Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 13 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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Nor soil with yoked Ox was strained to bear the eueting share, The field even fertile of itself did feed the World with fare, The plentiful abundant Woods great wealth by nature gave: A house of nature take they had a dim and darksome Cave: The covetous mind to scrape up wealth, and desperate furious ire, And greedy Lust (that eggeth on the mind all set on fire.) First broke the bands, and eager thirst of bearing sway stepped in, To be the stronger's ravening pray the weaker did begin, And might went for oppressed right: the naked Fist found out To scratch and cuff, to box and bum, with dealing blows about. The knarly Logs, and snaggy shive were framed weapons strong, The gatten Tree ungrained was with Pikes of Iron long. No nor the rusty falchion then did hang along the side, Nor Helmet crest upon the head stood pe●●●ing up for pride, Pale spiteful grief invented Tools, and warlick Mars his brain Contrived new sleights a thousand kind of deaths he did ordain: By means hereof each Land is filled with clottered gore yshed, With streams of blood the Seas are dyde to hue of sanguine red, Than Mischief wanting measure 'gan through every house to pass, No kind of vicious villainy that practise wanted was. By Brother, Brother reft of Breath, and take the Father's Life By hand of Child, eke murdered was the husband of his Wife. And Mother lewd on mischief set destroyed their bodies seed, I overpass the Stepdame with her guilt and heinous deed, And nowhere pity planted is, as in the brutish beast: But womankind in mischief is ringleader of the rest, The instrument of wickedness enkindling first desire, Whose vile uncesteous whoredom see so many Towns on fire. So many Nations fall to war, take Kingdoms overthrown, And raised from the ground, to crush so many people down. Let other pass: by Iasons Wife Medea may we find By her alone, that Women are a plaguy crabbed kind. Why, for one woman's fault of blame shall every one have part? I hate, detest, abhor, I loathe, I curse them from my heart. Be't reason, right, or Nature's law, or vengeance fury fell, It likes me to abhor them still: the burning fire shall dwell, And bide with quenching water first, the dangerous quick Sand Shall promise Ships with safetyness upon thee should to land, And Western Thetis sunk aloof and drenched in deepest nook, Shall force the ruddy Morning Sun from scarlet Skies to look, The Wolf shall yield his fleering Chaps to suck the Tet of Do Ere won by woman's love, to her I crouch and stoop allow. Love bridles oft with snaffling bits the stubborn wayward heart, Behold thy Mother's native land in Scythia every part, The savage women feel the force of Venus' yoking band. Thou only Child thy Mother had dost this welt understand. This only comfort of my Mother must I keep behind, That leeful unto me it is to hate all Womankind.
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Nor ſoyle with yoaked Oxe was ſtrainde to beae the eueting ſhare, The field euen of it ſelfe did feede the World with fare, The plentifull aboundant Woods great wealth by nature gaue: A houſe of nature take they had a dimme and darkſome Caue: The couetous minde to ſcrape vp wealth, and deſpret furious ire, And greedy Luſt (that ggeth on the minde all ſet on fire.) Firſt brake the bands, and eger thirſt of bearing ſway ſtept in, To be the ſtrongers rauening pray the weaker did begin, And might went for oppreſſed right: the naked Fiſt found out To ſcratch and cuffe, to box and bum, with dealing blowes about. The knarrie Logs, and ſnaggie were framed weapons ſtrong, The gaen Tree vngrayned was with Pikes of Yron long. No nor the ruſty Fawcho then did hang along the ſide, Nor Helmet creſt vpon the head ſtood peing vp for prie, Pale ſpightfull griefe Tooles, and Mars his braine Contriu'de new ſleights a thouſand kinde of eathes he did ordaine: By meanes hereof eche Land is fild with clotred gore yſhed, With ſtreames of bloud the Seas are dyde to hue of ſanguine red, Then Miſchiefe meaſure gan through euery houſe to paſſe, No kinde of vitious villany that praſe wanted was. By Brother, Brother reft of Breath, and ake the Fathers Life By hand of Childe, ake murthred was the huſband of his Wyfe. And Mother lewde on miſchiefe ſet deſtroyde their bodies ſeede, I ouerpaſſe the Stepdame with her guilt and haynous deede, And no where pitty planted is, as in the brutiſh beaſt: But womankinde in miſchiefe is ringleader of the reaſt, The inſrument of wickedneſſe enkindling firſt deſire, Whoſe vile vnceſteous whoredome ſee ſo many Townes on fire. So many Nations fall to warre, take Kingdomes ouerthrowne, And rayſed from the ground, to cruſhe ſo many people downe. Let other paſſe: by Iaſons Wyfe Medea may wee finde By her alone, that Women are a plaguy crabbed kinde. Why, for one womans fault of blame ſhall euery one haue part? I hate, deteſt, abhore, I loth, I curſe them from my heart. Bee't reaſon, right, or Natures law, or vengeance fury fell, It likes me to abhorre them ſtill: the burning fire ſhall dwell, And bide with quenching water firſt, the daungerous quick Sand Shall promiſſe Ships with ſafetineſſe vpon the ſhold to land, And Weſtern Thetis ſoonke aloofe and brencht in deepeſt nooke, Shall force the ruddy Morning Sunne from ſcarlet Skies to looke, The Woolfe ſhall yeelde his fleering Chaps to ſuck the Tet of Do Ere woon by womans loue, to her I crouch and ſtoupe alow. Loue bridles oft with ſnaffling bits the ſtubborne wayward heart, Beholde thy Mothers natiue land in Scythia euery part, The ſaluage women feele the force of Venus yoaking band. Thou onely Childe thy Mother had doſt this welt vnderſtand. This onely comfort of my Mother muſt I keepe behinde, That leefull vnto me it is to hate all Womankinde.