Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 18 of 28
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.82 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
estate, and last renown, By being stoutly overcome, and hardly pulled down. Years five & five did Troy resist, that yet hereafter must, In one night's space by destiny be laid in the dust. Their feigned gifts well have we tri● that huge and fatal gin: We light of credit with our own right hand have haled in, That fatal gift of Greeks: what time at entry of the gap The hugy horse did shivering stand, where in themselves did wrap The captains close, in hollow vaults with bloody war yfreight. When lawfully we might have tried, and searched their deceit: So by their own contryned snares the grekes had been confound: The braseen bucklers being shook did gy●e a clattering sound. A privy whispering often times came tickling in our ear. And Pyrrhus (in a murrain's name so ready for to heat. The crafty council picked out of false Ulysses brain,) Did jangle in the hollow vaults, that rang thereof again. But fearing and suspecting nought the heady youth of Troy Laid hands upon the sacred ropes, to hale and pull with joy, On this side young A●styanax came guarded with his train, On tother part Polyxena disponed to be slain Upoon Achilles' tomb, she com● with maids, and he with men, A jolly flock with equal years as young as they were then. Their vowed oblations to the gods in holiday attire, The matrons bring and so to church repaireth every sire. And all the city did alike, yea Hecuba our queen (That since the woeful Hector's death or now was never seen) She merry is: o grief accursed, a● all thy sorrows deep For which that first, or last befell, intendest thou to weep? Our battered walls which heavenly hands erected have and framed? Or else the burning temples which upon their Idols flamed? Lamenting these calamities we have not time and space, O mighty parent Priam we poor Trojans wail thy case. The old man's thrattling throat I saw, (alas) I saw aboard With cruel Pyrrhus' blade, that scant with any blood was gored. Refrain your tears y● down your cheeks should trickle evermore With woeful wailings piteously your private friends deplore My miseries refuse a mate, so much accursed as I: To rue my careful case, refrain your lamentable cry. As for mine own distress to murne, I shall suffice alone. To mingle tears with other tears it doth us good to moon: In those the burning teary streams more ardently do boil, Whom secret thoughts of lurking cares in privy breast turmoil: Though that thou were a gossip stout, that brook much sorrow may I warrant thee, thou mightest well, lament this sore decay. Not sad and solemn Abdon that in the woods doth sing Her sugared ditties finely tuned on sweet and pleasant string: Recording sties woeful hap in divers kind of note, whom Progne though he were her child and of her womb begot,
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estate, and last renoume, By being stoutly ouercome, and hardly pulled downe. Yeares fyue & fyue dyd Troy resiste, that yet hereafter must, In one nyghts space by destenie be layed in the dust. Theyr fained giftes well haue we tri that huge and fatall gin: We lyght of credit with our own ryght hand haue haled in, That fatall gyft of Grekes: what tyme at entrye of the gap The gye hors did shyueringe stand, wher in them selues did wrap The captaynes close, in holow vautes with bloody war yfreight. When lawfully we myght haue tryde, and serched theyr deceight: So by theyr owne contryned snares the grekes had byn confound: The braseen buclers being shoke did gye a clattryng sound. A pryuie whysperyng often tymes came tycklyng in our ear. And Pyrrhus (in a murreynes name so redye for to heate. The craftye councell picked out of false Vlisses brayne,) Did iangle in the holow vautes, that rang therof agayne. But fearyng and suspectyng nought the heddy youth of Troy Layd handes vpon the sacred ropes, to hale and pull with ioye, On this syde young Astyanax came garded with his trayne, On thother part Pollixena disponsed to be slayne Upoon Achilles tombe, she com with maydes, and he with men, A ioly flocke with equall yeares as young as they were then. Theyr vowd oblations to the gods in holyday attyre, The matrons bryng and so to churche repayreth euery syre. And all the cytie did alyke, yea Hecuba our queene (That synce the wofull Hectors death or now was neuer sene) She mery is: o grefe accurst, a all thy sorowes depe For which that fyrst, or last befell, entendest thou to wepe? Our battred walls which heuenly handes erected haue and framd? Or els the burnyng temples which vpon their Idolls flamd? Lamentyng these calamyties we haue not tyme and space, O myghtye parent Priam we poore Troyans wayle thy case. The old mans thratlyng throt I sawe, (alas) I saw yborde With cruell Pirrhus blade, that scante with any blood was gord. ¶Refrayne your teares y• down your chekes should tricle euermore Wyth wofull waylynges piteously your pryuate frendes deplore My myseries refuse a mate, so much accurst as I: To rewe my carefull case, refrayn your lamentable crye. As for myne owne distresse to murne, I shall suffyce alone. ¶To mingle teares wt other teares it doth vs good to mone: In those the burnyng teary streames more ardently do boyle, Whō secret thoughts of lurking ares in pryuy brest urmoyle: Though that thou were a gossop stout, that brooke much sorow may I warraunt the, thou myghtest well, lament this sore decay. Not sad and solemne Adon that in the woodes doth synge Her sugred ditties fynelye tunde on sweete and pleasaunt stryng: Recordyng tys wofull hap in dyuers kynde of note, whom Progne though he were her chyld and of her wombe begot,