Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 17 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And I do know, what uncouth luck upon our stock hath light, The thing that we should shun, we seek, it is not in my might To rule myself: through burning fire e'en after thee I shall, Through raging Seas, & craggy Rocks, through fleeting Rivers all, Which boiling waters ruffling raise, what way so go thou will, I bedlam Wight with frantic fits will follow, follow still. O stately Lord before thy feet yet fall I once again. Do not with shameless fawning Paws my spotless body stain. What meaneth this? with hawsing me t'embrace she doth begin: Draw, draw my sword, with stripes deserved I'll pay her on the skin: Her hair about my left hand wound, her head I backward write, No blood Diana better spent thine Altar yet hath dyde. Hippolytus, now dost thou grant to me mine own desire, Thou cools my ramping rage, this is much more than I require, That saving thus mine honesty I may be given to death, By bloody stroke received of thy band to lose my breath. avaunt, avaunt, preserve thy life, at my hand nothing crave, This field Sword that thou hast touched no longer will I have. What bathing lukewarm Tanais may I defiled obtain, Whose cleansing watery Channel pure may wash me clean again? Or what Meotis muddy mere, with rough Barbarian wave That boards on Pontus roaring Sea? not Neptune grandsire grave With all his Ocean folding flood can purge and wash away This dunghill foul of sin: O wood, O savage beast I say: Thy crime detected is: O soul, why droops thou all aghast? Let us appeach Hippolytus with fault upon him cast: And let us lay unto his charge, how he by might unjust Deflower would his Fathers Wife with mischief, mischief must Concealed be: the best it is, thy foe first to invade, Sith that the crime is yet unknown who can be witness made, That either first we enterprised, or suffered of him then? Come, come, in haste Athenians, O troops of trusty men Help, help, Hippolytus doth come, he comes, that Villain vile, That Ravisher, and Lecher foul, perforce would us defile. He threatens us denouncing death, and glittering Blade doth shake, At her who chastened doth withstand, and doth for terror quake: Lo headlong hence for life and death he took him to his flight, And leaves his Sword in running rash, with ghastly fear affright: A token of his enterprise detestable we keep, Sirs cherish her, that storming sighs with pensive breast doth weep. Her ruffled hair, and shattered Locks still let them dangle down, This witness of his villainy so bear into the Town. (O Lady mine be of good cheer. Pluck up your sprights again,) Why dost thou tearing thus thyself abhor all people's sight? Not blind Mischance but fancy wont to make a shameless Wight.
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And I doe know, what vncouth luck vpon our ſtock hath light, The thing that we ſhould ſhun, we ſeeke, it is not in my might To rule my ſelfe: through burning fire eunne after the I ſhall, Through raging Seas, & craggy Rocks, through fleeting Ryuers all, Which boyling waters ruffling rayſe, what way ſo goe thou will, I bedlem Wight with frantick fits will follow, follow ſtill. O ſtately Lorde before thy feete yet fall I once agayne. Doe not with ſhameleſſe fawning Pawes my ſpotleſſe body ſtaine. What meaneth this? with hawſing mee t'imbrace ſhe doth begin: Draw, draw my ſword, with ſtripes deſeru'de Ile pay her on the ſkin: Her hayre about my left hand wound, her head I backward wrie, No bloud Diana better ſpent thine Aulter yet hath dyde. Hippolytus, now doſt thou graunt to mee mine owne deſire, Thou cooles my ramping rage, this is much more than I require, That ſauing thus mine honeſty I may be geuen to death, By bloudy ſtroake receiued of thy band to looſe my breath. Auaunt, auaunt, preſerue thy lyfe, at my hand nothing craue, This field Sword that thou haſt toucht no longer will I haue. What bathing lukewarme Tanais may I defilde obtaine, Whoſe clenſing watry Channell pure may waſhe mee cleane againe? Or what Meotis muddy mare, with rough Barbarian waue That boardes on Pontus roring Sea? not Neptune graundſire graue With all his Ocean foulding floud can purge and waſh away This dunghill foule of ſinne: O woode, O ſaluage beaſt I ſay: Thy crime detected is: O ſoule, why droupes thou all agaſt? Let vs appeach Hippolytus with fault vpon him caſt: And let vs lay vnto his charge, how he by might vniuſt Deflowre would his Fathers Wyfe with miſchiefe, miſchiefe muſt Concealed bee: the beſt it is, thy foe firſt to inuade, Sith that the crime is yet vnknowne who can be witneſſe made, That either firſt wee enterpriſde, or ſuffred of him then? Come, come, in haſt Athenians, O troupes of truſty men Help, help, Hippolytus doth come, hee comes, that Villaine vile, That Rauiſher, and Lecher foule, perforce woulde vs defile. Hee threatens vs denouncing death, and glittering Blade doth ſhake, At her who chaſtly doth withſtand, and doth for terrour quake: Lo headlong hence for life and death hee tooke him to his flight, And leaues his Sword in running raſh, with gaſtly feare afright: A token of his enterpriſe deteſtable wee keepe, Sirs cheariſh her, that ſtorming ſighes with penſiue breaſt doth weepe. Her ruffled hayre, and ſhattred Locks ſtill let them daggle downe, This witneſſe of his villany ſo beare into the Towne. (O Lady mine be of good cheare. Plucke vp your ſprights againe,) Why doſt thou tearing thus thy ſelfe abhorre all peoples ſight? Not blinde Miſchaunce but fancy wont to make aſhameleſſe Wight.