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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
We sympathize. Ioue let Aeneas live (If to my sword his fate be not the glory) A thousand complete courses of the Sun, But in mine emulous honour let him dye: With every joint a wound, and that to morrow. We know each other well. We do, and long to know each other worse. This is the most, despightful'st gentle greeting; The noblest hateful love, that ere I heard of. What business Lord so early? I was sent for to the King; but why, I know not. His purpose meets you; it was to bring this Greek To Calcha's house; and there to render him, For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressida: Let's have your company; or if you please, Haste there before us. I constantly do think (Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge) My brother Troilus lodges there to night. Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, With the whole quality whereof, I fear We shall be much unwelcome. That I assure you: Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Then Cressida borne from Troy. There is no help: The bitter disposition of the time will have it so. On Lord, we'll follow you. Good morrow all. And tell me noble Diomedes; faith tell me true, Even in the soul of sound good fellowship, Who in your thoughts merits fair Helen most? Myself, or Menelaus? Both alike. He merits well to have her, that doth seek her, Not making any scruple of her soylure, With such a hell of pain, and world of charge. And you as well to keep her, that defend her, Not pallating the taste of her dishonour, With such a costly loss of wealth and friends: He like a puling Cuckold, would drink up The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece: You like a lecher, out of whorish loins. Are pleased to breed out your inheritors: Both merits poized, each weighs no less nor more, But he as he, which heavier for a whore. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. she's bitter to her country: hear me Paris, For every false drop in her bawdy veins, A Grecians life hath sunk: for every scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight, A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could speak, She hath not given so many good words breath, As for her, Greeks and Troyans' suffered death. Fair Diomedes, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy: But we in silence hold this virtue well; we'll not commend, what we intent to sell. Here lies our way. Dear trouble not yourself: the morn is cold. Then sweet my Lord, I'll call mine Uncle down; He shall unbolt the Gates. Trouble him not: To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As Infants empty of all thought. Good morrow then. I prithee now to bed.
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We ſimpathize. Ioue let Aeneas liue (If to my ſword his fate be not the glory) A thouſand compleate courſes of the Sunne, But in mine emulous honor let him dye: With euery ioynt a wound, and that to morrow. We know each other well. We doe, and long to know each other worſe. This is the moſt, deſpightful'ſt gentle greeting; The nobleſt hatefull loue, that ere I heard of. What buſineſſe Lord ſo early? I was ſent for to the King; but why, I know not. His purpoſe meets you; it was to bring this Greek To Calcha's houſe; and there to render him, For the enfreed Anthenor, the faire Creſſid: Lets haue your company; or if you pleaſe, Haſte there before vs. I conſtantly doe thinke (Or rather call my thought a certaine knowledge) My brother Troylus lodges there to night. Rouſe him, and giue him note of our approach, With the whole quality whereof, I feare We ſhall be much vnwelcome. That I aſſure you: Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Then Creſſid borne from Troy. There is no helpe: The bitter diſpoſition of the time will haue it ſo. On Lord, weele follow you. Good morrow all. And tell me noble Diomed; faith tell me true, Euen in the ſoule of ſound good fellowſhip, Who in your thoughts merits faire Helen moſt? My ſelfe, or Menelaus? Both alike. He merits well to haue her, that doth ſeeke her, Not making any ſcruple of her ſoylure, With ſuch a hell of paine, and world of charge. And you as well to keepe her, that defend her, Not pallating the taſte of her diſhonour, With ſuch a coſtly loſſe of wealth and friends: He like a puling Cuckold, would drinke vp The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece: You like a letcher, out of whoriſh loynes. Are pleaſ'd to breede out your inheritors: Both merits poyz'd, each weighs no leſſe nor more, But he as he, which heauier for a whore. You are too bitter to your country-woman. Shee's bitter to her countrey: heare me Paris, For euery falſe drop in her baudy veines, A Grecians life hath ſunke: for euery ſcruple Of her contaminated carrion weight, A Troian hath beene ſlaine. Since ſhe could ſpeake, She hath not giuen ſo many good words breath, As for her, Greekes and Troians ſuffred death. Faire Diomed, you doe as chapmen doe, Diſpraiſe the thing that you deſire to buy: But we in ſilence hold this vertue well; Weele not commend, what we intend to ſell. Here lyes our way. Deere trouble not your ſelfe: the morne is cold. Then ſweet my Lord, Ile call mine Vnckle down; He ſhall vnbolt the Gates. Trouble him not: To bed, to bed: ſleepe kill thoſe pritty eyes, And giue as ſoft attachment to thy ſences, As Infants empty of all thought. Good morrow then. I prithee now to bed.