Peele, George · published 1584 · first performed or written 1581 [c.1581-1584] (Annals) pastoral · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.75 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
COndemned soul Ate, from lowest hell, And deadly rivers of the infernal love, Where bloodless ghosts in pains of endless date Fill ruthless ears with never ceasing cries, Behold I come in place, and bring beside The bane of Troie: behold the fatal fruit Reached from the golden tree of Proserpine. Proud Troy must fall, so bid the gods above, And stately Ilium's lofty towers be racet By conquering hands of the victorious foe: King Priam's palace waste with flaming fire, Whose thick and foggy smoke piercing the sky, Must serve for messenger of sacrifice t'appeaze the anger of the angry heavens, And Priam's younger son, the shepherd swain, Paris th'unhappy organ of the Greeks. So loath and weary of her heavy load The Earth complains unto the hellish prince, Surcharged with the burden that she nill sustain. Th'Unpartial daughters of Necessity been aids in her suit: and so the twine That holdes olde Priams house, the threede of Tr Dame Atrops with knife in sunder cuts. Done be the pleasure of the powers above, Whose hests men must obey: and I my part Perform in Ida vales: Lordings adieu, Imposing silence for your task, I end, Till just assembly of the goddesses Make me begin the Tragedy of Troie. SILVANUS, either Flora doth s ng Or Faunus made vs tarrie all to longe, For by this morning mirth to should appear The 〈◊〉 or the goddesses be near My 〈◊〉 was nimble, Pan, and whipped apace Twashappie that we caught him vp at last. The fattest fairest faune the chace I wonder how the knaue could skip so fast. And I have brought a twagger for the nonce A bunting lamb: nay, pray you feel no bones. Believe me now, my cunning much I miss, If euer Pan felt fattr lambe then this. Sirs, you may boast your flocks & herds that been both fresh & fair, Yet hath Silvanus walks ywis that stand in wholesome air. And lo the honour of the woods, the gallant Oak-bow, Do I bestow laden with Acorns & with mast enough. Peace man for shame, shalt have both lambs & dames & flocks and herds & all, And all my pipes to make the glee, we meet not now to brawl. There's no such matter, Pan▪ we are all friends assembled hither, To bid Queen Iuno and her feres most humbly welcome hither. Diana mistress of our woods, her presence will not want, Her courtesy to all her friends we wot is nothing scant. Ye Par, no farther yet, & had the start of me, Why then Pomona wit her fruit comes time enough I see: Come on a while, with country store like friends we vent- forth, Thinkest Faunus that these goddesses will take our gifts in worth. Yea doubtless, for shall tell thee dame, 'twere better give a thing, A sign of love, unto a mighty person, or a king: Then to a rude and barbarous swayne but bad and baselie borne, For gentlie takes the gentleman that oft the clowne will scorne.
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COndemned soule Ate, from lowest hell, And deadlie riuers of the infernall , Where bloudles ghostes in paines of endles date Fill ruthles eares with neuer ceasing cries, Beholde I come in place, and bring beside The bane of Trie: beholde the fatall frute Raught from the golden tree of Prsrpi. Proude Troy must fall, so bidde the gods aboue, And statelie Iliums loftie towers be racet By conquering handes of the victorious foe: King Priams pallace waste with flaming fire, Whose thicke and foggie smoake peircing the skie▪ Must serue for messenger of sacrifice Tappeaze the anger of the angrie heauens, And Priams younger sonne, the sheepeherde swaine, Paris th'unhappie organ of the Greekes. So loath and weerie of her heauie loade The Earth complaynes vnto the hellish prince, Surcharged with the burden that she nill sustaine. Th'unpartiall daughters of Necessitie Bin aydes in her ute: and so the twine That holdes olde Priams house, the threede of Tr Dame Atrops with knife in sunder cutte. Done be the pleasure of the powers aboue, Whose hestes men must obey: and I my parte Performe in Ida vales: Lordinges adieu, Imposing silence for your taske, I ende, Till iust assemblie of the goddesses Make me beginne the Tragedie of Tri. SILVANUS, either Flora doth s ng Or Faunus made vs tarrie all to longe, For by this morning mirth it shoulde appea The Muss or the goddesses be near My faune was nimble, Pan, and whipt apace Twashappie that we caught him vp at last. The fattest fairest faune the chace I wonder how the knaue could skip so fast. And I haue brought a twagger for the nonce A bunting lambe: nay, pray you feele no bones. Beleeue me now, my cunning much I misse, If euer Pan felt fattr lambe then this. Sirs, you may boast your flockes & herdes that bin both fresh & faire, Yet hath Siluanus walks ywis that stand in holsome ayre. And loe the honor of the woodes, the gallant Oken-bowe, Do I bestowe laden with Acornes & with mast enough. Peace man for shame, shalt haue both lambes & dames & flockes and herdes & al, And all my pipes to make the glee, we meete not now to brawle. Theres no such matter, Pan▪ we are all friendes assembled hether▪ To bid Queene Iuno and her pheeres most humblie welcome hether. Diana mistresse of our woodes, her presence will not want, Her curtesie to all her friendes we wot is nothing skant. Yee Par, no farther yet, & had the starte of me, Why then Pomona with her fruite comes time enough I see: Come on a while▪ with countrie store like friendes we vente forth, Thinkest Faunus that these goddesses will take our giftes in woorth. Yea doubtles, for shall tell thee dame, twere better giue a thing, A signe of loue, vnto a mightie person, or a king: Then to a rude and barbarous swayne but bad and baselie borne, For gentlie takes the gentleman that oft the clowne will scorne.