Marlowe, Christopher / Nashe, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1586 [c.1585-1586; possibly 1591] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.82 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Where finding Aeolus entrenched with storms, And guarded with a thousand grisly ghosts, She humbly did beseech him for our bane, And charged him drown my son with all his train. Then 'gan the winds break ope their brazen doors, And all Aeolia to be up in arms: Poor Troy must now be sacked upon the Sea, And Neptune's waves be envious men of war, Epeus' horse to Aetna's hill transformed, Prepared stands to wrack their wooden walls, And Aeolus like Agamemnon sounds The surges, his fierce soldiers to the spoil: See how the night Ulysses-like comes forth, And intercepts the day as Dolon erst: Ay me! the Stars surprised like Rhesus Steeds, Are drawn by darkness forth Astraus tents. What shall I do to save thee my sweet boy? whenas the waves do threat our Crystal world, And Proteus raising hills of floods on high, Intends ere long to sport him in the sky. False Iupiter, rewardst thou virtue so? What? is not piety exempt from woe? Then die Aeneas in thine innocence, Since that religion hath no recompense. Content thee Cytherea in thy care, Since thy Aeneas wandering fate is firm, Whose weary limbs shall shortly make repose, In those fair walls I promised him of yore: But first in blood must his good fortune bud, Before he be the Lord of Turnus' town, Or force her smile that hitherto hath frowned: Three winters shall he with the Rutiles war, And in the end subdue them with his sword, And full three summers likewise shall he waste, In managing those fierce barbarian minds: Which once performed, poor Troy so long suppressed, From forth her ashes shall advance her head, And flourish once again that erst was dead: But bright Ascanius beauties better work, Who with the Sun divides one radiant shape, Shall build his throne amidst those starry towers, That earthborn Atlas groaning underprops: No bounds but heaven shall bound his Empery, Whose azured gates enchased with his name, Shall make the morning haste her grey uprise, To feed her eyes with his engraven fame. Thus in stout Hector's race three hundred years, The Roman Sceptre royal shall remain, Till that a Princess priest conceived by Mars, Shall yield to dignity a double birth, Who will eternize Troy in their attempts. How may I credit these thy flattering terms, When yet both sea and sands beset their ships, And Phoebus as in stygian pools, refrains To taint his tresses in the Tyrrhen main? I will take order for that presently: Hermes awake, and haste to Neptune's realm, Whereas the Wind-god warring now with Fate, Besiege the offspring of our kingly loins, Charge him from me to turn his stormy powers, And fetter them in Vulcan's sturdy brass, That durst thus proudly wrong our kinsman's peace. Venus' farewell, thy son shall be our care: Come Ganymede, we must about this gear.
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Where finding Aeolus intrencht with stormes, And guarded with a thousand grislie ghosts, She humbly did beseech him for our bane, And charg'd him drowne my sonne with all his traine. Then gan the windes breake ope their brazen doores, And all Aeolia to be vp in armes: Poore Troy must now be sackt vpon the Sea, And Neptunes waues be enuious men of warre, Epeus horse to Aetnas hill transformd, Prepared stands to wracke their woodden walles, And Aeolus like Agamemnon sounds The surges, his fierce souldiers to the spoyle: See how the night Vlysses-like comes forth, And intercepts the day as Dolon erst: Ay me! the Starres supprisde like Rhesus Steedes, Are drawne by darknes forth Astraus tents. What shall I doe to saue thee my sweet boy? When as the waues doe threat our Chrystall world, And Proteus raising hils of flouds on high, Entends ere long to sport him in the skie. False Iupiter, rewardst thou vertue so? What? is not pietie exempt from woe? Then dye Aeneas in thine innocence, Since that religion hath no recompence. Content thee Cytherea in thy care, Since thy Aeneas wandring fate is firme, Whose wearie lims shall shortly make repose, In those faire walles I promist him of yore: But first in bloud must his good fortune bud, Before he be the Lord of Turnus towne, Or force her smile that hetherto hath frownd: Three winters shall he with the Rutiles warre, And in the end subdue them with his sword, And full three Sommers likewise shall he waste, In mannaging those fierce barbarian mindes: Which once performd, poore Troy so long supprest, From forth her ashes shall aduance her head, And flourish once againe that erst was dead: But bright Ascanius beauties better worke, Who with the Sunne deuides one radiant shape, Shall build his throne amidst those starrie towers, That earth-borne Atlas groning vnderprops: No bounds but heauen shall bound his Emperie, Whose azured gates enchased with his name, Shall make the morning hast her gray vprise, To feede her eyes with his engrauen fame. Thus in stoute Hectors race three hundred yeares, The Romane Scepter royall shall remaine, Till that a Princesse priest conceau'd by Mars, Shall yeeld to dignitie a dubble birth, Who will eternish Troy in their attempts. How may I credite these thy flattering termes, When yet both sea and sands beset their ships, And Phoebus as in stygian pooles, refraines To taint his tresses in the Tyrrhen maine? I will take order for that presently: Hermes awake, and haste to Neptunes realme, Whereas the Wind-god warring now with Fate, Besiege the ofspring of our kingly loynes, Charge him from me to turne his stormie powers, And fetter them in Vulcans sturdie brasse, That durst thus proudly wrong our kinsmans peace. Venus farewell, thy sonne shall be our care: Come Ganimed, we must about this geare.