Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.72 · 443 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Past there no sort of words at their encounter? As Hector, twixt the Hosts of Greece and Troy, (When Paris and the Spartan King should end The nine years war) held up his brazen lance For signal, that both Hosts should cease from Arms, And hear him speak: So Barrisor (advised) Advanced his Naked Rapier twixt both sides, Ripped up the Quarrel, and compared six lives; Then laid in balance with six idle words, Offered remission and contrition too; Or else that he and D'Ambois might conclude The others dangers. D'Ambois liked the last; But Barrisor's friends (being equally engaged In the main Quarrel) never would expose His life alone, to that they all deserved. And (for the other offer of remission) D'Ambois (that like a Laurel put in fire, Sparkled and spit) did much much more than scorn, That his wrong should incense him so like chaff, To go so soon out; and like lighted paper, Approve his spirit at once both fire and ashes: So drew they lots, and in them Fates appointed, That Barrisor should fight with fiery D'Ambois; Pyrhot with Melinell; with Brisac L'Anou: And then like flame and Powder they commixed, So sprightly, that I wished they had been spirits, That the ne'er shutting wounds, they needs must open, Might as they opened, shut, and never kill: But D'Ambois sword (that lightened as it flew) Shot like a pointed Comet at the face Of manly Barrisor; and there it stuck: Thrice plucked he at it, and thrice drew on thrusts, From him, that of himself was free as fire; Who thrust still as he plucked, yet (past belief!) He with his subtle eye, hand, body, 'scaped; At last the deadly bitten point tugged off, On fell his yet undaunted Foe so fiercely, That (only made more horrid with his wound) Great D'Ambois shrunk, and gave a little ground; But soon returned, redoubled in his danger, And at the heart of Barrisor sealed his anger: Then, as in Arden I have seen an Oak Long shook with tempests, and his lofty top Bent to his root, which being at length made loose (Even groaning with his weight) he 'gan to Nod This way and that: as loath his curled Brows (Which he had oft wrapped in the sky with storms) Should stoop: and yet, his radical fever's burst, Stormlike he fell, and hid the fear-cold Earth. So fell stout Barrisor, that had stood the shocks Often set Battles in your highness war, 'gainst the sole soldier of the world, Navarre. O piteous and horrid murder! Such a life methinks had metal in it to survive An age of men.
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Past there no sort of words at their encounter? As Hector, twixt the Hosts of Greece and Troy▪ (When Paris and the Spartane King should end The nine yeeres warre) held vp his brasen launce For signall, that both Hosts should cease from Armes, And heare him speake: So Barrisor (aduis'd) Aduanc'd his Naked Rapier twixt both sides, Ript vp the Quarrell, and compar'd six liues; Then laid in ballance with six idle words, Offer'd remission and contrition too; Or else that he and D'Ambois might conclude The others dangers. D'Ambois lik'd the last; But Barrisors friends (being equally engag'd In the maine Quarrell) neuer would expose His life alone, to that they all deseru'd. And (for the other offer of remission) D'Ambois (that like a Lawrell put in fire, Sparkl'd and spit) did much much more than scorne, That his wrong should incense him so like chaffe, To goe so soone out; and like lighted paper, Approoue his spirit at once both fire and ashes: So drew they lots, and in them Fates appointed, That Barrisor should fight with firie D'Ambois; Pyrhot with Melynell; with Brisac L'Anou: And then like flame and Powder they commixt, So spritely, that I wisht they had beene spirits, That the ne're shutting wounds, they needes must open, Might as they open'd, shut, and neuer kill: But D'Ambois sword (that lightned as it flew) Shot like a pointed Comet at the face Of manly Barrisor; and there it stucke: Thrice pluckt he at it, and thrice drew on thrusts, From him, that of himselfe was free as fire; Who thrust still as he pluckt, yet (past beliefe!) He with his subtle eie, hand, bodie, scap't; At last the deadly bitten point tuggd'd off, On fell his yet vndaunted Foe so fiercely, That (only made more horrid with his wound) Great D'Ambois shrunke, and gaue a little ground; But soone return'd, redoubled in his danger, And at the heart of Barrisor seal'd his anger: Then, as in Arden I haue seene an Oke Long shooke with tempests, and his loftie toppe Bent to his roote, which being at length made loose (Euen groaning with his weight) he gan to Nodde This way and that: as loth his curled Browes (Which he had oft wrapt in the skie with stormes) Should stoope: and yet, his radicall fiuers burst, Storme-like he fell, and hid the feare-cold Earth. So fell stout Barrisor, that had stoode the shockes Often set Battles in your Highnesse warre, Gainst the sole souldier of the world, Nauarre. O pitious and horrid murther! Such a life Me thinkes had mettall in it to suruiue An age of men.