Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 6 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Yet do not thou suppose, Though dreadful Ditis' lock with bars, and bolt his dungeon close: And though the hideous hell-like hound do watch the grisly gates. Not Theseus alone shall have his passages stopped by fates, Perhaps he pardon will the crime of loves procuring heat Nay churlishly he would of old his honest wife entreat. Antiope his bobbing buffets felt and heavy cuff: Suppose, yet thou can qualify thy husbands raging ruff: Yet who can move Hippolytus most stony stubborn mind? He will abhor the very name detesting woman kind, And faring frantically, will give himself to single life, And shun the hated spousal bed of every married wife, Then shall ye plainly understand his brutish Scythian blood To follow him even through the hills, the Forest thick & wood, That keeps among the clottered cliffs besmeared with silver Snow, Whose nimble heels on craggy rocks are frisking to and fro: I wish. He will resist and not be dallied with nor coyed, Nor change his chaste estate, for life of chastity devoid, And turn perhaps his cankered hate to light on thee alone, That now he bears to all. will not he moved be with moan? Stark wild he is, and I have learned wild things by love to tame he'll run away. if by the Sea's hefty, I on the same Will follow him. Remember then thy father may thee take. I may remember mine offence, my mother eke will slake. Detesting womankind, he drives and courseth them away. No strumpets bashful fear against my breast doth hold at bay: Thy husband will be here. I wis he comes I warrant him Pyrothous companion in hell-like dungeon dim. Thy Father also he will come, A gentle hearted Sire Forgiving Ariadne's fault, when she did him require. For these my silver shining locks of hoary drooping age, And breast bedulled with cloying cares restrain thy furious rage. I humbly thee beseech even by these tender tears of mine, Succour thyself, much health it is, if will to health incline. Not every jot at honesty exiled is my breast, I yield me Nurse, love that denies thus under rule to rest In quietness, let him, let him perforce be battered down. I will not let my fleeting fame and glorious bright renown With stain to be dishonoured, this only is the gap, To shun the perilous path that leads to Vice's training trap. My spouse let me ensue with death this strive I shall subvert. Dear daughter slake the ramping rage of thy unruly heart. Pluck down thy stomach stout, for this I judge thee worthy breath, In that thou dost confess thyself to have deserved death. condemned I am to die, what kind of death now would I know, As either strangled with a rope shall I my life forego? Or run upon a bloody blade, with gory wound to die? Or topsy-turvy headlong hurled down Pallas turret high, In quarrel just of Chastity.
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Yet do not thou ſuppoſe, Though dreadful Ditis lock with barres, and bolt his dongeon cloſe: And though the hideous hellicke hounde do watch the grieſly gates. Not Theſeus alone ſhal haue his paſſages ſtopt by fates, Perhaps he pardon wil the cryme of loues procuring heate Nay churliſhly hee would of old his honeſt wyfe entreate. Antiope his bobbing buets felt and heauy cuffe: Suppoſe, yet thou can qualifye thy huſbandes raging ruffe: Yet who can moe Hippolyus moſt ſony ſtubborne mynd? He wil abhorre the very name deteſting woman kind, And faring frantickly, wil gyue himſelfe to ſingle life, And ſhunne the hated ſpouſall bedde of euery marride wife, Then ſhal ye playnly vnderſtand his brutiſh Scithian blood To follow him euen through the hilles, the Forreſt thycke & wood, That keepes among the clottred cliues beſmeard with ſiluer Snow, Whoſe nimble heeles on craggy rockes are friſking to and froe: I wyſh. He wil reſiſt and not be dalyed with nor coyd, Nor chaunge his chaſt eſtate, for lyfe of chaſtity deuoyd, And turne perhaps his cankred hate to light on thee alone, That now he beares to all. wil not he moued be with mone? Stark wilde he is, and I haue learnd wilde thinges by loue to tame Hee'le runne away. if by the Seas hefie, I on the ſame Will follow him. Remember then thy father may thee take. I may remember myne offence, my mother eake wil ſlake. Deteſting womankinde, he driues and courſeth them away. No ſtrūpets baſhful feare agaynſt my breaſt doth hold at bay: Thy huſband wil be here. I wis he comes I warrant him Pyrothous companion in hellicke dungeon dimme. Thy Father alſo he wil come, A gentle hearted Syre Forgeuing Ariadnes fault, when ſhe did him require. For theſe my ſiluer ſhining lockes of horie drouping age, And breaſt beld with cloying cares reſtrayne thy furious rage. I humbly thee beſeech euen by theſe tender tears of myne, Succor thy ſelfe, much health it is, if will to health encline. Not euery iote at honeſty exiled is my breaſt, I yeeld me Nurſe, loue that denies thus vnder rule to reſt In quietnes, let him, let him perforce be battered downe. I wil not let my fleeting fame and glorious bright renoume With ſtayne to be diſhonoured, this onely is the gap, To ſhunne the perlous path that leades to vices trayning trap. My ſpouſe let mee enſue with death this ſtriue I ſhall ſubuert. Deare daughter ſlake the ramping rage of thy unruly heart. Plucke downe thy ſtomacke ſtout, for this I iudge thee worthy breath, In that thou doſt confeſſe thy ſelfe to haue deſerued death. Condemde I am to die, what kind of death now would I know, As eyther ſtrangled with a rope ſhal I my life forgoe? Or runne vppon a bloudy blade, with gory wound to dye? Or topſe turuy headlong hurld downe Pallas turret hie, In quarrel iuſt of Chaſtity.