Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.89 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
This ill the Trojans never knew in all their griefs and pain Before this time ye never made us to rejoice in vain. Troy towers give light, O seemly time for marriage to be made, Who would refuse the wedding day that Helen doth persuade? The Plague and ruin of each part behold dost thou not see, These tombs of noble men, and how their bones here scattered be? Thy bridebed hath been cause of this for thee all these be dead For thee the blood of Asia both and Europe hath been shed. When thou in joy and pleasure both the fighting folk from far, Hast viewed: in doubt to whom to wish the glory of the war. Go to, prepare the marriages, what need the torch's light? Behold the Towers of Troy do shine with brands that blaze full bright. O Trojans all set to your hands, this wedlock celebrate: Lament this day with woeful cry and tears in seemly rate. Though care do cause the want of wit, and reasons rule deny, And heavy hap doth oft-times hate his mates in misery Yet I before most hateful judge dare well defend my part, That I of all your grievous cares sustain the greatest smart. Andromacha for Hector weeps, for Priam Hecuba, For only Paris privily bewaileth Helena. A hard and grievous thing it is captivity to bear, In Troy that yoke I suffered long a prisoner whole ten year. Turned are the fates, Troy beaten down, to Greece I must repair, The native country to have lost is ill, but worse to fear. For dread thereof you need not care your evils all be past, On me both parts will vengeance take all lights to me at last. Whom each man prisoner takes God wot she stands in slipper stay, And me not captive made by lot yet Paris led away. I have been cause of all these wars, and then your woes were wrought, When first your ships the Spartan Seas & land of Grecia sought. But if the Goddess willed it so that I their prey should be, And for reward to her beauties judge she had appointed me, Then pardon Paris: think this thing in wrathful judge doth lie, The sentence Menelaus gives, and he this case shall try. Now turn thy plaints Andromacha, and weep for Polyxene Mine eyes for sorrows of my heart their tears may not refrain. Alas, what care makes Helen weep? what grief doth she lament? Declare what crafts Ulysses casts, what mischief hath he sent? Shall she from height of Ida hill be headlong tumbled down? Or else out of the turret's top in Troy shall she be thrown? Or will they cast her from the cliffs into sigeon seas? In bottom of the surging waves to end her ruthful days? Show what thy countenance hides and tell the secrets of thy breast. Some woes in Pyrrhus' wedding are far worse than all the rest. Go to, give sentence on the maid, pronounce her destiny: Delude no longer our mishaps, we are prepared to die.
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This ill the Troyans neuer knew in all their griefs and payne Before this tyme ye neuer made vs to reioyce in vayne. Troy towres geue light, O ſeemely tyme for mariage to be made, Who would refuſe the wedding day that Helayne doth perſwade? The Plague and ruine of each parte behold doſt thou not ſee, Theſe tombes of noble men, and how their bones here ſcattered bee? Thy brydebed hath bene cauſe of this for thee all theſe be ded For thee the bloud of Asia both and Europe hath bene ſhed. When thou in ioy and pleaſure both the fighting folke from farre, Haſt viewde: in doubt to whom to wiſh the glory of the warre. Goe to, prepare the martages, what neede the Torches light? Behold the Towres of Troy do ſhine with brands that blaſe ful bright. O Troyans all ſet to your handes, this wedlocke celebrate: Lament this day with woeful cry and teares in ſeemly rate. Though care do cauſe the want of wit, and reaſons rule denye, And heauy hap doth ofttymes hate his mates in miſery Yet I before moſt hateful iudge dare wel defend my part, That I of all your greuous cares ſuſtayne the greateſt ſmart. Andromacha for Hector weepes, for Priam Hecuba, For onely Paris priuily bewayleth Helena. A hard and grieuous thing it is captiuity to beare, In Troy that yoke I ſuffred long a priſoner whole ten yeare. Turnd are the fates, Troy beaten downe, to Greece I muſt repeare, The natiue countrey to haue loſt is ill, but worſe to feare. For dread therof you neede not care your euilles all be paſt, On me both partes wil vengeance take al lightes to me at laſt. Whom each man priſoner takes God wot ſhee ſtandes in ſlipper ſtay, And me not captiue made by lot yet Paris led away. I haue bene cauſe of all theſe wars, and then your woes were wrought, When firſt your ſhippes the Spartayn Seas & land of Grecia ſought. But if the Goddeſſe wild it ſo that I their pray ſhould be, And for reward to her beautyes iudge ſhee had appoynted me, Then pardon Paris: thinke this thing in wrathful iudge doth lie, The ſentence Menelaus geues, and he this caſe ſhall trye. Now turne thy playntes Andromacha, and weepe for Polyxeyne Mine eyes for ſorrowes of my hart theyr teares may not refrayne. Alas, what care makes Heleyn weepe? what griefe doth ſhe lament? Declare what craftes Vliſſes caſtes, what miſchiefe hath he ſent? Shall ſhee from height of Idey hil be hedlong tombled downe? Or elſe out of the turrets toppe in Troy ſhal ſhe be throwne? Or wil they caſt her from the clieues into Sygeon ſeas? In bottom of the ſurging waues to end her ruthful days? Show what thy countnaunce hides and tell the ſecrets of thy breaſt. Some woes in Pyrhus wedding are farre worſe then all the reſt. Go to, geue ſentence on the mayd, pronounce her deſteny: Delude no longer our miſhappes, we are prepard to die.