Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
No sooner had your worthy valiant son, Severed the Dukes into seven several parts, And set them to defence of several gates, And brought in brave array his horsemen out, First to encounter with their mighty foen, And likewise pitched, the footmen face to face Against the footmen of their enemies, But fiercely straight, the armies did approach, Swarming so thick, as covered clean the field, When dreadful blast of braying trumpets sound, Of doleful drums, and thundering cannon shot, Gave hideous sign of horror of the fight, Then 'gan the Greeks to give their sharp assault, Then from the walls our stout courageous men, With rolling stones, with peise of hugy beams, With flying darts, with flakes of burning fire, And deadly blows, did beat them back again: Thus striving long, with stout and bloody fight, Whereby full many thousand slaughtered were, The hardy Greeks came underneath the walls, Of whom, first Capaney (a lusty Knight) Did scale the walls, and on the top thereof Did vaunt himself, when many hundred more, With fierce assaults did follow him as fast. Then lo, the Captains seven bestirred themselves, (Whose names ye have already understood) Some here, some there, nought dreading loss of life, With new relief to feed thee fainting breach: And Polynice, he bended all the force Of his whole charge, against the greatest gate, When suddenly a flash of lightning flame From angry skies strake captain Capaney, That there down dead he fell, at sight whereof The gazers one were fraught with sudden fear. The rest, that strove to mount the walls so fast, From ladders top did headlong tumble down. Herewith our men encouraged by good hap, Took hardy hearts, and so repulsed the Greeks. There was Eteocles and I with him, Who setting first those soldiers to their charge, Ran straight to tother gates, unto the weak He manly comfort gave, unto the bold His lusty words increased courage still, In so much as th'amazed Grecian king When he did hear of Capaney his death, Fearing thereby the Gods became his foen Out from the trench withdrew his weary host. But rash Eteocles (presuming too too much Upon their flight) did issue out of Thebes, And forward straight with strength of chivalry, His flying foes courageously pursued. To long it were to make recount of all That wounded been, or slain, or captive now, The cloudy air was filled round about With howling cries and woeful wailing plaints: So great a slaughter (O renowned Queen) Before this day I think was never seen. Thus have we now cut of the fruitless hope The Grecians had, to sack this noble town. What joyful end will happen hereunto Yet know I not: the gods turn all to good. " To conquer, lo, is doubtless worthy praise, But wisely for to use the conquest got, " Hath ever won immortal sound of fame Well, yet therewhile in this we may rejoice, Sith heaven and heavenly powers are pleased therewith.
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No soner had your worthy valiant sonne, Seuerde the Dukes into seauen seuerall partes, And set them to defence of seuerall gates, And brought in braue arraye his horssemen out, First to encounter with their mightie foen, And likewise pitcht, the footemen face to face Against the footemen of their enimies, But fiercely straight, the armies did approche, Swarming so thicke, as couerde cleane the fielde, When dreadfull blast of braying trumpets sounde, Of dolefull drummes, and thundring cannon shot, Gaue hideous signe of horrour of the fight, Then gan the Greekes to giue their sharpe assaulte, Then from the walls our stout couragious men, With rolling stones, with paisse of hugie beame, With flying dartes, with flakes of burning fire, And deadly blowes, did beate them backe againe: Thus striuing long, with stout and bloudie fighte, Whereby full many thousande slaughtered were, The hardie Greekes came vnderneath the walls, Of whome, first Capaney (a lustie Knight) Did scale the walls, and on the top thereof Did vaunt himselfe, when many hundred moe, With fierce assaultes did followe him as fast. Then loe, the Captaines seauen bestirrde themselues, (Whose names ye haue alreadie vnderstoode) Some here, some there, nought dreading losse of life, With newe reliefe to feede thée fainting breach: And Polinice, he ended all the force▪ Of his whole charge, against the greatest , When sodenly a flashe of lightning flame From angrie skies strake captaine Capaney, That there downe dead he fell, at sight whereof The gazers one were fraught with soden feare. The rest, that stroue to mount the walles so fast, From ladders toppe did headlong tumble downe. Herewith our men encouragde by good happe, Toke hardy harts, and so repulst the Grekes. There was Eteocles and I with him, Who setting first those souldiers to their charge, Ranne streight to thother gates, vnto the weake He manly comforte gaue, vnto the bold His lusty words encreased courage still, In so much as th'amased Grecian king When he did heare of Capaney his death, Fearing thereby the Gods became his foen Out from the trench withdrewe his wearie host. But rashe Eteocles (presuming too too much Uppon their flight) did issue out of Thebes, And forwarde straighte with strength of chiualrie, His flying foes couragiously pursude. To long it were to make recompt of all That wounded bene, or slaine, or captiue now, The cloudy ayre was filled round aboute With houling cries and wofull wayling plaints: So great a slaughter (O renowmed Quéene) Before this day I thinke was neuer séene. Thus haue we now cut of the fruitlesse hope The Grecians had, to sacke this noble towne. What ioyfull end will happen herevnto Yet know I not: the gods tourne all to good. "To conquere, lo, is doubtlesse worthy praise, "But wisely for to vse the conquest gotte, "Hath euer wonne immortall sound of fame Well, yet therewhile in this we may reioice, Sith heauen and heauenly powers are pleased therewith.