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 0.82 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
I Greeke: and that shall be divulged well In Characters, as red as Mars his heart Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy With so eternal, and so fixed a soul. Hark Greek: as much I do Cressida love; So much by weight, hate I her Diomedes, That Sleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his Helm: Were it a Cask composed by Vulcan's skill, My Sword should bite it: Not the dreadful spout, Which Shipmen do the Hurricane call, Constringed in mass by the almighty Fen, Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear In his descent; then shall my prompted sword, Falling on Diomed. he'll tickle it for his concupie. O Cressida! O false Cressida! false, false, false: Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious. O contain yourself: Your passion draws ears hither. I have been seeking you this hour my Lord: Hector by this is arming him in Troy. Aiax your Guard, stays to conduct you home. Have with you Prince: my courteous Lord adieu: Farewell revolted fair: and Diomedes, Stand fast, and wear a Castle on thy head. I'll bring you to the Gates. Accept distracted thankes. Would I could meet that rogue Diomedes, I would croak like a Raven: I would bode, I would bode: Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the Parrot will not do more for an Almond, than he for a commodious drab: Lechery, lechery, still wars and lechery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them. When was my Lord so much ungently tempered, To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to day. You train me to offend you: get you gone. By the everlasting gods, I'll go. My dreams will sure prove ominous to the day. No more I say. Where is my brother Hector? Here sister, armed, and bloody in intent: Consort with me in loud and dear petition: Pursue we him on knees: for I have dreamt Of bloody turbulence; and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes, and forms of slaughter. O, 'tis true. Ho? bid my Trumpet sound. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. Begun I say: the gods have heard me swear. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorred Than spotted Livers in the sacrifice. O be persuaded, do not count it holy, To hurt by being just; it is as lawful: For we would count give much to as violent thefts, And rob in the behalf of charity. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold: Vnatme sweet Hector. Hold you still I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: Life every man holds dear, but the dear man Holds honour far more precious, dear, than life. How now young man? meanest thou to fight to day?
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I Greeke: and that ſhall be divulged well In Characters, as red as Mars his heart Inflam'd with Ʋenus: neuer did yong man fancy With ſo eternall, and ſo fixt a ſoule. Harke Greek: as much I doe Creſſida loue; So much by weight, hate I her Diomed, That Sleeue is mine, that heele beare in his Helme: Were it a Caske compos'd by Vulcans skill, My Sword ſhould bite it: Not the dreadfull ſpout, Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano call, Conſtring'd in maſſe by the almighty Fenne, Shall dizzie with more clamour Neptunes eare In his diſcent; then ſhall my prompted ſword, Falling on Diomed. Heele tickle it for his concupie. O Creſſid! O falſe Creſſid! falſe, falſe, falſe: Let all vntruths ſtand by thy ſtained name, And theyle ſeeme glorious. O containe your ſelfe: Your paſſion drawes eares hither. I haue beene ſeeking you this houre my Lord: Hector by this is arming him in Troy. Aiax your Guard, ſtaies to conduct you home. Haue with you Prince: my curteous Lord adew: Farewell reuolted faire: and Diomed, Stand faſt, and weare a Caſtle on thy head. Ile bring you to the Gates. Accept diſtracted thankes. Would I could meete that roague Diomed, I would croke like a Rauen: I would bode, I would bode: Patroclus will giue me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the Parrot will not doe more for an Almond, then he for a commodious drab: Lechery, lechery, ſtill warres and lechery, nothing elſe holds faſhion. A burning diuell take them. When was my Lord ſo much vngently temper'd, To ſtop his eares againſt admoniſhment? Vnarme, vnarme, and doe not fight to day. You traine me to offend you: get you gone. By the euerlaſting gods, Ile goe. My dreames will ſure proue ominous to the day. No more I ſay. Where is my brother Hector? Here ſiſter, arm'd, and bloudy in intent: Conſort with me in loud and deere petition: Purſue we him on knees: for I haue dreampt Of bloudy turbulence; and this whole night Hath nothing beene but ſhapes, and formes of ſlaughter. O, 'tis true. Ho? bid my Trumpet ſound. No notes of ſallie, for the heauens, ſweet brother. Begon I ſay: the gods haue heard me ſweare. The gods are deafe to hot and peeuiſh vowes; They are polluted offrings, more abhord Then ſpotted Liuers in the ſacrifice. O be perſwaded, doe not count it holy, To hurt by being iuſt; it is as lawfull: For we would count giue much to as violent thefts, And rob in the behalfe of charitie. It is the purpoſe that makes ſtrong the vowe; But vowes to euery purpoſe muſt not hold: Vnatme ſweete Hector. Hold you ſtill I ſay; Mine honour keepes the weather of my fate: Life euery man holds deere, but the deere man Holds honor farre more precious, deere, then life. How now yong man? mean'ſt thou to fight to day?