall great, To honour this great Nuptuall.