Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 10 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 · 504 words
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Leave of thy bitter languishing unto the silly sort (That walter thus in waves of woe) grief gives not testing port Is any measure to be found in thy tormenting fire. Some grace at wild Diana's hand with sacrifice require. O Goddess great of Woods, in hills that only setst thy throne, And Gods that of the craggy clives at worshipped alone, Thy wrathful threatenings on us all now turn to better plight O Goddess that in forests wild and groves obtainest might, O shining lamp of heaven, and thou the diamond of the Night, O threefold shapen Hecate that on the world his face Dost render light with torch by turns, vouchsafe to grant thy grace To further this our enterprise and help our piteous case, O mollify Hippolytus his stubborn hardened heart, And let him learn the pangs of love and taste like bitter smart: And yield his light allured ears: entreat his brutish breast, And change his mind, in Venus' bounds compel him once to rest. So froward and untoward now so crabbed cursed and mad: So shalt thou be with blandishing and smiling countenance clad. Thy shimering cloud clean fading hence then brightly shalt thou bear And glistering horns, than while by night upon the whirling sphere, Thy cloudy heeled steeds thou guides, the raging witches charm Of Thessal, shall not draw thee from the heavens nor do thy harm No Shepherd purchase shall renown. Thou comest at our request: Now favour dost thou grant unto the prayers of our Breast: I do espy him worshipping the solemn Sacrifice, Both place and time convenient by Fortune doth arise: We must go craftily to work for fear we quaking stand, Full hard it is the busy charge of guilt to take in hand: But who of Princes stands in awe, let him defy all right, Cast of the care of honesty from mind exiled quite, A man unfit is for the hest of King a bashful wight. O Nurse, how chance thy limping limbs do creep into this place? With blubbered Cheeks, & leaden looks with sad and mourning face? Doth yet my Father Theseus with health enjoy his life? Doth Phaedra yet enjoy her health my stepdame and his wife. forego these fears, and gently come thy blessed hap to take, For care constraineth me to mourn with sorrow for thy sake, That hurtfully thou looudes thyself with pangs of plunging pain: Let him rub on in misery whom destiny doth constrain: But if that any yield himself to waves of wilful woe, And doth torment himself, deserves his weal for to forego The which he knows not how to use: tush, be not so demure, Considering how thy years do run, take part of sport and play, Let merry Bacchus' cause thee cast these clogging cares away, And reap the fruit of sweet delight belonging to thy years, For lusty youth with speedy foot full fast away it wears. Erst tender love, erst Venus feeds the young man's appetite,
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Leaue of thy bitter languiſhing vnto the ſil ſort (That walter thus in waues of woe) griefe giues not teſting port Is any meaſure to be found in thy tormenting fire. Some grace at wyld Dianae▪ hand with ſacrifyce require. O Goddeſſe greate of Woods, in hilles that onely ſetſt thy throne, And Goddes that of the craggy clyues at worſhipped alone, Thy wrathful threatninges on vs all now turne to better plight O Goddeſſe that in forreſtes wyld and groues obtayneſt might, O ſhyning lampe of heauen, and thou the Diamon of the Night, O threefold ſhapen Heccate that on the world his face Doſt render light with torch by turnes, vouchſafe to graūt thy grace To further this our enterpriſe and helpe our piteous caſe, O mollify Hippolytus his ſtubborne hardued hart, And let him learne the pangues of loue and taſt like bitter ſmart: And yeeld his light allured eares: entreate his bruſh breaſt, And chaunge his mynd, in Venus boundes compel him once to reſt. So froward and vntoward now ſo crabbed curſt and mad: So ſhalt thou be with blandiſhing and ſmyling countnaunce clad. Thy ſhimering clowde cleane fading hence then brightly ſhalt thou bear And gliſteryng hornes, then whyle by night vpon the whirling ſphere, Thy cloudy heeled ſteedes thou guydes, the raging witches charme Of Theſſal, ſhal not draw thee from the heauens nor do thy harme No Shepherd purchaſe ſhal renoume. Thou comſt at our requeſt: Now fauour doſt thou graunt vnto the prayers of our Breaſt: I do eſpye him worſhipping the ſolemne Sacrifyce, Both place and tyme conuenient by Fortune doth ariſe: We muſt go craftely to worke for feare we quaking ſtand, Ful hard it is the buyſy charge of guylt to take in hand: But who of Princes ſtandes in awe, let him defye all right, Caſt of the care of honeſty from mind exiled quight, A man vnfit is for the heſt of King a baſhful wight. O Nurſe, how chaūce thy limping limmes do crepe into this place? With blubbred Cheekes, & leaden lookes with ſad and mourning face? Doth yet my Father Theſeus with health enioy his life? Doth Phaedra yet enioy her health my ſtepdam and his wyfe. Forgoe theſe feares, and gently come thy bleſſed hap to take, For care conſtrayneth me to mourne with ſorrow for thy ſake, That hurtfully thou looudes thy ſelfe with pangues of plūging payne: Let him rubbe on in miſery whom deſtny doth conſtrayne: But if that any yeld himſelfe to waues of wilful woe, And doth torment himſelfe, deſerues his wele for to forgoe The which he knowes not how to vſe: tuſh, be not ſo demure, Conſideryng how thy yeares do runne, take part of ſport and play, Let mirry Bacchus cauſe thee caſt theſe clogging cares away, And reape the frutte of ſweete delyght belonging to thy yeares, For luſty youth with ſpeedy foote ful faſt away it weares. Earſt tender loue, earſt Venus feedes the young mannes appetite,