Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.80 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
A thousand sail who seethe to drench in Seas, With better will the storm hath overpast His heavy hap doth him the less displease When broken boards abroad be many cast, And shipwrecked ships to shore they flit full fast, With doubled waves when stopped is the flood, With heaps of them that there have lost their good. Full sore did Pyrrhus Helen's loss complain, What time the leader of his flock of sheep, Upon his back alone he bore them twain, And wet his Golden locks amid the deep, In piteous plaint (alas) he 'gan to weep. The death of her it did him deep displease, That shipwreck made amid the drenching seas. And piteous was the plaint and heavy mood Of woeful Pyrrha and eke Deucalion That nought beheld about them but the flould, When they of all mankind were left alone Amid the seas full sore they made their moan To see themselves thus left alive in woe When neither land they saw, nor fellows more. anon these plaints and Troyans tears shall quail, And here and there the ship them toss by seas: When trumpets sound shall warn to hoist up sail, And through the waves with wind to seek their ways Then shall these captives go to end their days In land unknown: when once with hasty oar The drenching deep they take and shun the shore. What state of mind shall then in wretches be? When shore shall sink from sight and seas arise? When Ida hill to lurk aloof they see? Then point with hand from far where Troia lies, Shall child and mother: talking in this wise: Lo yonder Troy, where smoke it fumeth high, By this the Trojans shall their country spy. O dire, fierce, wretched, horrible, O cruel fates accursed, Of Mars his ten years bloodshed blows the woefull'st and the worst. Alas which should I first bewail? thy cares Andromacha? Or else lament the wretched age of woeful Hecuba? whatever man's calamities ye wail for mine it is. I bear the smart of all their woes each other feels but his whoever he, I am the wretch all haps to me at last. Slain is the maid, and from the walls of Troy the child is cast. But both (as them became) they took their death with stomach stout. Declare the double slaughters then, & tell the whole throughout. One tower of all the rest ye know doth yet in Troy remain, Where Priam wonted was to sit, and view the armies twain. His little Nephew eke with him to lead. and from afar, His father's fights with fire and sword to show on feats of war. This tower, sometime well known by fame, and Trojans honour most. Is now with captains of the Greeks, beset on every coast. With swift recourse and from the ships, in clustered heaps anon. Both tag and rag they run to gaze what thing should there be done Some climb the hills to seek a place where they might see it best,
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A thouſande ſayle who ſeeth to drench in Seas, With better will the ſtorme hath ouerpaſt His heauy hap doth him the leſſe diſpleaſe When broaken boardes abroade be many caſt, And ſhipwrackt ſhippes to ſhore they flit ful faſt, With doubled waues when ſtopped is the floud, With heaps of them that there haue loſt theyr good. Ful ſore did Pirrhus Helens loſſe complayne, What time the leader of his flocke of ſhepe, Vppon his backe alone he bare them twayne, And wet his Golden lockes amid the deepe, In piteons playnt (alas) he gan to weepe. The death of her it did him deepe diſpleaſe, That ſhipwracke made amid the drenching ſeas. And piteous was the playnt and heauy moode Of woful Pyrrha and eke Deucalion That nought beheld aboute them but the flould, When they of all mankynd were left alone Amid the ſeas ful ſore they made their mone To ſee themſelues thus left aliue in woe When neyther land they ſaw, nor fellowes moe. Anone theſe playnts and Troans teares ſhall quaile, And here and there the ſhip them toſse by ſeas: When trompets ſound ſhal warne to hoyſe vp ſayle, And through the waues with wind to ſeeke their waies Then ſhall theſe captiues goe to ende their dayes In land vnknowne: when once with haſty ore The drenching deepe they take and ſhunne the ſhore. What ſtate of mynd ſhal then in wretches bee? When ſhore ſhall ſinke from ſight and ſeas aryſe? When Idey hill to lurke aloofe they ſee? Then poynt with hand from farre wher Troia lies, Shall child and mother: talking in this wyſe: Loe yonder Troy, where ſmoke it fumeth hie, By this the Troyans ſhal their countrey ſpie. ODyre, fierce, wretched, horrible, O cruell fates accurſte, Of Mars his ten yeares bloudſhed blows the wofulſt and the worſt. Alas which ſhould I firſt bewayle? thy cares Andromacha? Or els lament the wretched age of woful Hecuba? What euer mans calamityes ye wayle for myne it is. I beare the ſmart of al their woes each other feeles but his Who euer he, I am the wretch all happes to me at laſt. Slayne is the mayd, and from the walles of Troy the child is caſt. But voth (as them became) they toke their death with ſtomacke ſtout. Declare the double ſlaughters then, & tell the whole throughout. One towre of all the reſt ye know doth yet in Troy remayne, Where Pryan wonted was to ſit, and view the armies twayne. His litle Nephew eke with him to lead▪ and from a farre, His fathers fightes with fire and ſword to ſhow on feats of war. This towre, ſometyme wel knowne by fame, and Troyans honor moſt. Is now with captaynes of the Greeckes, beſet on euery coaſt. With ſwift recourſe and from the ſhippes, in cluſtred heaps anone. Both tagge and ragge they runne to gaſe what thing ſhould ther be done Some clime the hilles to ſeeke a place where they might ſee it beſt,