Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 475 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Father of war and death, that dost remove With wrathful wreck from woeful mother's breast, The trusty pledges of their tender love, So grant the Gods, that for our final rest, Dame Venus pleasant looks may please thee best, Whereby when thou shalt all amazed stand, The sword may fall out of thy trembling hand. And thou mayst prove some other way full well The bloody prowess of thy mighty spear, Wherewith thou raisest from the depth of hell, The wrathful spirits of all the furies there, Who when the weak, do wander every where, And never rest to range about the coasts, Tenriche that pit with spoil of damned ghosts. And when thou hast our fields forsaken thus, Let cruel discord bear thee company, Engirt with snakes and serpents venomous, Even she that can with read vermilion die The gladsome green that flourished pleasantly, And make the greedy ground a drinking cup, To sup the blood of murdered bodies up. Yet thou return O joy and pleasant peace, From whence thou didst against our will departed, Ne let thy worthy mind from travel cease, To chase disdain out of the poisoned heart, That raised war to all our pains and smart, Even from the breast of Oedipus his son, Whose swelling pride hath all this jar begun. And thou great God, that dost all things decree, And sit'st on high above the starry skies, Thou chiefest cause of causes all that be, Regard not his offence but hear our cries, And speedily redress our miseries, For what cause we poor woeful wretches do But crave thy aid, and only cleave thereto? THou trusty guide of my so trustless steps Dear daughter mine go we, lead thou the way, For since the day I first did lose this light Thou only art the light of these mine eyes: And for thou know'st I am both old & weak And ever longing after lovely rest, Direct my steps amid the plainest paths, That so my feebled feet may feel less pain. Meneceus thou gentle child, tell me, Is it far hence, the place where we must go, Where as thy father for my coming stays? For like unto the slothful snail I draw, (Dear son) with pain these aged legs of mine, And though my mind be quick, scarce can I move. Comfort thyself divine, Creon thy friend Lo standeth here, and came to meet with thee To ease the pain that thou mightst else sustain, For unto eld each travel yields annoy And thou his daughter and his faithful guide, Lo rest him here, and rest thou there withal Thy virgin's hands, that in sustaining him Dost well acquit the duty of a child. For crooked age and hoary silver hears Still craveth help of lusty youthful years. Gramercy Lord what is your noble will?
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Father of warre and death, that doſt remoue With wrathfull wrecke from wofull mothers breaſt, The truſtie pledges of their tender loue, So graunt the Gods, that for our finall reſt, Dame Venus pleaſant lookes may pleaſe thée beſt, Wherby when thou ſhalt all amazed ſtand, The ſword may fall out of thy trembling hand. And thou maiſt proue ſome other way full well The bloudie proweſſe of thy mightie ſpeare, Wherwith thou raiſeſt from the depth of hell, The wrathfull ſprites of all the furies there, Who when the weake, doe wander euery where, And neuer reſt to range about the coaſtes, Tenriche that pit with ſpoile of damned ghoſtes. And when thou haſt our fieldes forſaken thus, Let cruell diſcorde beare thée companie, Engirt with ſnakes and ſerpents venemous, Euen ſhe that can with red virmilion dye The gladſome gréene that floriſht pleaſantly, And make the gréedie ground a drinking cup, To ſup the bloud of murdered bodyes vp. Yet thou returne O ioye and pleaſant peace, From whence thou didſt againſt our wil depart, Ne let thy worthie minde from trauell ceaſe, To chaſe diſdaine out of the poyſned harte, That raiſed warre to all our paynes and ſmarte, Euen from the breſt of Oedipus his ſonne, Whoſe ſwelling pride hath all this iarre begonne. And thou great God, that doeſt all things decrée, And ſitſt on highe aboue the ſtarrie ſkies, Thou chiefeſt cauſe of cauſes all that bée, Regard not his offence but heare our cries, And ſpedily redreſſe our miſeries, For what cauſe we poore wofull wretches doe But craue thy aide, and onely cleaue therto? THou truſtie guide of my ſo truſtleſſe ſteppes Déer daughter mine go we, lead thou ye way, For ſince the day I firſt did léeſe this light Thou only art the light of theſe mine eyes: And for thou knowſt I am both old & weake And euer longing after louely reſt, Direct my ſteppes amyd the playneſt pathes, That ſo my febled féete may féele leſſe paine. Meneceus thou gentle childe, tell me, Is it farre hence, the place where we muſt goe, Where as thy father for my comming ſtayes? For like vnto the ſlouthfull ſnayle I drawe, (Deare ſonne) with paine theſe aged legges of mine, And though my minde be quicke, ſcarce can I moue. Comfort thy ſelfe deuine, Creon thy frend Loe ſtandeth here, and came to méete with thée To eaſe the paine that thou mightſt elſe ſuſtaine, "For vnto elde eche trauell yeldes annoy And thou his daughter and his faithfull guide, Loe reſt him here, and reſt thou there withall Thy virgins hands, that in ſuſtayning him Doeſt well acquite the duetie of a childe. "For crooked age and hory ſiluer heares "Still craueth helpe of luſtie youthfull yeares. Gramercie Lorde what is your noble will?