A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 24 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.73 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
The fair Triones with their glimmering light Smiled at the foot of clear Roots a rain, And in the wrath distinguishing the hours, The Lodestar of our course dispersed his clear, When to the seas with blithfull western blasts, We sailed amain, and let the bowling fly: Scarce had we gone ten leagues from sight of land, But lo an host of black and sable clouds, 'Gan to eclipse Lucina's silver face, And with a hurling noise from forth the South, A gust of wind did rear the billows up, Then scantled we our sails with speedy hands, And took our drabblers from our bonnets strait, And severed our bonnets from the courses, Our topsailes up, we truss our spritsailes in, But vainly strive they that resist the heavens. For lo the waves incense them more and more, Mounting with hideous roar from the depth, Our Bark is battered by encountering storms, And wellnigh stemd by breaking of the floods, The stéers-man pale, and careful holds his helm, Wherein the trust of life and safety lay, Till all at once (a mortal tale to tell) Our sails were split by Bisas' bitter blast, Our rudder broke and we bereft of hope, There might you see with pale and ghastly looks, The dead in thought, and doleful merchants lifts, Their eyes and hands unto their Country's Gods, The goods we cast in bowels of the sea, A sacrifice to suage proud Neptune's ire, Only alone a man of Israel, A passenger, did under hatches lie, And slept secure, when we for succour prayed: Him I awoke, and said why slumberest thou? Arise and pray, and call upon thy God, He will perhaps in pity look on us. Then cast we lots to know by whose amiss Our mischief come, according to the guise, And lo the lot did unto Ionas fall, The Israelite of whom I told you last, Then question we his Country and his name, Who answered us, I am an Hebrew borne, Who fear the Lord of heaven, who made the sea, And fled from him for which we all are plagued, So to assuage the fury of my God, Take me and cast my carcase in the sea, Then shall this stormy wind and billow cease. The heavens they know, the Hebrues God can tell, How loath we were to execute his will: But when no Oars nor labour might suffice, We heaved the hapless Ionas overboard. So ceased the storm, and calmed all the sea, And we by strength of oars recovered shore. A wondrous chance of mighty consequence. Ah honoured be the God that wrought the same, For we have vowed, that saw his wondrous works, To cast away profaned Paganism, And count the Hebrues God the only God. To him this offering of the purest gold, This myrrh and Cascia freely I do yield.
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The faire Triones with their glimmering light Smil'd at the foote of cleare Rootes a raine, And in the wrath distinguishing the houres, The Load-starre of our course dispearst his cleare, When to the seas with blithfull westerne blasts, We saild amaine, and let the bowling flie: Scarce had we gone ten leagues from sight of land, But lo an hoast of blacke and sable cloudes, Gan to eclips Lucinas siluer face, And with a hurling noyse from foorth the South, A gust of winde did reare the billowes vp, Then scantled we our sailes with spéedie hands, And tooke our drablers from our bonnets straight, And seuered our bonnets from the courses, Our topsailes vp, we trusse our spritsailes in, But vainly striue they that resist the heauens. For loe the waues incence them more and more, Mounting with hideous roarings from the depth, Our Barke is battered by incountring stormes, And welny stemd by breaking of the flouds, The stéers-man pale, and carefull holds his helme, Wherein the trust of life and safetie laie, Till all at once (a mortall tale to tell) Our sailes were split by Bisas bitter blast, Our rudder broke and we bereft of hope, There might you sée with pale and gastly lookes, The dead in thought, and dolefull merchants lifts, Their eyes and hands vnto their Countries Gods, The goods we cast in bowels of the sea, A sacrifice to swage proud Neptunes ire, Onely alone a man of Israell, A passenger, did vnder hatches lie, And slept secure, when we for succour praide: Him I awooke, and said why slumberest thou? Arise and pray, and call vpon thy God, He will perhaps in pitie looke on vs. Then cast we lots to know by whose amisse Our mischiefe come, according to the guise, And loe the lot did vnto Ionas fall, The Israelite of whom I told you last, Then question we his Country and his name, Who answered vs, I am an Hebrue borne, Who feare the Lord of heauen, who made the sea, And fled from him for which we all are plagu'd, So to asswage the furie of my God, Take me and cast my carkasse in the sea, Then shall this stormy winde and billow cease. The heauens they know, the Hebrues God can tell, How loth we were to execute his will: But when no Oares nor labour might suffice, We heaued the haplesse Ionas ouer-boord. So ceast the storme, and calmed all the sea, And we by strength of oares recouered shoare. A wonderous chance of mighty consequence. Ah honored be the God that wrought the same, For we haue vowd, that saw his wonderous workes, To cast away prophaned Paganisme, And count the Hebrues God the onely God. To him this offering of the purest gold, This mirrhe and Cascia fréely I do yéeld.