Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
You may of me, as of yourself dispose, And since my life doth seem so dear to you, I will preserve the same to your avail, That I may spend it always to your will. Then▪ thee behoves out of this town to fly: Before the bold and blind Tiresias Do publish this that is as yet unknown. And where, or in what place shall I become? Where thou mayst be hence furthest out of sight. You may command, and I ought to obey. Go to the land of Thesprotia. Where Dodona doth fit in sacred chair? even there my child. And who shall guide my wandering steps? high Ioue. Who shall give sustenance for my relief? There will I send thee heaps of glistering gold. But when shall I eftsoons my father see? Cre long I hope: but nowe, for nowe depart, For every lingering let or little stay, May purchase pain and torment both to me. First would I take my congee of the Queen, That since the day my mother lost her life, Hath nourished me as if I were her own. Oh, tarry not my dear son, tarry not. Behold father, I go. You dames of Thebes. Pray to almighty Ioue for my return, You see how mine unhappy stars me drive To go my country fro, and if so chance, I end in woe my prime and lusty years Before the course of Nature do them call, Honour my death yet with your dreary plaints, And I shall eke, where so this carcase come, Pray to the Gods that they preserve this town. WHen she that rules the rolling wheel of chance, Doth turn aside her angry frowning face, On him, whom erst she deigned to advance, She never leaves to galled him with disgrace, T tosse and turne his state in euery place, Till at the last she hurl him from on high And yield him subject unto misery: And as the branch that from the root is reft, He never wins like life to that he left: Yea though he do, yet can no taste of joy Compare with pangs that passed in his annoy. Well did the heavens ordain for our behoof Necessity, and fates by them allowed, That when we see our high mishaps aloof (As me our eyes were muffled with a cloud) Our froward will doth shrink itself and shroud From our avail, wherewith we run so far As none amends can make that we do mar: Then draws evil hap & strives to show his strength, And such as yield unto his might, at length He leads them by necessity the way That destiny prepared for our decay.
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You may of me, as of your selfe dispose, And since my life doth séeme so deare to you, I will preserue the same to your auaile, That I may spende it alwayes to your will. Then▪ thée behoues out of this towne to : Before the bolde and blide Tyresias Doe publish this that is as yet vnknowne▪ And where, or in what place shall I become? Where thou mayste be hence furthest out of sight. You may commaunde, and I ought to obey. Go to the lande of Thseotia. Where Dodona doth fit in sacred chaire? Euen there my childe. And who shal guide my wandring steps? high Ioue. Who shall giue sustenance for my reliefe? There will I sende thée heapes of glistring golde. But when shall I eftsoones my father sée? Cre long I hope: but nowe, for nowe depart, For euery lingring let or little stay, May purchase payne and torment both to me. First woulde I take my conge of the Quéene, That since the day my mother lost hir life, Hath nourisht me as if I were hir owne. Oh, tarry not my deare sonne, tarry not. Beholde father, I goe. You dames o Thebes. Praye to almightie Ioue for my retourne, You sée howe mine vnhappie starrs me driue To go my countrie fro, and if so chaunce, I ende in woe my pryme and lustie yeares Before the course of Nature do them call, Honor my death yet with your drery plaints, And I shal eke, where so this carkas come, Praye to the Gods that they preserue this towne. WHen she that rules the rolling whéele of chaunce, Doth turne aside hir angrie frowning face, On him, whom erst she deigned to aduaunce, She neuer leaues to galde him with disgrace, T tosse and turne his state in euery place, Till at the last she hurle him from on high And yeld him subiect vnto miserie: And as the braunche that from the roote is reft, He neuer winnes like life to that he lefte: Yea though he do, yet can no tast of ioy Compare with pangs that past in his annoy. Well did the heauens ordeine for our behoofe Necessitie, and faes by them allowde, That when we see our high mishappes aloofe (As thogh our eyes were mufled with a cloude) Our froward will doth shrinke it selfe and shrowde From our auaile, wherewith we runne so farre As none aends can make that we do marre: Then drawes euill happe & striues to shew his strēgth, And such as yeld vnto his might, at length He leades them by necessitie the way That destinie preparde for our decay.