Lyly, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1590] (Annals) pastoral; comedy · Children of Paul's (first) T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.74 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
That young cruel resembleth old Apes, who kill by culling; from the top of this Rock whereon she sitteth, will she throw thee headlong into the Sea, whose song is the instrument of her witchcraft, never smiling but when she meaneth to smite, and under the flattery of love, practiseth the shedding of blood. What are thou, which so blasphemest this divine creature? I am the Ghost of Ulysses, who continually hover about these places, where this Syren haunteth, to save those which otherwise should be spoiled: stop thine ears, as I did mine, and succour the fair, but by thy folly, the most infortunate Protea. Protea? What dost thou hear, Petulius? Where is Protea? In this thicket, ready to hang herself, because thou carest not for her, that did swear to follow: curse this hag, who only hath the voice and face of a Virgin, the rest all fish and feathers, and filth; follow me, and strongly stop thine ears, left the second encounter make the wound incurable. Is this a Syren, and thou Ulysses? cursed be that hellish carcase, and blessed be thy heavenly spirit. I shrink my head for shame. O Ulysses, is it not enough for thee to escape, but also to teach others? Sing and die, nay die, and never sing more. Follow me at this door, and out at the other. How am I delivered! the old man is vanished, and here for him stands Protea. Here standeth Protea, that hath saved thy life, thou must also prolong hers: but let us into the woods, and there I will tell thee how I came to Ulysses, and the sum of all my fortunes, which happily will breed in thee both love and wonder. I will, and only love Protea, and never cease to wonder at Protea. Cupid, thou hast transformed my Nymphs and incensed me, them to shapes unreasonable, me to anger immortal, for at one time I am both robbed of mine honour and my Nymphs. Ceres, thy Nymphs were stubborn, and thyself speaking so imperiously to Cupid, somewhat stately. If you ask the cause in choler, Sic volo, sic jubeo: if in courtesy, Quae venu ex merito poena dolenda venit. They were disdainful, and have their deserts; thou Ceres, dost but govern the guts of men, I the hearts: thou seekest to starve Erisychthon with thy ministered famine, whom his daughter shall preserve by my virtue love. Thou art but a god Cupid. No Ceres, but such a god as maketh thunder fall out of Ioues hand, by throwing thoughts into his heart, and to be more terrified with the sparkling of a Lady's eye, than men with the flashes of his lightning: such a god that hath kindled more fire in Neptune's bosom, than the whole Sea which he is king of can quench: such power have I, that Pluto's never dying fire, doth but scorch in respect of my flames. Diana hath felt some motions of love, Vesta doth, Ceres shall.
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That young cruell resembleth old Apes, who kill by culling; from the top of this Rocke whereon shee sitteth, will shee throw thee headlong into the Sea, whose song is the instrument of her witchcraft, neuer smiling but when shee meaneth to smite, and vnder the flatterie of loue, practiseth the sheading of bloud. What are thou, which so blasphemest this diuine creature? I am the Ghost of Vlisses, who continually houer about these places, where this Syren haunteth, to saue those which otherwise should be spoyled: stop thine eares, as I did mine, and succour the faire, but by thy folly, the most infortunate Protea. Protea? What dost thou heare, Petulius? Where is Protea? In this thicket, ready to hang her selfe, because thou carest not for her, that did sweare to follow: curse this hag who onely hath the voice and face of a Virgine, the rest all fish and feathers, and filth; follow me, and strongly stoppe thine eares, left the second encounter make the wound incurable. Is this a Syren, and thou Vlisses? cursed be that hellish carkas, and blessed be thy heauenly spirit. I shrinke my head for shame. O Vlisses, is it not enough for thee to escape, but also to teach others? Sing and die, nay ie, and neuer sing more. Followe me at this doore, and out at the other. How am I deliuered! the old man is vanished, and here for him stands Protea. Here standeth Protea, that hath saued thy life, thou must also prolong hers: but let vs into the woods, and there I will tell thee howe I came to Vlisses, and the summe of all my fortunes, which happily will breed in thee both loue and wonder. I will, and onely loue Protea, and neuer cease to wonder at Protea. Cupid, thou hast transformed my Nymphes and incensed me, them to shapes vnreasonable, me to anger immortall, for at one time I am both robd of mine honour and my Nymphes. Ceres, thy Nymphes were stubborne, and thy selfe speaking so imperiously to Cupid, somewhat stately. If you aske the cause in choller, Sic volo, sic iubeo: if in curtesie, Quae venu ex merito poena dolenda venit. They were disdainefull, and haue their deserts; thou Ceres, doest but gouerne the guts of men, I the hearts: thou seekest to starue Erisicthon with thy ministred famine, whome his daughter shall preserue by my vertue loue. Thou art but a god Cupid. No Ceres, but such a god as maketh thunder fall out of Ioues hand, by throwing thoughts into his heart, and to bee more terrified with the sparkling of a Ladies eye, then men with the flashes of his lightning: such a god that hath kindled more fire in Neptunes bosome, then the whole Sea which he is king of can quench: such power haue I, that Plutoes neuer dying fire, doth but scorch in respect of my flames. Diana hath felt some motions of loue, Vesta doth, Ceres shall.