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A59190 L. Annaeus Seneca's Troas a tragedy / translated from the Latine by J. Ta.; Troades. English Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Talbot, James, d. 1708. 1686 (1686) Wing S2529; ESTC R10479 20,823 53

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send us prosperous Gales Our Ships shall fill the Sea the Wind our Sails Exeunt CHORUS IS' t true Or does some Fear our minds deceive That Souls their Bodies do out-live When any wretched Mortal dies And his sad Kindred close his Eyes Does not Death finish all his Pain But must he dye to live again Or rather when our Bodies dye And with our Breath our Souls too flye Is Death the End and Cure of all our Misery Where're all-seeing Phaebus goes Where're the watry Ocean flows Nimbler than both Time posts away Nor Gods nor Men his Course can stay Swift as the rapid Orbs are hurl'd Swift as the Eye of this great World Our basty Sand does downwards run Our Minutes fly our Life is gone And when the slipp'ry Guest takes flight The rest is long Oblivion and eternal Night As Smoak dissolves into the Air And Winds drive Clouds we know not where So when poor Mortals breathe their last Their Souls exhale too in a blast And when the mighty Nothing disappears Death crowns our hopes and cures our fears What place must after Death our Souls receive That where we lay e're we began to live Our Souls as well as Bodies die And all is swallow'd up in vast Eternity Pluto Elysium Cerberus are nought But the loose Image of a shapeless Thought The Poet 's not the Wiseman's Theam The wild Idea of an empty Dream ACT III. Enter Andromache Astyanax and an Old Trojan Andromache WHY wretched Phrygians why d' ye tear your Hairs Why swell your Breasts with Sighs your Cheeks with Tears My Sorrows wear a sadder Livery Troy fell but Now to You Long since to Me. When fierce Achilles my lov'd Hector slew And the dear Corps thrice round our City drew The Chariot groan'd and shook beneath Its weight Whilst each sad Trojan fear'd approaching Fate Hector and Troy at the same time did fall If Tears can quench our Sorrows they 're but small I that have Liv'd would gladly Die his Wife And shew my Death as faithful as my Life But This sad Pledge of our once happy Loves My Fears increases and my Pity moves For His dear sake I live against my will And am contented to be wretched still My Care for Him has cost me many a Tear And robs my mis'ries of the wretched comfort not to Fear No Help no Remedy for all my Care But all is hopeless Sorrow and Despair Troj Madam what Fears distract your restless mind And. Many are Past but more are still Behind Alas our Sufferings must be worse and more Troj What Curses have the angry Gods in store And. All all the mighty Pow'rs of Hell break loose And Death it self will triumph over Us. Had they not slain enough before they bled But must they kill us too even when they 're Dead Must none but Grecian Ghosts return from Thence I thought just Death had made no difference These are the common Sufferings of us All But heavier Sorrows on my Head must fall Troj Speak what sad Omen has Heav'ns anger sent And. 'T was when two parts of the long Night were spent In Sighs and Tears when slumber did surprize My weary Limbs and clos'd my weeping Eyes And straight my lovely Hector's Shade appear'd Not like that Hector whom the Grecians fear'd When fierce as Lightning mongst their Troops He flew And many a treacherous Grecian bravely slew And in the Feign'd Achilles ' Death did wound the True Gone was the sprightly Colour of his Face Sorrow and Death had banish'd every Grace Breathless and pale by my Bedside he stood Stiff was his Hair and clotted all with Blood All Dismal and all Brave he did appear At once he mov'd my Love at once my Fear Once and again his griesly Locks he shook And thus my dear my dreadful Hector spoke Thou equal Partner of my faithful Bed Dear while I Liv'd and Constant now I 'm Dead Dare not to sleep when Danger is so nigh With my poor Boy to some far Countrey fly Or in some secret Cavern let Him lie Weep not for Troy your Tears will do no good But save the little Remnant of my Blood He spoke and straight He left my clouded sight And the loose shape dissolv'd into the Night I woake and starting from my Bed amaz'd Forsook my Child and round about me gaz'd The Airy Shade was lost in my embrace Whilst Fear and Horror fill'd a-round the Place To Astyanax Thou only last dear Hope of Troy and Me The Cause and Comfort of my Misery Too like my Hector and too near his Blood Born of a Race too noble and too good Such was thy warlike Father's lovely Face The same was every Action every Grace Such were his Eyes his Limbs so straight and fair Such was the Length and Colour of his Hair Too soon thou' rt born to Me but Oh! too late Or to prevent thy Own or thy poor Countries Fate When will that dear that wish'd-for Minute come When I shall see Thee bravely leading Home Thy captive banish'd scatter'd Countrymen When shall Old Troy and We revive again Thus I deceive and vainly sooth my Grief And dare not hope that Heav'n will send relief Yet all my Hopes and Fears are bound up in thy Life Alas what place what refuge dare I trust Our strongest Towers are buried in the Dust Of all the stately Structures of proud Troy There 's not enough remains to hide my Boy There is a Tomb where Hector's Ashes lie Fear'd and untouch'd ev'n by the Enemy A Monument of Old Priam's pious Prodigality Here he shall lay Cold Sweat bedews my Face I dread the Omen of the Fatal place Troj These timely Fears both You and Him may save And. With Him my Hopes are buried in the Grave What if some curious Greek my Fraud should spy Troj Whate'er you do be close trust no man's Eye But say that one day buried Him and Troy And. Should they but search this Tomb 't would prove his Last Troj A Conqueror's Rage is fierce but quickly past And. So dangerous a place I dare not trust Troj Others may choose what Helps they please let Him take what he must And. To what far Region dare I trust my Fears What Hope what Help what Remedy appears Thou that didst never fail assist me now Hector avert this sad this fatal Blow Ev'n in thy Death give Me and Troy relief And let thy faithful Ashes save his Life Haste haste get in dear Boy Oh! why dost turn Away and such mean shifts too bravely scorn See He 's asham'd of Fear Come lay aside This early Courage and this useless Pride And make the best of Fortune See what remains of Troy great Hector's Grave A helpless Infant and a wretched Slave Into this hallow'd Vault undaunted come In Life thy Refuge and in Death thy Tomb. She puts him into the Tomb. Troj So now He 's safe and lest your Fears betray Your Hopes be wise and quickly hast away And.