Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 509 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Lucius I will. How now Lavinia, Marcus what means this? Some book there is that she desires to see, Which is it girl of these? Open them boy, But thou art deeper read and better skilled, Come and take choice of all my Library, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Reveal the damned contriver of this deed. What book? Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus? I think she means that there was more than one Confederate in the fact, I more there was: Or else to heaven she heaves them to revenge. Lucius what book is that she tosseth so? Grandsire 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis, My mother gave it me. For love of her that's gone, Perhaps she could it from among the rest. Soft, so busily she turns the leaves, Help her, what would she find? Lavinia shall I read? This is the tragic tale of Philomela? And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape, And rape I fear was root of thine annoy. See brother see, note how she quotes the leaves Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised sweet girl, Ravished and wronged as Philomela was? Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? See, see, I such a place there is where we did hunt, (O had we never, never hunted there) Paterned by that the Poet here describes, By nature made for murders and for rapes. O why should nature build so foul a den, Unless the God's delight in tragedies? Give signs sweet girl, for here are none but friends What Roman Lord it was durst do the deed? Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin ersts, That left the Camp to sin in Lucrece bed. Sat down sweet Niece, brother sit down by me, Apollo, Pallas, Ioue, or Mercury, Inspire me that I may this treason find. My Lord look here, look here Lavinia. This sandy plot is plain, guide if thou canst This after me, I have writ my name, Without the help of any hand at all. Cursed be that hart that forced us to that shift: Writ thou good Niece, and here display at last, What God will have discovered for revenge, Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, That we may know the Traitors and the truth. Oh do ye read my Lord what she hath writs? Stuprum, Chiron, Demetrius. What, what, the lustful sons of Tamora, Performers of this heinous bloody deed? Magni Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera, tam lentus vides? Oh calm thee gentle Lord: Although I know There is enough written upon this earth, To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. My Lord kneel down with me: Lavinia kneel, And kneel sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope, And swear with me, as with the woeful Fear And father of that chaste dishonoured Dame, Lord Iunius Brutus swear for Lucrece rape, That we will prosecute (by good advice) Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
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Lucius I will. How now Lauinia, Marcus what meanes this? Some booke there is that ſhe deſires to ſee, Which is it girle of theſe? Open them boy, But thou art deeper read and better skild, Come and take choyſe of all my Library, And ſo beguile thy ſorrow, till the heauens Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed. What booke? Why lifts ſhe vp her armes in ſequence thus? I thinke ſhe meanes that ther was more then one Confederate in the fact, I more there was: Or elſe to heauen ſhe heaues them to reuenge. Lucius what booke is that ſhe toſſeth ſo? Grandſier 'tis Ouids Metamorphoſis, My mother gaue it me. For loue of her that's gone, Perhahs ſhe culd it from among the reſt. Soft, ſo buſily ſhe turnes the leaues, Helpe her, what would ſhe finde? Lauinia ſhall I read? This is the tragicke tale of Philomel? And treates of Tereus treaſon and his rape, And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy. See brother ſee, note how ſhe quotes the leaues Lauinia, wert thou thus ſurpriz'd ſweet girle, Rauiſht and wrong'd as Philomela was? Forc'd in the ruthleſſe, vaſt, and gloomy woods? See, ſee, I ſuch a place there is where we did hunt, (O had we neuer, neuer hunted there) Patern'd by that the Poet heere deſcribes, By nature made for murthers and for rapes. O why ſhould nature build ſo foule a den, Vnleſſe the Gods delight in tragedies? Giue ſignes ſweet girle, for heere are none but friends What Romaine Lord it was durſt do the deed? Or ſlunke not Saturnine, as Tarquin erſts, That left the Campe to ſinne in Lucrece bed. Sit downe ſweet Neece, brother ſit downe by me, Apollo, Pallas, Ioue, or Mercury, Inſpire me that I may this treaſon finde. My Lord looke heere, looke heere Lauinia. This ſandie plot is plaine, guide if thou canſt This after me, I haue writ my name, Without the helpe of any hand at all. Curſt be that hart that forc'ſt vs to that ſhift: Write thou good Neece, and heere diſplay at laſt, What God will haue diſcouered for reuenge, Heauen guide thy pen to print thy ſorrowes plaine, That we may know the Traytors and the truth. Oh doe ye read my Lord what ſhe hath writs? Stuprum, Chiron, Demetrius. What, what, the luſtfull ſonnes of Tamora, Performers of this hainous bloody deed? Magni Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis ſcelera, tam lentus vides? Oh calme thee gentle Lord: Although I know There is enough written vpon this earth, To ſtirre a mutinie in the mildeſt thoughts, And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes. My Lord kneele downe with me: Lauinia kneele, And kneele ſweet boy, the Romaine Hectors hope, And ſweare with me, as with the wofull Feere And father of that chaſt diſhonoured Dame, Lord Iunius Brutus ſweare for Lucrece rape, That we will proſecute (by good aduiſe) Mortall reuenge vpon theſe traytorous Gothes, And ſee their blood, or die with this reproach.