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L. Annaeus Seneca's Troas a tragedy / translated from the Latine by J. Ta.; Troades. English
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Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Talbot, James, d. 1708.
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1686
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him fall and learn't from 's Victory That the Gods Sons as well as common Men must die You 'd gladly did you his just Merits weigh A Tribute of Mycenian Virgins pay T' his sacred Ashes Gods d' ye start at this Can You think this a cruel Sacrifice You did not so when for false Helens sake You could an Offering of your Daughter make And can ye can ye cruel Prince deny To sacrifice t' his Ghost an Enemy Agam. We 're taught t' impute Youths Passions to their Age But Pyrrhus thine 's Hereditary Rage Your head-strong Father's Heats we tamely bore And shew'd our Patience equal to our Pow'r Stain not young Man the great Achilles Shade With the base slaughter of a helpless Maid Insult not o're your Captives learn and know What They must suffer and what You must do Fierce Empires like fierce Storms are seldom long Whilst they that are less violent are more strong If that coy Mistress Fortune should prove kind Fortune that governs all things but the Mind Let not our Pride with her light Favours rise But dread the Bounties of the too kind Deities My very Victories have made me know No State so mighty high but it may fall as low Too much upon this suddain Change we swell Who only hold that Place whence others fell 'T is true at first I bore my self too high Big with the Fortune of this Victory But this one Thought does all my Pride allay That she which gives can take her Gifts away That which makes Others blind has made Me see Priam first taught me Pride but now Humility Think not that Honour 's false deceitful Light Which I too well have known can cheat my sight Think not the glitt'ring Emptiness of State Can drown my Cares or make my Crown no weight Less than Ten Years may rob us of our Prey Less than a Thousand Ships may carry All away I must confess I came not to destroy But by my Conquest to have punish'd Troy But all my weak Endeavours prov'd in vain What pow'r a conquering Enemy can restrain Honour and brave Revenge taught them to fight Encourag'd by the terrors of the Night Their Swords once drawn they I wore should never rest Nor e're be sheath'd but in a Trojan's breast Too much on helpless Foes our Fury's spent Conquest and Death 's a double Punishment The Gods forbid that a weak Maid should fall And with her Murder grace his Funeral 'T is I that must be guilty if she bleed He that forbids not when h' has power encourages the Deed Pyr. And is this all Agam. No Pyrrhus no we 'll raise His Name with lasting Monuments of Praise Nations unknown to us shall hear his Fame And Infants shall be taught to lisp his Name But since with Blood we must appease his Shade Our fairest Beeves an Off'ring shall be made Whole Hecatombs we 'll pay him every Year Whose Blood may stand no Mother in a Tear Ask not Rewards which he would blush to take Rewards at which his generous Ghost would shake For who will think that e're his Life was good Whose Death must be appeas'd with Humane Blood Pyr. Vain idle Prince whom both Extremes possess Fear in thy Sufferings Pride in Happiness Does this new Mistress your compassion move To spare her not for Pity but for Love Think you the great Achilles Son to fright And once more rob his Off-spring of their Right No with her Blood my Father's Ghost I 'le feast His Tomb the Altar and my self the Priest Deny me this by Heav'n he shall receive A worthier Victim fit for me to give Since Priam's dead no Sacrifice so good T' appease his Ghost as Agamemnon's Blood Agam. A worthy Deed when tamely he did yield Your Father 's poor Old Suppliant to have kill'd Pyr. He did not as my Father 's Suppliant die I kill'd in him my Countries Enemy But he good Prince had Courage to appear Before my Father when your slavish Fear Forc'd you t' imploy some bolder Messenger You fear'd his wrath more than our Enemy You that then durst not Ask how dare you now Deny Agam. He did not fear who when our Navy lay To both the Elements a helpless Prey Buried in Sloth and Pleasure lay along Feasting his wanton Ears with some lewd Song Pyr. But know his peaceful Lute did Hector scare More than your loudest Instruments of war When in the midst of all your Panick Fear Kind Peace and Safety reign'd securely there Agam. Yes there was Peace when Hector's Father dare Amidst our Fleet his bold Requests declare Pyr. 'T is God-like in a Prince another Prince to spare Agam. Why then by you did poor Old Priam die Pyr. I did but ease him of his Misery Agam. And must your Pity kill his Daughter too Pyr. Can this at last be thought a Crime by You Agam. I spilt my own to save my Subjects Blood A Prince's Darling is his Countries Good Pyr. What Law what Pow'r a Victor's Sword can awe Agam. Where there is none shame must prescribe a Law Pyr. A Conqueror's Pow'r is measur'd by his Will Agam. Where that prevails the Measure is but ill Pyr. Talk you these things to those whom Fate and I Have bravely free'd from Ten Years slavery Agam. How Hotspur and can Scyros make You proud Pyr. Scyros that never blush'd with Brethrens Blood Agam. A floating spot Pyr. But in my Parent-Sea Who knows not Atreus and Thyestes noble Progeny Agam. Go Bastard go thou fruit of stol'n Delight Born of Achilles e're he yet durst fight Pyr. Of that Achilles whose great Ancestors In Fame or Blood shall never yield to Yours To whom the frame of this great World obeys Jove rules Heav'n Aeacus the Shades Thetis the Seas Agam. Of that Achilles whom weak Paris kill'd Pyr. With whom no God dare yet engage in open Field Agam. I could Young Man would I exert my Power Silence that Tongue and bring that Spirit lower But You b' our wonted Clemency have found We never make but always heal a Wound Let God-like Calchas finish our Debate Him I 'll obey whate're he speaks is Fate To Calchas Thou who when angry Heav'n had stop'd our way Shew'dst both the Reason and Rem'dy of our stay Heav'ns Privy Counsellor who know'st the Cause And Change of things and giv'st blind Mortals Laws To whom each Bird each Beast each bearded Star The strange Vicissitudes of Fate declare Thou whose prophetick Mouth has cost me dear Speak Heav'ns Commands and all our Actions steer Cal. Your wish'd Return your wonted Gists must buy Not to be granted till the Virgin die Adorn'd with Nuptial Garments she must come And there be wedded to Achilles Tomb. This Sacrifice the angry Gods will please This will the great Pelidos ' angrier Ghost appease Nor is this all the Deities desire But still a nobler Victim they require Troy's other Hope the Noble Hector's Son From Ilium's highest Tower must be cast down Then the kind Gods will