Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 23 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 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Let never more Hippolytus behold th'eclipsed light, And for the Father's wrathful rage the cursed child down smite, To wail among the ghastly sprites o Father bend thy might, To give (alas) this loathsome aid unto thy needy Son, I of thy Majesty divine exact not to be done. This chiefest bone, till puissant poise of ills do us oppress: In bottom deep of boiling Tartar pit, and sore distress, In grisly limbo jaws nigh gargle-faced Ditis dim, Amid the crumpled threatening brows of Hellick Pluto grim, To claim thy promise made to me, as then I did refrain, Now Sire thy faith by promise due perform to me again. Yet dost thou stay, why rumble not the weltering waves yet bushed, Through foggy cloud in dusky skits with stormy blasts outrushed. Unfold the mantle black of Night, and roll away the Skies, Enforce the fighting floods burst out with mounting waves to rise. And conjure up the water hags that in the Rocks do keep, The Ocean surges swelling him cast up from bottom deep. O Nature grandam great of Heavenly Sprites, eke Ioue that guides Olimpus mighty sway, That rakes the race of twinkling heavenvly lights On spinning Sphere and order dost for aye The straggling course of roaming planets high, And wields about the whirling axle-tree The weltering poles, th'eternal course of Sky To keep in frame, what works such care in thee That erst the cold which hoary winter makes unclothes the naked wood, and now again shades return unto the briary brakes Now doth the star of Summer Lion reign, Whose scalded neck with boiling heat doth fry, parbraking flames from fiery foaming jaws: With scorching heat the parched corn do dry: Each season so his kindly course in draws. But thou that wields these things of massy might, By whom the hugy world with equal poise Even Balanced doth keep in compass right, Each Sphere by measured weight that justly sways, Alas why dost thou bear a reckless breast Toward mankind? not casting any care That wicked men with mischief be oppressed, And eke to see that goodmen well do fare Dame Fortune topsy-turvy turns at will The world, and deals her dole with blinded hand, And fosters vice maintaining mischief ill. Foul lust triumphs on good men brought in band Deceit in stately Court the sway doth wield, In Lordings lewd the vulgar sort delight, With glee to such the Mace of might they yield. Some magistrates they do both love and spite, And pensive virtue brought to bitter bale, Receives reward that doth of right arise, The continent to Prison need doth hale, The lecher reigns enhanced by his vice. O fruitless shame, O counterfeited port. But what news may this messenger now bring, Who with main pace comes posting in this sort, And stays with mourning countenance at the King.
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Let neuer more Hippolitus behold th'eclipſed light, And for the Fathers wrathful rage the curſed child downe ſmight, To wale among the gaſtly ſrites o Father bend thy might, To giue (alas) this lothſome ayde vnto thy needy Sonne, I of thy Maieſty deuyne exact not to be donne. This chiefeſt bone, til puiſſant payſe of ylles do vs oppreſſe: In bottom deepe of boylyng Tartar pit, and ſore diſtreſſ, In griſly Lymbo Iawes nigh garglefaced Ditis dimme, Amid the crumpled threatning browes of Hellick Pluto grim, To claime thy promiſe made to mee, as then I didde refrayne, Now Syre thy fayth by promiſe due perfourme to me agayne. Yet doſt thou ſtay why rumble not the waltring waues yet buſht, Through foggy cloude in duſky ſkits with ſtormy blaſtes utruſht. Vnfold the mantel blacke of Night, and roll away the Skies, Enforce the fighting floods braſt out with mounting waues to ryſe▪ And coniure vp the water hagges that in the Rockes do keepe, The Ocean ſurges ſwellyng hi caſt vp from bottom deepe. O Nature Grandame greate of Heauenly Sprites, Eake Ioue that guides Olimpus mighty ſway, That rakes the race of twinckling heauēly lightes On ſpinning Spheare and order doſt for aye The ſtragling courſe of roaming planets hie, And weildes about the whirling Axeltree The weltring Poales, th'eternal courſe of Skie To keepe in frame, what workes ſuch care in thee That earſt the cold which hoary winter makes Vnclothes the naked wood, and now agayne Theſh ades returne vnto the breary brakes Now doth the ſtarre of Sommer Lion raygne, VVhoſe ſcalded necke with boyling heate doth frie, Perbraking flames from fiery oming iawes: VVith ſcorching heate the parched corne do drie: Ech ſeaſon ſo his kindly courſe in drawes. But thou that weildes theſe thinges of maſſy might, By whom the hugy world with egal payſe Euen Ballanced doth keepe in compaſſe right, Each Spheare by meaſurd weight that iuſtly ſwaiſe, Alas why doſt thou beare a retc les breaſt Toward mankind? not caſting any care That wicked men with miſchiefe be oppreſt, And eake to ſee that goodmen wel do fare Dame Fortune topſieturuy turnes at wil The world, and deales her dole with blinded hand, And foſters vice mayntayning miſchiefe ill. Fowle luſt triumphes on good men brought in band Deceipt in ſtately Court the ſway doth weild, In Lordinges levvde the vulgar ſort delight, With glee to ſuch the Mace of might they yeeld. Some magiſtrates they do both loue and ſpight, And peniue vertue brought to bitter bale, Receyues revvard that doth of right aryſe, The continent to Priſon neede doth hale, The Leacher raygnes enhaunced by his vice. O fruitles ſhame, O counterfayted port. But vvhat nevves may this meſſenger novv bring, Who vvith maine pace comes poaſting in this ſort, And ſtayes vvith mourning countnance at the Kinge.