Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.78 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
No, I think you would not, Yet Venus whom you worship was a whore, Flora the Foundress of the public Stews, And has for that her sacrifice: your great god, Your Iupiter, a loose adulterer, Incestuous with his sister, read but those That have canonized them, you'll find them worse Than in chaste language I can speaks them to you, Are they immortal then that did partake Of humane weakness, and had ample share In men's most base affections? subject to unchaste loves, anger, bondage, wounds, as men are. Her Iupiter to serve his lust turned Bull. The ship indeed in which he stole Europa. Neptune for gain builds up the walls of Troy As a day-labourer, Apollo keeps Admetus' sheep for bread; the Lemnian Smith Sweats at the Forge, for hire; Lyometheus here With his still growing Liver feeds the Vulture; Saturn bound fast in hell with adamant chains; And thousands more, on whom abused error Bestows a deity, will you then dear Sisters, For I would have you such, pay your Devotions To things of less power than yourselves? We worship Their good deeds in their Images. By whom fashioned, By sinful men? I'll tell you a short tale, Nor can you but confess it was a true one. A King of Egypt being to erect The Image of Osiris, whom they honour, Took from the matron's necks the richest jewels And purest gold, as the materials To finish up his work; which perfected, With all solemnity he set it up To be adored, and served himself his Idol; Desiring it to give him victory Against his enemies, but being overthrown, Enraged against his god (these are fine gods Subject to humane fury) he took down The senseless thing, and melting it again, He made a basin, in which Eunuchs washed His Concubine's feet, and for this for did use Some months it served: his mistress proving false, As most indeed do so, and grace concluded, Between him and the Priests, of the same basin He made his god again, think, think of this, And then consider, if all worldly honours Or pleasures that do leave sharp stings behind them, Have power to win such as have reasonable souls, To put their trust in dross. Oh that I had been borne Without a father. Piety to him Hath ruined us for ever. Think not so, You may repair all yet, the Attribute That speaks his Godhead most, is merciful, Revenge is proper to the Fiends you worship, Yet cannot strike without his leave, you weep, Oh 'tis a heavenly shower, celestial balm To cure your wounded conscience, let it fall, Fall thick upon it, and when that is spent, I'll help it with another of my tears. And may your true repentance prove the child Of my true sorrow, never mother had A birth so happy. We are caught ourselves That came to take you, and assured of conquest We are your Captives.
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No, I thinke you would not, Yet Venus whom you worship was a whore, Flora the Foundresse of the publike Stewes, And has for that her sacrifice: your great god, Your Iupiter, a loose adulterer, Incestuous with his sister, reade but those That haue canoniz'd them, youle find them worse Then in chast language I can speakes them to you, Are they immortall then that did partake Of humane weakenesse, and had ample share In mens most base affections? subiect to Vnchast loues, anger, bondage, wounds, as men are. Her Iupiter to serue his lust turn'd Bull. The ship indeede in which he stole Europa. Neptune for gaine builds vp the walls of Troy As a day-labourer, Apollo keepes Admetus sheepe for bread; the Le Smith Sweats at the Forge, for hire; Lyometheus heere With his still growing Liuer feedes the Vulture; Saturne bound fast in hell with adamant chaines; And thousands more, on whom abused error Bestowes a diety, will you then deere Sisters, For I would haue you such, pay your Deuotions To things of lesse power then your selues? We worship Their good deedes in their Images. By whom fashion'd, By sinfull men? Ile tell you a short tale, Nor can you but confesse it was a true one. A King of AEgypt being to errect The Image of Osiris, whom they honour, Tooke from the Matrons necks the richest Iewels And purest gold, as the materialls To finish vp his worke; which perfected, With all solemnity he set it vp To be ador'd, and seru'd himselfe his Idoll; Desiring it to giue him victory Against his enemies, but being ouerthrowne, Enrag'd against his god (these are fine gods Subiect to humane fury) he tooke downe The sencelesse thing, and melting it againe, He made a Basing, in which Eunuches wash'd His Concubines feete, and for this sor did vse Some moneths it seru'd: his mistresse proouing false, As most indeede do so, and grace concluded, Betweene him and the Priests, of the same Basing He made his god againe, thinke, thinke of this, And then consider, if all worldly honors Or pleasures that do leaue sharpe stings behind them, Haue power to win such as haue reasonable soules, To put their trust in drosse. Oh that I had beene borne Without a father. Piety to him Hath ruin'd vs for euer. Thinke not so, You may repaire all yet, the Attribute That speakes his Godhead most, is mercifull, Reuenge is proper to the Fiends you worship, Yet cannot strike without his leaue, you weepe, Oh tis a heauenly showre, celestiall balme To cure your wounded conscience, let it fall, Fall thick vpon it, and when that is spent, Ile helpe it with another of my teares. And may your true repentance proue the child Of my true sorrow, neuer mother had A birth so happy. We are caught our selues That came to take you, and assur'd of conquest We are your Captiues.