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 0.87 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Thy fortune may be greater than thy birth, Sit down Aeneas, sit in Dido's place, And if this be thy son as I suppose, Here let him sit, be merry lovely child. This place beseems me not, O pardon me. I'll have it so, Aeneas be content. madam, you shall be my mother. And so I will sweet child: be merry man, Here's to thy better fortune and good stars. In all humility I thank your grace. Remember who thou art, speak like thyself, Humility belongs to common grooms. And who so miserable as Aeneas is? Lies it in Dido's hands to make thee blessed, Then be assured thou art not miserable. O Priamus, O Troy, Oh Hecuba! May I entreat thee to discourse at large, And truly to how Troy was overcome: For many tales go of that City's fall, And scarcely do agree upon one point: Some say Antenor did betray the town, Others report 'twas Sinon's perjury: But all in this that Troy is overcome, And Priam dead, yet how we hear no news. A woeful tale bids Dido to unfold, Whose memory like pale deaths stony mace, Beats forth my senses from this troubled soul, And makes Aeneas sink at Dido's feet. What faints Aeneas to remember Troy? In whose defence he fought so valiantly: Look up and speak. Then speak Aeneas with Achilles' tongue, And Dido and you Carthaginian Peers Hear me, but yet with Myrmidons harsh ears, Daily enured to broils and Massacres, Lest you be moved too much with my sad tale. The Grecian soldiers tired with ten years war, Began to cry, let us unto our ships, Troy is invincible, why stay we here? With whose outcries Atrides being appalled, Summoned the Captains to his princely tent, Who looking on the scars we Trojans gave, Seeing the number of their men decreased, And the remainder weak and out of heart, Gave up their voices to dislodge the Camp, And so in troops all marched to Tenedos: Where when they came, Ulysses on the sand Assayed with honey words to turn them back: And as he spoke to further his intent, The winds did drive huge billows to the shore, And heaven was darkened with tempestuous clouds: Then he alleged the Gods would have them stay, And prophesied Troy should be overcome: And therewithal he called false Sinon forth, A man compact of craft and perjury, Whose 'ticing tongue was made of Hermo's pipe, To force an hundred watchful eyes to sleep: And him Epeus having made the horse, With sacrificing wreaths upon his head, Ulysses sent to our unhappy town: Who groveling in the mire of Zanthus banks, His hands bound at his back, and both his eyes Turned up to heaven as one resolved to die, Our Phrygian shepherd haled within the gates, And brought unto the Court of Priamus: To whom he used action so pitiful, Looks so remorseful, vows so forcible, As there withal the old man overcome, Kissed him, embraced him, and unloosed his bands, And then, O Dido, pardon me.
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Thy fortune may be greater then thy birth, Sit downe Aeneas, sit in Didos place, And if this be thy sonne as I suppose, Here let him sit, be merrie louely child. This place beseemes me not, O pardon me. Ile haue it so, Aeneas be content. Madame, you shall be my mother. And so I will sweete child: be merrie man, Heres to thy better fortune and good starres. In all humilitie I thanke your grace. Remember who thou art, speake like thy selfe, Humilitie belongs to common groomes. And who so miserable as Aeneas is? Lyes it in Didos hands to make thee blest, Then be assured thou art not miserable. O Priamus, O Troy, Oh Hecuba! May I entreate thee to discourse at large, And truely to how Troy was ouercome: For many tales goe of that Cities fall, And scarcely doe agree vpon one poynt: Some say Antenor did betray the towne, Others report twas Sinons periurie: But all in this that Troy is ouercome, And Priam dead, yet how we heare no newes. A wofull tale bids Dido to vnfould, Whose memorie like pale deaths stony mace, Beates forth my senses from this troubled soule, And makes Aeneas sinke at Didos feete. What faints Aeneas to remember Troy? In whose defence he fought so valiantly: Looke vp and speake. Then speake Aeneas with Achilles tongue, And Dido and you Carthaginian Peeres Heare me, but yet with Mirmidos harsh eares, Daily inur'd to broyles and Massacres, Lest you be mou'd too much with my sad tale. The Grecian souldiers tired with ten yeares warre, Began to crye, let vs vnto our ships, Troy is inuincible, why stay we here? With whose outcryes Atrides being apal'd, Summoned the Captaines to his princely tent, Who looking on the scarres we Troians gaue, Seeing the number of their men decreast, And the remainder weake and out of heart, Gaue vp their voyces to dislodge the Campe, And so in troopes all marcht to Tonedos: Where when they came, Vlysses on the sand Assayd with honey words to turne them backe: And as he spoke to further his entent, The windes did driue huge billowes to the shoare, And heauen was darkned with tempestuous clowdes: Then he alleag'd the Gods would haue them stay, And prophecied Troy should be ouercome: And therewithall he calde false Sinon forth, A man compact of craft and periurie, Whose ticing tongue was made of Hermos pipe, To force an hundred watchfull eyes to sleepe: And him Epeus hauing made the horse, With sacrificing wreathes vpon his head, Vlysses sent to our vnhappie towne: Who groueling in the mire of Zanthus bankes, His hands bound at his backe, and both his eyes Turnd vp to heauen as one resolu'd to dye, Our Phrigian shepherd haled within the gates, And brought vnto the Court of Priamus: To whom he vsed action so pitifull, Lookes so remorcefull, vowes so forcible, As there withall the old man ouercome, Kist him, imbrast him, and vnloosde his bands, And then, O Dido, pardon me.