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 · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
What length or breadth shall this brave town contain? Not past four thousand paces at the most. But what shall it be called, Troy as before? That have I not determined with myself. Let it be termed Aenea by your name. Rather Ascania by your little son. Nay, I will have it called Anchisaon, Of my old father's name. Aeneas stay, Ioues Herald bids thee stay. Whom do I see, Ioues winged messenger? Welcome to Carthage new erected town. Why cousin stand you building Cities here, And beautifying the Empire of this Queen, While Italy is clean out of thy mind? To too forgetful of thine own affairs, Why wilt thou so betray thy sons good hap? The king of Gods sent me from highest heaven, To sound this angry message in thine ears. Vain man, what monarchy expectest thou here? Or with what thought sleepest thou in Libya shore? If that all glory hath forsaken thee, And thou despise the praise of such attempts: Yet think upon Ascanius prophesy, And young Iulus more than thousand years, Whom I have brought from Ida where he slept, And bore young Cupid unto Cypress I'll. This was my mother that beguiled the Queen, And made me take my brother for my son: No marvel Dido though thou be in love, That daily danglest Cupid in thy arms: Welcome sweet child, where hast thou been this long? Eating sweet Comfits with Queen Dido's maid, Who eversince hath lulled me in her arms. Sergestus, bear him hence unto our ships, Lest Dido spying him keep him for a pledge. Spendst thou thy time about this little boy, And givest not ear unto the charge I bring? I tell thee thou must straight to Italy, Or else abide the wrath of frowning Ioue. How should I put into the raging deep, Who have no sails nor tackling for my ships? What would the Gods have me Deucalion like, Float up and down where ere the billows drive? Though she repaired my fleet and gave me ships, Yet hath she ta'en away my oars and masts, And left me neither sail nor stern aboard. How now Aeneas, sad, what means these dumps? Iarbas, I am clean besides myself, Ioue hath heaped on me such a desperate charge, Which neither art nor reason may achieve, Nor I device by what means to contrive. As how I pray, may I entreat you tell. With speed he bids me sail to Italy, whenas I want both rigging for my fleet, And also furniture for these my men. If that be all, than cheer thy drooping looks, For I will furnish thee with such supplies: Let some of those thy followers go with me, And they shall have what thing soe'er thou needst.
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What length or bredth shal this braue towne cōtaine? Not past foure thousand paces at the most. But what shall it be calde, Troy as before? That haue I not determinde with my selfe. Let it be term'd Aenea by your name. Rather Ascania by your little sonne. Nay, I will haue it calde Anchison, Of my old fathers name. Aeneas stay, Ioues Herald bids thee stay. Whom doe I see, Ioues winged messenger? Welcome to Carthage new erected towne. Why cosin stand you building Cities here, And beautifying the Empire of this Queene, While Italy is cleane out of thy minde? To too forgetfull of thine owne affayres, Why wilt thou so betray thy sonnes good hap? The king of Gods sent me from highest heauen, To sound this angrie message in thine eares. Vaine man, what Monarky expectst thou here? Or with what thought sleepst thou in Libia shoare? If that all glorie hath forsaken thee, And thou despise the praise of such attempts: Yet thinke vpon Ascanius prophesie, And yong Iulus more then thousand yeares, Whom I haue brought from Ida where he slept, And bore yong Cupid vnto Cypresse Ile. This was my mother that be guild the Queene, And made me take my brother for my sonne: No maruell Dido though thou be in loue, That daylie danlest Cupid in thy armes: Welcome sweet child, where hast thou been this long? Eating sweet Comfites with Queene Didos maide, Who euersince hath luld me in her armes. Sergestus, beare him hence vnto our ships, Lest Dido spying him keepe him for a pledge. Spendst thou thy time about this little boy, And giuest not eare vnto the charge I bring? I tell thee thou must straight to Italy, Or els abide the wrath of frowning Ioue. How should I put into the raging deepe, Who haue no sailes nor tackling for my ships? What would the Gods haue me Deucalion like, Flote vp and downe where ere the billowes driue? Though she repairde my fleete and gaue me ships, Yet hath she tane away my oares and masts, And left me neither saile nor sterne abourd. How now Aeneas, sad, what meanes these dumpes? Iarbus, I am cleane besides my selfe, Ioue hath heapt on me such a desperate charge, Which neither art nor reason may atchieue, Nor I deuise by what meanes to contriue. As how I pray, may I entreate you tell. With speede he bids me saile to Italy, When as I want both rigging for my fleete, And also furniture for these my men. If that be all, then cheare thy drooping lookes, For I will furnish thee with such supplies: Let some of those thy followers goe with me, And they shall haue what thing so ere thou needst.