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.
My sprite fail'th me, my limbs do quake, fear doth my wits confound And as the Ise congeals with frost, my blood with could is bound. She trembleth lo: this way, this way I will the truth out wrest, The mother's fear detecteth all the secrets of her breast: I will renew her fear go sirs bestir ye speedily To seek this enemy of the Greeks wherever that he lie. Well done he will be found at length, go to still seek him out, Now shall he die. what dost thou fear why dost thou look about? Would God that any cause there were yet left that might me fray, My heart at last now all is lost hath laid all fear away. Sins that your child now hath ye say already suffered death, And with his blood we may not purge the hosts as Caschas sayth. Our fleet pass not (as well inspired doth Calchas prophesy) Till Hector's ashes cast abroad the waves may pacify. And tomb be rent now sins the boy hath scaped his destiny. Needs must we break this holy tomb where Hector's ashes lie. What shall I do my mind distracted is with double fear. On th'one my son, on tother side my husbands ashes dear, Alas which part should move me most, the cruel Gods I call To witness with me in the truth, and Ghosts that guide thee all Hector that nothing in my son is else that pleaseth me. But thou alone God grant him life he might resemble thee: Shall Hector's ashes drowned be hide? I such cruelty, To see his bones cast in the Seas? yet let Astyanax die, And canst thou wretched mother bide, thine own child's death to see? And suffer from the high towers top that headlong thrown he be? I can and will take in goad part, his death and cruel pain, So that my Hector after death be not removed again. The boy that life and senses hath may feel his pain and die, But Hector lo his death hath placed at rest in tomb to lie What dost thou stay? determine which thou wilt preserve of twain. Art thou in doubt? save this: lo here thy Hector doth remain, Both Hectors be, th'one quick of sprite & drawing toward his strength And one that may perhaps revenge his father's death at length. Alas I cannot save them both: I think that best it were, That of the twain I saved him that doth the Grecians fear. It shallbe done that Calchas words to us doth prophecy, And now shall all the sumptuous work be thrown down utterly That once ye sold? I will it all from top to bottom rend. The faith of Gods I call upon Achilles us defend, And Pyrrhus aid thy father's right. This tomb abroad shall lie:
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My ſpright failth me, my limmes do quake, fear doth my wits cō founde And as the Iſe congeals with froſt, my bloud with could is bound. She trēbleth loe: this way, this way I wil the truth out wreaſte, The mothers fear detecteth all the ſecrets of her breaſt: I wil renew her feare goe ſirs beſtir ye ſpedely To ſeeke this enmye of the Greekes where euer that he lie. Wel done he wil be found at length, goe to ſtil ſeke him out, Now ſhal he dye. what doſt thou feare why doſt thou looke about? Would God that any cauſe there were yet left that might me fray, My hart at laſt now all is loſt hath layd all feare away. Sins that your child now hath ye ſay already ſuffred death, And with his bloud we may not purge the hoſtes as Caſchas ſayth. Our fleete paſſe not (as wel inſpired doth Calchas prophecy) Till Hectors aſhes caſt abroad the waues may pacify. And tombe be rent now ſins the boy hath ſkapt his deſteny. Needes muſt we breake this holy tombe wher Hectors aſhes lie. What ſhal I doy mynd diſtracted is with double feare. On thone my ſonne, on thother ſyde my huſbandes aſhes deare, Alas which part ſhould moue me moſt, the cruel Goddes I call To witnes with me in the truth, and Ghoſtes that guide thee all Hector that nothing in my ſonne is elſe that pleaſeth me. But thou alone God graunt him life he might reſemble thee: Shal Hectors aſhes drowned beehide I ſuch cruelty, To ſee his bones caſt in the Seas? yet let Aſtyanax die, And canſt thou wretched mother bide, thyne owne childes death to ſee? And ſuffer from the hie towres top that headlong throwne he be? I can and wil take in goad part, his death and cruel payne, So that my Hector after death be not remou'd agayne. The boy that life and ſences hath may feele his payne and dye, But Hector lo his death hath plaſt at reſt in tombe to lie What doſt thou ſtay? determine which thou wlt preſerue of twayne. Art thou in doubt? saue this: oe here thy Hector doth remayne, Both Hectors be, thone quicke of ſpright & drawing toward his ſtrēgth And one that may perhaps reuenge his fathers death at length. Alas I cannot ſaue them both: I thinke that beſt it were, That of the twayne I ſaued him that doth the Grecians feare. It ſhalbe done that Calchas words to vs doth prophecye, And now ſhal all the ſumptuous worke be throwne downe vtterly That once ye ſold? I wil it all from toppe to bottome rend. The fayth of Goddes I call vppon Achilles vs defend, And Pyrrhus ayd thy fathers right. This tombe abroad ſhall lye: