The Brazen Age (The Age of Brass) · chunk 24 of 40
Heywood, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1611 [1610-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
A strong guard I will select, and in the dead of night, When they are sunk in Lethe, set upon them, And kill them in their beds. I'll second you, And lave my stained hands in their reeking bloods That practise your dishonour. Iason then dies, When he most hopes for this rich Colchian prize. But ere the least of all these ills betide, This Colchian strand shall with thy blood be died. For Iason and his Argonauts I stand, And will protect them with my art and hand. Madam Medea Leave circumstance, away, Hoist up your sails, death and destruction Attends you on the shore. You'll follow Madam. Instantly: Blow gentle gales, assist them winds and tide, That I may Greece see, & live Iasons bride. How now sister, so solitary? Oh happy met, though it be late Absyrtus, You must along with me. Whither pray? I'll tell you as we walk. This lad between me and all harm shall stand; And if the King pursue us with his Fleet, His mangled limbs shall (scattered in the way) Work our escape, and the king's speed delay. Come brother. anywhere with you sister. Let none to whom true Art is not denied, Our monstrous Bulls, and magic Snakes deride. Some think this rich Fleece was a golden Book, The leaves of parchment, or the skins of Rams, Which did include the Art of making gold By Chemic skill, and therefore rightly stilled, The Golden Fleece, which to attain and compass, Includes as many travels, mysteries, Changes and Chemic bodies, fires and monsters, As ever Iason could in Colchos meet. The sages, and the wise, to keep their Art From being vulgar: yet to have them tasted With appetite and longing, give those glosses, And flourishes to shadow what they write, Which might (at once) breed wonder and delight. So did th' Egyptians in the Arts best tried, In hieroglyphics all their Science hide. But to proceed, the Argonauts are fled, Whom the enraged Oetes doth pursue, And being in sight, Medea takes the head Of young Absyrtus, whom (unkind) she slew, And all his other limbs straws in the way Of the old father, his pursuit to stay. In memory of this inhuman deed, These Islands where his slaughtered limbs lie spread, Were called Absyrtides: But we proceed With King Laomedon, 'gainst whom are led The Argonauts, Troy by Alcides razed, Asks the next place, and must in rank be placed. The Argonauts returned? They are my Lord: And landed? Landed. Where? At Tenedos. Could not those Colchian monsters in their bowels Bury the Greeks, but must they all survive To threat us with invasion. Speak Anchises, March they towards Troy? In conduct of the mighty Hercules, Wasting with sword and fire where ere they march: Scamander fields they have strewed with carcases, And Simois streams already purpled are With blood of Trojans. Let us give them battle.
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A strong guard I will select, and in the dead of night, When they are sunke in Leth, set vpon them, And kill them in their beds. Il'e second you, And laue my stain'd hands in their reeking blouds That practise your dishonour. Iason then dyes, When he most hopes for this rich Colchian prize. But ere the least of all these ils betide, This Colchian strond shall with thy bloud be dy'd. For Iason and his Argonauts I stand, And will protect them with my art and hand. Madam Medea Leaue circumstance, away, Hoyse vp your sailes, death and destruction Attends you on the shoare. You'l follow Madam. Instantly: Blow gentle gales, assist them winds and tide, That I may Greece see, & liue Iasons bride. How now ister, so solitary? Oh happy met, though it be late Absyrtus, You must along with me. Whither pray? Il'e tell you as we walke. This lad betweene me and all harme shall stand; And if the King pursue vs with his Fleet, His mangled limbes shall (scattered in the way) Worke our escape, and the Kings speed delay. Come brother. Any where with you sister. Let none to whom true Art is not deny'd, Our monstrous Buls, and magicke Snakes deride. Some thinke this rich Fleece was a golden Booke, The leaues of parchment, or the skins of Rammes, Which did incl the Art of making gold By Chimike skill, and therfore rightly stild, The Golden Fleece, which to attaine and compasse, Includes as many trauels, mysteries, Changes and Chymicke bodes, fires and monsters, As euer Iason could in Colchos meet. The sages, and the wise, to keepe their Art From being vulgar: yet to haue them tasted With appetite and longing, giue those glosses, And flourishes to shadow what they write, Which might (at once) breed wonder and delight. So did th' Aegyptians in the Arts best try'd, In Hierogliphickes all their Science hide. But to proceed, the Argonauts are fled, Whom the inrag'd Oetes doth pursue, And being in sight, Mdea takes the head Of yong Absyrtus, whom (vnkinde) she slue, And all his other limbes strawes in the way Of the old father, his pursute to stay. In memory of this inhumane deed, These Islands where his ughtered limbes lye spred, Were cal'd Absyrtides: But we proceed With King Laomedon, 'gainst whom are led The Argonauts, Troy by Alcides rac'd, Askes the next place, and must in ranke be plac'd. The Argonauts return'd? They are my Lord: And landed? Landed. Where? At Tenedos. Could not those Colchian monsters in their bowels Bury the Greekes, but must they all suruiue To threat vs with inuasion. Speake Anchises, March they towards Troy? In conduct of the mighty Hercules, Wasting with sword and fire where ere they march: Scamander fields they haue strew'd with carkasses, And Simois streames already purpled are With bloud of Troians. Let vs giue them battell.