Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.81 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
So much the less he ought to list, that may do what he will. Thus boast ye these as though in all ye only bore the stroke When Pyrrhus loosed hath the greekes, from bond of ten years yoke. Hath Scyros isle such stomachs bred? No brethren's wrath it knows. Beset about it is with wave. The seas it do enclose. Thyestes noble stock I know and Atreus eke full well, And of the brethren's dire debate, perpetual fame doth tell. And thou a bastard of a maid, deflowered privily. Whom (then a boy) Achilles got, in filthy lechery. The same A chill that doth possess, the reign of Gods above, With Thetys' seas: with Aeacus sprights, the starred heaven with Ioue The same Achilles that was slain, by stroke of Paris' hand. The same Achilles, whom no god, durst ever yet withstand. The stoutest man I rather would his checks he should refrain I could them tame but all your brags, I can full well sustain. For even the captives spares my sword: let Calchas called be. If destinies require her blood, I will thereto agree Calchas whose counsel ruled our ships, and navy hither brought, unlook'st the pole and hast by art the secrets thereof sought, To whom the bowels of the beast, to whom the thunder clap, And blazing star with flaming train, betokeneth what shall hap. Whose words with dearest price I bought, now tell us by what mean The will of Gods agreeth that we return to Greece again. The fates appoint the Greeks to buy their ways with wonted price. And with what cost ye came to Troy, ye shall repair to Greece With blood ye came, with blood ye must from hence return again, And where Achilles' ashes lieth, the virgin shall be slain, In seemly sort of habit, such as maidens wont ye see, Of Thessalie, or Mycenas else, what time they wedded be. With Pyrrhus' hand she shall be slain, of right it shallbe so And meet it is that he the son, his father's right should do. But not this only stayeth our ships, our sails may not be spread, Before a worthier blood than thine, (Polyxena) be shed, Which thirst thirst the fates, for Priam's nephew. Hector's little boy: The Erekes shall tumble headlong down, from highest tower in Troy. Let him there die, this only way ye shall the gods appease, Then spread your thousand sails with joy ye need not fear the seas. MAy this be true, or doth the Fable fain, When corpse is dead the Sprite to live as yet? When Death our eyes with heavy hand doth strain, And fatal day our leams of light hath shut, And in the Tomb our ashes once be set, Hath not the soul likewise his funeral, But still (alas) do wretches live in thrall?
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So much the leſſe he ought to liſt, that may do what he will. Thus boaſt ye theſe as though in all ye onely bare the ſtroke When Pyrrhus looſed hath the greekes, from bond of ten yeres yoke. Hath Scyros yle ſuch ſtomaks bred? No bretherns wrath it knoes. Beſet about it is with waue. The ſeas it do encloſe. Thyeſtes noble ſtocke I know and Areus eke full well, And of the bretherns dire debate, perpetuall fame doth tell. And thou a beſtard of a may de, defloured priuely. Whom (then a boy) Achilles gat, in filthy lecherr. The ſame A chill that doth poſſeſſe, the raigne of Gods aboue, With Therys ſeas: with Aeacus ſprights, the ſtarred heauen with Ioue The ſame Achilles that was ſlaine, by ſtroke of Pars hande. The ſame Achilles, whom no god, durſt euer yet withſtand. The ſtouteſt man I rather would his checkes he ſhould refraine I could them tame but all your bragges, I can full well ſuſtaine. For euen the captiues ſpares my ſword: let Calchas called be. If deſtyntes require her bloud, I will thereto agree Calchas whoſe counſel rulde our ſhips, and nauy hither brought, Vnlookſt the poale and haſt by arte the ſecretes thereof ſought, To whome the bowelles of the beaſt, to whom the thunder clap, And blaſyng ſtarre with flaming traine, betokeneth what ſhall hap. Whoſe words with deareſt price I bought, now tell vs by what meane The will of Gods agreeth that we returne to Greece againe. The fates apoint the Grekes to buy their waies with wonted price. And with what coſt ye came to Troy, ye ſhal repayre to Greece With bloud ye came, with bloud ye muſt from hence returne againe, And where Achilles aſhes lieth, the virgin ſhal be ſlaine, In ſeemely ſort of habite, ſuch as maydens wont ye ſee, Of Theſſalie, or Mycenas els, what time they wedded be. With Pyrrhus hand ſhe ſhal be ſlaine, of right it ſhalbe ſo And meete it is that he the ſonne, his fathers right ſhould do. But not this onely ſtayeth our ſhippes, our ſayles may not be ſpred, Before a worthier bloud then thine, (Polixena) be ſhed, Which thirſt thirſt the fates, for Praimes nephew. Hectors litle boy: The Erekes ſhal tumble hedlonge down, from higheſt towre in Troy. Let him there die, this onely way ye ſhal the gods appeas, Then ſpread your thouſand ſayles with ioy ye neede not feare the ſeas. MAy this be true, or doth the Fable fayne, When corps is deade the Sprite to liue as yet? When Death our eies with heauy hand doth ſtrain, And fatall day our leames of light hath ſhet, And in the Tombe our aſhes once be ſet, Hath not the ſoule likewyſe his funerall, But ſtil (alas) do wretches liue in thrall?