Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.91 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
O dear, O sweet, thy mother's pledge, farewell my only joy, Farewell the flower of honour left of beaten house of Troy. O Trojans last calamity and fear to Grecians part Farewell thy mother's only hope, and vain comfort of heart. Oft wish I thee thy father's strength and half thy grandsires years But all for nought the Gods have all dispointed our desires. Thou never shalt in regal court thy sceptres take in hand, Nor to thy people give decrees nor lead with law thy land. Nor yet thine enemies overcome by might of handy stroke. Nor send the conquered nations all under thy servile yoke. Thou never shalt beat down in fight, and Greeks with sword pursue, Nor at thy chariot Pyrrhus pluck, as Achill Hector drew And never shall these tender hands thy weapons wield and wrest, Thou never shalt in woods pursue the wild and mighty beast. Nor as accustomed is by guise and sacrifice in Troy, With measure swift: between the altars shalt thou dance with joy. O grievous kind of cruel death that doth remain for thee, More woeful things than Hector's death the walls of Troy shall see. Now break of all thy mother's tears I may no more time spend. The grievous sorrows of thy heart will never make an end. Ulysses spare as yet my tears and grant awhile delay, To close his eyes yet with my hands ere he depart away. Thou diest but young: yet feared thou art thy Troy doth wait for thee, Go noble heart thou shalt again the noble Trojans see. Help me mother? Alas my child why tak'st thou hold by me? In vain thou call'st where help none is I can not succour thee. As when the little tender beast that hears the Lion cry, Straight for defence he seeks his dam, & crouching down doth lie, The cruel beast when once removed is the dam away, In greedy raw with ravening bit doth snatch the tender prey So straight the enemies will thee take, and from my side thee bear. Receive my kiss and tears poor child, receive my rented hair. Depart thou hence now full of me, and to thy father go, Salute my Hector in my name and tell him of my woe Complain thy mother's grief to him if former cares may move, The spirits: and that in funeral flame they lose not all their love. O cruel Hector sufferest thou thy wife to be oppressed? With bond of Grecians heavy yoke and liest thou still at rest? Achilles rose: take here again my tears and rented hear, And (all that I have left to send) this kiss thy father bear. Thy coat yet for my comfort leave, the tomb hath touched it If of his ashes aught here lie I'll seek it every whit. There is no measure of thy tears I may no longer stay, Defer no further our return break of our ships delay.
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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O deere, O ſweete, thy mothers pledge, farewel my onely ioy, Farewel the flowre of honor left of beaten howſe of Troy. O Troyans laſt calamity and feare to Grecians part Farewel thy mothers onely hope, and vayne comfort of hart. Oft wiſh I thee thy fathers ſtrength and halfe thy graundſtres yeares But all for naught the Gods haue all diſpoynted our deſires. Thou neuer ſhalt in regal court thy ſceptors take in hand, Nor to thy people geue decrees nor leade with law thy land. Nor yet thine enmies ouercome by might of handy ſtroke. Nor ſende the conquerde nations all vnder thy ſeruile yoke. Thou neuer ſhalt beat downe in fight, and Greekes with ſword purſew, Nor at thy Charyot Pyrrhus plucke, as Achill Hector drew And neuer ſhal theſe tender handes thy weapons weild and wreſt, Thou neuer ſhalt in woods purſue the wyld and mighty beaſt. Nor as accustom'd is by guyſe and ſacrifice in Troy, With meaſure ſwift: betweene the aulters ſhalt thou daunce with ioy. O grieuous kind of cruel death that doth remayne for thee, More woeful thinges then Hectors death the walles of Troy ſhall ſee. Now breake of al thy mothers tears I may no more tyme ſpende. The grieuous ſorrowes of thy hart will neuer make an end. Vliſſes ſpare as yet my teares and graunt awhyle delay, To cloſe his eyes yet with my handes er he depart away. Thou dieſt but young: yet feard thou art thy Troy doth wayte for thee, Goe noble hart thou ſhalt agayne the noble Troyans ſee. Helpe me mother? Alas my child why tak'ſt thou holde by me? In vayne thou calſt where helpe none is I can not ſuccour thee. As when the little tender beaſt that heares the Lyon crye, Straight for defence he ſeekes his damme, & crouching downe doth lye, The cruel beaſt when once remoued is the damme away, In greedy aw with rauening bit doth ſnatch the tender pray So ſtrayght the enmies wil thee take, and from my ſide thee beare. Receiue my kiſſe and teares pore childe, receiue my rented hayre. Depart thou hence now ful of mee, and to thy father goe, Salute my Hector in my name and tel him of my woe Complayne thy mothers griefe to him if former may moue, The ſprightes: and that in funerall flame they leeſe not all their loue. O cruel Hector ſuffreſt thou thy wyfe to be oppreſt? With bond of Grecians heauy yoke and lieſt thou ſtill at reſt? Achilles roſe: take here agayne my teares and rented heare, And (al that I haue left to ſend) this kiſſe thy father beare. Thy coat yet for my comfort leaue, the tomb hath touched it If of his aſhes aught here lye Ile ſeeke it euery whit. There is no meaſure of thy teares I may no lenger ſtay, Deferre no further our returne breake of our ſhippes delay.