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 0.79 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
They are in action. Now Aiax hold thine own. Hector, thou sleepest, awake thee. His blows are well disposed there Aiax. You must no more. Princes enough, so please you. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. As Hector pleases. Why then will I no more: Thou art great Lord, my Father's sisters Son; A cousin german to great Priam's seed: The obligation of our blood forbids A gory emulation 'twixt us twain: Were thy commixion, Greek and Trojan so, That thou couldst say, this hand is Grecian all, And this is Trojan: the sinews of this Leg, All Greek, and this all Troy: my Mother's blood Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister Bounds in my fathers: by Ioue multipotent, Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our rank feud: but the just gods gainsay, That any drop thou borrwd'st from thy mother, My sacred Aunt, should by my mortal Sword Be drained. Let me embrace thee Aiax: By him that thunders, thou hast lusty Arms; Hector would have them fall upon him thus. Cousin, all honour to thee. I thank thee Hector: Thou art too gentle, and too free a man: I came to kill thee Cousin, and bear hence A great addition, earned in thy death. Not Neoptolymus so mirable, On whose bright crest, fame with her loudest (O yes) Cries, This is he; couldst promise to himself, A thought of added honour, torn from Hector. There is expectance here from both the sides, What further you will do? we'll answer it: The issue is embracement: Aiax, farewell. If I might in entreaties find success, As seld I have the chance; I would desire My famous Cousin to our Grecian Tents. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles Doth long to see unarmed the valiant Hector. Aeneas, call my brother Troilus to me: And signify this loving interview To the expecters of our Trojan part: Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my Cousin: I will go eat with thee, and see your Knights. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. The worthiest of them, tell me name by name: But for Achilles, mine own searching eyes Shall find him by his large and portly size. Worthy of Arms: as welcome as to one That would be rid of such an enemy. But that's no welcome: understand more clear What's past, and what's to come, is strewed with husks And formelesse ruin of oblivion: But in this extant moment, faith and troth, Strained purely from all hollow bias drawing: Bids thee with most divine integrity. From heart of very heart, great Hector welcome. I thank thee most imperious Agamemnon. My well-famed Lord of Troy, no less to you. Let me confirm my Princely brother's greeting, You brace of warlike Brothers, welcome hither.
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They are in action. Now Aiax hold thine owne. Hector, thou ſleep'ſt, awake thee. His blowes are wel diſpos'd there Aiax. You muſt no more. Princes enough, ſo pleaſe you. I am not warme yet, let vs fight againe. As Hector pleaſes. Why then will I no more: Thou art great Lord, my Fathers ſiſters Sonne; A couſen german to great Priams ſeede: The obligation of our bloud forbids A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine: Were thy commixion, Greeke and Troian ſo, That thou could'ſt ſay, this hand is Grecian all, And this is Troian: the ſinewes of this Legge, All Greeke, and this all Troy: my Mothers bloud Runs on the dexter cheeke, and this ſiniſter Bounds in my fathers: by Ioue multipotent, Thou ſhould'ſt not beare from me a Greekiſh member Wherein my ſword had not impreſſure made Of our ranke feud: but the iuſt gods gainſay, That any drop thou borrwd'ſt from thy mother, My ſacred Aunt, ſhould by my mortall Sword Be drained. Let me embrace thee Aiax: By him that thunders, thou haſt luſtie Armes; Hector would haue them fall vpon him thus. Cozen, all honor to thee. I thanke thee Hector: Thou art too gentle, and too free a man: I came to kill thee Cozen, and beare hence A great addition, earned in thy death. Not Neoptolymus ſo mirable, On whoſe bright creſt, fame with her lowd'ſt (O yes) Cries, This is he; could'ſt promiſe to himſelfe, A thought of added honor, torne from Hector. There is expectance here from both the ſides, What further you will doe? Weele anſwere it: The iſſue is embracement: Aiax, farewell. If I might in entreaties finde ſucceſſe, As ſeld I haue the chance; I would deſire My famous Couſin to our Grecian Tents. 'Tis Agamemnons wiſh, and great Achilles Doth long to ſee vnarm'd the valiant Hector. Aeneas, call my brother Troylus to me: And ſignifie this louing enterview To the expecters of our Troian part: Deſire them home. Giue me thy hand, my Couſin: I will goe eate with thee, and ſee your Knights. Great Agamemnon comes to meete vs here. The worthieſt of them, tell me name by name: But for Achilles, mine owne ſerching eyes Shall finde him by his large and portly ſize. Worthy of Armes: as welcome as to one▪ That would be rid of ſuch an enemie. But that's no welcome: vnderſtand more cleere What's paſt, and what's to come, is ſtrew'd with huskes And formeleſſe ruine of obliuion: But in this extant moment, faith and troth, Strain'd purely from all hollow bias drawing: Bids thee with moſt diuine integritie. From heart of very heart, great Hector welcome. I thanke thee moſt imperious Agamemnon. My well-fam'd Lord of Troy, no leſſe to you. Let me confirme my Princely brothers greeting, You brace of warlike Brothers, welcome hither.