Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1559 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.85 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
And all afraid, beheld the last of all their miseries. When first proceeded torches bright as guise of wedlock is. And author thereof led the way the Lady Tindaris. Such wedlock pray the Trojans then, God send Hermiona And would God to her husband so; restored were Helena. Fear amazed each part, but Polyxene her bashful look down cast: And more than erst her glittering eyes and beauty shined at last. As sweetest seems then Phoebus light, when down his beams do sway, When stars again with night at hand oppressed the doubtful day. astounded much the people were, and all they her commend, And now much more than ever erst, they praised her at her end. Some with her beauty moved were, some with her tender years: Some to behold the turns of chance, and how each thing thus wears But most them moves her valiant mind, and lofty stomach high, So strong, so stout, so ready of heart and well prepared to die. Thus pass they forth and bold before King Pyrrhus goeth the maid, They pity her, they marvel her, their hearts were all afraid. As soon as then the hard hill top (where die she should) they trod, And hie upon his father's tomb the youthful Pyrrhus stood. The manly maid she never shrunk one foot, nor backward drew, But boldly turns to meet the stroke, with stoute unchanged hue, Her courage moves each one, and lo a strange thing monstrous like. That Pyrhus even himself stood still, or dread, and durst not strike. But as he had, his glittering sword in her to hills up done, The purple blood, at mortal wound, then gushing out it spoon. Ne yet her courage her forsook, when dying in that stound, She fell as th'earth should her revenge with lieful rage to ground. Each people wept the Trojans first with privy fearful cry, The Grecians eke, each one bewailed her death apparently. This order had the sacrifice, her blood the tomb up drunk, No drop remainth above the ground, but down forthwith it sunk. Now go, now go ye Greeks, and now repair ye safely home. With careless ships and hoist sails now cut the salt sea foam. The Child and Virgin both be slain, your battles finished are. Alas where shall I end my age? or whether bear my care? Shall I my daughter, or my nephew, or my husband moan? My country else, or all at once? or else myself alone? My wish is death that children both and virgins fiercely takes wherever cruel death doth haste to strike, it me forsakes, Amid the enemies weapons all, amid both sword and fire, All night sought for, thou fleest from me, that do thee most desire. Not flame of fire, not fall of tower, not cruel enemies hand Hath rid my life, how near (alas) could death to Priam stand? Now captives all with swift recourse repair ye to the says, Now spread the ships their sails abroad, & forth they seek their ways.
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And all affrayd, beheld the laſt of all their miſeryes. When fiſt proceeded torches bright as guiſe of wedlocke is. And author therof led the way the Lady Tindaris. Such wedlocke ray the Troyans then, God ſend Hermiona And would God to her huſband ſo▪ reſtoard were Helena. Feare maſ each part, but Polixene her baſhful looke downe caſt: And more then earſt her glittring eyes and beauty ſhyn'd at laſt. As ſweeteſt ſeems then Phoebus light, when downe his beams do ſway, When ſtarres agayne with night at hand oppreſt the doubtful day. Aſtonnted much the people were, and all they her commende, And now much more then euer earſt, they prayſ'd her at her end. Some with her beauty moued were, ſome with her tender yeares: Some to behold the turnes of chaunce, and how each thing thus wears But moſt them moues her valiant minde, and lofty ſtomacke hie, So ſtrong, ſo ſtout, ſo ready of hart and wel prepard to dye. Thus paſſe they forth an bold before King Pirrhus goeth the mayde, They pitty her, they maruel her, their hartes were all affrayde. As ſone as then the hard hil top (where die ſhe ſhould) they trode, And hie vppon his fathers tombe the youthful Pyrrhus ſtoode. The manly mayd ſhe neuer ſhronke one foote, nor backward drew, But boldely turnes to meete the ſtroke, with ſloute vnchanged hew, Her corage moues eche one, and loe a ſtrange thing monſtrous like. That Pyrbus euen himſelfe ſtood ſtill, or dread, and durſt not ſtrike. But as he had, his glittring ſword in her to hills vp doon, The purple bloud, at mortall wound, then guſhing ou ſpoon. Ne yet her corage her forſooke, when dieng in that ounde, She fell as the'rth ſhould her reuenge with lieful rage to groūd. Each people wept the Troyans firſt with priuy fearful crye, The Grectans eake, each one bewayld her death apparantly. This order had the ſacrifyce, her bloud the tombe vp dronke, No drop remaynth aboue the ground, but downe forthwith it ſonke. Now go, now goe ye Greekes, and now repayre ye ſafely home. With careles ſhippes and hoiſed ſailes now cut the ſalt ſea fome. The Child and Virgin both be ſlaine, your battels finiſht are. Alas where ſhal I end my age? or whether beare my care? Shal I my daughter, or my nephew, or my huſband mone? My countrey els, or all at once? or elſe my ſelfe alone? My wiſh is death that children both and virgins fiercely takes Where euer cruel death doth haſt to ſtrike, it me forſakes, Amid the enmies weapons all, amid both ſword and fyre, All night ſought for, thou fleeſt from me, that do thee moſt deſyre. Not flame of fyre, not fall of towre, not cruel enmies hand Hath rid my life, how neere (alas) could death to Priam ſtand? Now captiues all with ſwift recourſe repayre ye to the ſaies, Now ſpread the ſhips their ſayls abroad, & forth they ſeeke theyr waies.