Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 24 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 · 484 words
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O Heavy hap and cruel chance of Servants slavish state, Why am I Post to bring the news of this ill-favoured fate? Be not abashed the ruthful wrack with courage to declare: My breast against the brunt of broils still armed I prepare, My faltering tongue doth speech unto my glutting grief deny. Our stock with sorrow shaken sore what cares do crush escry. Hippolytus (ay woe is me) is slain by doleful death. Now Father do I know my Son bereaved of his breath, For why the lecher life is lost: show in what sort he died. In all post haste as fugitive to shun the Town he hide Once having caught his cutting course apace he scuds away, His prancing Palfreys strait he doth with collar's close array: With curbed bits their snaffled heads at will he bridles in, Then talking much unto himself to curse he doth begin His native soil: alas dear Father, Father still he cries: And angry lasheth with his whip, while lose his Bridle lies: Then suddenly a hugy swollen 'gan swell amid the deep, And starteth up into the stars no pipling wind doth sweep Along the Seas in Heaven so lithe no noise at all there was: The Seas full calm even as their kindly Tide doth drive them, pass. Nor yet no boisterous Southern wind the Sycill sand turmoils. Nor yet with foamy ramping surge the raging gulf up boils, Heaved up by Western puffs: whenas the rocks with flapping flash Do shake and drowned Lucates clive the hoary foam doth dash. The tumbling waves together tossed on hills are heaped high, The swelling swollen with Monster much to land aloof doth fly, Nor only shaken ships in Seas do suffer wrack hereby: The land in hazard lies of storms a weltering wave is cold In tottering wise a wallowing gulf with winding compass fold, Drives down I know not what withal: a flat uprising new An head above the water brim doth raise the Stars to view. In foggy cloud eclipsed is Apollo's dusky gleed, And Scyros' Rocks whom Trump of Fame advanced by dreary deed Corynthus eke whom double Sea on either side assail: While greatly we agriesh▪ these things do languishing bewail, The belching Seas yell out the grunting Rocks with all do roar: The slabby clive doth reek, fro whence the water ebbed before, It froths, and keeping course by course it spews the waters out, As doth Physeter fish (that flits the Ocean Coast about) And gulping doth from yawning throat his floods of water spout. The shaken surge did totter straight and broke itself in twain: With wrack (more violent than we did fear) it rushed awane Against the shore, beyond the banks it breaks into the land: And hideous Monster follows: these for fear did quaking stand What shape that uncouth Monster had and body vast declare.
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O Heauy happe and cruell chaunce of Seruantes ſlauiſh ſtate, Why am I Poaſt to bring the newes of this il faord fate? Be not abaſht the ruthful wracke with courage to declare: My breaſt agaynſt the brunt of broyles ſtil armed I prepare, My foltring tongue doth ſpeach vnt my glutting griefe denye. Our ſtocke with ſorrow ſhuken ſore what cares do cruſh eſcrie. Hippolytus (ay woe is me) is ſlayne by doleful death. Now Father do I know my Sonne bereaued of his breath, For why the Leacher life is loſt: ſhew in what ſort he dide. In all poaſt haſt as fugitiue to ſhunne the Towne he hyde Once hauing caught his cutting courſe apace he ſcuddes away, His prauncing Pelfrayes ſtraite he doth with Collers cloſe araye: With curbed bittes their ſaffled heads at wil he brydles in, Then talking much vnto himſelfe to curſe he doth beginne▪ His natiue ſoyle: alas deare Father, Father ſtil he cryes: And angry laſheth with his whip, whyle looſe his Bridle lies: Then ſodenly a hugy ſwolue gan ſwel amid the deepe, And ſtarteth vp into the ſtarres no pipling wind doth ſweepe Along the Seas in Heauen ſo lith no noyſe at all there was: The Seas ful calme euen as their kindly Tyde doth driue them, paſſe. Nor yet no boyſterous Southerne wynd the Sycill ſand turmoyles. Nor yet with fomie ramping ſurge the raging gulph vp boyles, Heaude vp by Weſterne puffes: when as the rockes with flappyng flaſh Do ſhake and drownd Lucates cliue the hoary fome doth daſh. The tombling waues togeather toſt on hils are heaped hie, The ſwelling ſwolue with Monſter much to land alofe doth flye, Nor only ſhaken ſhips in Seas do ſuer wracke hereby: The land in hazard lyes of ſtormes a waltring waue is old In otring wiſe a wallowing gulph with winding compas fold, Driues downe I know not what withall: a flat vpriſyng new An head aboue the water brim doth rayſe the Starres to vew. In foggie cloud eclipſed is Apollos duſky gleede, And Scyros Rocks whom Trumpe of Fame aduaunſt by dreary deede Corynthus eake whom double Sea on eyther ſide aſſayle: While greatly we agrieſh▪ theſe thinges do languiſhing bewayle, The belking Seas yell out the grunting Rockes with all do rore▪ The ſlabby Cliue doth eke, fro whence the water ebde before, It frothes, and keping courſe by courſe it ſpwes the waters out, As doth Phyſeter fiſh (that flittes the Ocean Coaſt about) And gulping doth from yawning throat his flouds of water ſpote. The ſhaken ſurge did tottre ſtrayte and brake it ſelfe in twayne: With wracke (more violent then wee did feare) it ruſht awayne Agaynſt the ſhore, beyond the bankes it breakes into the land: And hideous Monſter followes: theſe for feare did quaking ſtand What ſhape that vncouth Monſter had and body vaſt declare.