Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.77 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
IN Troy there lies the Scene From Isles of Greece The Prince's Orgillous, their high blood chafed Have to the Port of Athens sent their ships Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruel War: Sixty and nine that wore Their Crownets, Regal, from th' Athenian bay Put forth toward Phrygia, and their vow is made To ransack Troy, within whose strong emures The ravished Helen, Menelaus' Queen, With wanton Paris sleeps, and that's the Quarrel. To Tenedos they come, And the deepe-drawing Bark do there disgorge Their warlike frautage: now on Dardan Plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Their brave Pavilions. Priam's six-gated City, Dardan and Timbria, Helias, Cheta, Troien, And Antenonidus with massy Staples And corresponsive and fulfilling Bolts Stir up the Sons of Troy. Now Expectation tickling skittish spirits, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come, A Prologue armed, but not in confidence Of Author's pen, or Actor's voice; but suited In like conditions, as our Argument; To tell you (fair Beholders) that our Play Leaps over the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, Beginning in the middle: starting thence away, To what may be digested in a Play: Like, or find fault, do as your pleasures are, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of War. CAll here my Varlet, I'll unarm again. Why should I war without the walls of Troy That find such cruel battle here within? Each Trojan that is master of his heart, Let him to field, Troilus alas hath none. Will this gear ne'er be mended? The Greeks are strong, & skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness Valiant: But I am weaker than a woman's tear; Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance; Less valiant than the Virgin in the night, And skilless as unpractised Infancy. Well, I have told you enough of this: For my part, I'll not meddle nor make no farther. He that will have a Cake out of the Wheat, must needs tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? I the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? I the bolting; but you must tarry the leau'ing. Still have I tarried. I, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word hereafter, the Kneading, the making of the Cake, the heating of the Oven, and the Baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips. Patience herself, what Goddess ere she be, Doth lesser blench at sufferance, than I do: At Priam's Royal Table do I sit; And when fair Cressida comes into my thoughts, So (Traitor) than she comes, when she is thence. Well: She looked yesternight fairer, than ever I saw her look, Or any woman else.
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IN Troy there lyes the Scene From Iles of Greece The Princes Orgillous, their high blood chaf'd Haue to the Port of Athens ſent their ſhippes Fraught with the miniſters and inſtruments Of cruell Warre: Sixty and nine that wore Their Crownets, Regall, from th' Athenian bay Put forth toward Phrygia, and their vow is made To ranſacke Troy, within whoſe ſtrong emures The rauiſh'd Helen, Menelaus Queene, With wanton Paris ſleepes, and that's the Quarrell. To Tenedos they come, And the deepe-drawing Barke do there diſgorge Their warlike frautage: now on Dardan Plaines The freſh and yet vnbruiſed Greekes do pitch Their braue Pauillions. Priams ſix-gated City, Dardan and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien, And Antenonidus with maſsie Staples And correſponſiue and fulfilling Bolts Stirre vp the Sonnes of Troy. Now Expectation tickling skittiſh ſpirits, On one and other ſide, Troian and Greeke, Sets all on hazard▪ And hither am J come, A Prologue arm'd, but not in confidence Of Authors pen, or Actors voyce; but ſuited Jn like conditions, as our Argument; To tell you (faire Beholders) that our Play Leapes ore the vaunt and firſtlings of thoſe broyles, Beginning in the middle: ſtarting thence away, To what may be digeſted in a Play: Like, or finde fault, do as your pleaſures are, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of Warre. CAll here my Varlet, Ile vnarme againe. Why ſhould I warre without the wals of Troy That finde ſuch cruell battell here within? Each Troian that is maſter of his heart, Let him to field, Troylus alas hath none. Will this geere nere be mended? The Greeks are ſtrong, & skilful to their ſtrength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceneſſe Valiant: But I am weaker then a womans teare; Tamer then ſleepe, fonder then ignorance; Leſſe valiant then the Virgin in the night, And skilleſſe as vnpractis'd Infancie. Well, I haue told you enough of this: For my part, Ile not meddle nor make no farther. Hee that will haue a Cake out of the Wheate, muſt needes tarry the grinding. Haue I not tarried? I the grinding; but you muſt tarry the bolting. Haue I not tarried? I the boulting; but you muſt tarry the leau'ing. Still haue I tarried. I, to the leauening: but heeres yet in the word hereafter, the Kneading, the making of the Cake, the heating of the Ouen, and the Baking; nay, you muſt ſtay the cooling too, or you may chance to burne your lips. Patience her ſelfe, what Goddeſſe ere ſhe be, Doth leſſer blench at ſufferance, then I doe: At Priams Royall Table doe I ſit; And when faire Creſſid comes into my thoughts, So (Traitor) then ſhe comes, when ſhe is thence. Well: She look'd yeſternight fairer, then euer I ſaw her looke, Or any woman elſe.