Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 22 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 · 486 words
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This frantic fury up and down comes of the warlike Dames, To hate the loyal leagues of love, and shunning long the use Of Cupid's camp, with tag, and rag, her body to abuse, Become as good as ever twanged: O detestable kind, No better Soil by any means can change thy filthy mind. The brutish beasts themselves do Ioath th'abuse which Venus draws, And simple shamefastness itself observeth Nature's laws: Where is the brag of Majesty, and feigned portly grace Of manly mind, that hateth new, and old things doth embrace? O double dealing life, thou cloaks deceitful thoughts in breast, And settest out a forehead fair where frounced mind doth rest: The saucy Jack with bashful brow doth malapertness hide: The rashness of the desperate Dick by stillness is unspied. With show of right religion knaves villainy maintain, And guileful meal-mouthed Gentlemen do hold with speaking plain: The dainty wanton Carpet Knights of hardness boast and prate, That Woodraunger, that brainsick beast who lived in chaste estate An undefiled bachelor thou rude and homely clown, Thus dost thou watch thy time, to breed this blot in my renown? To make me Cuckold first of all did it delight thy mind, First falling to thy spousal sport with mischief most unkind, Now, now, to thee supernal Ioue most hearty thanks I yield, That with my first Antiope to dreary death I quelled, That gone to dampish Stygian Dens I left thee not behind Thy Mother: go, go Vagabond range, range, about to find Strange foreign soils, and outcast lands aloof at world his end, And Isles enclosed with th'Ocean flood to hell thy soul shall send: Beneath among th'Antipodes thyself of harbouring sped, Though in the utmost lurking nook, thou shroud thy miching head, Above the grisly Palaces thou climb of lofty pole, Or mayst above the clottering Snow advance thy cursed Soul, Beyond the brunt of Winter flaws and threatening rigour pass And stormy wrath with rumbling rough of icy Boreas, With pengeance, vengeance violent fast hurling after thee, With daunting plagues and pestilence thy sins shall scourged be. For life and death, about the world in every lurking hole. O fugitive I shall not cease still to pursue thy soul. But seek and search for thee I shall in lands that lie afar, All corners blind and caves shut up, Dens locked with bolt and bar, A thousand ways unpassable no place shall me withstand. My cursings black shall light on thee there where revenging hand With weapon can not work ye harm: thou knowest that Neptune great My Sire who floats on floods, & waves, with forked Mace doth beat Give licence freely unto me three bones to choose and crave, Which willingly the God hath grant, and sworn I shall it have Protesting ugsome Stygian Lake, and hallowed hath his vow: O breaker of the wrestling waves, avouch thy promise now.
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This frantick fury vp and downe comes of the warlicke Dames, To hate the loyall leagues of loue, and ſhunning long the vſe Of Cupids campe, with tag, and rag, her body to abuſe, Become as good as euer twangd: O deteſtable kinde, No better Soyle by any meanes can chaunge thy filthy minde. The brutiſh beaſts themſelues doe Ioath th'abuſe which Venus drawes, And ſimple ſhamefaſtneſſe it ſelfe obſerueth Natures lawes: Where is the brag of Maieſty, and fayned portly grace Of manly minde, that hateth new, and olde things doth embrace? O double dealing life, thou clokes deceiptful thoughtes in breſt, And ſetteſtout a forhead fayre where frounced mynd doth reſt: The ſaucie Iacke with baſhful brow doth malipiertnes hide: The raſhnes of the deſpret Dicke by ſtilneſſe is vnſpide. With ſhow of right religion knaues villany mayntayne, And guileful mealemouthd Gentlemen do hold with ſpeaking playne: The daynty wanton Carpet Knights of hardnes boaſt and prate, That Woodraunger, that brainſicke beaſt who liu'd in chaſt eſtate An vndefyled Bachiler thou rude and homely clowne, Thus doſt thou watch thy tyme, to breede this blot in my renowne? To make me Cuckold firſt of all did it delyght thy mynd, Firſt falling to thy ſpouſall ſport with miſchiefe moſt vnkind, Now, now, to thee ſupernal Ioue moſt hearty thankes I yeeld, That with my firſt Antiope to dreary death I quelde, That gone to dampiſh Stygian Dennes I left thee not behynd Thy Mother: go, go Vagabond rawnge, rawnge, about to finde Straunge forraine ſoyles, and outcaſt landes aloofe at world his end, And Iles encloſd with th'Ocean floud to hell thy ſoule ſhall ſend: Beneath among th'Antipodes thy ſelfe of harbring ſped, Though in the vtmoſt lurking nooke, thou ſhroude thy miching heade, Aboue the griſly Pallaces thou climbe of lofty Poale, Or maiſt aboue the clottring Snow aduaunce thy curſed Soule, Beyond the brunt of Winter flawes and threatning rigour paſſe And ſtormy wrath with rumbling rough of yſſe Boreas, With pengeance, vengeance violent faſt hurling after thee, With daunting plagues and peſtilence thy ſinnes ſhal ſcourged bee. For life and death, about the world in euery lurking hoale. O fugitiue I ſhal not ceaſe ſtil to purſue thy ſoule. But ſeeke and ſearch for thee I ſhall in landes that lye a farre, Al corners blynd and caues ſhut vp, Dennes lockt with bolt and barre▪ A thouſand wayes vnpaſſable no place ſhal me withſtand. My curſinges blacke ſhal light on thee there where reuenging hande With weapon cā not worke y• harme: thou knoweſt that Neptuue great My Syre who flotes on floudes, & waues, with forked Mace doth beat Geue licence freely vnto me three boones to chuſe and craue, Which willingly the God hath graunt, and ſworne I ſhal it haue Proteſting vgſome Stygian Lake, and hallowed hath his vow: O breaker of the wraſtling waues, auouch thy promiſe now.