Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Think who protended to defile the Queen, And did (above pretence) affirm the death Of mad Maenander, the deluded King, And vow Lucilla's death: observe young sir The suitable description to the end; And tell us if it be significant: Or if the language be too blunt; observe; Tell your opinion of the congruence, And spew a whetstone up ere I proceed: Think if I use (sir) an affected style, Think also of the strange absurdities, Think who's the subject of my railing theme, And when thou dost consider heavily It is thy wicked self whereof I speak And all uprightly spoken; you'll perceive You want much leisure (friend) to punish me For mischiefs nearer hand do threaten thee: Except thou dost despair and hang thyself. Impudent devil, didst not hear the voice Of threatening tortures; like so many toads, Night-ravens, or screech owls which together sing Thy death's decree, as a sad funeral dirge? Repent, repent (slave) and consider well, Who is now sailing to the gates of hell. (Servants) come apprehend this Eunuch; hoe, Reserve him till the rigor of my doom Demands sharp execution; tie the wretch With loading manacles, and crucify This false condemned railer fifty times, Till with excess of pain the Traitor dies. I cannot now withstand hostility, But follow death with such alacrity As one resolved upon religious war, Such deaths do purchase a triumphal car. Unfold your Ensigns, beat your silent Drums, Exchange (I say) their sable cognisance, Adding a limitation to the fears Of this great captains death: exhausted tears May mitigate compunction, not despair A loss unmatched well worthy of repair. Weeping should show our zeal, not once repine At Providence above, which is Divine. But (Agamemnon) now the funeral rites Be finished; new horror, new despites Speak with a bloody accent: Ajax roars, And like a tempest, or the giants race, Which lay encamped against the Godlike face Of great Olimpus, doth he bellow forth Bombast exclaims, and calls upon desert; Give me (saith he) that armour which is due, And (as a trophy of eternal fame) May stout Achilles, that most valiant man, Survive in me: O thou unthankful Greece, (Helmets and lances be my Orators) Thou art indebted to my brave designs Past restitution; let some Soldier speak, And call thee bankrupt; for I am abused: Will you admit a rival then saith he In my magnanimous aims to conquer me? Will you admit Ulysses? They approach. Shall every coward be competitor With Princes of such potent fortitude, Such high descent, such saintish pedigree As Greece can tell I Ajax do enjoy? For Ioue and all the Gods acknowledge me, My arm hath whole share in the dust of Troy. True (Ajax) true, take double share in dust, But for Achilles now contend we must. Contend with me? (thou creeping snail) with me? Whom wrathful Hector on his Elephant, Mounted like Neptune on the cursed waves, Loath to encounter, did forsake the field; Through his fair absence did the Trojans yield. But (Ajax) wise men know self-arrogance Is still instructed sir to amplify.
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Thinke who protended to defile the Queene, And did (aboue pretence) affirme the death Of mad Maenander, the deluded King, And vow Lucilla's death: obserue yong sir The sutable description to the end; And tell vs if it bee significant: Or if the language be too blunt; obserue; Tell your opinion of the congruence, And spew a whetstone vp er'e I proceed: Thinke if I vse (sir) an affected stile, Thinke also of the strange absurdities, Thinke who's the subiect of my railing theame, And when thou dost consider heauily It is thy wicked selfe whereof I speake And all vprightly spoken; you'le perceiue You want much leasure (friend) to punish mee For mischiefes neerer hand-doe threaten thee: Except thou dost despaire and hang thy selfe. Impudent diuell, didst not heare the voice Of threatning tortures; like so many toads, Night-rauens, or scritch owles which together sing Thy deaths decree, as a funerall dirge? Repent, repent (slaue) and consider well, Who is now sailing to the gates of hell. (Seruants) come apprehend this Eunuch; hoe, Reserue him till the rigor of my doome Demands sharpe execution; tie the wretch With loading manacles, and crucifie This false condemned railer fifty times, Till with excesse of paine the Traitor dies. I cannot now with-stand hostility, But follow death with such alacrity As one resolu'd vpon religious warre, Such deaths doe purchase a triumphal carre. Vnfold your Ensignes, beate your silent Drums, Exchange (I say) their sable cognisance, Adding a limitation to the feares Of this great Captaines death: exhaustad teares May mttigate compunction, not despaire A losse vnmatch'd well worthy of repaire. Weeping should shew our zeale, not once repine At Prouidence aboue, which is Diuine. But (Agamemnon) now the funerall rites Be finished; new horror, new despights Speake with a bloody accent: Aiax roares, And like a tempest, or the Gyants race, Which lay encamp'd against the God-like face Of great Olimpus, doth hee bellow forth Bumbast exclaimes, and eals vpon desert; Giue me (saith hee) that armour which is due, And (as a trophey of eternall fame) May stout Achilles, that most valiant man, Suruiue in mee: O thou vn-thankfull Greece, (Helmets and launces bee my Orators) Thou art indebted to my braue designes Past restitution; let some Souldier speake, And call thee Bankrout; for I am abus'd: Will you admit a rivall then saith hee In my magnanimous aimes to conquer mee? Will you admit Vlysses? They approach. Shall eu'ry coward be competitor With Princes of such potent fortitude, Such high descent, such saintish pedigree As Greece can tell I Aiax doe enioy? For Ioue and all the Gods acknowledge mee, My arme hath whole share in the dust of Troy. True (Aiax) true, take double share in dust, But for Achilles now contend we must. Contend with me? (thou creeping snaile) with me? Whom wrathfull Hector on his Elephant, Mounted like Neptune on the cursed waues, Loath to incounter, did forsake the field; Through his faire absence did the Troians yeeld. But (Aiax) wise men know selfe-arrogance Is still instructed sir to amplifie.