Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Where ere Ancora handmaid of the Sun, Where ere the Sun-bright guardian of the day, Where ere the joyful day with cheerful light, Where ere the light illuminates the word, The Trojans glory flies with golden wings, Wings that do soar beyond fell envious flight, The fame of Brutus and his followers Pierceth the skies, and with the skies the throne Of mighty Ioue Commander of the world, Then worthy Brutus, leave these sad laments, Comfort yourself with this your great renown, And fear not death though he seem terrible. Nay Corinus you mistake my mind In construing wrong the cause of my complaints, I feared to yield myself to fatal death, Cod knows it was the least of all my thought, A greater care torments my very bones, And makes me tremble at the thought of it, And in you Lordings doth the substance lie. Most noble Lord, if aught your loyal peers Accomplish may, to ease your lingering grief, I in the name of all protest to you, That we will boldly enterprise the same, Were it to enter to black Tartarus, Where triple Cerberus with his venomous throat, Scarreth the ghosts with high resounding noise, We'll either rent the bowels of the earth, Searching the entrails of the brutish earth, Or with his Ixion's overdaring soon, Be bound in chains of ever during steel. Then hearken to your sovereigns latest words, In which I will unto you all unfold, Our royal mind and resolute intent, When golden Hebe daughter to great Ioue, Covered my manly cheeks with youthful down, Th'unhappy slaughter of my luckless sire, Drove me and old Assaracus mine eme, As exiles from the bounds of Italy, So that perforce we were constrained to fly To Grecians Monarch noble Pandrassus, There I alone did undertake your cause, There I restored your antic liberty, Though Grecia frowned, and all Mollossia stormed, Though brave Antigonus with martial band, In pitched field encountered me and mine, Though Pandrassus and his contributories, With all the rout of their confederates, Sought to deface our glorious memory, And wipe the name of Trojans from the earth, Him did I captivate with this mine arm, And by compulsion forced him to agree To certain articles which there we did propound, From Graecia through the boisterous Hellespont, We came unto the fields of Lestrigon, Whereas our brother Corineius was, Which when we passed the Sicilian gulf, And so trasnfretting the Illician sea, Arrived on the coasts of Aquitane, Where with an army of his barbarous Gaules Goffarius and his brother Gathelus Encountering with our host, sustained the foil, And for your sakes my Turnus there I lost, Turnus that slew six hundredth men at arms All in an hour, with his sharp battle-axe, From thence upon the strons of Albion To Corus' haven happily we came, And quelled the giants, comen of Albion's race, With Gogmagog son to Samotheus, The cursed Captain of that damned crew, And in that I'll at length I placed you. Now let me see if my laborious toils, If all my care, if all my grievous wounds, If all my diligence were well employed.
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Where ere Ancora handmayd of the Sunne, Where ere the Sun-bright gardiant of the day, Where ere the ioyfull day with chearfull light, Where ere the light illuminates the word, The Troyans glorie flies with golden wings, Wings that do soare beyond fell enuious flight, The fame of Brutus and his followers Pearceth the skies, and with the skies the throne Of mightie Ioue Commaunder of the world, Then worthie Brutus, leaue these sad laments, Comfort your selfe with this your great renowne, And feare not death though he seeme terrible. Nay Corinus you mistake my mynd In construing wrong the cause of my complaints, I feard to yeeld my selfe to fatall death, Cod knowes it was the least of all my thought, A greater care torments my verie bones, And makes me tremble at the thought of it, And in you Lordings doth the substance lie. Most noble Lord, if ought your loyall peers Accomplish my, to ase your lingring grief, I in the name of all protest to you, That we will boldly enterprise the same, Were it to enter to black Tartarus, Where triple Cerberus with his venomous throte, Scarreth the ghoasts with high resounding noyse, Wele either rent the bowels of the earth, Searching the entrailes of the brutish earth, Or with his Ixions ouerdaring soone, Be bound in chaines of euer during steele. Thē harken to your soueraigns latest words, In which I will vnto you all vnfold, Our royall mind and resolute intent, When golden Hebe daughter to great Ioue, Couered my manly cheeks with youthful downe, Th'vnhappie slaughter of my lucklesse sire, Droue me and old Assarachus mine ame, As exiles from the bounds of Italy, So that perforce we were constraind to flie To Graecians Monarke noble Pandrassus, There I alone did vndertake your cause, There I restord your antique libertie, Though Grecia fround, and all Mollossia stormd, Though braue Antigonus with martiall band, In pitched field encountred me and mine, Though Pandrassus and his contributories, With all the out of their confederates, Sought to deface our glorious memorie, And wipe the name of Troians from the earth, Him did I captiuate with this mine arme, And by compulsion forst him to agree To certain artickles which there we did propound, From Graecia through the boisterous Hellespont, We came vnto the fields of Lestrigon, Whereas our brother Corineius was, Which when we passed the Cicillian gulfe, And so transfretting the Illician sea, Arriued on the coasts of Aquitane, Where with an armie of his barbarous Gaules Goffarius and his brother Gathelus Encountring with our hoast, sustaind the foile, And for your sakes my Turnus there I lost, Turnus that slew six hundreth men at armes All in an houre, with his sharpe battle-axe, From thence vpon the strons of Albion To Corus hauen happily we came, And queld the giants, comne of Albions race, With Gogmagog sonne to Samotheus, The cursed Captaine of that damned crew, And in that Ile at length I placed you. Now let me see if my laborious toiles, If all my care, if all my greeuous wounds, If all my diligence were well imploid.