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 0.80 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Nay leave not here, resolve me of the rest O th'enchanting words of that base slave, Made him to think Epeus' pine-tree Horse A sacrifice t'appease Minerva's wrath: The rather for that one Laocoon Breaking a spear upon his hollow breast, Was with two winged Serpents stung to death. Whereat aghast, we were commanded straight With reverence to draw it into Troy. In which unhappy work was I employed, These hands did help to hale it to the gates, Through which it could not enter 'twas so huge. O had it never entered, Troy had stood. But Priamus impatient of delay, Enforced a wide breach in that rampired wall, Which thousand battering Rams could never pierce, And so came in this fatal instrument: At whose accursed feet as overjoyed, We banqueted till overcome with wine, Some surfeited and others soundly slept. Which Sinon viewing, caused the Greekish spies To haste to Tenedos and tell the Camp: Than he unlocked the Horse, and suddenly From out his entrails, Neoptolemus Setting his spear upon the ground, leapt forth, And after him a thousand Grecians more, In whose stern faces shined the quenchless fire, That after burned the pride of Asia. By this the Camp was come unto the walls, And through the breach did march into the streets, Where meeting with the rest, kill kill they cried. Frighted with this confused noise, I rose, And looking from a turret, might behold Young infants swimming in their parents' blood, Headless carcases piled up in heaps, Virgins half dead dragged by their golden hair, And with main force flung on a ring of pikes, Old men with swords thrust through their aged sides, Kneeling for mercy to a Greekish lad, Who with steel Pole-axes dashed out their brains. Then buckled I mine armour, drew my sword, And thinking to go down, came Hector's ghost With ashy visage, bluish sulphur eyes, His arms torn from his shoulders, and his breast furrowed with wounds, and that which made me weep, Thongs at his heels, by which Achilles horse Drew him in triumph through the Greekish Camp, Burst from the earth, crying, Aeneas fly, Troy is afire, the Grecians have the town, O Hector who weeps not to hear thy name? Yet flung I forth, and desperate of my life, Ran in the thickest throngs, and with this sword Sent many of their savage ghosts to hell. At last came Pyrrhus fell and full of ire, His harness dropping blood, and on his spear The mangled head of Priam's youngest son, And after him his band of Myrmidons, With balls of wild fire in their murdering paws, Which made the funeral flame that burned fair Troy: All which hemmed me about, crying, this is he. Ah, how could poor Aeneas scape their hands?
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Nay leaue not here, resolue me of the rest O th'inchaunting words of that base slaue, Made him to thinke Epes pine-tree Horse A sacrifize t'appease Mineruas wrath: The rather for that one Laocon Breaking a speare vpon his hollow breast, Was with two winged Serpents stung to death. Whereat agast, we were commanded straight With reuerence to draw it into Troy. In which vnhappie worke was I employd, These hands did helpe to hale it to the gates, Through which it could not enter twas so huge. O had it neuer entred, Troy had stood. But Priamus impatient of delay, Inforst a wide breach in that rampierd wall, Which thousand battering Rams could neuer pierce, And so came in this fatall instrument: At whose accursed feete as ouerioyed, We banquetted till ouercome with wine, Some surfetted and others soundly slept. Which Sinon viewing, causde the Greekish spyes To hast to Tenedos and tell the Campe: Then he vnlockt the Horse, and suddenly From out his entrailes, Neoptolemus Setting his speare vpon the ground, leapt forth, And after him a thousand Grecians more, In whose sterne faces shin'd the quenchles fire, That after burnt the pride of Asia. By this the Campe was come vnto the walles, And through the breach did march into the streetes, Where meeting with the rest, kill kill they cryed. Frighted with this confused noyse, I rose, And looking from a turret, might behold Yong infants swimming in their parents bloud, Headles carkasses piled vp in heapes, Virgins halfe dead dragged by their golden haire, And with maine force flung on a ring of pikes, Old men with swords thrust through their aged sides, Kneeling for mercie to a Greekish lad, Who with steele Pol-axes dasht out their braines. Then buckled I mine armour, drew my sword, And thinking to goe downe, came Hectors ghost With ashie visage, blewish sulphure eyes, His armes torne from his shoulders, and his breast Furrowd with wounds, and that which made me weepe, Thongs at his heeles, by which Achilles horse Drew him in triumph through the Greekish Campe, Burst from the earth, crying, Aeneas flye, Troy is a fire, the Grecians haue the towne, O Hector who weepes not to heare thy name? Yet flung I forth, and desperate of my life, Ran in the thickest throngs, and with this sword Sent many of their sauadge ghosts to hell. At last came Pirrhus fell and full of ire, His harnesse dropping bloud, and on his speare The mangled head of Priams yongest sonne, And after him his band of Mirmidons, With balles of wilde fire in their murdering pawes, Which made the funerall flame that burnt faire Troy: All which hemd me about, crying, this is he. Ah, how could poore Aeneas scape their hands?