Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.79 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
WHat time our sails we should have spread, upon sigeon Seas, With swift return from long delay, to seek our homeward ways. Achilles rose whose only hand, hath given Greeks the spoil. Of Troia sore annoyed by him, and leveled with the soil, With speed requiting his abode and former long delay, At Scyros isle, and Lesbos both amid the Aegaeon sea. Till he came here in doubt it stood of fall or sure estate, Then though ye haste to grant his will ye shall it give to late. Now have the other captains all the price of their manhood, What else reward for his prowess than her all only blood? Are his deserts think you but light, that when he might have fled, And passing Peleus' years in peace, a quiet life have led, Detected yet his mother's crafts, forsook his woman's weed, And with his weapons proved himself a manly man indeed: The King of Mysya, Telephus that would the Greeks withstand, Coming to Troy, forbidding us the passage of his land: To late repenting to have felt. Achilles heavy stroke Was glad to crave his health again where he his hurt had took For when his sore might not be salved as told Apollo plain. Except the spear that gave the hurt, restored help again. Achilles' plasters cured his cuts, and saved the King alive: His hand both might and mercy knew te slay and then revive. When Thebes fell. Eetion saw it and might it not withstand, The captive King could nought redress the ruin of his land. Lyrnessus little likewise felt his hand and down it fill, With ruin overturned like from top of haughty hill. And taken Briseis land it is and prisoner is she caught The cause of strife between the Kings is Chryses come to nought. Tenedos isle well known by fame and fertile soil he took That fostreth fat the Thracian flocks and sacred Cilla shook What boots to blaze the brute of him whom trump of fame doth show, Through all the coasts where Caicus' flood with swelling stream doth flow? The ruthful ruin of these realms so many towns bet down, Another man would glory count and worthy great renown. But thus my father made his way and these his journeys are, And battles many one he fought while war he doth prepare. As wished I may his merits more shall yet not this remain. Well known and counted praise enough that he hath Hector slain During whose life the Grecians all might never take the town, My father only vanquished Troy, and you have plucked it down. Rejoice I may your parent's praise and brute abroad his acts, It seemeth the son to follow well his noble father's facts, In sight of Priam Hector slain, and. Memnon both they lay. With heavy there his parents wailed to mourn his dying day. Himself abhorred his handy work in fight that had them slain, The Sons of God's Achilles knew were borne to die again The woman queen of Amazons that grieved the Greeks full sore.
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WHat tyme our ſayles we ſhould haue ſpread, vppon Sygeon Seas, With ſwift returne from long delay, to ſeeke our homeward wayes. Achilles roſe whoſe onely hand, hath geuen Greekes the ſpoyle. Of Troia ſore annoyde by him, and leueld with the ſoyle, With ſpeede requiting his abode and former long delay▪ At Scyros yle, and Leſbos both amid the Aegaeon ſea. Til he came here in doubt it ſtoode of fall or ſure eſtate, Then though ye haſt to graunt his wil ye ſhall it geue to late. Now haue the other captaynes all the pryce of their manhood, What els reward for his preweſſe then her al onely blood? Ae his deſertes thinke you but light, that when he might haue fled, And paſſing Pelyus yeares in peace, a quiet life haue led, Detected yet his mothers craftes, forſooke his womans weede, And with his weapons prou'd himſelfe a manly man indeede: The King of Myſya, Telephus that woulde the Greekes withſtand, Comming to Troy, forbidding vs the paſſage of his land: To late repenting to haue felt. Achilles heauy ſtroke Was glad to craue his health agayne where he his hurt had tooke For when his ſore might not be ſalud as told Appollo playne. Except the ſpeare that gaue the hurte, reſtoared help agayne. Achilles plaſters cur'd his cuttes, and ſau'd the King aliue: His hand both might and mercy knew te ſlay and then reuyne. When Thebes fel. Eetion ſaw it and might it not withſtand, The captiue King could nought redreſſe the ruin of his land. Lyrneſus litle likewyſe felt his hand and downe it fill, With ruine ouerturned like from top of haughty hil. And taken Bryſeps land it is and priſoner is ſhe caught The cauſe of ſtrife betwene the Kinges is Chryſes come to naught. Tenedos yle wel knowne by fame and fertile ſoyle he tooke That foſtreth fat the Thracian flockes and ſacred Cilla ſhooke What bootes to blaſe the brute of him whom trumpe of fame doth ſhow, Through all the coaſtes where Caicus floud with ſwelling ſtream doth flow? The ruthful ruine of theſe realmes ſo many townes bet downe, Another man would glory count and worthy great renowne. But thus my father made his way and theſe his iourneyes are, And battayles many one he fought whylewarre he doth prepare. As wiſht I may his merits more ſhall yet not this remayne. Wel knowne and counted prayſe enough that he hath Hector ſlayne Duryng whoſe life the Grecians al might neuer take the towne, My father onely vanquiſt Troy, and you haue pluct it downe. Reioyce I may your parentes prayſe and brute abroade his actes, It ſeemeth the ſonne to follow well his noble fathers factts, In ſight of Priam Hector ſlayne, and. Memnon both they lay. With heauy theere his parentes wayld to moutne his dying day. Himſelfe abhord his handy worke in fight that had them ſlayne, The Sonnes of Goddes Achilles knew were borne to die agayne The woman queene of Amazons that greu'd the Greekes ful ſore.