Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 14 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
even as the stiff and sturdy Rocks have waltering waves withstood, And dasheth back from shore aloof the foamy flapping flood: So lightly be contemns my talk: but Phaedra runneth mad Because of this my long delay with crushing cares yclad: What will she do? ay me alas how shall she now be speed? Her breathless body to the ground drops suddenly down dead. A sallow hue like ghastly death overstrikes her frenzy Face, Look up and speak behold thy dear sweet heart doth thee embrace. ALas to float in Waves of woe who me revives again? To pinch my mind with pining pangs and bitter drunts of nayne. What ease to me it was, whenas I lay in trance at rest? Why dost thou thus the pleasure of renewed life detest: O heart be bold, assay and seek thy purpose to attain, Be not abashed, nor faced out with churlish words again. Who faintly craveth any boon, gives courage to deny: The greatest portion of my crime dispatched ere now have I: Shame seeks to late to purchase place within our bashful brow, Sith that in foul and loathsome love we have delight ere now, If I obtain my will, then shall our wedlock cloak the crime: Success corrupteth honesty with wickedness sometime: Behold this secret place is void from any witness by. My faltering tongue doth in my mouth my tale begun deny. Great force constraineth me to speak, but greater hold my peace, O heavenly Ghosts I you protest, 'tis this that doth me please. Cannot the mind that covers talk in words at will out burst? Light cares have words at will. but great do make us sore aghast. Mother the grief that galls your heart come whisper in mine ear. The name of Mother is to proud a name for me to bear, Importing puissant power too much: the fancy of my mind It doth behove, a baser name of less renown to find. Me (if thou please) Hippolytus thy Loving Sister call. Or waiting Maid, and rather so: no drudgery spare I shall, If thou through thick and thin in snows to travail me desire, Or else command me for to run through Coals of flaming fire, Or set my foot on Pindus frozen Rocks, it irks me not. Or if thou will me rashly run thorough scorching fire hot, Or ravening routs of savage beasts I will not slowly rest, With gory Lance of naked blade my bowels to unbreast. These Kingdoms left to me in charge wield thou of them the sway, And take me as thy humble Mate, it fits me to say, And thee to give commandment, it is no woman's seat, To claim her Title to the Crown, to reign in parents' seat. Thou flourishing amid the pride of lusty youthful race Supply a valiant Princes room with Father's golden Mace, Protect thy humble suppliant, defend thy lowly Maid Embraced in mercy's bosom, at thy Feet so meekly laid. Take pity on a stely widows woe, and wretched plight.
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Euen as the ſtiffe and ſturdy Rocks haue waltring waues wythſtoode, And daſheth backe from ſhore aloofe the fomy flapping floode: So lightly be contemnes my talke: but Phaedra runneth mad Becauſe of this my long delay with cruſhing cares ylad: What will ſhe doe? Aye me alas how ſhall ſhe now be ſpead? Her breathleſſe body to the ground drops ſodenly downe dead. A ſallow hue like gaſtly death ouerſtrikes her frenzy Face, Looke vp and ſpeake beholde thy deare ſweete heart doth thee embrace. ALas to flote in Waues of woe who mee reuines agayne? To pinch my minde with pining pangues and bitter drunts of nayne. What eaſe to mee it was, when as I lay in traunce at reſt? Why doſt thou thus the pleaſure of renued lyfe deteſt: O heart be bolde, aſſay and ſeeke thy purpoſe to attayne, Be not abaſht, nor faced out with churliſh wordes agayne. Who faintly craueth any booe, giues courage to deny: The greateſt portion of my crime diſpacht ere now haue I: Shame ſeekes to late to purchaſe place within our baſhfull brow, Sith that in foule and lothſome loue wee haue delight ere now, If I obtayne my will, then ſhall our wedlocke cloake the crime: Succeſſe corrupteth honeſty with wickedneſſe ſometime: Behold this ſecret place is voyde from any witneſſe bye. My faltring tong doth in my mouth my tale begun denye. Great force conſtrayneth mee to ſpeake, but greater holde my peace, O heauenly Ghoſtes I you proteſt, tis this that doth me pleaſe. Cannot the minde that couers talke in wordes at will out braſt? Light cares haue words at will. but great doe make vs ſore agaſt. Mother the griefe y• galles your heart come whiſper in mine eare. The name of Mother is to proude a name for me to beare, Importing puiſſant power too much: the fancy of my minde It doth , a baſer name of leſſe renowne to finde. Mee (if thou pleaſe) Hippolytus thy Louing Siſter call. Or wayting Maide, and rather ſo: no drudgry ſpare I ſhall, If thou through thicke and thin in ſnowes to trauaile me deſire, Or elſe commaunde mee for to runne through Coales of flaming fire, Or ſet my foote on Pidus froſen Rocks, it yrkes mee not. Or if thou will me raſhly runne thorow ſcorching fire hot, Or rauening routes of ſaluage beaſtes I will not ſlowly reſt, With gory Launce of naked blade my bowels to vnbreſt. Theſe Ringdomes left to mee in charge weild thou of them the ſway, And take mee as thy humble Mate, it fits mee to ay, And thee to giue commaundement, it is no womans ſeate, To claime her Title to the Crowne, to raigne in Parents ſeate. Thou flouriſhing amid the pryde of luſty youthfull race Supply a valiant Prynees roome with Fathers golden Mace, Protect thy humble ſuppliant, defend thy lowly Maide Embraſt in mercies boſome, at thy Feete ſo meekelylayde. Take pitty on a ſtely Widdowes wo, and wretched plight.