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Fuimus Troes (The True Trojans) · chunk 3 of 34

Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals)
history · at University
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 448 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

Thus much I know, Great Caesar, that they lent Their secret aid unto the neighbour Gaules; Fostering their fugitives with friendly care: Which made your victory fly with slower wing. That's cause enough. They shall not henceforth range Abroad for War, we'll bring Him to their doors: His ugly Idol shall displace their gods, Their dear Penates, and in desolate streets Raise trophies high of barbarous bones, whose stench May poison all the rest. I long to stride This Hellespont, or bridge it with a Navy, Disclosing to our Empire unknown Lands, Until the Arctic Star for Zenith stands. Then raise the Camp, and strike a dreadful March, And unawares pour vengeance on their heads: Be like the winged Bolt of angry Iove. Or chiding Torrent, whose late-risen stream From mountains bended top runs raging down, Deflowering all the virgin dales. First let's advise; For soon to ruin come Rash weapons, which lack counsel grave at home. What need consulting, where the Cause is plain? The likeliest Cause without regard proves vain. Provide for Battle, but of Truce of word. Where peace is first refused, should come the sword. But 'tis unlike, their self-presuming might Will curbed be with terms of Civil Right. 'tis true: yet so, we stop the people's cry, When we propose, and they do peace deny. we'll therefore wise Ambassadors dispatch, Parents of Love, the Harbingers of Leagues, Men that may speak with mildness mixed with courage, Having quick feet, broad eyes, short tongues, long ears; To warn the British Court. And further view the Ports, fathom the Seas, Learn their complotments; where Invasion may Be soonest entertained. All this shall lie On Volusene, a Legate, and a Spy. My care and quickness shall deserve this kindness. Mean time unite, and range your scattered troops. Embark your Legions at the Iccian shore, And teach Erynnis swim, which crawled before. Although the people's voice constrains me hold This Regal staff, whose massy weight would bruise Your age and pleasures: yet this, Nephews, know: Your trouble less, your honour is the same, As if you wore the Diadem of this I'll. meanwhile Androgeus hold unto your use Our Lady-City Troynovant, and all The Toll and Tribute of delicious Kent; Of which each Quarter can maintain a King. Have you, Themantius, Cornwall's Dukedom large, Both rich and strong, in metals and in men. I must to Verulam's fenced town repair, And as Protector for the whole take care. My heart agrees. Henceforth ye Sovereign cares, State-mysteries, false graces, jealous fears, The Linings of a Crown, forsake my Brain: These Territories neither are too wide, To trouble my content; nor yet too narrow, To feed a Princely train.
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PlayFuimus Troes (The True Trojans)
AuthorFisher, Jasper
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1625 [c.1611-1633]
First performance (BritDrama)1619 [1607-1624]
Theaterat University;
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1005 · TCP A00760 · DEEP 819
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 121–181 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 34 in this edition
Length448 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.746
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thus much I know, Great Caesar, that they lent Their secret ayde vnto the neighbour Gaules; Fostering their fugitiues with friendly care: Which made your victory flye with slower wing. That's cause enough. They shall not henceforth range Abroad for Warre, Wee'l bring Him to their doores: His vgly Idoll shall displace their gods, Their deare Penates, and in desolate streetes Raise trophees high of barbarous bones, whose stench May poyson all the rest. I long to stride This Hellespont, or bridge it with a Navy, Disclosing to our Empire vnknowne Landes, Vntill the Arcticke Starre for Zenith stands. Then raise the Campe, and strike a dreadfull March, And vnawares poure vengeance on their heads: Be like the winged Bolt of angry Iove. Or chiding Torrent, whose late-risen streame From mountaines bended toppe runnes raging downe, Deflouring all the virgin dales. First let's advise; For soone to ruine come Rash weapons, which lacke counsell graue at home. What need consulting, where the Cause is plaine? The likeliest Cause without regard proues vaine. Provide for Battaile, but of Truce of word. Where peace is first refus'd, should come the sword. But tis vnlike, their selfe-presuming might Will curbed be with termes of Ciuill Right. Tis true: yet so, we stop the peoples cry, When we propose, and they doe peace deny. Wee'l therefore wise Embassadours dispatch, Parents of Loue, the Harbingers of Leagues, Men that may speake with mildnesse mixt with courage, Hauing quicke feete, broad eyes, short tongues, long eares; To warne the Brittish Court. And further view the Ports, faddome the Seas, Learne their complotments; where Invasion may Be soonest intertaind. All this shall lye On Volusene, a Legate, and a Spy. My care and quicknesse shall deserue this kindnesse. Meane time vnite, and range your scattered troupes. Imbarke your Legions at the Iccian shoare, And teach Erynnis swimme, which crawl'd before. Although the peoples voyce constraines me hold This Regall staffe, whose massie waight would bruise Your age and pleasures: yet this, Nephewes, know: Your trouble lesse, your honour is the same, As if you wore the Diademe of this Ile. Meane while Androgeus hold vnto your vse Our Lady-City Troynovant, and all The Toll and Tribute of delicious Kent; Of which each Quarter can maintaine a King. Haue you, Themantius, Cornewalles Dukedome large, Both rich and strong, in mettalles and in men. I must to Verulams fenced towne repaire, And as Protectour for the whole take care. My heart agrees. Henceforth ye Soveraigne cares, State-mysteries, false graces, iealous feares, The Linings of a Crowne, forsake my Braine: These Territories neither are too wide, To trouble my content; nor yet too narrow, To feed a Princely traine.