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 0.83 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Are you a weary of me? O Cressida! but that the busy day Waked by the Lark, hath roused the ribald Crows, And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer: I would not from thee. Night hath been too brief. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays, As hidiously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary, swift then thought: You will catch cold, and curse me. Prithee tarry, you men will never tarry; O foolish Cressida, I might have still held off, And then you would have tarried. Hark, there's one up? What's all the doors open here? It is your Uncle. A pestilence on him: now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life. How now, how now? how go maidenheads? Hear you Maid: where's my cousin Cressida? Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking Uncle: You bring me to do— and then you flout me too. To do what? to do what? let her say what: What have I brought you to do? Come, come, beshrew your heart: you'll ne'er be good, nor suffer others. Ha', ha': alas poor wretch: a poor Chipochia, hast not slept to night? would he not (a naughty man) let it sleep: a bugbear take him. Did not I tell you? would he were knocked i'th' head. Who's that at door? good Uncle go and see. My Lord, come you again into my Chamber: You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. Ha', ha'. Come you are deceived, I think of no such thing. How earnestly they knock: pray you come in. I would not for half Troy have you seen here. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now, what's the matter? Good morrow Lord, good morrow. Who's there my Lord Aeneas? by my troth I knew you not: what news with you so early? Is not Prince Troilus here? Here? what should he do here? Come he is here, my Lord, do not deny him: It doth import him much to speak with me. Is he here say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn: For my own part I came in late: what should he do here? Who, nay then: Come, come, you'll do him wrong, ere ye are ware: you'll be so true to him, to be false to him: Do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go. How now, what's the matter? My Lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: there is at hand, Parish your brother, and Deiphoebus, The Grecian Diomedes, and our Antenor Delivered to us, and for him forthwith, Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour, We must give up to Diomedes' hand The Lady Cressida. Is it concluded so? By Priam, and the general state of Troy, They are at hand, and ready to effect it.
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Are you a weary of me? O Creſſida! but that the buſie day Wak't by the Larke, hath rouz'd the ribauld Crowes, And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer: I would not from thee. Night hath beene too briefe. Beſhrew the witch! with venemous wights ſhe ſtayes, As hidiouſly as hell; but flies the graſpes of loue, With wings more momentary, ſwift then thought: You will catch cold, and curſe me. Prithee tarry, you men will neuer tarry; O fooliſh Creſſid, I might haue ſtill held off, And then you would haue tarried. Harke, ther's one vp? What's all the doores open here? It is your Vnckle. A peſtilence on him: now will he be mocking: I ſhall haue ſuch a life. How now, how now? how goe maiden-heads? Heare you Maide: wher's my cozin Creſſid? Go hang your ſelf, you naughty mocking Vnckle: You bring me to doo—and then you floute me too. To do what? to do what? let her ſay what: What haue I brought you to doe? Come, come, beſhrew your heart: youle nere be good, nor ſuffer others. Ha, ha: alas poore wretch: a poore Chipochia, haſt not ſlept to night? would he not (a naughty man) let it ſleepe: a bug-beare take him. Did not I tell you? would he were knockt ith' head. Who's that at doore? good Vnckle goe and ſee. My Lord, come you againe into my Chamber: You ſmile and mocke me, as if I meant naughtily. Ha, ha. Come you are deceiu'd, I thinke of no ſuch thing. How earneſtly they knocke: pray you come in. I would not for halfe Troy haue you ſeene here. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beate downe the doore? How now, what's the matter? Good morrow Lord, good morrow. Who's there my Lord Aeneas? by my troth I knew you not: what newes with you ſo early? Is not Prince Troylus here? Here? what ſhould he doe here? Come he is here, my Lord, doe not deny him: It doth import him much to ſpeake with me. Is he here ſay you? 'tis more then I know, Ile be ſworne: For my owne part I came in late: what ſhould he doe here? Who, nay then: Come, come, youle doe him wrong, ere y' are ware: youle be ſo true to him, to be falſe to him: Doe not you know of him, but yet goe fetch him hither, goe. How now, what's the matter? My Lord, I ſcarce haue leiſure to ſalute you, My matter is ſo raſh: there is at hand, Paris your brother, and Deiphoebus, The Grecian Diomed, and our Anthenor Deliuer'd to vs, and for him forth-with, Ere the firſt ſacrifice, within this houre, We muſt giue vp to Diomeds hand The Lady Creſſida. Is it concluded ſo? By Priam, and the generall ſtate of Troy, They are at hand, and ready to effect it.