Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.76 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Convey into some secret place our son (O faithful wife) This only hope there is to help find mean to save his life. Leave of thy piteous tears he said, dost thou yet wail for Troy? Would God it lay on Ground full flat so ye might save the boy. Up stir he said thyself in haste convey him privily. Save if ye may the tender blood of Hector's progeny Then straight in trembling fear I waked and rolled mine eyes about Forgetting long my child poor wretch, and after Hector sought. But straight (alas) I wist not how the sprite away did pass, And me forsook before I could my husband once embrace. O child, O noble father's brood and Trojans only joy, O worthy seed of thancient blood, and beaten house of Troy. O image of thy father lo, thou lively bear'st his face, This countenance lo my Hector had, and even such was his pace. The pitch of all his body such, his hands thus would he bear. His shoulders high his threatening brows, even such as thine they were O son: begot to late for Troy, but borne to soon for me, Shall ever time yet come again, and happy day may be, That thou mayst once revenge and build again the towers of Troy, And to the town and Trojans both restore their name with joy? But why do I (forgetting state of present destiny), So great things wish? enough for captives is to live only: Alas what privy place is left my little child to hide? What seat so secret may be found where thou mayst safely bide? The tower that with the walls of gods so valiant was of might, Through all the world so notable, so flourishing to sight, Is turned to dust: and fire hath all consumed that was in Troy, Of all the town not so much now is left to hide the boy. What place were best to choose for guile, the holy tomb is here, That then mies sword will spare to spoil where sith my husband dear. Which costly work his father built, king Priam liberal: And it up raised with charges great, for Hector's funeral. Herein the bones and ashes both of Hector (lo) they lie, Best is that I commit the son to his father's custody. A cold and fearful sweat doth run, throughout my members all, Alas I careful wretch do fear, what chance may thee befall, Hide him away: this only way hath saved many more, To make the enemies to believe, that they were dead before. He will be sought: scant any hope remaineth of safeness, The poise of his nobility doth him so sore oppress: What way were best to work: that none our doings might bewray Let none bear witness what ye do remove them all away. What if the enemies ask me: where Astyanax both remain?
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Conuay into ſome ſecrete place our ſonne (O faythful wife) This onely hope there is to helpe find meane to ſaue his life. Leaue of thy piteous tears he ſayd, doſt thou yet wayle for Troy? Would God it lay on Ground ful flat ſo ye might ſaue the boy. Vp ſtirre he ſayd thy ſelfe in haſt conuay him priuily. Saue if ye may the tender bloud of Hectors progeny Then ſtrayght in trembling feare I wakt and rold myne eyes aboute Forgettyng long my child pore wretch, and after Hector ſought. But ſtrayght (alas) I wiſt not how the Spright away did paſſe, And mee forſooke before I could my huſband once embraſſe. O childe, O noble fathers broode and Troians only ioy, O worthy ſeede of thauncient bloud, and beaten houſe of Troy. O ymage of thy father loe, thou liuely bearſt his face, This countnaunce lo my Hector had, and euen ſuch was his pace. The pitch of all his body ſuch, his handes thus would he beare. His ſhoulders high his threatning browes▪ euen ſuch as thine they were O ſonne: begot to late for Troy, but borne to ſoone for mee, Shal euer tyme yet come agayne, and happy daye may be, That thou mayſt once reuenge and build agayne the towres of Troy, And to the towne and Troyans both reſtore their name with ioy? But why do I (forgettyng ſtate of preſent deſtenye), So great thinges wiſh? enough for captiues is to liue only: Alas what priuy place is left my litle childe to hide? What ſeate ſo ſecret may be found where thou maiſt ſafely bide? The towre that with the walles of gos ſo valiaunt was of might, Through all the world ſo notable, ſo flouriſhing to ſight, Is turnde to duſt: and fire hath al conſumd'e that was in Troy, Of all the towne not ſo much now is left to hide the boy. What place were beſt to chooſe for guile, the holy tombe is heere, That then mies ſword will ſpare to ſpoile wher ſythe my huſband deere. Which coſtly worke his father builte, king Pryame liberall: And it vp raiſde with charges great, fo Hectors funerall. Herein the bones and aſhes both of Hector (loe) they lie, Beſt is that I commit the ſonne to his fathers cuſtodie. A colde and fearefull ſweat doth runne, through ot my members all, Alas I carefull wretch do feare, what chaunce may thee befall, Hide him away: this onely way hath ſaued many more, To make the enmies to beleue, that they were dead before. He wil be ſought: ſcant any hope remaineth of ſafenes, The paiſe of his nobility doth him ſo ſore oppres: What way wer beſt to worke: that none our doings might bewray Let none beare witnes what ye do remoue them all away. What if the enmies aſke me: where Aſtianax both remaine?