Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 26 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 518 words
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Thy Son flat falling on his Face, his body fast was bound, Entangled in the winding ropes, the more he strives to lose The slipping knots, he faster sticks within the sliding noose. The Horses do perceive the broil: and with the wagon light. While none there is to rule the Reins, with skittish fear affright At random out they ramping run, (even as the Welkin high The Cart that missed his wonted weight, disdaining in the Sky The dreary day that falsely was commit unto the Sun, From off the fiery Marble pole that down askew doth run, Flang Phaeton topsy-turvy tossed) his blood begdres the ground: And dinged against the rugged Rocks his head doth oft rebound: The brambles rent his haled hair: the edged flinty stones, The beauty batter of his Face, and break his crashing bones: At Mouth his blaring tongue hangs out with squeezed eyen out dashed, His jaws & Skull do crack, abroad his spurting Brains are pashed, His cursed beauty thus defoiled with many wounds is spent: The jotting Wheels do grind his guts, and drenched sims they rent. At length a Stake with Truncheon burned his ripped Paunch hath caught, From rived groin toth' Navel stead within his womb it raught: The Cart upon his Master paused against the ground crushed, The Fellies stuck within the wounds, and out at length they rush: So both delay and masters limbs are broke by stress of Wheels: His draggling guts then trail about the wincing horses heels. They thumping with their horny Hooves against his Belly kick, From bursten Paunch on heaps his bloody bowels tumble thick: The scratting briars on the Brakes with needle pointed pricks His gory Carcase all to raze with spells of thorny sticks And of his flesh each ragged shrub a gub doth snatch and rent, His men (a mourning troop God knows) with brackish tears besprent Do stray about the field, whereas Hippolytus was tore: A piteous sign is to be seen by tracing long of gore: His howling Dogs their masters limbs with licking follow still: The earnest toil of woeful Wights can not the coars up fill, By gathering up the gobbets spersed and broken lumps of flesh. Is this the flaunting bravery that comes of beauty fresh? Who in his Father's Empire erst, did reign as princely Pear The Heir apparent to the Crown, and shone in honour clear, Like to the glorious Stars of Heaven, his Limbs in pieces small Are gathered to his fatal Grave, and swept to funeral. O Nature that prevail'st too much, (alas) how dost thou bind with bonds of blood the parent's breast? how love we thee by kind? Maugre our Teeth whom gullty eke we would have rest of breath? And yet lamenting with my tears I do bewail thy death. None can lament with honesty that which he wished destroyed. The hugiest heap of woes by this I think to be enjoyed, When flickering Fortune's cursed wheel doc cause us cry alas, To rue the wrack of things which erst we wished brought to pass.
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Thy Son flat falling on his Face, his body faſt was bound, Entangled in the winding ropes, the more he ſtriues to looſe The ſlipping knots, he faſter ticks within the ſding nooſe. The Horſes doe perceyue the broyle: and with the Waggon light. While none there is to rule the Raynes, with ſkitiſh feare afright At randon out they ramping runne, (euen as the Welkin hye The Cart that miſt his woonted waight, diſdayning in the Skye The dreery day that falſely was commit vnto the Sun, From off the fiery Marble Poale that downe a ſkew doth run, Flang Phaeton topſe toruey toſt) his bloud begdres the ground: And dingd agaynſt the rgged Rocks his head doth oft rebound: The brambles rent his haled hayre▪ the edged flinty ſtones, The beauty batter of his Face, and breake his craſhing bones: At Mouth his blaring tongue hangs out with ſqueaſed eyne out daſht, His Iawes & Skull doe crack, abrode his ſpurting Braynes are paſht, His curſed beauty thus defoylde with many wounds is ſpent: The iotting Wheeles do grinde his guts, and drenched ſims they rent. At length a Stake wt Trūchion burnt his ripped Paūch hath caught, From riued Grine toth Nauell ſtead within his wombe it raught: The Cart vpon his Maiſter pawſde agaynſt the ground ycruſht, The Fellies ſtuck within the wounds, and out at length they ruſh: So both delay and Maiſters limbs are broke byſtreſſe of Wheeles: His dragling guts then trayle about the wincing horſes heeles. They thumping with their horny Hooues agaynſt his Belly kick, From burſten Paunch on heaes his blouddy bowells tumble thick: The ſcratting Bryers on the Brakes with needle poynted pricks His gory Carkas all to race with ſpelles of thorny ſticks And of his fleſh ech ragged ſhrub a gub doth ſnatch and rent, His men (a mourning troupe God knowes) with brackiſh teares eſprēt Doe ſtray about the fielde, whereas Hippolytus was tore: A piteous ſigne is to bee ſeene by tracing long of gore: His howling Dogges their Maiſters limmes with licking follow ſtill: The earneſt toyle of woful Wights can not the coars vp fill, By gathering vp the gobbets ſparſt and broken lumps of fleſh. Is this the flanting brauery that comes of beauty freſh? Who in his Fathers Empyre earſt, did raigne as pryncely Peare The Heyre apparant to the Crowne, and ſhone in honour cleare, Lyke to the glorious Stars of Heauen, his Limmes in piecs ſmall Are gathred to his fatall Graue, and ſwept to funerall. O Nature that preuaylſte too much, (alas) how doſt thou binde Whyth bonds of bloud the Parents breaſt? how loue wethe by kinte? Maugre our Teeth whom gullty ecke we would haue reſt of breath? And yet lamenting with my teares I doe bewayle thy death. None can lament with honeſty that which he wiſht deſtroyde. The hugiſt heape of woes by this I thinke to be enioyde, When flickering Fortunes curſed wheele doc cauſe vs cry alas, To rue the wrack of things which carſt wee wiſhed brought to paſſe.