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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Who must we answer? The Noble Menelaus. O, you my Lord, by Mars his gauntlet thanks, Mock not, that I affect th' untraded Oath, Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' Glove she's well, but bade me not commend her to you. Name her not now sir, she's a deadly Theme. O pardon, I offend. I have (thou gallant Trojan) seen thee oft Labouring for destiny, make cruel way Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen thee As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian Steed, And seen thee scorning forfeits and subduements, When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' th' air, Not letting it decline, on the declined: That I have said unto my standers by, Lo Iupiter is yonder, dealing life. And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath, When that a ring of Greeks have hemmed thee in, Like an Olympian wrestling. This have I seen, But this thy countenance (still locked in steel) I never saw till now. I knew thy Grandsire, And once fought with him; he was a Soldier good, But by great Mars, the Captain of us all, Never like thee. Let an oldman embrace thee, And (worthy Warrior) welcome to our Tents. 'Tis the old Nestor. Let me embrace thee good old Chronicle, That hast so long walked hand in hand with time: Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. I would my arms could match thee in contention As they contend with thee in courtesy. I would they could. Ha'? by this white beard I'd fight with thee to morrow. Well, welcome, welcome: I have seen the time. I wonder now, how yonder City stands, When we have here her Base and pillar by us. I know your favour Lord Ulysses well. Ah sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, Since first I saw yourself, and Diomedes In Illium, on your Greekish Embassy. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue, My prophecy is but halfe his journey yet; For yonder walls that pertly front your Town, Yond Towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet. I must not believe you: There they stand yet: and modestly I think, The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost A drop of Grecian blood: the end crowns all, And that old common Arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. So to him we leave it. Most gentle, and most valiant Hector, welcome; After the General, I beseech you next To Feast with me, and see me at my Tent. I shall forestall thee Lord Ulysses, thou: Now Hector I have fed mine eyes on thee, I have with exact view perused thee Hector, And quoted joint by joint. Is this Achilles? I am Achilles. Stand fair I prithee, let me look on thee. Behold thy fill. Nay, I have done already.
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Who muſt we anſwer? The Noble Menelaus. O, you my Lord, by Mars his gauntlet thanks, Mocke not, that I affect th' vntraded Oath, Your quondam wife ſweares ſtill by Venus Gloue Shee's well, but bad me not commend her to you. Name her not now ſir, ſhe's a deadly Theame. O pardon, I offend. I haue (thou gallant Troyan) ſeene thee oft Labouring for deſtiny, make cruell way Through rankes of Greekiſh youth: and I haue ſeen thee As hot as Perſeus, ſpurre thy Phrygian Steed, And ſeene thee ſcorning forfeits and ſubduments, When thou haſt hung thy aduanced ſword i' th' ayre, Not letting it decline, on the declined: That I haue ſaid vnto my ſtanders by, Loe Iupiter is yonder, dealing life. And I haue ſeene thee pauſe, and take thy breath, When that a ring of Greekes haue hem'd thee in, Like an Olympian wreſtling. This haue I ſeene, But this thy countenance (ſtill lockt in ſteele) I neuer ſaw till now. I knew thy Grandſire, And once fought with him; he was a Souldier good, But by great Mars, the Captaine of vs all, Neuer like thee. Let an oldman embrace thee, And (worthy Warriour) welcome to our Tents. 'Tis the old Neſtor. Let me embrace thee good old Chronicle, That haſt ſo long walk'd hand in hand with time: Moſt reuerend Neſtor, I am glad to claſpe thee. I would my armes could match thee in contention As they contend with thee in courteſie. I would they could. Ha? by this white beard I'ld fight with thee to morrow. Well, welcom, welcome: I haue ſeen the time. I wonder now, how yonder City ſtands, When we haue heere her Baſe and pillar by vs. I know your fauour Lord Vlyſſes well. Ah ſir, there's many a Greeke and Troyan dead, Since firſt I ſaw your ſelfe, and Diomed In Illion, on your Greekiſh Embaſſie. Sir, I foretold you then what would enſue, My propheſie is but halfe his iourney yet; For yonder wals that pertly front your Towne, Yond Towers, whoſe wanton tops do buſſe the clouds, Muſt kiſſe their owne feet. I muſt not beleeue you: There they ſtand yet: and modeſtly I thinke, The fall of euery Phrygian ſtone will coſt A drop of Grecian blood: the end crownes all, And that old common Arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. So to him we leaue it. Moſt gentle, and moſt valiant Hector, welcome; After the Generall, I beſeech you next To Feaſt with me, and ſee me at my Tent. I ſhall foreſtall thee Lord Vlyſſes, thou: Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee, I haue with exact view perus'd thee Hector, And quoted ioynt by ioynt. Is this Achilles? I am Achilles. Stand faire I prythee, let me looke on thee. Behold thy fill. Nay, I haue done already.