Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.83 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
ALas ye careful company why hale ye thus your hairs? Why beat you so your boiling breasts and stain your eyes with tear? The fall of Troy is new to you but unto me not so, I have foreseen this careful case ere this time long ago When fierce Achilles Hector slew and drew the Corpses about Then then methought I wist it well, that Troy should come to nought In sorrows sunk I senseless am and wrapped (alas) in woe, But soon except this babe me held, to Hector would I go This silly fool my stomach tames amid my misery, And in the hour of heaviest haps permits me not to die, This only cause constrains me yet the gods for him to pray With tract of time prolongs my pain, delays my dying day: He takes from me the lack of fear the only fruit of ill. For while he lives yet have I left whereof to fear me still. No place is left for better chance with worst we are oppressed To fear (alas) and see no hope is worst of all the rest. What sudden fear thus moves your mind, & vexeth you so sore? Still still (alas) of one mishap there riseth more and more, Nor yet the doleful destinies of Troy be come to end. And what more grievous chances yet prepare the Gods to send? The caves and dens of hell be rent for Trojans greater fear And from the bottoms of their tombs the hidden spirits appear. May none but Greeks alone from hell return to life again? Would God the fates would finish soon the sorrows I sustain. Death thankful were, a common care the Trojans all oppress, But me (alas) amasseth most the fearful heaviness. That all astonished am for dread, and horror of the sight: That in my sleep appeared to me by dream this latter night. Declare what sights your dream hath showed, & tell what doth you fear Two parts of all the silent night almost then passed were. And then the clear seven clustered beams of stars: were fall to rest And first the sleep so long unknown my wearied eyes oppressed. If this be sleep the astonied maze of mind in heavy mood, When suddenly before mine eyes the sprite of Hector stood. Not like as he the Greeks was wont to battle to require: Or when amid the Grecians ships, he threw the brands of fire. Nor such as raging on the Grease, with slaughtering stroke had slain And bore indeed the spoils of him that did Achilles fain. His countenance not now so bright, nor of so lively cheer, But sad and heavy like to ours and clad with ugly hair It did me good to see him though when shaking then his head: Shake of thy sleep in haste he said, and quickly leave thy bed:
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ALas ye careful company why hale ye thus your hayres? Why beate you ſo your boyling breaſts and ſtayne your eyes with teare? The fall of Troy is new to you but vnto me not ſo, I haue foreſeene this careful caſe ere this tyme long agoe When fierce Achilles Hector ſlew and drew the Corpes aboute Then then me thought I wiſt it well, that Troy ſhould come to naught In ſorrowes ſonke I ſenceles am and wrapt (alas) in woe, But ſone except this babe me held, to Hector would I goe This ſeely foole my ſtomacke tames amid my miſery, And in the howre of heauieſt happes permittes me not to die, This onely cauſe conſtraynes me yet the gods for him to pray With tract of tyme prolonges my payne, delayes my dying day: He takes from me the lacke of feare the onely fruit of ill. For while he liues yet haue I left wherof to feare me ſtill. No place is left for better chaunce with worſt wee are oppreſt To feare (alas) and ſee no hope is worſt of all the reſt. What ſodayne feare thus moues your mynd, & vexeth you ſo ſore? Stil ſtil (alas) of one miſhap there ryſeth more and more, Nor yet the doleful deſtenies of Troy be come to end. And what more grieuous chaunces yet prepare the Gods to ſend? The caues and dennes of hel be rent for Troyans greater feare And from the bottoms of their tombes the hidden ſprightes appeare. May none but Greekes alone from hel returne to life agayne? Would God the fates would finiſh ſoone the ſorrowes I ſuſtayne. Death thankful were, a common care the Troyans all oppreſſe, But me (alas) amaſeth moſt the feareful heauines. That all aſtonied am for dreade, and horrour of the ſight: That in my ſleepe appeard to mee by dreame this latter night. Declare what ſightes your dream hath ſhewd, & tell what doth you feare Two parts of al the ſilent night almoſt then paſſed were. And then the cleare ſeuen cluſtered beams of ſtarres: were falle to reſt And firſt the ſleepe ſo long vnknowne my wearyed eyes oppreſt. If this be ſleepe the aſtonied mae of mynd in heauy moode, When ſodaynly before myne eyes the ſpright of Hector ſtoode. Not like as he the Greekes was wont to battail to require: Or when amid the Grecians ſhippes, he threw the brandes of fyre. Nor ſuch as raging on the Grees, with ſlaughtring ſtroake had ſlayne And bare indeede the ſpoyles of him that did Achilles fayne. His countenaunce not now ſo bright, nor of ſo liuely cheere, But ſad and heauy like to owres and clad with vgly hayre It did me good to ſee him though when ſhaking then his head: Shake of thy ſleepe in haſt he ſayd, and quickly leaue thy bed: