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 0.85 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus Horse; Present the fair Steed to my Lady Cressida: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan. And am her Knight by proof. I go my Lord. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamus Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner. And stands Calossus-wise waving his beam, Upon the pashed courses of the Kings: Epistropus and Cedus, Polixines is slain; Amphimacus, and Thou deadly hurt; Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes Sore hurt and bruised; the dreadful Sagittary Appauls' our numbers, haste we Diomedes To re-enforcement, or we perish all. Coe bear Patroclus body to Achilles, And bid the snaile-paced Aiax arm for shame; There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathe his Horse, And there lacks work: anon he's there a foot, And there they fly or dye, like scaled skulls, Before the belching Whale; then is he yonder, And there the straying Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him, like the mower's swath; Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes; Dexterity so obeying appetite, That what he will, he does, and does so much, That proof is called impossibility. Oh, courage, courage Princes: great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus wounds have roused his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hacked and chipped, come to him; Crying on Hector. Aiax hath lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is armed, and at it: Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to day. Mad and fantastic execution; Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care, As if that luck in very spite of cunning, bade him win all. Troilus, thou coward Troilus. I, there, there. So, so, we draw together. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face: Know what it is to meet Achilles' angry. Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head. Troilus, I say, where's Troilus? What wouldst thou? I would correct him. Were I the General, Thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction: Troilus I say, what Troilus? Oh traitor Diomedes! Turn thy false face thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse. Ha', art thou there? I'll fight with him alone, stand Diomed. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Come both you cogging Greekes, have at you both. Yea Troilus? O well fought my youngest Brother. Now do I see thee; have at thee Hector. Pause if thou wilt. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan; Be happy that my arms are out of use: My rest and negligence befriends thee now, But thou anon shalt hear of me again: Till when, go seek thy fortune.
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Goe, goe, my ſeruant, take thou Troylus Horſe; Preſent the faire Steede to my Lady Creſſid: Fellow, commend my ſeruice to her beauty; Tell her, I haue chaſtiſ'd the amorous Troyan. And am her Knight by proofe. I goe my Lord. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamus Hath beate downe Menon: baſtard Margarelon Hath Doreus priſoner. And ſtands Caloſſus-wiſe wauing his beame, Vpon the paſhed courſes of the Kings: Epiſtropus and Cedus, Polixines is ſlaine; Amphimacus, and Thous deadly hurt; Patroclus tane or ſlaine, and Palamedes Sore hurt and bruiſed; the dreadfull Sagittary Appauls our numbers, haſte we Diomed To re-enforcement, or we periſh all. Coe beare Patroclus body to Achilles, And bid the ſnaile-pac'd Aiax arme for ſhame; There is a thouſand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathe his Horſe, And there lacks worke: ano he's there a foote, And there they flye or dye, like ſcaled ſculs, Before the belching Whale; then is he yonder, And there the ſtraying Greekes, ripe for his edge, Fall downe before him, like the mowers ſwath; Here, there, and euery where, he leaues and takes; Dexteritie ſo obaying appetite, That what he will, he does, and does ſo much, That proofe is call'd impoſſibility. Oh, courage, courage Princes: great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curſing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus wounds haue rouz'd his drowzie bloud, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That noſeleſſe, handleſſe, hackt and chipt, come to him; Crying on Hector. Aiax hath loſt a friend, And foames at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it: Roaring for Troylus; who hath done to day. Mad and fantaſticke execution; Engaging and redeeming of himſelfe, With ſuch a careleſſe force, and forceleſſe care, As if that luck in very ſpight of cunning, bad him win all. Troylus, thou coward Troylus. I, there, there. So, ſo, we draw together. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, ſhew thy face: Know what it is to meete Achilles angry. Hector, wher's Hector? I will none but Hector. Troylus, thou coward Troylus, ſhew thy head. Troylus, I ſay, wher's Troylus? What would'ſt thou? I would correct him. Were I the Generall, Thou ſhould'ſt haue my office, Ere that correction: Troylus I ſay, what Troylus? Oh traitour Diomed! Turne thy falſe face thou traytor, And pay thy life thou oweſt me for my horſe. Ha, art thou there? Ile fight with him alone, ſtand Diomed. He is my prize, I will not looke vpon. Come both you coging Greekes, haue at you both. Yea Troylus? O well fought my yongeſt Brother. Now doe I ſee thee; haue at thee Hector. Pauſe if thou wilt. I doe diſdaine thy curteſie, proud Troian; Be happy that my armes are out of vſe: My reſt and negligence befriends thee now, But thou anon ſhalt heare of me againe: Till when, goe ſeeke thy fortune.