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 0.86 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Thou art to brief, I will the second time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb. O like a Book of sport thou'lt read me over: But there's more in me then thou understandest. Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye? Tell me you Heavens, in which part of his body Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there, That I may give the local wound a name, And make distinct the very breach, whereout Hector's great spirit flew. Answer me heavens. It would discredit the blessed Gods, proud man, To answer such a question: Stand again; Thinkest thou to catch my life so pleasantly, As to prenominate in nice conjecture Where thou wilt hit me dead? I tell thee yea. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so, I'd not believe thee: henceforth guard thee well, For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there, But by the forge that stythied Mars his helm, I'll kill thee every where, yea, over and over. You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag, His insolence draws folly from my lips, But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words, Or may I never— Do not chafe thee Cousin: And you Achilles, let these threats alone Till accident, or purpose bring you too't. You may every day enough of Hector. If you have stomach. The general state I fear, Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him. I pray you let us see you in the field, We have had pelting Wars since you refused The Grecians cause. Dost thou entreat me Hector? To morrow do I meet thee fell as death, To night, all Friends. Thy hand upon that match. First, all you Peers of Greece go to my Tent, There in the full convive you: Afterwards, As Hector's leisure, and your bounties shall Concur together, severally entreat him. Beat loud the Tabourins, let the Trumpets blow, That this great Soldier may his welcome know. My Lord Ulysses, tell me I beseech you, In what place of the Field doth Calchas keep? At Menelaus' Tent, most Princely Troilus, There Diomedes doth feast with him to night, Who neither looks on heaven, nor on earth, But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view On the fair Cressida. Shall I (sweet Lord) be bound to thee so much, After we part from Agamemnon's Tent, To bring me thither? You shall command me sir: As gentle tell me, of what Honour was This Cressida in Troy, had she no Lover there That wails her absence? O sir, to such as boasting show their scars, A mock is due: will you walk on my Lord? She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth; But still sweet Love is food for Fortune's tooth. I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to night, Which with my Cemitar I'll cool to morrow: Patroclus, let us Feast him to the height.
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Thou art to breefe, I will the ſecond time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limbe by limbe. O like a Booke of ſport thou'lt reade me ore: But there's more in me then thou vnderſtand'ſt. Why doeſt thou ſo oppreſſe me with thine eye? Tell me you Heauens, in which part of his body Shall I deſtroy him? Whether there, or there, or there, That I may giue the locall wound a name, And make diſtinct the very breach, where-out Hectors great ſpirit flw. Anſwer me heauens. It would diſcredit the bleſt Gods, proud man, To anſwer ſuch a queſtion: Stand againe; Think'ſt thou to catch my life ſo pleaſantly, As to prenominate in nice coniecture Where thou wilt hit me dead? I tell thee yea. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me ſo, I'ld not beleeue thee: henceforth guard thee well, For Ile not kill thee there, nor there, nor there, But by the forge that ſtythied Mars his helme, Ile kill thee euery where, yea, ore and ore. You wiſeſt Grecians, pardon me this bragge, His inſolence drawes folly from my lips, But Ile endeuour deeds to match theſe words, Or may I neuer— Do not chafe thee Coſin: And you Achilles, let theſe threats alone Till accident, or purpoſe bring you too't. You may euery day enough of Hector. If you haue ſtomacke. The generall ſtate I feare, Can ſcarſe intreat you to be odde with him. I pray you let vs ſee you in the field, We haue had pelting Warres ſince you refus'd The Grecians cauſe. Doſt thou intreat me Hector? To morrow do I meete thee fell as death, To night, all Friends. Thy hand vpon that match. Firſt, all you Peeres of Greece go to my Tent, There in the full conuiue you: Afterwards, As Hectors leyſure, and your bounties ſhall Concurre together, ſeuerally intreat him. Beate lowd the Taborins, let the Trumpets blow, That this great Souldier may his welcome know. My Lord Ʋlyſſes, tell me I beſeech you, In what place of the Field doth Calchas keepe? At Menelaus Tent, moſt Princely Troylus, There Diomed doth feaſt with him to night, Who neither lookes on heauen, nor on earth, But giues all gaze and bent of amorous view On the faire Creſſid. Shall I (ſweet Lord) be bound to thee ſo much, After we part from Agamemnons Tent, To bring me thither? You ſhall command me ſir: As gentle tell me, of what Honour was This Creſſida in Troy, had ſhe no Louer there That wailes her abſence? O ſir, to ſuch as boaſting ſhew their ſcarres, A mocke is due: will you walke on my Lord? She was belou'd, ſhe lou'd; ſhe is, and dooth; But ſtill ſweet Loue is food for Fortunes tooth. Ile heat his blood with Greekiſh wine to night, Which with my Cemitar Ile coole to morrow: Patroclus, let vs Feaſt him to the hight.