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 · 535 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Now Princes for the service I have done you, Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud, To call for recompense: appear it to your mind, That through the sight I bear in things to love, I have abandoned Troy, left my possession, Incurred a Traitor's name, exposed myself, From certain and possessed conveniences, To doubtful fortunes, sequestering from me all That time, acquaintance, custom and condition, Made tame, and most familiar to my nature: And here to do you service am become, As new into the world, strange, unacquainted. I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit: Out of those many registered in promise, Which you say, live to come in my behalf. What wouldst thou of us Trojan? make demand? You have a Trojan prisoner, called Antenor, Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear, Oft have you (often have you, thanks therefore) Desired my Cressida in right great exchange. Whom Troy hath still denied: but this Antenor, I know is such a wrist in their affairs; That their negotiations all must slack, Wanting his manage: and they will almost, Give us a Prince of blood, a Son of Priam, In change of him. Let him be sent great Princes, And he shall buy my Daughter: and her presence, Shall quite strike off all service I have done, In most accepted pain. Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Cressida hither: Calcas shall have What he requests of us: good Diomedes Furnish you fairly for this interchange; Withal bring word, if Hector will to morrow Be answered in his challenge. Aiax is ready. This shall I undertake, and 'tis a burden Which I am proud to bear. Achilles stands i' th' entrance of his Tent; Please it our General to pass strangely by him, As if he were forgot: and Princes all, Lay negligent and lose regard upon him; I will come last, 'tis like he'll question me, Why such unplausive eyes are bend? why turned on him? If so, I have derision medicinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, Which his own will shall have desire to drink; It may do good, pride hath no other glass To show itself, but pride: for supple knees, Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. we'll execute your purpose, and put on A form of strangeness as we pass along, So do each Lord, and either greet him not, Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more, Then if not looked on. I will lead the way. What comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. What says Achilles, would he ought with us? Would you my Lord ought with the General? No. Nothing my Lord. The better. Good day, good day. How do you? how do you? What, does the Cuckold scorn me? How now Patroclus? Good morrow Aiax? Ha. Good morrow. I, and good next day too. What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles? They pass by strangely: they were used to bend To send their smiles before them to Achilles: To come as humbly as they used to creep to holy Altars.
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Now Princes for the ſeruice I haue done you, Th' aduantage of the time promps me aloud, To call for recompence: appeare it to your minde, That through the ſight I beare in things to loue, I haue abandon'd Troy, left my poſſeſſion, Incur'd a Traitors name, expoſ'd my ſelfe, From certaine and poſſeſt conueniences, To doubtfull fortunes, ſequeſtring from me all That time, acquaintance, cuſtome and condition, Made tame, and moſt familiar to my nature: And here to doe you ſeruice am become, As new into the world, ſtrange, vnacquainted. I doe beſeech you, as in way of taſte, To giue me now a little benefit: Out of thoſe many regiſtred in promiſe, Which you ſay, liue to come in my behalfe. What would'ſt thou of vs Troian? make demand? You haue a Troian priſoner, cal'd Anthenor, Yeſterday tooke: Troy holds him very deere, Oft haue you (often haue you, thankes therefore) Deſir'd my Creſſid in right great exchange. Whom Troy hath ſtill deni'd: but this Anthenor, I know is ſuch a wreſt in their affaires; That their negotiations all muſt ſlacke, Wanting his mannage: and they will almoſt, Giue vs a Prince of blood, a Sonne of Priam, In change of him. Let him be ſent great Princes, And he ſhall buy my Daughter: and her preſence, Shall quite ſtrike off all ſeruice I haue done, In moſt accepted paine. Let Diomedes beare him, And bring vs Creſſid hither: Calcas ſhall haue What he requeſts of vs: good Diomed Furniſh you fairely for this enterchange; Withall bring word, if Hector will to morrow Be anſwer'd in his challenge. Aiax is ready. This ſhall I vndertake, and 'tis a burthen Which I am proud to beare. Achilles ſtands i' th entrance of his Tent; Pleaſe it our Generall to paſſe ſtrangely by him, As if he were forgot: and Princes all, Lay negligent and looſe regard vpon him; I will come laſt, 'tis like heele queſtion me, Why ſuch vnplaſiue eyes are bent? why turn'd on him? If ſo, I haue deriſion medicinable, To vſe betweene your ſtrangeneſſe and his pride, Which his owne will ſhall haue deſire to drinke; It may doe good, pride hath no other glaſſe To ſhow it ſelfe, but pride: for ſupple knees, Feede arrogance, and are the proud mans fees. Weele execute your purpoſe, and put on A forme of ſtrangeneſſe as we paſſe along, So doe each Lord, and either greete him not, Or elſe diſdainfully, which ſhall ſhake him more, Then if not lookt on. I will lead the way. What comes the Generall to ſpeake with me? You know my minde, Ile fight no more 'gainſt Troy. What ſaies Achilles, would he ought with vs? Would you my Lord ought with the Generall? No. Nothing my Lord. The better. Good day, good day. How doe you? how doe you? What, do's the Cuckold ſcorne me? How now Patroclus? Good morrow Aiax? Ha. Good morrow. I, and good next day too. What meane theſe fellowes? know they not Achilles? They paſſe by ſtrangely: they were vſ'd to bend To ſend their ſmiles before them to Achilles: To come as humbly as they vs'd to creepe to holy Altars.