JUPITER

Lycaon's joust in keeping these conditions So strictly with a reconciled foe. This meat distastes me, does Lycaon feast us Like Caniballes? feed us with humane flesh? Whence is this portent? But where's the Epyre Lord we left as hostage? Bear wrong that list, & those can brook it best, I was not born to sufferance: thoughts mount hie, A King hath wronged me, and a King shall die. Down with the tyrant, and that hateful crew, And in their murderous breasts your blades imbrue. Lycaon's fled, make good the palace gates, And to amazed City bear these limbs, So basely by the tyrant massacred. Haply his subjects by our words prepared May shake their bondage off, and make this war, The happy means to rid a tyrant thence. Bear in your left hands these dismembered limbs, And in your right your swords, with which make way, Courage brave Epyres, and a glorious day, Lycaon's once more fled, we by the help Of these his people, have confined him hence, To whom belongs this Crown? Nay we are far from such ambition, Lords, Nor will we entertain such royalty. We not refuse the bounty of the Heavens Expressed in these your voices; we accept Your patronage, and' gainst Lycaons tyranny Henceforth protect you: but our conquest yet Is all uncertain, second us deer subjects, To assure our conquests: first we must provide Our safety, ere attempt the helm to guide. The Iron bared doors, & the suspected vaults, The Barricadoed gates, and every room, That boasted of his strength, is forced to obey To our free entrance: nothing can withstand Our opposite fury. Come, let's ransack further, But stay, what strange dejected beauty's this That on the sudden hath surprised my heart, And made me sick with passion? Bright Lady. These weapons Lady come to grace your beauty And these my arms shall be your sanctuary From all offensive danger: cheer your sorrow, Let your bright beauty shoot out of this cloud, To search my heart, as it hath dazed my eyes. Are you a Queen enthroned above the Elements, Made of divine composure, or of earth, Which I can scarce believe? Are you their Lycaons daughter? (wonder without end, That from a Fiend and Angel should descend.) O Love, till now I never felt thy dart: But now her painted eye hath pierced my heart. Fair, can you love? Women, fair Queen, are nothing without men: You are but ciphers, empty rooms to fill, And till men's figures come, uncounted still. Shall I sweet Lady, add unto your grace, And but for number-sake supply that place. We are Pelasge's King, And these our subjects. O suit your pity with your Angel-beauty, And live Pelasge's Queen. The sunshine of my smiles and jocund love, Shall from your brows bright azure Elements, Disperse all clouds: behold my crown is yours. My sword, my conquest, I am of my self, Nothing without your soft compassionate love? For proof, ask what the heaven, earth, air, or sea Can yield to men by power or orison, And it is yours. Pray use me Lady. By all my honours, and by all the sweets I hope for in your loves fruition, Your will's your own. Be't to invest whom I did late degrade, I'll doo't for you, bright and divinest maid. More cruel then the tyrant that begat thee, Hadst thou asked love, gold, service, Empiry, This sword had purchased for Calisto all. O most unkind, in all this universe, Ther's but one jewel that I valve hie, And that (unkind) you will notlet me buy: To live a maid, what is't? it's to live nothing: It's Like a covetous man to hoard up treasure, Bared from your own use, and from others pleasure. O think fair creature, that you had a mother, One that boar you, that you might bear another: Be you as she was, of and Infant glad, Since you from her, have all things that she had. Should all affect the strict life you desire, The world it self should end when we expire: Posterity is all, heavens number fill, Which by your help may be increased still, What is it when you lose your maidenhead, But make your beauty live when you be dead In your fair issue? Her order is mere heresy, her sect A schism, amongst maids not worthy your respect. Men were God to get; you born others to bear. Wrong not the world so much: (nay sweet your ear) This flower will wither, not being cropped in time, Age is too late, then do not lose your prime. Sport whilst you may, before your youth be passed. Lose not this mould that may such fair ones cast, Leave to the world your Like for face and stature, That the next age may praise your gifts of nature. Calisto if you still grow thus precise, In your strict vow, succeeding beauty die. And there all beauty shall be kept in jail, Which with my sword: Ey with my life I'ld bail: What's that Diana? By all my Hope's Calistoe's love to gain, I'ld wish my self one of Dianae's train. Is this a heaven terrestrial that contains So many earthly Angels? (Oh amazement) Diana with these beauty's circled round, Paled in with these bright pales, bears more state, Then Gods have lent them by the power of fate. I am destroyed, Hail divinest Queen, I come to do thee service. Madam, I derive My birth from noble and high parentage: Respect of your rare beauty, with my love And zeal I still bear to a virgins life, Have drawn me to your service. To bright Diana and her train I'l stand. More then the best here can. That's more then I can promise (well proceed Make my oath strong, my protestation deep, For this I vow by all the Gods to keep. I shall. By all the powers both earthly and divine, If ere I loos't, a woman shall have mine. You Gods your will eternise me to your choice, Madam I seal both with my soul and voice I am tired already. Nor have I yet be to these pastimes breathed, Sweet shall we here repose our selves a little? Fear not, you shall come time enough to fallen. Either you must be so unkind to me, As leave me to these deserts solitary, Or stay till I have rest, for I am breathless And cannot hold it out, behold a place Remote, and Arbour seated naturally, Trimmed by the hand of nature for a bower, Screened by the shadowy leaves from the Suns eye. Sweet will you fit, or on the verdure lie? I'll find you pastime, fear not, O my Angel, Whither wilt thou transport me, grant me measure. Of joy, be free, I surfeit on this pleasure. South I will. I thirst in seas and cannot quaff my fill, Behold before me a rich Table spread. And yet poor I am forced to starve for bred: We be alone, the Ladies far in chase, And may I die and Eunuch by my vow, If bright Calisto you escape me now. Sweet bedfellow your hand, what have I felt, Unless blanched snow, of substance not to melt? Good sooth I shall not rest Until my head be pillowed on thy breast. So shall I wrong mine eyes, To leave your face to look upon the skies. Oh how I love the, come let's kiss and play. So a woman with a woman may. Sweet fit still, Lend me thy lips, that I may taste my fill. Thy bosom lend And by thy soft paps let my hand descend. Pre'the let me toy, I would the Gods would shape thee to a boy, Or me into a man. My sweet lie still, for we are far from men, Lie down again. Your foot I oft have praised, Ey and your leg: (nay let your skirt be raised) I'll measure for the wager of a fallen, Who hath the greatest great, or smallest small. You needs not blush to let a woman see. Me thinks you should be fat, pray let me feel, Lend me your hand, And freely taste me, note how I will stand, I am not ticklish. We maids may wish much, but can nothing do. O but I In this Elisium could both live and die. I can forbear no longer, though my rape Be punished with my head, she shall not escape. Say sweet I were a man. Stay ere you go, Here stands one ready that must strike a do. And thou art she, I am Pelagius King, That thus have singled thee, mine thou shalt be. Maugre them all th'art mine. Not they, nor all Dianae's Angel-train, Were they in sighed, this prize away should gain. Then am I nothing, And till I know whence my descent hath be, Or from what house derived, I am but air, And no essential substance of a man. Stay that bold lad. Calisto, or I much deceive my self. Archas my son, my young son Archas, Jupiters first born O let me hug thee, and a thousand times Embrace thee in mine arms. Lycaons grandchild Calisto's son; O will you beauteous Lady Forsake the forests and yet live with us? Yet stay Calisto, why wilt thou outrun Thy Jupiter? She gone, welcome my son. My deer son Archas, whom if fortune smile, I will create Lord of a greater style. Sirrah, here's one called Jupiter. What's that? Your reason? News of a father! never could such tidings Have glutted me with gladness. Am I the son of Saturn, King of Creet? My father baffled by the Tytanoys? May all my towards Hope's die in my birth, Nor let me ever worthily inherit The name of royalty, if by my valour I prove me not descended royally, Should I have wished a father through the world, It had be Saturn, or a royal mother, It had be fair Sybilla, Queen of Creet. Great Epires King, peruse these tragic lines, And in thy wonted bounty grant supplies To free my noble father. Come then, Arm, Assemble all the powers that we can leafy. Archas, we make thee of Pelagiam King, As King Lycaons Gran-childe, and the son Of fair Calisto. Let that Climb henceforth Be called Arcadia, and usurp thy name. Go then and press arcadians to the rescue Of royal Saturn, this great King and I Will led th'Epyrians. Fail me not to meet, To redeem Saturn, and to rescue Creet. Titans destruction, With all the ruin of his giant raze. In right of Saturn: Whom against law the Titans have deposed. I am Jupiter. King Saturn's son, immediate heir to Creet. Tyrants no: The heavens preserved me for a further use, To plague your Offspring that afflict the earth, And with your threatenings spurn against the Gods. Are you there Cannibal? Man-eating wolf? Lycaon, thou art much beholding to me, I woman'd first Calisto, and made thee A grandfather. Dost not thank me for't? See here's the Boy, this is Archadia's King. No more Pelagiam now, since thy exile. Know Titan I was born free, as my father, Nor had he power to take that life away That the Gods freely gave me. Tyrants see, Here is that life you by Indenture claim, Seize it, and take it: but before I fallen, Death and destruction shall confound you all. Here he stands, That must for death have honour at thy hands. None interrupt us, singly we'll contend, And'twixt us two give these rude factions end. Death is thy endue, I find it in thy stars, Whilst our high name gives perjod to these wars. This tells me, that you royal King of Creet My father is: and that renowned Queen My mother: all which proves by circumstance, That it's but duty, that by me's achieved. Only you beauteous Lady stands apart, I know not how to style. O my stars! You seek to make immortal, Jupiter. Royal Saturn, If ever I deserved well as a victor, Or if my warlike deeds, yet bleeding new, And perfect both in eyes and memory May plead for me: O if I may obtain, As one that merits, or entreat of you, As one that owes; being titled now your son, Let me espouse fair Juno: and bright Lady Let me exchange the name of sister with you And style you by a nearer name of wife. O be my spouse fair Juno: Our unkind father double tyrannous, To prosecute the virtues of his son, Hath sought his own Fate, and by his ingratitude Left to our head imperial wreathe of Creet: Which gladly we receive. Neptune from Athens, And Pluto from the lower Tartary Both welcome to the Cretan Jupiter. Those Stars that governed our nativity, And stripped our Fortune's from the hand of death, Shall guard us and maintain us. King Melliseus welcome them to Creet. Archas do you the Like. Nay hand him Lords, he is your kinsman too. Archas my son, of fair Calisto born, I hope fair Juno it offends not you, It was before your time. She shall be a Star. And all the Qeenes and beauteous maids on earth That are renowned for high perfections, We'll woe and win, we were born to sway and rule. Nor shall the name of wife be curb to us. Or snaffle in our pleasures. Beauteous Io, And fair Europa, have by out transhapes, And guiles of love already be deflowered, Nor lives she that is worthy our desires, But we can charm with courtship. Royal brother's what news of note is rumoured in those Realms, Through which you made your travels? His renown, And her fair beauty oft hath pierced our ears. Nor can we be at peace, till we behold That face fame hath so blazed on. What of her? But we desire it highly. What marble wall, or Adamantine gate, What Fort of steel, or Castle forged from brass, Love cannot scale? or beauty not break through? Discourse the novel Neptune. Ill does Acrisius to contend and war Against unchanging Fates, Il'e scale that Towers: Or rain down millions in a golden shower. I long to be the father of that babe, Begotten on Danae, that shall prove so brave, And turn the dotard to his marble graven. 'Tis cast already: Fate be thou my guide, Whilst for this amorous journey I provide. That fort I'll scale, Though in attempting it be death to fail. Brother's and Princes, all our Courts rarities Lie open to your royalest entertainment Yet pardon me, since urgence calls me hence To and enforced absence. Nay Queen Juno You must be pleased, the cause imports us highly. Feast with these Princes till our free return. Attendance Lords, we must descend in gold. Or you imprisoned beauty never behold. Sirrah, now I have sworn you to secrecy attend your (charge Thou knowest I have stuffed my pack with rich jewels, to purchase one jewel worth all these. If we get entrance, sooth me up in all things: & if I have recourse to the Princess, if at any time thou seest me whisper to her, find some trick or other to blind the Beldames eyes. No more K. Jupiter but goodman Pedlar, remember that I care not if I take thy counsel. Save you gentle Matrons: may a man be so bold as ask what he may call this rich and stately Tower? O then it's here; I here I must unload. Coming through Creet, the great King Jupiter Entreated me to call here at this Tower, And to deliver you some special Jewels, Of high prised worth, for he would have his bounty Renowned through all the earth. Down with your pack, For here must we unload. Now gold prove thy true virtue. Thou canst all things and therefore this. You shall be well paid for your courtesy, Here's first for you, for you, for, for you, for you. Mean you the Princess Danae? I have tokens from Jupiter to her too. I have lost it. 'Tis my heart, beauty of Angels, Thou art over matched, earth may contend with heaven, Nature thou hast to make one complete creature Cheated even all mortality. This face Hath robbed the morning of her blush, the lily Of her blanched whitnes, and Like theft committed Upon my soul: she is all admiration. But in her eyes I never saw perfect lustre. There is no treasure upon earth but yonder. She is! (o I shall lose my self) This jewel Madam did King Jupiter Command me to leave here for Danae. Are you so sti'ld? Madame he shall. Sirrah set open your pack, And what the Ladies Like let them take freely. His ear is mine, let me command you then. Behold I am the Cretan, Jupiter, That rate your beauty above all these gems. What cannot love, what dares not love attempt? Despite Acrisius and his armed guards, Hither my love hath brought me to receive Or life or death from you, only from you. To love Jupiter. Madam you have not seen a clear stone, For colour or for quickness. Sirrah show all your wares, and let those Ladies best please themselves. As I am son of Saturn, you have wrong To be coop't up within a prison strong. Your father Like a miser cloisters you, But to save cost: he's loath to pay your dower, And therefore keeps you in this brazen Tower. What are you better to be beautiful, When no men eye can come to censure it? What are sweet cates untasted? gorgeous clothes Unworn? or beauty not beheld? yond Beldames With all the furrows in their wrinkled fronts May claim with you Like worth; ey and compare. For eye to censure you none can, none dare. O think you I would lie (With any save Danae.) Let me buy This jewel, your bright love, though rated higher Then Gods can give, or men in prayers desire. That shows how much I love you (sweet) I come this beauty, this rare face to save, And to redeem it from this brazen graven. O do not from men eye this beauty skreen, These rare perfections, which no earthly Queen Enjoys save you: 'twas made to be admired. The Gods, the Fates, and all things have conspired With Jupiter, this prison to invade, And bring it forth to that for which 'twas made. Love Jupiter, whose love with yours shall meet, And having born you hence, make at your feet Kings lay their crowns, & mighty Emperors kneel: O had you but a touch of what I feel, You would both love and pity. Now by thee (For what I most affect, by that I swear) I from this prison will bright Danae bear, And in thy chamber will this night fast seal This covenant made. You shall not, by this kiss. O Danae. Expect me for I come. Come I will. This castle stands remote, no lodging near, Spare us but any corner here below, Be't but the Inner porch, or the least staircase, And we'll begone as early as you please. Gold and reward, thou art mighty, and hast power Over aged, young, the foolish, and the wise, The chaste, and wanton, fowl, and beautiful: Thou art a God on earth, and canst all things. Sleep thou, for I must wake for Danae. Hence cloud of baseness, thou hast done enough To blear you Beldames. When I next appear To you bright Goddess, I will shine in gold, Decked in the high Imperial robes of Creet, And on my head the wreathe of Majesty: For Ornament is a prevailing thing, And you bright Queen I'll now court Like a King. Silence that now hath empire through the world Express thy power and Princedom. Charming sleep Death's younger brother, show thy self as still-less As death himself. None seem this night to live, Save Jove and Danae. But that Goddess won Give them new life breathed with the morning sun, You is the door, that in forbidding me She bade me enter. Women's tongues and hearts Have different tunes: for where they most desire, Their hearts cry on. when their tongues bid retire. Al's whist, I hear the snorting Beldames breathe Soundness of sleep, none wakes save Love and we You bright imprisoned beauty to set free. O thou more beauteous in thy nakedness Then ornament can add to— How sweetly does she breath? how well become Imaginary deadness? But Il'e wake her Unto new life. This purchase I must win, Heavens gates stand open, and Jupiter will in. Danae? It's I, K. Jupiter. You tell me now how much I rate your beauty, Which to attain, I cast my life behind me, As loved much less then you. Repentance I'ld not buy At that high rate, ten thousand times to die. You are mine own, so all the Fates have said. And by their guidance come I to your bed. The night, the time, the place, and all conspire To make me happy in my long desire. Acrisius eyes are charmed in golden sleep, Those Beldames that were placed your bed to keep, All drowned in Lethe (save your downy bed, White sheets, and pillow where you rest your head) None hears or sees; and what can they devise, When they (heaven knows) have neither ears nor eyes. They are deaf in rest, then gentle sweetly further, If you should call, I thus your voice would murder, And strangle with my kisses. And I behind? No: were't the Ocean, such a gem to find, I would dive after. Beauteous Queen I must, But thus conditioned; to return again, With a strong army to redeem you hence, In spite of Arges, and Acrisius, That doom's you to this bondage. Danae, be't a son, It shall be ours when we have Arges won. I sooner should forget My name, my state, then fail to pay this debt, The day-starre' begins appear, the Beldames stir, Ready t'vnlocke the gate, fair Queen adue. My man? Some cloud to cover me, throw over my shoulders Some shadow for this state, the Crones are up, And wait unprison us, nay quickly fellow. King Jupiter shall know your gratitude, Farewell. Arm royal brother's, Creet's too small and I'll, To comprehend our greatness, we must add Arges and Greece to our Dominions. And all the petty Kingdoms of the earth, Shall pay their homage unto Saturn's son, This day we'll take a muster of our forces, And forward make for Arges. Then set on. The Eagle in our ensign we'll display, Jove and his Fortune's guide us in our way. For Arges and Acrisius. In never worse time could the Tyrant come Then now, to break my faith with Danae. O beauteous love, I fear Acrisius ire Will with severest censure chastise thee, And thou wilt deem me faithless and unkind For promise-breach, (but what we must we must) Come valiant Lords, we'll first our own defend Ere against foreign climes our arm extend. Not against Saturn as a Father, we, But as a murderer, lift our opposite hands. Nature and heaven gives us this privilege, To guard our lives gainst tyrants and invaders, That claim we, as we're men, we would but live: Then take not from us, what you cannot give. Yield noble Trojan, ther's not in the field One of thy Nation lifts a hand save thee. I love thy valour, and would woo thy friendship, Go freely where thou wilt, and ransomless. I wish thee nobly Trojan, and since favour Cannot attain thy love, I'll try conclusions, And see if I can purchase it with blows. Stand all apart, and Princes girded us round. I have thee, and will keep thee. A prisoner to my love, else thou art free, My bosom friend, for so I honour thee. Bring him to our presence. How stands it with the beauteous Danae? Acrisius, Arges, and the world shall know Jove hath been wronged in this: her further Fortune's Canst thou relate? What we have scanted is supplied by fate. Here then cease Arms, and now court amorous peace With solemn triumphs, and deer Ganymede, Be henceforth called The friend of Jupiter. And if the Fates hereafter crown our brows With divine honours, as we hope they shall, We'll style thee by the name of Cupbearer, To fill us heavenly Nectar, as fair Hebe Shall do the Like to Juno our bright Queen. Here end the pride of our mortality. Opinion, that makes Gods, must style us higher. The next you see us, we in state must shine, Eternized with honours more divine. This King Lycaon, Since truce and hostage hath taken up these broils, And ended them in peaceful amity, Since all the damage by the Epyrians done, Is on our partly abundantly made good: We come Lycaon to demand the Like Of thee and of thy Kingdom, and for proof, That all our malice is extinct and dead, We bring thy hostage back, demanding ours. This demand Startles my blood, being born I know not where, Yet that I am of gentry at the least, My Spirtt prompts me, and my noble thoughts Give me approved warrant, being and infant Two beauteous Ladies found me in a cave, Where from their voluntary charity, Bees fed me with their honey, for that cause The two bright Ladies called me Jupiter, And to their Father Melliseus brought me, My Foster-father, who hath trained my youth, In feats of Arms, and military prowess, And as and instance of his dearest love, Hath honoured me with this late Embassy. Well remembered. Posts of these news shall be to Epyre sent, Of us, and of our new establishment. Next for Calisto, (but of that no more.) We must take firm possession of this state, Our sword hath won, Licaon lost so late. Hail beauteous Dian, Queen of shades, That dwells beneath these shadowy glades, Mistress of all those beauteous maids, That are by her allowed. Virginity we all profess, Abjure the worldly vain excess, And will to Dyan yield no less Then we to her have vowed. The Shepherds, Satires, Nymph's, and Fawns, For thee will trip it over the lawns. Come to the Forest let us go, And trip it Like the barren Do, The Fawns and Satires still do so, And freely thus they may do. The Fairies dance, and Satires sing, And on the grass tread many a ring, And to their caves their ven'son bring, And we will do as they do, The Shepherds, &c. Our food is honey from the Bees, And mellow fruits that drop from trees, In chase we climb the high degrees Of every steepy mountain, And when the weary day is passed, We at the evening High us fast, And after this our field repast, We drink the pleasant fountain. The Shepherds, &c. There I strid too wide. That step was too large for one that professes the straight order: what a pitiful coil shall I have to counterfeit this woman, to lisp (forsooth) to simper and set my face Like a sweet Gentlewoman's made out of gingerbread? shall I venture or no? My face I fear not: for my beard being in the nonage durst never yet look a Barber in the face. And for my complexion, I have known as brown Lasses as my self have gone for currant. And for my stature, I am not yet of that Giant size, but I may pass for a bona Roba, a Ronnceval a Virago, or a good manly Lass. If they should put me to spin, or to sow, or any such Gentlewomanlike exercise, how should I excuse my bringing up? Tush, the hazard is nothing, compa read with the valve of the gain. Could I manage this business with Art, I should come to a hundred pretty sights in a year, as in the Summer when we come to flay our smocks, &c. I hope Diana does not use to search her maids before she entertains them. But howsoever Be my lose certain, and my profit none, 'Tis for Calisto's love, and I will on. Love and my Hope's do make my load seem light, This wealth I will unburthen in the purchase Of you rich beauty. Prithee ring the bell, I am my self again.