Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.73 · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Not sooner had your worthy valiant son, Severde 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 strait, the armies did approach, Swarming so thick, as covered clean the field, When dreadful blast of braying trumpets sounds, Of doleful drums, and thundering cannon shot, Gave hideous sign of horror of the fight, Then 'gan the Greekes 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, naught dreading loss of life, With new relief to feed the fainting breach: And Polynices, he bended all the force Of his whole charge, against the greatest gate, When suddenly a flash of lightning flame From angry skies struck captain Capaney That there down dead he fell: at sight whereof The gazers on were fraught with sudden fear. The rest, that strove to mount the walls so fast, From ladder's 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 Graecian king When he did hear of Capaney his death, Fearing thereby the Gods become 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 strait with strength of chivalry, His flying foes courageously pursued. Too 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, Sigh heaven and heavenly powers are pleased therewith.
Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico
Publication year (edition)
1575
First performance / composition (Annals)
1566
First performance (BritDrama)
1566 [1566-1567]
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Translation;Nonprofessional;University/Inns of Court
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 107 · TCP A01514 · DEEP 5007.03
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1788–1853 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 68 in this edition
Length
498 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.726 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
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 ſounds, 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 beames, 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 Greeks 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 follow 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 féede the fainting breach: And Polynice, he bended all the force Of his whole charge, againſt the greateſt gate, When ſodenly a flaſhe of lightning flame From angrie ſkies ſtrake captaine Capaney That there downe dead he fell: at ſight whereof The gazers on 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. Ther 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 Vppon their flight) did iſſue out of Thebes, And forwarde ſtraight with ſtrength of chiualrie, His flying foes couragiouſly purſude. Too 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 reioyce, Sith heauen and heauenly powers are pleaſde therewith.