Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.72 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Some one the rocks a tiptoe stand to overlook the rest. Some on their remples wear the pine, some beech, some crowns of bay, For garlands torn is every tree, that standeth in they way, Some from the highest mountains top aloof beholdeth all. Some scale the buildings half burnt, and some the ruinous wall. Yea some there were (O mischtee lo) that for the more despite. The tomb of Hector sits upon beholders of the sight. With princely pace Ulysses then passed through the pressed band Of Greeks, King Priam's little nephew leading by the hand. The Child with unrepining gate passed through his enemies hands, up toward the walls, and as anon in turret's top he stands, From thence adown his lofty looks he cast on every part, The nearer death more free from care he seemed and fear of heart. Amid his foes his stomach swells. and fierce he was to sight. Like Tiger's whelp, that threats in vain with toothless chap to bite. Alas, for pity then each one, rue on his tender years, And all the rout that present were, for him they shed their tears, Yea not Ulysses them restrained, but trickling down they sal, And only he, wept not (poor fool) whom they bewailed all. But while on Gods Ulysses called, and Calchas words expound, In midst of Priam's land (alas) the child leapt down to ground. What cruel Calchas could or scith such slaughter rake in hand Or by the shore of Caspian Sea, what barbarous lawless land. Busyridis to th'altars yet no infant's blood hath shed Nor never yet were children slain for feast of Diomede. Who shall alas in tomb thee lay, or hide thy limbs again? What limbs from such a headlong fall could in a child remain, His Body's poise thrown down to ground, hath battered all his bones. His face, his noble father's marks are spoiled against the stones. His neck unjointed is: his head so dashed with flint stone stroke; That scattered is the brain about, the skull is all to broke. Thus lieth he now dismembered corpses, deformed and all to rent. Lo herein doth he yet likewise, his father represent. What time the Child hath headlong feign thus from the walls of Troy, And at the Greeks themselves bewailed the slaughter of the Boy, Yet straight return they back, and at Achilles' tomb again The second mischief go to work the death of Polyxene. This tomb the waves of surging seas, beset the utter side, The other part the fields enclose about, and pastors wide. In vale environed with hills, that round about do rise, A slope on height erected are the banks in Theatre wise. By all the shore then swarm the Greeks, & thick on heaps they press Some hope that by her death they shall their ships delay release. Some other joy their enemies stock thus beaten down to be: A great part of the people, both the slaughter hate, and see. The Trojans eke no less frequent their own calamities
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Some one the rockes a tiptoe ſtande to ouerloke the reſt. Some on their rēples weare the pine, ſome beech, ſome crownes of bay, For garlandes torne is euery tree, that ſtandeth in they way, Some from the higheſt mountaynes top aloofe beholdeth all. Some ſcale the buildinges halfe thurne, and ſome the ruinous wall. Yea ſome there were (O tichtee loe) that for the more deſpyghte. The tombe of Hector ſits vppon beholders of the ſight. With princely pace Vliſſes then paſt through the preaſed band Of Greekes, King Priams litle nephew leading by the hand. The Child with vnrepyning gate paſt through his enmies handes, Vp toward the walles, and as anone in turrets top he ſtandes, From thence adowne his lofty lookes he caſt on euery part, The neerer death more free from care he ſeemd▪ and feare of hart. Amid his foes his ſtomacke ſwelles. and fierce he was to ſight. Like Tygere whele, that thrats in vayne wt tue les chap to bight. Alas, for piy then each one, rew on his tender yeares, And al the route that preſent were, for him they fhed their teares, Yea not Vliſſes them reſtraynd, but trickling downe they ſal, And onely he, wept not (poore foole) whom they bewayled al. But whyle on Gods Vliſſes cald, and Calchas▪ wordes expound, In midſt of Pryams land (alas) the child leapt downe to ground. What cruel Calchas could or ſcith ſuch ſlaughter rake in hande Or by the ſhore of Caſpyan Sea, what barbarous lawles land. Buſyridis to th'aulters yet no infantes bloud hath ſhed Nor neuer yet were children ſlayne for feaſt of Diomed. Who ſhal alas in tombe thee lay, or hyde thy limmes agayne? What limmes from ſuch a headlong fall could in a child remayne, His bodies payſe throwne downe to ground, hath batred al his bones. His face, his noble fathers markes are ſpoyld agaynſt the ſtones. His necke vnioynted is: his head ſo daſht with flint ſtoane ſtroake▪ That ſcattered is the brayne about, the ſcul is al to broake. Thus lieth he now diſmembred corpes, deformd and all to rent. Loe herein doth he yet likewyſe, his father repreſent. What time the Child hath headlong faine thus from the walls of Troy, And at the Greekes the ſelues bewaild y• ſlaughter of the Boy, Yet ſtrayght returne they backe, and at Achilles tombe agayne The ſecond miſchiefe goe to worke the death of Polixeine. This tombe the waues of ſurging ſeas, beſet the vtter ſide, The other part the fields encloaſe aboute, and paſtors wyde. In vale enuyroned with hils, that round aboute do ryſe, A ſloape on height erected are the bankes in Theatre wyſe. By al the ſhore then ſwarme the Greekes, & thicke on heaps they preaſe Some hope that by her death they ſhall theyr ſhippes delay releaſe. Some other oy their enmies ſtocke thus beaten downe to bee: A greate part of the people, both the ſlaughter hate, and ſee. The Troyans eke no eſſe frequent their owne calamityes