Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
They are the noblest Of all Thessalia, this same sacrifice They send to Pyrrhus, stout Achilles' son, Every fourth year (at such time as the feast Again is kept unto Apollo here) For here was Pyrrhus massacred before Apollo's altars by enraged Orestes, This message is more honourably done Than any of the rest, because they say The Captain is sprung from Achilles' line. Indeed, such is the beauty of his person And brave majestic carriage, as confirms He is some goddess son. I fain would see him. You shall, and his brave ordered sacrifice, Cariclea too, my daughter, must be there Today by custom, at the funeral pomp Of Neoptolemus, but you have seen her Before. Yes, and done sacrifice together. Come, you must go unto the Temple with us To help me in this ceremonious work. Lead on, I'll follow, if I'm prompted right, Strange things will happen after this rare sight Thisbe my love, we must act closely, and with great circumspection, lest we be discovered by the mischievous Demeneta, who (as thou sayst) hates me more now than she loved me before. You talk simply Cnemon, if you count it a dangerous matter for me being a bondmaid, bought with money, to be taken a-bed with you; what punishment think you her worthy, who is a freewoman, and lawfully married to a husband, yet playeth false, and beareth a man too many. I judge her worthy of death, but who is the person, prithee? Your virtuous stepmother, my Mistress Demeneta, now you may be revenged upon her by discovering it to your father Aristippus. I can scarce believe it. To confirm my report (if you please) I will deliver the adulterer unto you in the very act. You shall do me a courtesy then. With all my heart, not only for your sake who have been injured by her before, but for mine own also, who, for that she hath me in jealousy, am used of her very extremely, wherefore if thou be a man apprehend him. Else let me die in scorn and infamy, I'll kill them both, for ne'er shall it be said, That Cnemon knew his father's bed defiled And durst not be revenged, assist my hand Infernal furies, Thisbe lead the way That I may do the deed ere see the day. 'Tis late i'th' night, sweet husband, let's to bed, I cannot have too much of your embraces, The envious day will interrupt our sport, methinks we married were but yesterday. Conceivest thou so, that doth proceed from love, But I am old, and thou a sprightly lass. You wrong yourself, you are a lusty man, For were you old the dull effects of age Would then appear, but I have had experience Of your performance, Cnemon, I believe, Your son is not so active in his trade.
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They are the nobleſt Of all Theſſalia, this ſame ſacrifice They ſend to Pirrhus, ſtout Achilles ſonne, Every fourth yeere (at ſuch time as the feaſt Agen is kept unto Apollo here) For here was Pirrhus maſſacred before Apollos altars by enrag'd Oreſtes, This meſſage is more honourably done Than any of the reſt, becauſe they ſay The Captaine is ſprung from Achilles line. Indeed, ſuch is the beauty of his perſon And brave majeſticke carriage, as confirmes He is ſome goddeſſe ſonne. I faine would ſee him. You ſhall, and his brave order'd ſacrifice, Cariclea too, my daughter, muſt be there To day by cuſtome, at the funerall pompe Of Neoptolemus, but you have ſeene her Before. Yes, and done ſacrifice together. Come, you muſt goe unto the Temple with us To helpe me in this ceremonious worke. Lead on, I'le follow, if I'm prompted right, Strange things will happen after this rare ſight Thisbe my love, we muſt act cloſely, and with great circumſpection, leſt we be diſcovered by the miſchievous Demeneta, who (as thou ſay'ſt) hates me more now than ſhe lov'd me before. You talke ſimply Cnemon, if you count it a dangerous matter for me being a bond-maid, bought with money, to be taken a bed with you; what puniſhment thinke you her worthy, who is a free-woman, and lawfully married to a husband, yet playeth falſe, and beareth a man too many. I judge her worthy of death, but who is the perſon, prethee? Your vertuous ſtepmother, my Miſtreſſe Demeneta, now you may be reveng'd upon her by diſcovering it to your father Ariſtippus. I can ſcarce believe it. To confirme my report (if you pleaſe) I will delive the adulterer unto you in the very act. You ſhall doe me a courteſie then. VVith all my heart, not onely for your ſake who have been injured by her before, but for mine owne alſo, who, for that ſhe hath me in jealouſie, am uſed of her very extreamely, wherefore if thou be a man apprehend him. Elſe let me die in ſcorne and infamie, Ile kill them both, for ne're ſhall it be ſaid, That Cnemon knew his fathers bed defil'd And durſt not be reveng'd, aſſiſt my hand Infernall furies, Thisbe lead the way That I may doe the deed ere ſee the day. 'Tis late 'ith night, ſweet husband, let's to bed, I cannot have too much of your imbraces, The envious day will interrupt our ſport, Me thinks we married were but yeſterday. Conceiv'ſt thou ſo, that doth proceed from love, But I am old, and thou a ſprightly laſſe. You wrong your ſelfe, you are a luſty man, For were you old the dull effects of age Would then appeare, but I have had experience Of your performance, Cnemon, I believe, Your ſonne is not ſo active in his trade.