Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla typicality 0.75 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Souls sunk in sorrows, never are without 'em; They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about 'em. The spartan gods are gracious, our humility Shall bend before their Altars, and per Their Temples with abundant sacrifice. See Lords, Amyclas your old King is entering Into his youth again. I shall shake on This silver badge of age, and change this snow For hairs as gay as are Apollo's locks; Our heart leaps in new vigour. May old time Run back to double your long life (great Sir) It will, it must Armostes, thy bold Nephew, Death-braving Ithocles, brings to our gates Triumphs and peace upon his conquering sword. Laconia is a monarchy at length; Hath in this latter war trod underfoot Messene's pride; Messene bows her neck To Lacedaemon's royalty: o 'twas A glorious victory, and doth deserve More than a Chronicle; a Temple Lords, A Temple, to the name of Ithocles. Where didst thou leave him Prophilus? At Pephon Most gracious Sovereign; twenty of the noblest Of the Messenians, there attend your pleasure For such conditions as you shall propose. In settling peace, and liberty of life. When comes your friend and General? He promised To follow with all speed convenient. Our daughter— Dear Calantha, the happy news, The conquest of Messene, hath already Enriched thy knowledge. With the circumstance And manner of the fight, related faithfully By Prophilus himself; but pray Sir, tell me, How doth the youthful General demean His actions in these fortunes? Excellent Princess, Your own fair eyes may soon report a truth Unto your judgement, with what moderation, Calmness of nature, measure, bounds and limits thankfulness and joy, 'a doth digest Such amplitude of his success, as would In others, moulded of a spirit less clear, Advance 'em to comparison with heaven. But Ithocles.— Your friend.— He is so Madam, In which the period of my Fate consists: He in this Firmament of honour, stands Like a Star fixed, not moved with any thunder Of popular applause, or sudden lightning Of self-opinion: He hath served his Country, And thinks 'twas but his duty. You describe A miracle of man. Such Crotolon, On forfeit of a king's word thou wilt find him: Hark, warning of his coming, all attend him. Return into these arms, thy home, thy sanctuary. Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosom, Mine own, own Ithocles. Your humblest subject. Proud of the blood I claim an Interest in; As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee Right noble Nephew. Sir, your love's too partial. Our Country speaks by me, who by thy valour, Wisdom and service, shares in this great action; Returning thee, in part of thy due merits, A general welcome. You exceed in bounty. Chrystalla, Philena, the Chaplet.— Ithocles Upon the wings of Fame, the singular And chosen fortune of an high attempt, Is borne so past the view of common sight, That I myself, with mine own hands, have wrought To crown thy Temples, this provincial garland; Accept, wear, and enjoy it, as our gift Deserved, not purchased.
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Soules sunke in sorrowes, never are without 'em; They change fresh ayres, but beare their griefes about 'em. The Spartne gods are graciou, our humility Shall bend before their Altars, and per Their Temples with abundant sacrifice. ee Lords, Amyclas your old King is entring Into his youth againe. I shall shake on This siluer badge of age, and change this snow For haires as gay as are Apollo's lockes; Our heart leaps in new vigour. May old time Run backe to double your long life (great Sir) It will, it must Armostes, thy bold Nephew, Death-brauing Ithocles, brings to our gates Triumphs and peace vpon his conquering sword. Laconia is a monarchy at length; Hath in this latter warre trod vnderfoot Messenes pride; Messene bowes her necke To Lacedemons royalty: ô 'twas A glorious victory, and doth deserue More then a Chronicle; a Temple Lords, A Temple, to the name of Ithocles. Where didst thou leave him Prophilus? At Pephon Most gracious Soueraigne; twenty of the noblest Of the Messenians, there attend your pleasure For such conditions as you shall propose. In setling peace, and liberty of life. When comes your friend and General? He promis'd To follow with all speed conuenient. Our daughter — Deere Calantha, the happy newes, The conquest of Messene, hath already Enrich'd thy knowledge. With the circumstance And manner of the fight, related faithfully By Prophilus himselfe; but pray Sir, tell me, How doth the youthfull Generall demeane His actions in these fortunes? Excellent Princesse, Your owne faire eyes may soone report a truth Vnto your judgement, with what moderation, Calmenesse of nature, measure, bounds and limits f thankefulne and ioy, 'a doth digest Such amplitude of his successe, as would In others, moulded of a spirit lesse cleare, Aduance 'em to comparison with heaven. But Ithocles.— Your friend.— He is so Madam, In which the period of my Fate consists: He in this Firmament of honour, stands Like a Starre fixt, not mov'd with any thunder Of popular applause, or sudden lightning Of selfe-opinion: He hath seru'd his Country, And thinks 'twas but his duty. You describe A miracle of man. Such Crotolon, On forfeit of a Kings word thou wilt finde him: Harke, warning of his comming, all attend him. Returne into these armes, thy home, thy sanctuary. Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosome, Mine owne, owne Ithocles. Your humblest subiect. Proud of the blood I claime an Interest in; As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee Right noble Nephew. Sir, your love's too partiall. Our Country speakes by me, who by thy valour, Wisdome and seruice, shares in this great action; Returning thee, in part of thy due merits, A generall welcom. You exceed in bounty. Chrystalla, Philena, the Chaplet. — Ithocles Vpon the wings of Fame, the singular And chosen fortune of an high attempt, Is borne so past the view of common sight, That I my selfe, with mine owne hands, haue wrought To crowne thy Temples, this provinciall garland; Accept, weare, and enioy it, as our gift Deseru'd, not purchas'd.