Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 450 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 wil. 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 aught to obey. Go to the land of Thesbeoita. Where Dodona doth sit 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 sand thee heaps of glistering gold. But when shall I eftsoons my father see? Ere long I hope: but now, for now departed. 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. O, 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 gaulde him with disgrace, To toss and turn his state in every place, Till at the last the hurl him from on high And yield him subject unto misery: And as the branch that from the root is rest, He never wins like life to that he left: Yea though he do, yet can not taste of joy Compare with pangs that past in his annoy. Well did the heavens ordain for our behoof Necessity, and fates by them aloud, That when we see our high mishaps aloof (As though our eyes were muffled with a cloud) Our froward will doth shrink itself and shroud From our avail wherewith we run so faree: As none amendss 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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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
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 wil. Then, thée behoues out of this towne to flie: Before the bold and blinde 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 Theſbeoita. Where Dodona doth ſit in ſacred chaire? Euen there my childe. And who ſhall guide my wandring ſteps? high Ioue. Who ſhal giue ſuſtenance for my reliefe? There will I ſend thée heapes of gliſtring golde. But when ſhall I efteſoones my father ſée? Ere long I hope: but now, for now depart. For euery lingring let or little ſtay, May purchaſe payne and torment both to me. Firſt would 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 of Thebes, Pray to almightie Ioue for my retourne: You ſée how mine vnhappie ſtarres 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 ſhall eke, where ſo this carkas come, Pray 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 aduance, She neuer leaues to gaulde him with diſgrace, To toſſe and turne his ſtate in euery place, Till at the laſt the hurle him from on high And yeld him ſubiect vnto miſerie: And as the braunche that from the roote is reſt, He neuer winnes like life to that he lefte: Yea though he do, yet can not taſt of ioy Compare with pangs that paſt in his annoy. Well did the heauens ordeine for our behoofe Neceſſitie, and fates by them alowde, That when we ſée our high miſhappes aloofe (As though our eyes were mufled with a cloude) Our froward will doth ſhrinke it ſelfe and ſhrowde From our auaile wherwith we runne ſo faree: As none amends 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.