Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
THe hushed contentment of two silent hours, Breath pleasing airs on these attentive ears; And since we see in this well furnished room, All our best neighbours are so kindly met, we would devise some pleasing talk to spend: The lazy hours of the tedious night: But for our own invention, 'twas too weak, Whereon our young Muse durst wholly lean. We here present for to revive a tale, Which once in Athens great Eurypedes In better phrase at such a meeting told The learned Athenians with much applause: The same we will retell unto your ears, Whose Attic judgement is no less than theirs: We here as builders which do oft take stones, From out old buildings, then must hew and cut, To make them square, and fitting for a new; So from an old foundation we have ta'en, Stones ready squared for our new edifice, Which if in pleasing our weak skill offends In making corners disproportionate, Some room too narrow or some loft too high; Yet we will hope, if the whole structure fall, Your bands like props will serve to bear up all. NOw a fair blessing bless my dearest earth, And like a Bride adorn thy royal brow, With fruits rich Garand; a new married Bride Unto thy King and Husband, who too long Hath left thee widowed: O, methinks I see How all my Grecians with unsatiate looks And greedy eyes do bid me welcome home: Each ear that hears the clamour seems to grieve It cannot speak, and give a (welcome King:) Come Clytaemnestra, let not anger make His wrinkled seat upon my love's fair brow, I have too long been absent from thy bed, Chide me for that anon, when arm in arm I shall relate those projects in love terms, Which when they first were acted, made Mars fear To see each man turned to a God of war. O my dear Lord, absence of things we love, Thus intermixed, makes them the sweeter prove: That your departure pierced my tender soul, Witness those crystal floods which in my eyes Did make a sea, when you should go to sea, Those streams which then flowed from the veins of grief At your return do overflow the banks. But 'tis with joy. Now these ears indeed Have changed their place: they which were wont to hear No music but the summoning of war Blown thorough discords brazen instrument, Are blessed now with accents that do fill My age-dried veins with youthful blood again. These eyes which had no other object once, But Hector 'twixt the arms of Greece and Troy, Hewing down men, and making every field Flow with a sea of blood, now see's blood flow In my Orestes cheek: heaven bless this plant Sprung from the sap of this now juiceless oak, Now be thy branches green, under whose shade I may be shadowed from the heat of war. Rise young Orestes, Oh how it glads my soul, To see my Queen and Son, my Son and Queen.
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THe hush'd contentment of two silent howres, Breath pleasing ayres on these attentiue eares; And since wee see in this well furnish'd roome, All our best neighbours are so kindely me, Wee would deuise some pleasing talke to spend: The lazie howres of the tedious night: But for our owne inuention, 'twas too weake, Whereon our young Muse durst wholly leane. We heere present for to reuiue a tale, Which once in Athens great Eurypedes In better phrase at such a meeting told The learn'd Athenians with much applause: The same we will retell vnto your eares, Whose Atticke iudgement is no lesse then theirs: We here as builders which doe oft take stones, From out old buildings, then must hew and cut, To make them square, and fitting for a new; So from an old foundation we haue ta'n, Stones ready squar'd for our new aedifice, VVhich if in pleasing our weake skill offends In making corners disproportionate, Some roome too narrow or some loft too high; Yet we will hope, if the whole structure fall, Your bands like props will serue to beare vp all. NOw a faire blessing blesse my dearest earth, And like a Bride adone thy royall brow, With fruits rich Garand; a new married Bride Vnto thy King and Husband, who too long Hath left thee widdowed: O, me thinks I see How all my Grecians with vnsatiate lookes And greedy eyes doe bid mee welcome home: Each eare that heares the clamour seemes to grieue It cannot speake, and giue a (welcome King:) Come Clytemnestra, let no anger make His wrinkled seat vpon my loues faire brow, I haue too long beene absent from thy bed, Chide me for that anon, when arme in arme I shall relate those proiects in loue termes, Which when they first were acted, made Mars feare To see each man turn'd to a God of warre. O my deare Lord, absence of things wee loue, Thus intermixt, makes them the sweeter proue: That your departure pierc'd my tender soule, Witnesse those Christall floods which in my eyes Did make a sea, when you should goe to sea, Thos streames which then flow'd from the veines of griefe At your returne doe ouerflow the banks. But tis with ioy. Now these eares indeed Haue chang'd their place: they which were wont to heare No musique but the summoning of warre Blowne thorow discords brazen instrument, Are blessed now with accents that doe fill My age-dry'd veynes with youthfull blood againe. These eyes which had no other obiect once, But Hector twixt the armes of Greece and Troy, Hewing downe men, and making euery field Flow with a sea of blood, now see's blood flow In my Orestes cheeke: heauen blesse this plant Sprung from the sap of this now iuicelesse oake, Now be thy branches greene, vnder whose shade I may be shaddowed from the heat of warre. Rise young Orestes, Oh how it glads my soule, To see my Queene and Sonne, my Sonne and Queene.