Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 8 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
With forward glancing breast the stream he broke, And lest he should his tender prey have lost, Her troublous thought did cause his heart to quake DIANA bright that sways in circle murk, Of darkened Sky, with frying fits did burn, And leaving of the Evening watch her work Her fulgent Chariot bright, eke did she turn. To PHOEBVS charge, to wield it otherwise Her Evening wain APOLLO learned to guide, And take his turn in lesser compassed size: The dampish nights watched not their wonted tide And late it was ere that AURORA fair Set forth the morning Sun with gold array, While that the Marble axle tree in th'air The shogging Cart made crake with swagging sway, Alcmena's boisterous Imp did lay aside His clattering shafts, and also did refuse To wear the ramping lions hairy hide And Emeralds for his fingers did he choose, And braided kept his ruffled staring Locks, wore Garters wrought on knee with seams of Gold And on his feet his dirty dabbled Socks, And with the hand where whilom he did hold His Clubbish bat, a thread he nimbly spun: Both Persia and fertile Lidia knew (Where golden sanded Pactolus doth run) Alcides bid the lions case adieu And thunder propping brawny shouldered sire That heaved and bolstered up the Welkin throne, In slender kirtle wrought by Web of Tyre Did jet about to please his Love alone. This flame (believe the heart that feels the wound) Inspired with holiness excels in might, Whereas the Land by Seas embraced round, Where twinkling Stars do start in Welkin bright This peevish Elf the countries all doth keep, Whose quarrels sting the Marble faced rout Of water nymphs, that with the Waters deep The brand that burns in breast cannot quench out, The flying fowl doth feel the foistering flames. What cruel Skirmish do the Heifers make? rickt up by lust that nice Dame VENUS frames. In furious sort for all the Cattles sake? If fearful Hearts their Hinds do once mistrust, In love disloyal then gladly dare they fight, And bellowings out, they bray to witness just Their angry mood, conceived in ireful sprite. The painted coast of India then doth hate The spotty Hided Tiger, than the Boar Doth whet his Tusks to combat for his mate, And foams at mouth: the ramping lions roar And shake their Manes, when Cupid's corsies move With grunts and groans the howling firths do murn The Dolphin of the raging Sea doth love: The Elephants by Cupid's blaze do burn: Dame nature all doth challenge as her own, And nothing is that can escape her laws: The rage of wrath is quenched and overthrown, whenas it pleaseth Love to bid them paws: Black hate that rusting frets in cankered breast, And all old grudge is dashed by burning love. What shall I make discourse more of the rest Stout Stepdame's doth this gripe to mercy move. DEclare what tidings bringst thou Nurse, where is Hippolytus?
seed 43: T17 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Wyth forward glauncing breaſt the ſtream he brake, And leaſt he ſhould his tender pray haue loſt, Her troublus thought did cauſe his heart to quake DIANA bright that ſwayes in circle murke, Of darkened Sky, with frying fits did burne, And leauing of the Euening watch her worke Her fulgent Chariot bright, eke did ſhee turne. To PHOEBVS charge, to weelde it otherwiſe Her Euening Wayne APOLLO learnde to guide, And take his turne in leſſer compaſt ſiſe: The dapiſh nights vvatcht not their vvonted tyde And late it vvas ere that AVRORA fayre Set forth the morning Sunne vvith golde aray, Whyle that the Marble axell tree in th'ayre The ſhogging Carte made crake vvith ſwagging ſway, ALCMENAS boyſtrous Impe did lay aſide His clattering ſhafts, and alſo did refuſe To vveare the ramping Lyons hairy Hyde And Emraudes for his fingers did hee chuſe, And brayded kept his rufled ſtaring Locks, Ware Garters vvrought on knee vvith ſeames of Golde And on his feete his durty dabled Socks, And vvith the hand vvhere vvhilome hee did holde His Clubbiſh bat, a thred hee nimbly ſpun: Both Perſia and fertile Lidia knew (Where golden ſanded Pactolus doth run) ALCYDES bid the Lyons caſe adew And thunder propping brawny ſhoulderd ſier That heaued and bolſtred vp the Welkin throne, In ſlender Kirtell vvrought by Web of Tyre Did iet about to pleaſe his Loue alone. This flame (beleue the heart that feeles the vvound) Enſpirde vvith holines excels in might, Whereas the Land by Seas embraced round, Where twinkling Starres doe ſtart in Welkin bright This peeuiſh Elfe the Conntreyes all doth keepe, Whoſe quarrels ſting the Marble faced rout Of vvater Nimphes, that vvith the Waters deepe The brand that burnes in breaſt cannot quench out, The flying fowle doth feele the foyſtring flames. What cruell Skirmiſh doe the Heyffers make? rickt vp by luſt that nice Dame VENVS frames. In furious ſorte for all the Cattels ſake? If fearefull Hearts their Hindes doe once miſtruſt, In loue diſloyall then gladly dare they fight, And bellowings out, they bray to vvitneſſe iuſt Their angry moode, conceyu'de in irefull ſpright. The paynted coaſt of India then doth hate The ſpotty Hyded Tygar, then the Bore Doth vvhet his Tuſkes to combat for his mate, And fomes at mouth: the ramping Lyons rore And ſhake their Manes, when CVPIDS corſies moue Wyth grunts and grones the howling frythes doe murn The Dolphin of the raging Sea doth loue: The Elephants by CVPIDS blaze doe burn: Dame nature all doth challeng as her owne, And nothing is that can eſcape her lawes: The rage of wrath is quencht and ouerthrowne, When as it pleaſeth Loue to bid them pawes: Blacke hate that ruſting frets in cankred breaſt, And all olde grudge is daſht by burning loue. What ſhall I make diſcourſe more of the reſt Stout Stepdames doth this gripe to mercy moue. DEclare what tidings bringſt thou Nurce, where is Hippolitus?