Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
What diuell-Cacus drags our Fortune back? Doth She move retrograde? and hoist us up. That we may fall at height? Why dost Camillus Each night torment my sleep, and cry, Revenge? I strive against the stream. Thus join we Standards: And resign the keys Of Troynovant, with all our warlike forces. By me the Trinobants submit, and Cenimagnians, Segontiacs, Ancalites, Bybrockes, and Cassians, six worthy nations do desire thy guard. All, all shall know our love. The Tyrant lies on Isis' flowery banks, Where a full Quire sing of white-surpliced swans. The fords unlevel belly they have fenced, With sharp stakes under water. Nor stakes, lakes, fords, nor swords shall check our progress: Those downy swans shall hear more funeral notes. Their Kings departed, Nennius dead, whose loss Would tears extort even from Pumicean eyes; Had Britain nursed but such another Champion, They might have stuck their darts on our barred gates, And Latium trembled with contrary fates. In what now lies their hope? Great numbers still remain: nay worse, they laugh At death, and boldly trust (as Druids preach) Their souls who die in fight shall live in joy. Hence count they dangers, benefits: and die With freedom in their mouth, and wilful rage. But let soft mildness wait on women, Let Thy wrath ring through the woods in dusty noise, To tell thy coming. No man's built so lofty, But his foundation meets the humble dust: Which undermined, how high he pierced the clouds, So deep he sinks. Hostile and civil foes shake top and root As winds invade above, and Vines below. And so will We. No doubt: This blow shall like an earthquake move The roots and pillars of this sea-clipt I'll. A cloud of vultures shall attend our Camp, And no more shall the fields bear Vert, but Gules: The grain engrained in purple die shall lose His verdant hue. Bones, marrow, humane limbs Shall putrifying reek, whose vapoured slime Kindled on high may breed long-bearded Stars, To tell more mischief, and out-beard Apollo. Let's waste no time, lest more unto him flock, As humours glide to guard the wounded member. Atrius, let our ships be drawn on shore, New-rigged and mended. I must needs confess him A darling of the gods; under whose colours Stars, winter, sky, and tempests serve in pay, And know both march and skirmish by his Drum. O my dear Lady, hast thou slain thyself? So fairly pure, so kindly chaste, so A Venus and Diana mixed in one. She eat her meat with studs of Pearl, she kissed With Rubies, and she looked with Diamonds bright. Fish seas, and foul the air, hunt all the earth, For such another bit, and lose your labour. O, why dost thou complain. Had she not killed herself, no cruel Atropos, No fury could for pity cut her thread. She was the Loadstone of all eyes, The whetstone Of all brains, the touchstone of all hearts: She was—
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What diuell-Cacus drags our Fortune backe? Doth Shee mooue retrograde? and hoyst vs vp. That we may fall at heigth? Why doest Camillus Each night torment my sleep, and cry, Reuenge? I striue against the streame. Thus ioyne we Standards: And resigne the keies Of Troynovant, with all our warlike forces. By me the Trinobants submit, and Cenimagnians, Segontiackes, Ancalites, Bybrockes, and Cassians, Sixe worthy nations doe desire thy guard. All, all shall know our loue. The Tyrant lies on Isis flowrie bankes, Where a full Quier sing of white-surplist swannes. The foordes vnleuell belly they haue fenced, With sharpe stakes vnder water. Nor stakes, lakes, foords, nor swords shall checke our progresse: Those downie swannes shall heare more funerall notes. Their Kings departed, Nennius dead, whose losse Would teares extort euen from Pumicean eies; Had Britaine nurst but such another Champion, They might haue stucke their darts on our barr'd gates, And Latium trembled with contrary fates. In what now lies their hope? Great numbers still remaine: nay worse, they laugh At death, and boldly trust (as Druids preach) Their soules who die in fight shall liue in ioy. Hence count they dangers, benefits: and die With freedome in their mouth, and willfull rage. But let soft mildnes waite on women, Let Thy wrath ring through the woods in dustie noise, To tell thy comming. No man's built so loftie, But his foundation meetes the humble dust: Which vndermin'd, how high he pearc'd the clouds, So deep he sinkes. Hostile and ciuill foes shake top and roote As windes inuade aboue, and Vines below. And so will We. No doubt: This blow shall like an earth-quake mooue The rootes and pillars of this sea-clipt Ile. A cloud of vultures shall attend our Campe, And no more shall the fields beare Vert, but Gules: The graine en-graind in purple die shall loose His verdant hue. Bones, marrow, humane limbes Shall putrifying reake, whose vapoured slime Kindled on high may breed long-bearded Starres, To tell more mischiefe, and out-beard Apollo. Let's wast no time, least more vnto him flocke, As humours glide to guard the wounded member. Atrius, let our ships be drawne on shoare, New-rigg'd and mended. I must needs confesse him A darling of the gods; vnder whose colours Starres, winter, skie, and tempests serue in pay, And know both march and skirmish by his Drumme. O my deare Ladie, hast thou slaine thy selfe? So fairely pure, so kindly chast, so A Venus and Diana mixt in one. She eat her meate with studdes of Pearle, she kist With Rubies, and she look't with Diamonds bright. Fish seas, and foule the aire, hunt all the earth, For such another bit, and loose your labour. O, why dost thou complaine. Had she not kill'd her selfe, no cruell Atropos, No fury could for pitty cut her thread. She was the Load-stone of all eies, The whet-stone Of all braines, the touch-stone of all hearts: She was—