Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 2 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 474 words
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Thou standing at receipt shalt chase the awayne. With hallowing: thou with limere sharp undee him being slain. Grant good success unto thy mate, Virago, thou Divine, That secret deserts chosen haste for noble Empire thine: Whose thirled Darts with level right do gore the Beast with Blood That laps the lukewarm liquor of roxis fleeting Flood. And eke the Beast that sports itself on frozen Ister's strand. The ramping lions eke of Geate are chased by thy hand. And eke the windy heeled Heart in candy thou dost chase. Now with more gentle lance thou strik'st the do that trips apace. To thee the Tiger fierce his divers spotted breast doth yield, The rough shaghairy Bugle turns on thee his back in field. Eke savage Buffs with branch & horns: all things thy quarrels fear, That to the needy Garamas in Afric doth appear. Or eye the wild Arabian enriched by his wood, Or what the Brutish roches of Pyrene understood, Or else what other Beasts do lurk in wild Hircanus' grove, Or else among Sarmatians in desert fields that rove: It that the Ploughman come to field, that standeth in thy grace, Into his nets the roused beast full sure he is to chase. No feet in sunder break the cords and home he brings the Boar In totting wain, whenas the hounds with gubs of clottered gore, Besmeared have their grimed snouts: and then the Country rout To Cottages repair in ranks, with triumph all about. Lo, Goddess grant us grace: the hounds already opened have, I follow must the Chase: this gainer way my pains to save, I take into the woods. O Country Crete that bears the sway, upon the Seas so vast. Whose Ships so thick in every Shore, the Seas do overcast, whatever coast as far as is Assyria land doth lie, Where Nereus doth the piked Stem to cut his course deny, Why force ye me that yielded am, a pledge to those I hate? And given in Bridal bed to be my enemies Spousal mate, To languish out my time in tears, in woe to lead my life? My husband lo, & runagate is gone from me his wife, Yet Theseus still performs his O the alike unto his Spouse. As erst to Ariadne, when he falsified his Vows: He champion stout dare enterprise the darkness deep to pass Of loathsome Lake, whence yet found out, no way returning was. A soldier of the Wooer bold Proserpin home to bring, Out pulled perforce from grisly throne of Dire infernal King. Accompanied with fury fierce he marcheth forward still, Whom neither dread nor shame could force forbear his wicked will. With lawless wedlock's ravishments Hippolytus his Sire Doth in the boiling bottom deep of Acheron require, But yet another greater grief sways on my pensive breast,
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Thou ſtanding at receipt ſhalt chaſe the awayne. With hallowing: thou with limere ſharpe vndee him beyng ſlayne. Graunt good ſucceſſe vnto thy mate, Virago, thou Diuyne, That ſecret deſartes choſen haſt for noble Empire thyne: Whoſe thirled Dartes with leauel right do gore the Beaſt with Bloud That lappes the lukewarme licour of roxis fleeting Floud. And eke the Beaſt that ſportes it ſelfe on froſen Iſts ſtraud. The ramping Lyons eake of Geate are chaſed by thy hand. And eke the wyndy heeled Hart in Cadie thou doſt chaſe. Now with more gentle launce thou ſtrikſt the Do that trippes apace. To thee the Tygar fierce his diuers ſpotted breaſt doth yield, The rough ſhaghairy Bugle turnes on thee his backe in field. Eke ſaluage Buffes with braunche & hornes: all thinges thy quarelles feare, That to the needy Garamas in Affricke doth appeare. Or eis the wyld Arabian enriched by his wood, Or what the Brutiſh roches of Pyrene vnderſtood, Or elſe what other Beaſtes do lurcke in wyld Hyrcanus groue, Or elſe among Sarmatians in deſert fieldes that roue: It that the Ploughman come to field, that ſtandeth in thy grace, Into his the ouſed beaſt full ſure he is to chaſe. No feete in ſunder breake the and home he bringes the Bore In itting wayne, when as the houndes with gubs of clottered gore, Beſmeared haue their gymed and then the Countrey rout To Cottages repayre in rankes, with triumph all about. Lo, Goddeſſe graunt vs grace: the hounds already opened haue, I follow muſt the Chaſe: this gainer way my paynes to ſaue, I take into the woods. O Countrey Crete that beares the ſway, vpon the Seas ſo vaſt. Whoſe Ships ſo thicke in euery Shore, the Seas doe ouercaſt, What euer coaſt as farre as is Aſſyria lande doth lye, Where Nereus doth the piked Stemme to cut his courſe deny, Why force ye mee that yeelded am, a pledge to thoſe I hate? And gieuen in Bridall bed to bee my enmies Spouſall mate, To languiſh out my time in teares, in woe to leade my lyfe? My huſband lo, & runnagate is gon from mee his Wyfea, Yet Theſeus ſtill performes his O the alike vnto his Spouſe. As earſt to Ariadne, when hee falſifide his Vowes: Hee champion ſtoute dare enterpriſe the darkeneſſe deepe to paſſe Of lothſome Lake, whence yet found out, no way returning was. A ſouldier of the Wooer bolde Proſrpin home to bring, Out pullde perforce from griſly throne of Dire infernall King. Accompanide with fury fierce hee marcheth forward ſtill, Whō neither dread nor ſhame could force forbeare his wicked will. With lawleſſe wedlocks rauiſhments Hippolytus his Sire Doth in the boyling bottom deepe of Acheron require, But yet another greater griefe ſwayes on my penſiue breſt,