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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with us, would he were a Trojan. What a vice were it in Aiax now— If he were proud. Or covetous of praise. I, or surly borne. Or strange, or self affected. Thank the heavens L. thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: Fame by thy Tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice famed beyond, beyond all erudition; But he that disciplined thy arms to fight, Let Mars divide Eternity in twain, And give him half, and for thy vigour, Bull-bearing Milo: his addition yield To sinnowie Aiax: I will not praise thy wisdom, Which like a bourn, a pale, a shore confines Thy spacious and dilated parts; here's Nestor Instructed by the Antiquary times: He must, he is, he cannot but be wise. But pardon Father Nestor, were your days As green as Aiax, and your brain so tempered, You should not have the eminence of him, But be as Aiax. Shall I call you Father? I my good Son. Be ruled by him Lord Aiax. There is no tarrying here, the Hart Achilles Keeps thicker: please it our General, To call together all his state of war, Fresh Kings are come to Troy; to morrow We must with all our main of power stand fast: And here's a Lord, come Knights from East to West, And cull their flower, Aiax shall cope the best. Go we to Counsel, let Achilles sleep; Light Botes may sail swift, though greater bulks draw deep. Friend, you, pray you a word: Do not you follow the young Lord Paris? I sir, when he goes before me. You depend upon him I mean? Sir, I do depend upon the Lord. You depend upon a noble Gentleman: I must needs praise him. The Lord be praised. You know me, do you not? Faith sir, superficially. Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus. I hope I shall know your honour better. I do desire it. You are in the state of Grace? Grace, not so friend, honour and Lordship are my title: What Music is this? I do but partly know sir: it is Music in parts. Know you the Musicians. Wholly sir. Who play they to? To the hearers sir. At whose pleasure friend? At mine sir, and theirs that love Music. Command, I mean friend. Who shall I command sir? Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request do these men play? That's too't indeed sir: marry sir, at the request of Paris my L. who's there in person; with him the mortal Venus, the heart blood of beauty, loves invisible soul. Who? my Cousin Cressida. No sir, Helen, could you not find out that by her attributes? It should seem fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a complemental assault upon him, for my business seethes.
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A horſon dog, that ſhal palter thus with vs, would he were a Troian. What a vice were it in Aiax now— If he were proud. Or couetous of praiſe. I, or ſurley borne. Or ſtrange, or ſelfe affected. Thank the heauens L. thou art of ſweet compoſure; Praiſe him that got thee, ſhe that gaue thee ſucke: Fame by thy Tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all erudition; But he that diſciplin'd thy armes to fight, Let Mars deuide Eternity in twaine, And giue him halfe, and for thy vigour, Bull-bearing Milo: his addition yeelde To ſinnowie Aiax: I will not praiſe thy wiſdome, Which like a bourne, a pale, a ſhore confines Thy ſpacious and dilated parts; here's Neſtor Inſtructed by the Antiquary times: He muſt, he is, he cannot but be wiſe. But pardon Father Neſtor, were your dayes As greene as Aiax, and your braine ſo temper'd, You ſhould not haue the eminence of him, But be as Aiax. Shall I call you Father? I my good Sonne. Be rul'd by him Lord Aiax. There is no tarrying here, the Hart Achilles Keepes thicker: pleaſe it our Generall, To call together all his ſtate of warre, Freſh Kings are come to Troy; to morrow We muſt with all our maine of power ſtand faſt: And here's a Lord, come Knights from Eaſt to Weſt, And cull their flowre, Aiax ſhall cope the beſt. Goe we to Counſaile, let Achilles ſleepe; Light Botes may ſaile ſwift, though greater bulkes draw deepe. Friend, you, pray you a word: Doe not you follow the yong Lord Paris? I ſir, when he goes before me. You depend vpon him I meane? Sir, I doe depend vpon the Lord. You depend vpon a noble Gentleman: I muſt needes praiſe him. The Lord be praiſed. You know me, doe you not? Faith ſir, ſuperficially. Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus. I hope I ſhall know your honour better. I doe deſire it. You are in the ſtate of Grace? Grace, not ſo friend, honor and Lordſhip are my title: What Muſique is this? I doe but partly know ſir: it is Muſicke in parts. Know you the Muſitians. Wholly ſir. Who play they to? To the hearers ſir. At whoſe pleaſure friend? At mine ſir, and theirs that loue Muſicke. Command, I meane friend. Who ſhall I command ſir? Friend, we vnderſtand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whoſe requeſt doe theſe men play? That's too't indeede ſir: marry ſir, at the requeſt of Paris my L. who's there in perſon; with him the mortall Venus, the heart bloud of beauty, loues inuiſible ſoule. Who? my Coſin Creſſida. No ſir, Helen, could you not finde out that by her attributes? It ſhould ſeeme fellow, that thou haſt not ſeen the Lady Creſſida. I come to ſpeake with Paris from the Prince Troylus: I will make a complementall aſſault vpon him, for my buſineſſe ſeethes.