Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Fie (prating coxcomb) what a senseless fool A stupid wretch, and suffering Ass am I To interchange the air, and empty voice With such a sheepshead, a poor Ithacan? (Ajax) Your Giant brags lack policy, Strength wanting wisdom, argues ecstasy. Give us our lance and helmet, I consume Till I have turned this coward into fume: Fetch some offensive swords, and scimitars, javelins and Curtle-axe, I will crush this Ape, And as a trophy wear his captive skin; (The doubtful terror of my certain spoil Which may affright, and make our foes recoil.) What high renown or fame is to be had By fighting with a Soldier who is mad? O my forgotten fury swell apace, And spit forth lightning in the coward's face, Who hath no title to his bold pretence, But a most a poor untutored eloquence. Ajax— Be silent, Agamemnon speaks, Hang taming fetters on your lofty frowns, Compel thy wrath which is predominant, Force wild affections (Ajax:) I profess. Aiax you are too violent; leave rage, And by appointment of my poor advice, You (in this great assembly) shall recount Your noble acts; which if they do amount Beyond Ulysses' memorable deeds, The armour of Achilles then succeeds To thee alone, made happy through desert, Else to Ulysses shall the arms revert. Then let me challenge some prerogative From this forgotten place: laugh Iupiter, And blame the stupid brains of this rude throng, Which with unthankful eyes can here behold The ships, the sands, the tattered sails and shore, (All rescued vassals of my venturous arm) Yet make us dead, and vain Ulysses' warm; Warm with the bounty which the frozen snake Will but abuse (my Lords) and you mistake. What man was he took danger by the jaws? Gave an assault of battery to the ribs Of rampant Horror? hewed a passage out From spoil and ruin, to reap victory? Wrestled, and rescued Navies from the fire? And did (for safety) singe his beard with flames? Gave to triumphant Hector the repulse? Quenched a combustion equal in extremes To burning Phaëton, and the torrid Zone? What man was he? No talking verbalist; But I, e'en Ajax, with but half a fist: Where was my smooth-tongued adversary then? What hope had weak Ulysses to supply A captains part with Schoolboys eloquence? No (poor Ulysses) if thou apprehendest My unresisted victories aright; If you conceive your disabilities, Your inclinations natural, and raw, Your lame, and halting courage in exploit; Remembering sir with whom you do contend, With me, with Ajax, whom no fears offend, Then magnify yourself, and think it praise, Above thy merits, to confess, by drum, By harp and sackbut, that (though overcome) Thou didst yet strive with Ajax, and renounce Each other title, which may well denounce Thee indiscreet, and thy assumption proud; Help me (dear Wisdom) to refrain, for I Shall be transported into agony By virtue of a sight so ominous, So full of brazen impudence and fear, As that proud linguist, my competitor. Advance, advance, your melancholy brow, Bend your attentive politicians ear
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Fie (prating coxcombe) what a senslesse foole A stupid wretch, and suffring Asse am I To enter-change the aire, and empty voice With such a sheeps-head, a poore Ithacan? (Aiax) Your Giant bragges lacke pollicy, Strength wanting wisedome, argues extasie. Giue vs our launce and hemet, I consume Till I haue turn'd this coward into fume: Fetch some offensiue swords, and scimitars, Iauelings and Curtaxe, I will crush this Ape, And as a trophey weare his captiue skinne; (The doubtfull terror of my certaine spoile Which may affright, and make our foes recoile.) What high renowne or fame is to be had By fighting with a Souldier who is mad? O my forgotten fury swell apace, And spit forth lightning in the cowards face, Who hath no title to his bold pretence, But a most a poore vn-tutor'd eloquence. Aiax— Be silent, Agamemnon speakes, Hang taming fetters on your lofty frownes, Compell thy wrath which is praedominant, Force wilde affections (Aiax:) I professe. Arax are too violent; leaue rage, And by appointment of my poore aduice, You (in this great assembly) shall recount Your noble acts; which if they do amount Beyond Vlysses memorable deeds, The armour of Achilles then succeeds To thee alone, made happy through desert, Else to Vlysses shall the armes reuert. Then let me challenge some prerogatiue From this forgotten place: laugh Iupiter, And blame the stupid braines of this rude throng, Which with vnthankfull eies can here behold The ships, the sands, the tattred sailes and shore, (All rescu'd vassailes of my ventrous arme) Yet make vs dead, and vaine Vlysses warme; Warme with the bounty which the frozen snake Will but abuse (my Lords) and you mistake. What man was hee tooke danger by the iawes? Gaue an assault of battry to the ribs Of rampant Horror? hew'd a passage out From spoile and ruine, to reape victory? Wrestled, and rescu'd Nauies from the fire? And did (for safety) senge his beard with flames? Gaue to triumphant Hector the repulse? Quench'd a combustion aequall in extreames To burning Phaëton, and the torrid Zone? What man was hee? No talking verbalist; But I, eeu'n Aiax, with but halfe a fist: Where was my smooth-tongu'd aduersary then? What hope had weake Vlysses to supply A Captaines part with schoole-boyes eloquence? No (poore Vlysses) if thou apprehend'st My vn-resisted victories aright; If you conceiue your disabilities, Your inclinations naturall, and raw, Your lame, and halting courage in exploit; Remembring sir with whom you do contend, With mee, with Aiax, whom no feares offend, Then magnifie your selfe, and thinke it praise, Aboue thy merits, to confesse, by drum, By harpe and sacke-but, that (though ouer-come) Thou didst yet striue with Aiax, and renounce Each other title, which may well denounce Thee indiscreet, and thy assumption proud; Helpe mee (deere Wisedome) to refraine, for I Shall be transported into agony By vertue of a sight so omenous, So full of brazen impudence and feare, As that proud linguist, my competitor. Aduance, aduance, your melancholy brow, Bend your attentiue polititians eare