Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Differ not men from Oxen? Who says so? But see wherein; In the understanding rules Of their opinions, lives, and actions; In their communities of faith and reason. Was not the Wolf that nourished Romulus More human than the men that did expose him? That makes against you. Not sir, if you note That by that deed, the actions difference make Twixt men and beasts, and not their names nor forms. Had faith, nor shame, all hospitable rights been broke by Troy, Greece had not made that slaughter. Had that been saved (says a Philosopher) The Iliads and Odysses had been lost, Had Faith and true Religion been preferred, Religious Guise had never massacred, Well sir, I cannot when I meet with you But thus digress a little, for my learning, From any other business I intend. But now the voyage, we resolved for Cambray, I told the Guise begins; and we must haste. And till the Lord Renel hath found some mean (Conspiring with the Countess) to make sure Your sworn wreak on her Husband (though this failed) In my so brave Command, we'll spend the time, Sometimes in training out in Skirmishes, And Battles, all our Troops and Companies; And sometimes breath your brave Scotch running horse, That great Guise gave you, that all th'horse in France Far overruns at every race and hunting Both of the Hare and deer. You shall be honoured Like the great Guise himself, above the King. And (can you but appease your great-spleened Sister, For our delayed wreak of your Brother's slaughter) At all parts you'll be welcomed to your wonder. I'll see my Lord the Guise again before we take our journey. O sir, by all means, You cannot be too careful of his love, That ever takes occasion to be raising Your virtues, past the reaches of this age, And ranks you with the best of th'ancient Romans. That praise at no part moves me, but the worth Of all he can give others sphered in him. He yet is thought to entertain strange aims. He may be well; yet not as you think strange, His strange Aims are to cross the common Custom Of Servile Nobles; in which he's so ravished, That quite the Earth he leaves, and up he leaps, On Atlas' shoulders, and from thence looks down, Viewing how far off other high ones creep: Rich, poor of reason, wander; All pale looking, And trembling but to think of their sure deaths, Their lives so base are, and so rank their breaths. Which I teach Guise to heighten, and make sweet With life's dear odours, a good mind and name; For which, he only loves me, and deserves My love and life, which through all deaths I vow: Resolving this, (whatever change can be) Thou hast created, thou hast ruined me.
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Differ not men from Oxen? Who sayes so? But see wherein; In the vnderstanding rules Of their opinions, liues, and actions; In their communities of faith and reason. Was not the Wolfe that nourisht Romulus More humane then the men that did expose him? That makes against you. Not sir, if you note That by that deede, the actions difference make Twixt men and beasts, and not their names nor formes. Had faith, nor shame, all hospitable rights Bene broke by Troy, Greece had not made that slaughter. Had that beene sau'd (sayes a Philosopher) The Iliads and Odysses had beene lost, Had Faith and true Religion beene prefer'd, Religious Guise had neuer massacerd, Well sir, I cannot when I meete with you But thus digresse a little, for my learning, From any other businesse I entend. But now the voyage, we resolu'd for Cambray, I told the Guise beginnes; and wee must haste. And till the Lord Renel hath found some meane (Conspiring with the Countesse) to make sure Your sworne wreake on her Husband (though this fail'd) In my so braue Command, wee'll spend the time, Sometimes in training out in Skirmishes, And Battailes, all our Troopes and Companies; And sometimes breathe your braue Scotch running horse, That great Guise gaue you, that all th'horse in France Farre ouer-runnes at euery race and hunting Both of the Hare and Deere. You shall be honor'd Like the great Guise himselfe, aboue the King. And (can you but appease your great-spleen'd Sister, For our delaid wreake of your Brothers slaughter) At all parts you'll be welcom'd to your wonder. Ile see my Lord the Guise againe before Wee take our iourney. O sir, by all meanes, You cannot be too carefull of his loue, That euer takes occasion to be raising Your virtues, past the reaches of this age, And rankes you with the best of th'ancient Romanes. That praise at no part moues mee, but the worth Of all hee can giue others spher'd in him. Hee yet is thought to entertaine strange aymes. He may be well; yet not as you thinke strange, His strange Aymes are to crosse the common Custome Of Seruile Nobles; in which hee's so rauisht, That quite the Earth he leaues, and vp hee leapes, On Atlas shoulders, and from thence lookes downe, Viewing how farre off other high ones creepe: Rich, poore of reason, wander; All pale looking, And trembling but to thinke of their sure deaths, Their liues so base are, and so rancke their breaths. Which I teach Guise to heighten, and make sweet With lifes deare odors, a good minde and name; For which, hee onely loues me, and deserues My loue and life, which through all deaths I vow: Resoluing this, (what euer change can be) Thou hast created, thou hast ruinde mee.