Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cynthia's Revenge, or Maenander's Ecstasy · chunk 62 of 67

Stephens, John · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals)
tragedy
T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.82 · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.

To that which heaven and I will assecure, You have been taught to dance, and turn the heel, To run away betimes, and to forsake Thy friend, nay soul, upon extremity. Nestor, Tydides, both can well aver, You lack the rules of doctrine militant; All rescue is accounted heresy: Which rule (if pity and compassion both Were not my maxims friend) had cost your life. I saw death's Sergeant ready to arrest Thy pensive soul, when tumbling down to earth, I threw my target on thy pallid hearse, drove back thy foes, and did thy soul reverse. Will you (sir) walk unto the place again? Go feign some foes approach, put fear enough, And wounds on, for a shift, shrink up again, And like the Tortoise undercreep your shell; So sir contend I pray, and stammer well: Be wise (you mighty Captains) and collect How Hector did the Trojan troops renew, Amazing vanguards with-a multitude Of heathen Gods giving a bloody cause Of quick despair to my Antagonist; Nay to the valiant and provincial Dukes: This dreadful man, this Hector (tossing souls Like Gnats and Ant-eggs down to Erebus) I beat him groveling, laid his limbs asleep; And like a mountain from the firmament, Down fell great Hector from his Elephant: Let then a wreath of Oak impale my head, And let Ulysses share with Diomed. Mars be my equal judge! what simple man (Except in league with sottish ignorance) Would (upon forfeit of his patrimony, And stock of wisdom to debility) Admit Ulysses my competitor To strive in jest with Ajax? if desert Shall in the upshot be predominant, Look on our outsides, on our helmets look; View each man's Beaver, Breastplate, Sword and Lance, Look on our outsides hoe! consider well And pause upon each target; give me leave, To show the tokens of a soldiers claim, And to uncase a coward's infamy. Mark but the difference betwixt our shields: Mine (a true target) hath sustained whole groves Of artificial timber, topped with steel, I stood like Mars among my Trojan foes, When all forsook me but my faithful targe, It still continued, and did nobly keep, My limbs exposed to danger of the field; A Crocodile I think may covert sleep Within the large wounds of my open shield: Cast (I beseech) now half a purblind look Upon that thievish varlet; and his shield, Observe how smooth and fair his nightcaps be, His helmets (Lords) I mean, observe his shield, His Beaver trimmed twice twenty times a day; His gauntlets, gorgets, and his gilded Arms, All of a sweet complexion, sanguine sap, As to encounter some fine lady's lap: Meaning to be a Champion of the smocks, A gallant spruce young warrior indeed, War shall press wives; for Soldiers do not bleed. Account my phrase no ambiguity, Ulysses' sloth my words will verify: I laugh most freely to imagine how Effeminate Ulysses will support The massy fabric of Achilles arms, If my deservings shall be robbed and lose That which I honour, and affection woos.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayCynthia's Revenge, or Maenander's Ecstasy
AuthorStephens, John
Publication year (edition)1613
First performance / composition (Annals)1613
First performance (BritDrama)1613
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 720 · TCP A12954 · DEEP 598
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 4550–4620 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 62 of 67 in this edition
Length508 words · 715 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermath cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.822 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
To that which heauen and I will asseucre, You haue been taught to dance, and turne the heele, To runne away betimes, and to forsake Thy friend, nay soule, vpon extremity. Nestor, Tydides, both can well auerre, You lacke the rules of doctrine militant; All rescue is accounted heresie: Which rule (if pitty and compassion both Were not my maximes friend) had cost your life. I saw death's Sergeant ready to arrest Thy pensiue soule, when tumbling downe to earth, I threw my target on thy pallid hearse, Draue backe thy foes, and did thy soule reuerse. Will you (sir) walke vnto the place againe? Goe faigne some foes approach, put feare enough, And wounds on, for a shift, shrinke vp againe, And like the Tortorse vnder-creepe your shell; So sir contend I pray, and stammer well: Be wise (you mighty Captaines) and collect How Hector did the Troian troopes renew, Amazing vaunt-guards with-a multitude Of heathen Gods giuing a bloody cause Of quicke despaire to my Antagonist; Nay to the valiant and prouinciall Dukes: This dreadfull man, this Hector (tossing soules Like Gnats and Ants-egges downe to Erebus) I beate him groueling, laid his limbs asleepe; And like a mountaine from the firmament, Downe fell great Hector from his Elephant: Let then a wreath of Oke empale my head, And let Vlysses share with Diomed. Mars be my aequall iudge! what simple man (Except in league with sottish ignorance) Would (vpon forfeit of his patrimony, And stocke of wisedome to debility) Admit Vlysses my competitor To striue in iest with Aiax? if desert Shall in the vp-shot be praedominant, Looke on our out-sides, on our helmets looke; View each mans Beuer, Breast-plate, Sword and Launce, Looke on our out-sides hoe! consider well And pawse vpon each target; giue me leaue, To shew the tokens of a Souldiers claime, And to vncase a cowards infamy. Marke but the difference betwixt our shields: Mine (a true target) hath sustain'd whole groues Of artificiall timber, topt with steele, I stood like Mars among my Troian foes, When all forsooke me but my faithfull targe, It still continued, and did nobly keepe, My limbs expos'd to danger of the field; A Crocodile I thinke may couert sleepe Within the large wounds of my open shield: Cast (I beseech) now halfe a pur-blinde looke Vpon that theeuish varlet; and his shield, Obserue how smooth and faire his night-caps be, His helmets (Lords) I meane, obserue his shield, His Beuer trim'd twise twenty times a day; His gauntlets, gorgets, and his gilded Armes, All of a sweet complexion, sanguine sappe, As to incounter some fine Ladies lappe: Meaning to be a Champion of the smockes, A gallant spruce young warriour indeed, Warre shall presse wiues; for Souldiers do not bleed. Account my phrase no ambiguity, Vlysses sloth my words will verifie: I laugh most freely to imagine how Effoeminate Vlysses will support The massy fabricke of Achiles armes, If my deseruings shall be rob'd and loose That which I honour, and affection wooes.