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 0.81 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Brother, she is not worth What she doth cost the holding. What's aught, but as 'tis valued? But value dwells not in particular will, It holds his estimate and dignity As well, wherein 'tis precious of itself, As in the prizer: 'Tis made Idolatry, To make the service greater than the God, And the will dotes that is inclineable To what infectiously itself affects, Without some image of th' affected merit. I take to day a Wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my Will; My Will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded Pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of Will, and judgement. How may I avoid (Although my will distaste what it elected) The Wife I chose, there can be no evasion To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour. We turn not back the Silks upon the Merchant When we have spoiled them; nor the remainder Viands We do not throw in unrespective same, Because we now are full. It was thought meet Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks; Your breath of full consent bellied his Sails, The Seas and Winds (old Wranglers) took a Truce, And did him service; he touched the Ports desired, And for an old Aunt whom the Greeks held Captive, He brought a Grecian Queen, whose youth & freshness Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes stolen the morning. Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our Aunt: Is she worth keeping? Why she is a Pearl, Whose price hath launched above a thousand Ships, And turned Crowned Kings to Merchants. If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, (As you must needs, for you all cried, Go, go:) If you'll confess, he brought home Noble prize, (As you must needs) for you all clapped your hands, And cried inestimable; why do you now The issue of your proper Wisdom's rate, And do a deed that Fortune never did? Beggar the estimation which you prized, Richer than Sea and Land? O Theft most base! That we have stolen what we do fear to keep. But thieves unworthy of a thing so stolen, That in their Country did them that disgrace, We fear to warrant in our Native place. Cry Trojans, cry. What noise? what shriek is this? 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice. Cry Troyans. It is Cassandra. Cry Trojans cry; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with Prophetic tears. Peace sister, peace. Virgins, and Boys; mid-age & wrinkled old, Soft infancy, that nothing can but cry, Add to my clamour: let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moan to come. Cry Trojans cry, practise your eyes with tears, Troy must not be, nor goodly Illium stand, Our firebrand Brother Paris burns us all. Cry Trojans cry, a Helen and a woe; Cry, cry, Troy burns, or else let Helen go.
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Brother, ſhe is not worth What ſhe doth coſt the holding. What's aught, but as 'tis valew'd? But value dwels not in particular will, It holds his eſtimate and dignitie As well, wherein 'tis precious of it ſelfe, As in the prizer: 'Tis made Idolatrie, To make the ſeruice greater then the God, And the will dotes that is inclineable To what infectiouſly it ſelfe affects, Without ſome image of th' affected merit. I take to day a Wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my Will; My Will enkindled by mine eyes and eares, Two traded Pylots 'twixt the dangerous ſhores Of Will, and Iudgement. How may I auoyde (Although my will diſtaſte what it elected) The Wife I choſe, there can be no euaſion To blench from this, and to ſtand firme by honour. We turne not backe the Silkes vpon the Merchant When we haue ſpoyl'd them; nor the remainder Viands We do not throw in vnreſpectiue ſame, Becauſe we now are full. It was thought meete Paris ſhould do ſome vengeance on the Greekes; Your breath of full conſent bellied his Sailes, The Seas and Windes (old Wranglers) tooke a Truce, And did him ſeruice; he touch'd the Ports deſir'd, And for an old Aunt whom the Greekes held Captiue, He brought a Grecian Queen, whoſe youth & freſhneſſe Wrinkles Apolloes, and makes ſtale the morning. Why keepe we her? the Grecians keepe our Aunt: Is ſhe worth keeping? Why ſhe is a Pearle, Whoſe price hath launch'd aboue a thouſand Ships, And turn'd Crown'd Kings to Merchants. If you'l auouch, 'twas wiſedome Paris went, (As you muſt needs, for you all cride, Go, go:) If you'l confeſſe, he brought home Noble prize, (As you muſt needs) for you all clapt your hands, And cride ineſtimable; why do you now The iſſue of your proper Wiſedomes rate, And do a deed that Fortune neuer did? Begger the eſtimation which you priz'd, Richer then Sea and Land? O Theft moſt baſe! That we haue ſtolne what we do feare to keepe. But Theeues vnworthy of a thing ſo ſtolne, That in their Country did them that diſgrace, We feare to warrant in our Natiue place. Cry Troyans, cry. What noyſe? what ſhreeke is this? 'Tis our mad ſiſter, I do know her voyce. Cry Troyans. It is Caſſandra. Cry Troyans cry; lend me ten thouſand eyes, And I will fill them with Propheticke teares. Peace ſiſter, peace. Virgins, and Boyes; mid-age & wrinkled old, Soft infancie, that nothing can but cry, Adde to my clamour: let vs pay betimes A moity of that maſſe of moane to come. Cry Troyans cry, practiſe your eyes with teares, Troy muſt not be, nor goodly Illion ſtand, Our fire-brand Brother Paris burnes vs all. Cry Troyans cry, a Helen and a woe; Cry, cry, Troy burnes, or elſe let Helen goe.