Alexander, William · published 1637 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
And yet I know, had not his wand'ring eyes The Cyprian bribed by some lascivious smiles, My pompous birds (in triumph) through the skies, Had borne the gold which oft her Nymphs beguiles; And am I she whose greatness is admired, Whom Iove for wife, whom thousands court for love? Whom haughty Ixion to embrace desired, Yet with a cloud deluded did remove? And what made me a matter to submit, Where my authority might have availed? Whilst though I promised wealth, and Pallas wit, Yet with a young man, Venus most prevailed; But how dared he of one the glory raise, Where two contemned would needs the wrong repair? It spite's our sex to hear another's praise, Of which each one would be thought only fair. To venge myself no kind of pain I spared, And made his greatest gain his greatest loss: As Venus gave him Helen for reward, I gave him Helen for his greatest cross; Nor did he long with joy her love enjoy, Whose fatal flames his Country did confound, Whilst Armies armed for her did Troy destroy, And Neptune's labours leveled with the ground; Whilst Simois seemed to be a burial field, Whose streams as streets) were with dead bodies paved, All Xanthus' Plain (as turned a Sea) did yield A flood of blood, from Heroes wounds received; Whilst braving thousands once, though much esteemed, By dust and blood deformed, of Hector slain, (Not like Patroclus by the sword redeemed) The body basely was bought back again; Then, by the same man's son who killed his son, Old Priamus surprised, sighed forth his breath, And even most harmed where he for help had run, The Altar taking, taken was by death. Though wrestling long to scape the heaven's decree, (Blood quenching lust) last parted from the light, He who loved Helen, and was loathed by me, Did (as a Sacrifice) appease my spite. Then, having lived (if wretches have a life) Till in all hers ere dead, oft buried spied) Though once known both, nor mother then, nor wife, The fertile Hecuba (mad childless) died. Thus, by those means it would have seemed to some That scorned beauty had been well revenged: But whilst they were o're-comed, they did overcome, Since they their states for better states have changed. I in one part that people did confound, But did enlarge their power in every place: All warlike Nations through the world renowned, From Phrygian ruins strive to raise their race. And yet two traitors who betray the rest O! that the heaven on treason sometime smiles! Though having worst deserved, did chance the best, More I appy then at home in their exiles; Did not Antenor (stealing through his foes) near to th' Euganian Mountains build a Town, Of which so●e nurslings once shall seek repose,
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And yet I know, had not his wandring eyes The Cyprian brib'd by ſome laſcivious ſmiles, My pompous birds (in triumph) through the skyes, Had borne the gold which oft her Nymphs beguiles; And am I ſhe whoſe greatneſſe is admir'd, Whom Iove for wife, whom thouſands court for love? Whom haughty Ixion to embrace deſir'd, Yet with a cloud deluded did remove? And what made me a matter to ſubmit, Where my authority might have avail'd? Whilſt though I promis'd wealth, and Pallas wit, Yet with a yong man, Venus moſt prevail'd; "But how durſt he of one the glory raiſe, "Where two contemn'd would needs the wrong repaire? "It ſpites our ſexe to heare anothers praiſe, "Of which each one would be thought onely faire. To venge my ſelfe no kinde of paine I ſpar'd, And made his greateſt gaine his greateſt loſſe: As Venus gave him Helen for reward, I gave him Helen for his greateſt croſſe; Nor did he long with joy her love enjoy, Whoſe fatall flames his Country did confound, Whſt Armies arm'd for her did Troy deſtroy, And Neptunes labours levell'd with the ground; Whilſt Simois ſeem'd to be a buriall field, Whoſe ſtreams as ſtreets) were with dead bodies pav'd, All Zanthus Plaine (as turn'd a Sea) did yeeld A floud of bloud, from Heroes wounds receiv'd; Whilſt braving thouſands once, though much eſteem'd, By duſt and bloud deform'd, of Hector ſlaine, (Not like Patroclus by the ſword redeem'd) The body baſely was bought backe againe; Then, by the ſame mans ſonne who kill'd his ſonne, Old Priamus ſurpriz'd, ſigh'd forth his breath, And even moſt harm'd where he for helpe had runne, The Altar taking, taken was by death. Though wreſtling long to ſcape the heavens decree, (Bloud quenching luſt) laſt parted from the light, He who lov'd Helen, and was loath'd by me, Did (as a Sacrifice) appeaſe my ſpight. Then, having liv'd (if wretches have a life) Till in all hers ere dead, oft buried ſpi'd) Though once known both, nor mother then, nor wife, The fertile Hecuba (mad childeleſſe) dy'd. Thus, by thoſe meanes it would have ſeem'd to ſome That ſcorned beauty had beene well reveng'd: But whilſt they were o're-com'd, they did o're-come, Since they their ſtates for better ſtates have chang'd. I in one part that people did confound, But did enlarge their power in every place: All war-like Nations through the world renown'd, From Phrygian ruines ſtrive to raiſe their race. And yet two traitors who betray the reſt O! that the heaven on treaſon ſometime ſmiles! Though having worſt deſerv'd, did chance the beſt, More I appy then at home in their exiles; Did not Antenor (ſtealing through his foes) Neere to th' Euganian Mountaines build a Towne, Of which ſoe nurſlings once ſhall ſeeke repoſe,