Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.85 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Then shall ye boldly answer make that he in Troy was slain. What shall it help to have him hid? at length they will him find. At first the enemies rage is fierce, delay doth slake his mind. But what prevails, since free from fear we may him never hide? Let yet the wretch take his defence, me careless there to bide. What land unknown out of the way what unfrequented place May keep thee safe? who aids our fear? who shall defend our case? Hector, Hector that evermore thy friends didst well defend Now chiefly aid thy wife and child and us some succour send. Take charge to keep and cover close the treasures of thy wife, And in thy Ashes hide thy son preserve in tomb his life. Draw near my Child unto the Tomb, why fliest thou backward so? Thou tak'st great scorn to lurk in dens thy noble heart I know. I see thou art ashamed to fear shake of thy princely mind, And bear thy breast as thee behoves as chance hath thee assigned. Behold our case: and see what flock remaineth now of Troy The tomb: I woeful captive wretch and thou a silly boy, But yield we must to sorry fates thy chance must break thy breast, Go to, creep underneath thy father's holy seats to rest. If ought the fates may wretches help thou hast thy safeguard there, If not: already then poor fool thou hast thy sepulchre. The tomb him closely hides: but lest your fear should him betray Let him here lie and far from hence go ye some other way. The less he fears that fears at hand, and yet if need be so, If ye think meet a little hence for safety let us go. A little while keep silence now refrain your plaint and cry, His cursed foot now hither moves the Lord of Cephalie. Now open earth, and thou my spouse from Styx rend up the ground, Deep in thy bosom hide thy son that he may not be found. Ulysses comes with doubtful pace and changed countenance He knits in heart deceitful craft for some more grievous chance. Though I be made the messenger of heavy news to you, This one thing first I shall desire that ye take this for true. That though the words come from my mouth, and I my messsage tell Of truth yet are they none of mine ye may believe me well. It is the word of all the Greeks, and they the authors be, Whom Hector's blood doth yet forbid their countries for to see. Our careful trust of peace unsure doth still the Greeks detain, And evermore our doubtful fear yet drawth us back again. And suffereth not our wearied hands, our weapons to forsake, In child yet of Andromacha, while Trojans comfort take. And sayth your Augur Calchas so?
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Then ſhall y boldelie anſwere make that he in Troy was ſlaine. What ſhal it helpe to haue him hid? at length they will him finde. At firſt the enmies rage is fierce, delay doth ſlake his minde. But what preuailes, ſince free from feare we may him neuer hide? Let yet the wretch take his defence, me careleſſe there to bide. What land vnknowne out of the way what vnfrequented place May keepe thee ſafe? who ayds our feare? who ſhall defend our caſe? Hector, Hector that euermore thy friendes didſt wel defend Now chiefly ayde thy wyfe and child and vs ſome ſuccour ſend. Take charge to keepe and couer cloſe the treaſures of thy wyfe, And in thy Aſhes hyde thy ſonne preſerue in tombe his life. Draw neare my Childe vnto the Tombe, why flieſt thou backward ſo? Thou takſt great ſcorne to lurke in dens thy noble hart I know. I ſee thou art aſham'd to feare ſhake of thy princely mynd, And beare thy breaſt as thee behoues as chaunce hath thee aſſynd. Behold our caſe: and ſe what flocke remayneth now of Troy The tombe: I woeful captiue wretch and thou a ſeely boy, But yeeld we muſt to ſory fates thy chaunce muſt breake thy breaſt, Go to, creepe vnderneath thy fathers holy ſeats to reſt. If ought the fates may wretches helpe thou haſt thy ſauegard there, If not: already then pore foole thou haſt thy ſepulchere. The tombe him cloſely hides: but leaſt your feare ſhould him betray Let him here lie and farre from hence goe ye ſome other way. The leſſe he feares that feares at hand, and yet if neede be ſo, If ye thinke meete a litle hence for ſafety let vs goe. A litle whyle keepe ſilence now refrayne your plaint and crie, His curſed foote now hether moues the Lord of Cephalie. Now open earth, and thou my ſpouſe frō Stix rend vp y• ground, Deepe in thy boſome hyde thy ſonne that he may not be found. Vlyſſes comes with doubtful pace and chaunged countenaunce He knittes in hart decetptful craft for ſome more grieuous chaunce. Though I be made the meſſenger of heauy newes to you, This one thing firſt I ſhal deſyre that ye take this for true. That though the wordes come from my mouth, and I my meſſuage tell Of truth yet are they none of myne ye may beleue me wel. It is the word of al the Greekes, and they the authors be, Whome Hectors bloud doth yet forbid their countries for to ſee. Our careful truſt of peace vnſure doth ſtil the Greekes detayne, And euermore our doubtful feare yet drawth vs backe agayne. And ſuffreth not our wearyed handes, our weapons to forſake, In child yet of Andromacha, while Troyans comfort take. And ſayth your Augure Calchas ſo?