Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.84 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Fill up your hands and make thereof no spare, For this yet lawful is from Troy to take Let down your garments from your shoulders bare. And suffer not your clamour so to slake. Your naked breasts wait for your hands to smite Now dolour deep now sorrow show thy might: Make all the coasts that compass Troy about Witness the sound of all your careful cry Cause from the Caves the echo to cast out: Rebounding voice of all your misery: Not as she wonts, the latter word to sound But all your woe from far let it rebound Let all the Seas it hear, and eke the land Spare not your breasts with heavy stroke to strike Beat ye yourselves, each one with cruel hand For yet your wonted cry doth me not like We bewail Hector. Our naked arms, thus here we rent for thee, And bloody shoulders, (Hector) thus we tear: Thus with our fists, our heads lo beaten be And all for thee, behold we hale our hear. Our dugs alas, with mother's hands be torn And where the flesh is wounded round about Which for thy sake, we rent thy death to morn The flowing streams of blood, they spring thereout. Thy country's shore, and destinies delay. And thou to wearied Trojans wast an aid, A wall thou wast, and on thy shoulders Troy Ten years it stood, on thee alone it staid, With thee it fell: and fatal day alas Of Hector both, and Troy but one there was. Enough hath Hector: turn your plaint and moan And shed your tears for Priam every chone. Receive our plaints, O lord of Phrygian land And old twice captive king, receive our fear, While thou wert king. Troy hurtless then could stand Though shaken twice, with Grecian sword it wear, And twice did shot of Hercles' quiver bear, At latter loss of Hecuba's sons all And rogues for kings, that high on piles we rear: Thou father shutst our latest funeral. And beaten down, to Ioue for sacrifies. Like lifeless block, in Troy thy carcase lies. Yet turn ye once your tears, another way, My Priam's death, should not lamented be. O Trojans all, full happy is Priam say. For free from bondage, down descended he, To the lowest Ghost: and never shall sustain His Captive neck with Greeks to yoked be. He never shall behold the Atrids twain Nor false Ulysses ever shall he see, Not he a pray for Greeks to triumph at His neck shall subject to their conquests bear Ne give his hands to tie behind his back, That to the rule of Sceptres wonted wear, Nor following Agamemnon's chare, in band Shall he be pomp, to proud Mycenae's land. Full happy Priam is, each one we say That took with him his Kingdom then that stood Now safe in shade, he seeks the wandering way, And treads the paths of all Elysium's wood, And in the blessed spirits, full happy he, Again there seeks to meet with Hector's Ghost. Happy Priam, happy whoso may see, His Kingdom all, at once with him be lost.
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¶Fill vp your handes and make therof no ſpare, For this yet lawful is from Troy to take Let dovvne your garmentes from your ſhoulders bare. And ſuffer not your clamour ſo to ſlake. Your naked breaſtes wayte for your handes to ſmight Now dolor deepe now ſorrow ſhevv thy might: Make all the coaſtes that compas Troy about Witnes the ſouude of all your careful crye Cauſe from the Caues the eccho to caſt out: Rebounding voyce of all your miſery: Not as ſhe wontes, the latter word to ſound But all your woe from farre let it rebound Let al the Seas it heare, and eke the land Spare not your breaſtes vvith heauy ſtroake to ſtrike Beate ye your ſelues, ech one vvith cruell hand For yet your vvonted crie doth me not like VVe bevvayle Hector. Our naked armes, thus here vve rent for thee, And bloudy ſhoulders, (Hector) thus vve teare: Thus vvith our fiſtes, our heades lo beaten bee And all for thee, behold vve hale our heare. Our dugges alas, vvith mothers hands be torne And vvhere the fleſh is vvounded round about VVhich for thy ſake, vve rent thy death to morne The flovving ſtreames of bloud, they ſpring thereout. Thy countres ſhore, and deſtinies delay. And thou to vvearied Troians vvaſt an ayde, A vvall thou vvaſt, and on thy ſhoulders Troy Ten yeres it ſtode, on thee alone it ſtaide, VVith thee it fell: and fatall day alas Of Hector both, and Troy but one there vvas. Enough hath Hector: turne yonr plaint and mone And ſhed your teares for Pryame euery chone. Receiue our plaintes, O lord of Phrigian land And old tvviſe captiue king, receiue our feare, VVhile thou vvert king. Troy hurtles then could ſtand Though ſhaken tvviſe, with Grecian ſword it weare, And twiſe did ſhot of Hercles quiuer beare, At latter loſſe of Hecubes ſonnes all And roges for kings, that hgih on piles we reare: Thou father ſhut ſtour lateſt funerall. And beaten downe, to Ioue for ſacrifies. Like liueles blocke, in Troy thy carkas lies. Yet turne ye once your teares, another way, My pryams death, ſhould not lamented be. O Troyans all, ful happy is Pryame ſay. For free from bondage, downe deſcended hee, To the loweſt Ghoſte: and neuer ſhall ſuſtayne His Captiue necke with Greekes to yoked bee. Hee neuer ſhal behold the Atrids twayne Nor falſe Vliſſes euer ſhal he ſee▪ Not hee a pray for Greekes to triumph at His necke ſhall ſubiect to their conqueſtes beare Ne geue his handes to tye behynde his backe, That to the rule of Scepters wonted weare, Nor following Agamemnons chare, in bande Shall he bee pompe, to proude Mycenas land. ¶Ful happy Pryame is, each one wee ſay That toke vvith him his Kingdome then that ſtoode Now ſafe in ſhade, he ſeekes the wandring way, And treads the pathes of all Elizius wood, And in the bleſſed Sprightes, ful happy hee, Agayne there ſeekes to meete with Hectors Ghoſt. Happy Pryam, happy whoſo may ſee, His Kingdome all, at once with him be loſt.