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 0.80 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
All the commerce that you have had with Troy, As perfectly is ours, as yours, my Lord. And better would it fit Achilles' much, To throw down Hector then Polixena. But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, When fame shall in her Hand sound her trump; And all the Greekish Girls shall tripping sing, Great Hector's sister did Achilles win; But our great Aiax bravely beat down him. Farewell my Lord: I as your lover speak; The fool slides over the Ice that you should break. To this effect Achilles have I moved you; A woman impudent and mannish grown, Is not more loathed, than an effeminate man, In time of action: I stand condemned for this; They think my little stomach to the war, And your great love to me, restrains you thus: Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And like a dew drop from the Lion's mane, Be shook to airy air. Shall Aiax fight with Hector? I, and perhaps receive much honour by him. I see my reputation is at stake, My fame is shrewdly gored. O then beware: Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves: Omission to do what is necessary, Seals a commission to a blank of danger, And danger like an ague subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun. Go call Thersites hither sweet Patroclus, I'll send the fool to Aiax, and desire him T' invite the Trojan Lords after the Combat To see us here unarmed: I have a woman's longing, An appetite that I am sick withal, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; To talk with him, and to behold his visage, Even to my full of view. A labour saved. A wonder. What? Aiax goes up and down the field, ask for himself. How so? He must fight singly to morrow with Hector, and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. How can that be? Why he stalks up and down like a Peacock, a stride and a stand: ruminates like an hostess, that hath no Arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say, there were wit in his head and 'twoo'd out; and so there is: but it lies as coldly in him, as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i' th' combat, he'll break't himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, good morrow Aiax; And he replies, thanks Agamemnon, What think you of this man, that takes me for the General? he's grown a very land-fish, languagelesse, a monster: a plague of opinion, a man may wear it on both sides like a leather jerkin. Thou must be my Ambassador to him Thersites.
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All the commerſe that you haue had with Troy, As perfectly is ours, as yours, my Lord. And better would it fit Achilles much, To throw downe Hector then Polixena. But it muſt grieue yong Pirhus now at home, When fame ſhall in her Hand ſound her trumpe; And all the Greekiſh Girles ſhall tripping ſing, Great Hectors ſiſter did Achilles winne; But our great Aiax brauely beate downe him. Farewell my Lord: I as your louer ſpeake; The foole ſlides ore the Ice that you ſhould breake. To this effect Achilles haue I mou'd you; A woman impudent and manniſh growne, Is not more loth'd, then an effeminate man, In time of action: I ſtand condemn'd for this; They thinke my little ſtomacke to the warre, And your great loue to me, reſtraines you thus: Sweete, rouſe your ſelfe; and the weake wanton Cupid Shall from your necke vnlooſe his amorous fould, And like a dew drop from the Lyons mane, Be ſhooke to ayrie ayre. Shall Aiax fight with Hector? I, and perhaps receiue much honor by him. I ſee my reputation is at ſtake, My fame is ſhrowdly gored. O then beware: Thoſe wounds heale ill, that men doe giue themſelues: Omiſſion to doe what is neceſſary, Seales a commiſſion to a blanke of danger, And danger like an ague ſubtly taints Euen then when we ſit idely in the ſunne. Goe call Therſites hither ſweet Patroclus, Ile ſend the foole to Aiax, and deſire him T' inuite the Troian Lords after the Combat To ſee vs here vnarm'd: I haue a womans longing, An appetite that I am ſicke withall, To ſee great Hector in his weedes of peace; To talke with him, and to behold his viſage, Euen to my full of view. A labour ſau'd. A wonder. What? Aiax goes vp and downe the field, asking for himſelfe. How ſo? Hee muſt fight ſingly to morrow with Hector, and is ſo prophetically proud of an heroicall cudgelling, that he raues in ſaying nothing. How can that be? Why he ſtalkes vp and downe like a Peacock, a ſtride and a ſtand: ruminates like an hoſteſſe, that hath no Arithmatique but her braine to ſet downe her reckoning: bites his lip with a politique regard, as who ſhould ſay, there were wit in his head and twoo'd out; and ſo there is: but it lyes as coldly in him, as fire in a flint, which will not ſhew without knocking. The mans vndone for euer; for if Hector breake not his necke i' th' combat, heele break't himſelfe in vaine-glory. He knowes not mee: I ſaid, good morrow Aiax; And he replyes, thankes Agamemnon, What thinke you of this man, that takes me for the Generall? Hee's growne a very land-fiſh, languageleſſe, a monſter: a plague of opinion, a man may weare it on both ſides like a leather Ierkin. Thou muſt be my Ambaſſador to him Therſites.