Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.78 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Run from his side, whole catacacts, all Greece: Apollo how am I bound now for this That I do only see this happiness, Hecuba, Priam, young Astyanax Look Hecuba, Greece now doth act your woes, Laugh Hecuba, for now Electra weeps: And Tyndarus he knows not what to do: Come little coz, come my Astyanax, Orestes is in a worse case than thou. Still I had others for to weep with me, But none are left to laugh now, but myself; What should he fear at home? A conqueror fear? 'tis done, 'tis done, leave fighting Hector, leave, The Grecians mean to fight against themselves, From Tyndarus the first brand took fire Which burned down Troy: and now another here Kindles from him, to set afire Greece, Graia iuuenca venit, quae se, patremque virumque Perdidit, Io laetor, Graia iuuenca venit: Helen, thy sister Helen, nay she's thine: Who could have thought that Hector being slain, Old Priam made a sacrifice to death, Troy turned to cinders, poor Andromacha Dragged by her hair to death, Astyanax Sent out o'th' world before he well came in, Ha, ha, who could have thought after all this Cassandra should have ever laughed again, One hour of laughter following many years Of discontent, doth help to sweeten tears. Fair morning to my Queen, nay more, my love, How likes my sweet her change of bedfellow? Look as a hollow leafless failing oak, To whom for that he hath been her weight too long, The earth denies to lend him moisture, so His sap fails, and he stands on a green 'mongst sprouting Elms, that they may seem more fresh Whilst he's but held a monument of years, Such one seemed Agamemnon; a dry tree: Thou like a sprouting elm, whom I embrace Like twining ivy, with these now-blessed arms, Blessed whilst this treasure in them they holdlocked. O who'd not do a murder for a woman! Heaven had but two things for the Gods reserved Fire, and women, when with Giant thought Promotheus had ta'en one, Ioue in his rage Threw him the tother, bade him keep 'em both, O theyare rare creatures, they have such Maeanders, Their tears will come and go with such Art, Come now my Queen, one sweet Ambrosian kiss; O Nectar! prithee hadst thou taught thy tears How they should flow before: No, trust me love, I knew my tears would soon be at command, And faith the boy had almost made me weep Really once: were not my curses rare? Yes, all was woman like, but yet that boy He took it deeply, would he were with his father, So gone, it skills not how, were he away We would act freely all our lustful play: O but my love, he's mine; nor can the raven Dig her sharp beak into her own birds breast; He will forget his father: woe will break, 'Tis not the greatest grief that most doth speak.
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Run from his side, whole Catarackts, all Greece: Apollo how am I bound now for this That I doe onely see this happinesse, Hecuba, Priame, young Astianax Looke Hecuba, Greece now doth act your woes, Laugh Hecuba, for now Electra weeps: And Tyndarus he knows not what to doe: Come little Cuz, come my Astianax, Orestes is in a worse case then thou. Still I had others for to weepe with me, But none are left to laugh now, but my selfe; What should he feare at home? A conquerer feare? Tis don, 'tis done, leaue fighting Hector, leaue, The Grecians meane to fight against themselues, From Tyndarus the first brand tooke fire Which burnt downe Troy: and now an other here Kindles from him, to set a fire Greece, Graia iuuenca venit, quae se, patremque virum que Perdidit, Io laetor, Graia iuuenca venit: Hellen, thy sister Hellen, nay shee's thine: Who could haue thought that Hector being slaine, Old Priame made a sacrifice to death, Troy turn'd to cindars, poore Andromacha Dragg'd by her haire to death, Astianax Sent out o'th world before he well came in, Ha, ha, who could haue thought after all this Cassandra should haue euer laught againe, One houre of laughter following many yeeres Of discontent, doth helpe to sweeten teares. FAire morning to my Queene, nay more, my loue, How likes my sweet her change of bedfellow? Looke as a hollow leafelesse failing oake, To whom for that he hath bin her weight too long, The earth denies to lend him moysture, so His sap failes, and he stands on a green Mongst sprouting Elms, that they may seem more fresh Whilst hee's but held a monument of yeeres, Such one seem'd Agamemnon; a drie tree: Thou like a sprouting elme, whom I embrace Like twining Iuy, with these now-blest armes, Blest whilst this treasure in them they holdlockt. O who'ld not doe a murder for a woman! Heauen had but two things for the Gods reseru'd Fire, and women, when with Giant thought Promotheus had tane one, Ioue in his rage Threw him the to'ther, bad him keepe 'em both, O th'are rare creatures, they haue such Maeanders, Their teares will come and goe with such Art, Come now my Queene, one sweet Ambrosian kisse; O Nectar! prethe hadst thou taught thy teares How they should flow before: No, trust me loue, I knew my teares would soon be at command, And faith the boy had almost made me weepe Really once: were not my curses rare? Yes, all was woman like, but yet that boy He tooke it deepely, would he were with his father, So gon, it skills not how, were he away We would act freely all our lustfull play: O but my loue, hee's mine; nor can the rauen Dig her sharpe beake into her owne birds brest; He will forget his father: woe will breake, 'Tis not the greatest griefe that most doth speake.