The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 4 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.82 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Art thou a Woman? Goddesse, we adore, And Idolise; what we but loved before; What Devils have men beene, whose furious brains Have oft abused that Deity called Woman: Dipping their Raven's quill in Stygian Ink, To blast such heavenly paper as your faces. Were all the enticing lusts, damned policies, Prodigious fascinations, unsearched thoughts, Dissembled tears, broke vows, loathed appetites, Luxurious and unsatiate desires. Were all these of Women equally weighed, That virtue in thy breast, 'twill out-ballance all And recompense the ruin of all thy Sex. So please your Majesty, L. Shahin's ready For entrance with his Masque. Tell him we're wholly bent for expectation. Sat, sit (my Queen) Musicke exceed your Spheres, Think I am Iove, and Godlike please our ears. Gaze you mortals, gaze you still, On the Gods now look your fill. Iove and Iuno are descending, Yet her lealousies not ending, Mars, stern Mars, he will not fight, But with Venus when 'tis Night. Daphne crowns Apollo's head, Whom she would embrace in Bed, Neptune swells his frothy cheek, Cause Diana is not meek. Gaze you mortals, etc. Come now my (Sister and Wife) we'll begin To court afresh! Nay, lour not (Heaven's Queen) Heere on this greene we'll a Lavato dane, What if our hairs grow silver, yet our strength, Is young, and vigorous! Say (fellow Gods) (Since we are full of Nectar, and our cares, Lie drenched in our Nepenthe) take your Queenes, and be all jovial, Mars for our Daughter Venus! Apollo join with Pallas! Brother of Floods Embrace Diana! God's sometimes merry be: But in the night, when mortals may not see. How now (wanton?) Can I no where go, For recreation but you follow me? Is this your Recreation? Fie! My Lord Will you be wanton still? For here you came For some new Harlot, some new Queen for you. Juno, Wife. Your Sister, (thunderer,) and not your Wife! Banished from Heaven I am; and your Bed, Resign them both to Strumpets, Concubines, And now you come to see a fresh new lass In which Pole now or in what part of heaven, Shall she be stellified? Shall still sinister thoughts wrong our intent, Well (Iuno) well, you'll ever be a woman, A very, very woman! But since she scolds, Let's hence (ye Gods) lest her infectious breath Blast the succeeding day: and mortals curse Her hellbred jealousy: Calumnious woman Come scold in heaven! For if Gods lived on Earth Suspitious tongues would blame most innocent mirth. Well! love looked pale! I touched him to the quick! 'Tis some new Minion he came down to see! Hark (jealousy) know Juno is a woman! Am I not mad yet? Mistress Bride, adieu: Jove shall not steal a kiss? My curse is past, When thou sleepest first a Bride, mayst sleep thy last.
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Art thou a Wman? Goddsse, we ador ▪ And Idolize; what we but loved before; What Divels have men , whose furious brain Have oft abus'd that Deity cald Woman: Dipping thir Ravens quill in Stygian Inke, To blast such heavenly papr as your faces. Were all the enticing lusts, damn'd policis, Prodigious fasinations, usearcht thoughts, Dissembled teares, brok vowes, loath'd apptites, Luxurious nd desires. Were all these of Women qually weighed, That vertue in thy brest, 'twill out-ballance all And rcompence th uine of all thy Sexe. So please our Majesty, L. ready For entrance with Msque. Tell him we're wholly ent for xpectation. Sit, sit (my Queene) Musike exceed your Spheares, Thike I am Ive, and Godlike please our eares. Gaze you mortals, gaze you still, On the Gods now looke your fill. Iove and Iuno are discending, Yet her lealousie's not ending, Mars, sterne Mars, he will not fight, But with Venus when 'tis Night. Daphne crownes Apolloes head, Whom she would embrace in Bed, Neptune swels his frothy cheeke, Cause Diana is not meeke. Gaze you mortals, &c. Come now my (Sister and Wife) wee'l begin To court afrsh! Nay, lour not (Heavens Queene) Heere on this greene we'll a Lavato dane, What if our haires grow silver, yet our strength, Is young, and vigorous! Say (fellow Gods) (Since we are full of Nectar, and our cares, Lye drencht in our Nepenth ) take your Queene, and be all Ioviall, Mars for our Daughter Ves! Apollo joyn with Pallas! Brother of Flouds mbrace Diana! Gods sometimes merry be: But in the night, when mortals m not see. How now (wanton?) Can I no whe goe, For recration but you fllow me? Is this your Recreation? Fye! My Lord Will you be wanton still? For here you came For some new Harlot, some new Queene for you. Jun, Wife. Your Sister, (thunderer,) and not your Wife! Banisht from Heavn I am; and your Bed, Resigne them both to Strumpets, Concubines, And now you com to see a fresh new lasse In which Pole now or in what part of haven, Shall she be stellified? Shall still sinister thoughts wrong our intent, Wel (Io) wel, you'le ever be a woman, A very, very woman! But ince she scolds, Let's hence (yee Gods) lest her infectious breath Blast the scceeding day: and mortals curse Her hel-bred jealusie: Calumnious woman Come scold in heaven! For if Gods liv'd on Earth Sspitious tongues would blame most innocent mirth. Wel! love lookt pale! I toucht him to the quicke! 'Tis some new Minin he came downe to see! Harke (jealousie) know Jun is a woman! Am I not mad yet? Mistris Bride, adiew: Jove shal not steale a kisse? My curse is past, When thou sleep'st first a Bride, mayt sleepe thy last.