Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Hold back thy hours old night till we have done, The day will come too soon, Young Maids will curse thee if thou stealest away, And leav'st their losses open to the day, Stay, Stay, and hide the blushes of the Bride. Stay gentle night and with thy darkness cover the kisses of her lover. Stay and confound her tears and her loud cryings, Her weak denials vows and often dyings, Stay and hide all, but help not if she call. Ho Neptune. Aeolus. The sea goes high, Boreas has raised a storm, go and apply Thy trident, else I prophesy ere day, Many a tall ship will be cast away, defend with all the gods, and all their power To strike a calm. We thank you for this hour, My favour to you all to gratulate So great a service done at my desire, Ye shall have many floods fuller and higher Than you have wished for, and no ebb shall dare, To let the day see where your dwellings are. Now back unto your governments in haste, lest your proud waters should swell above the waste, And win upon the Island. We obey. Hold up thy head dead night seest thou not day, The East begins to lighten I must down And give my brother place. Oh I could frown To see the day, the day that flings his light Upon my kingdom, and contemns old night, Let him go on, and flame, I hope to see Another wild fire in his axle-tree, And all fall drenched, but I forget, speak Queen, The day grows on, I dare no more be seen. Once heave thy drowsy head again and see A greater light a greater Majesty Between our sect and us, lash up thy team The day breaks here, and yond sun flaring stream Shot from the south, say which way wilt thou go. I'll vanish into mists. Adieu. Take light their Ladies, get the Bride to bed, We will not see you laid, good night Amintor, we'll ease you of that tedious ceremony, Were it my case I should think time run slow If thou be'st noble youth, get me a boy That may defend my Kingdoms from my foes. All happiness to you. Good night Melantius. madam shall we undress you for this fight, The wars are naked that you must make tonight. You are merry Dula. I should be far merrier madam, if it were with me As it is with you. how's that? That I might go to bed with him with credit that you do. Why how now wench. Come Ladies, will you help. I am soon undone. And as soon done, Good store of clothes will trouble you at both. Art thou drunk Dula. Why here's none but we.
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Hold back thy houres old night till we haue done, The day will come too soone, Young Maydes will curse thee if thou steal'st away, And leau'st their losses open to the day, Stay, Stay, and hide the blushes of the Bride. Stay gentle night and with thy darkenesse couer the kisses of her louer. Stay and confound her teares and her loud cryings, Her weake denials vowes and often dyings, Stay and hide all, but helpe not if she call. Ho Neptune. Eolus. The sea goes hie, Boreas has rais'd a storme, goe and apply Thy trident, else I prophesie re day, Many a tall ship will be cast away, desend with all the gods, and all their powre To strike a calme. We thanke you for this houre, My fauour to you all to gratulate So great a seruice done at my desire, Ye shall haue many floods fuller and higher Then you haue wisht for, and no eb shall dare, To let the day see where your dwellings are. Now back vnto your gouernments in hast, Least your proud waters should swell aboue the wat, And win vpon the Iland. We obey. Hold vp thy head dead night seest thou not day, The East begins to lighten I must done And giue my brother place. Oh I could frowne To see the day, the day that flings his light Vpon my kingdome, and contemnes olde night, Let him goe on, and lame, I hope to see Another wild fire in his axlree, And all fall drencht, but I forget, speake Queene, The day growes on, I dare no more be seene. Once heaue thy drowsie head agen and ee A greater light a greater Maietie Betweene our sect and vs, lash vp thy teame The day breaks here, and yon sun flaring streame Shot from the south, say which way wilt thou goe. Ile vanish into mists. Adew. Take light their Ladyes, get the Bride to bed, We will not see you laid, good night Amintor, Weele ease you of that tedious ceremony, Were it my case I should thinke time runne slow If thou beest noble youth, get me a boy That may defend my Kingdomes from my foes. All happinesse to you. Good night Melantius. Madame shall we vndresse you for this fight, The wars are nak't that you must make to night. You are merry Dula. I should be far merrier Madame, if it were with me As it is with you. Howes that That I might goe to bed with him with credit that you doe. Why how now wench. Come Ladyes, will you helpe. I am soone vndone. And as soone done, Good store of clothes will trouble you at both. Art thou drunke Dula. Why heres none but we.