Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 15 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
The God that reigns aloft, forbid such luckless lot to light. My Father Theseus safe in health will straight return again. The lowering Lord that deep in strong infernal gail do reign, And damned up always to pass from Stygian Puddle glum, Whereby to breathing bodies left alone the ground to come, Shall he let scape the Cloyner of his joys from spousal bed, Unless that Pluto's fancy fond by doting love be led: The righteous Gods will make for him a right returning way. But while through fear our wavering wills in hovering Balance sway, Upon my brethren will I cast a due and earnest care, And thee defend: believe not that in widows plight ye are: And I myself will unto the supply my Father's place, O Love (alas) of credit light, O Love of flickering Face, Is this enough that he hath said? entreatance will I try, Dear child rue on my wretched woe, do not my suit deny, That lurking close doth couch in secret mourning breast of me, feign would I speak: yet loath I am. What mischief may this be? Such mischief as ye would not think, could light in Mother's mind. With mumbling voice perplexed ye waste your words against the wind. A vapour hot, and Love do glow within my bedlam breast: It raging rank no inward juice undried leaves in rest: The sir sonk in scalded guts through every vain doth fry, And smothering close in seething blood as flashing flame doth fly, With eager sweeping sway along up burning beams on high. Enamoured thus with Love entiere of Theseus dost thou rage? even so it is: the lovely looks of Theseus' former age Which he a sweet well-favoured Boy did bear with comely grace, When pretty dapper cutted Beard on clear complexioned Face 'gan sprout, on naked Chin, when he the kennels clottered blood Beheld of mongrel Minotaur, and crooking Maze withstood By groping long untwined threads the beams of beauty bright That shone then in his Face, his crispen locks with labels bite, Smooth stroked lay, his scarlet Cheeks by nature painted bright Powdered with spots of golden gloss, and sharp assaults of Love Prevailed in his fleshly arms: what grace doth shine above In the Diana's Face, or fiery crested Phoebus mine, Or else in comely countenance of this lovely face of thine, Such Theseus had when Ariadne's Eye he did delight: Thus portly pacing did he bear his noble head upright. It is no counterfeited gloss that shineth in thy Face, In thee appears thy manly Fathers starve and lowering Grace. Thy Mother's crabbed countenance cake resembled in some part Puts in full well a seemliness, to please the looker's heart. The Scythian awful Majesty with Greekish favour sweet Appears: if thou had with thy Sire attempt the Seas of Crete, (One of those seven from Athens sent elect by luckless lot To pay such bloody tribute, which King Minos of them got. The ravening and bloodthirsty Minotaurus foul to feed)
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The God that raignes aloft, forbid ſuch luckleſſe lot to light. My Father Theſeus ſafe in health will ſtraight returne againe. The lowring Lord that deepe in ſtrōg infernall Gaile doe raigne, And damned vp alwayes to paſſe from Stygian Puddle glum, Whereby to breathing bodies left alone the ground to cum, Shall he let ſcape the Cloyner of his ioyes from ſpouſall bed, Vnleſſe that Plutos fancy fond by doting loue be led: The righteous Gods will make for him a right retourning way. But while through feare our wauering wils in houering Baliāce ſway, Vpon my brethren will I caſt a due and earneſt care, And thee defend: beleue not that in Widdowes plight yee are: And I my ſelfe will vnto the ſupply my Fathers place, O Loue (alas) of credit light, O Loue of flickring Face, Is this inough that hee hath ſayd? entreatance will I try, Deare chylde ue on my wretched woe, doe not my ſuite deny, That lurcking cloſe doth couch in ſecret mourning breaſt of mee, Faine would I ſpeake: yet loth I am. What miſchiefe may this bee? Such miſchief as ye would not think, could light in Mothers minde. With mūbling voyce perplext yee waſte your words againſt y• winde. A vapor hoate, and Loue doe glow within my bedlem breſt: It raging ranke no inwarde iuyce vndried leaues in reſt: The ſer ſonk in ſkalded guts through euery vayne doth frie, And ſmothering cloſe in ſeething bloud as flaſhing flame doth flie, With egar ſweeping ſway along vp burning beames on hie. Enamorde thus with Loue entiere of Theſeus doſt thou rage? Euen ſo it is: the louely lookes of Theſeus former age Which hee a ſweete welfauorde Boy did beare with comly grace, When prety dapper cutted Beard on cleare complexiode Face Gan ſproute, on naked Chin, when hee the kennels clottred bloode Beheld of mongrell Minotaur, and crooking Maze withſtoode By groping long vntwined thredes the beames of beawty bright That ſhone th his Face, his riſpen lockes with labels bight, Smooth ſtroked lay, his ſcarlet Cheekes by nature paincted bright Pouldred with ſpots of golden gloſſe, and ſharpe aſſaults of Loue Preuayled in his fleſhly armes: what grace doth ſhine aboue In the Dianaes Face, or fiery creſted Phoebus myne, Or elſe in comely count'naunce of this louely face of thine, Such Theſeus had when Ariadnaes Eye he did delight: Thus portly pacing did he biare his noble head vpright. It is no counterfeyted gloſſe that ſhineth in thy Face, In thee appeares thy manly Fathers ſterue and lowring Grace. Thy Mothers crabbed count'naunce cake reſembled in ſome part Puts in full well a ſeemelyneſſe, to pleaſe the Lookers hart. The Scythian awfull Maieſty with Greekiſh fauour ſweete Appeares: if thou had with thy Syre attempt the Seas of Creete, (One of thoſe ſeauen from Athens ſent elect by luckleſſe lot To pay ſuch bloudy tribute, which King Minos of them got. The rauening and bloudthirſty Minotaurus fowle to feede)