Hercules Oetaeus (Hercules on Mount Oeta) (Seneca's Tenth Tragedy) · chunk 25 of 44
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Away she runs aghast: ay me, she hath fulfilled her mind, For purposed she was to die and now remains my will For to prevent her that by force herself she shall not kill O mice rabble pretty, if I my mother save. I sin against my father then, but if unto the grave I let her go, then toward her a trespass soul there lies. And thus (alas) on either side great mischief doth aries, And needs her purpose must be stayed I'll hie and take in hand To stop her desperate enterprise and mischief to withstand. full true the ditty is That holy ORPHEUS sang, On Thracian harp with sound whereof the Rocks of Rodop rang, That nothing is created For ever to endure. Dame Nature's birds each on must stoop when death throws out the lure. The head with Crispen locks, or golden hairs full: In time hath borne an hoary bush, or been a naked skull. And that which tract of time doth bring out of the grain, Old Saturn sharps his sith at length to reap it down again. Though PHOEBUS rise at morn, with glistering rays full proud, He runs his race, and ducketh down at length in foggy Cloud. Tooth Gaetan's ORPHEUS sang such kind of melody. And how the gods themselves were bound to laws of destiny. The God that doth the year. By equal parts dispose, How fatal web in every climb are daily spun he shows. For all things made of mould The ground again will gape, As Hercles' preacheth plain by proof that nothing can escape. For shortly shall ensue Discharge of Nature's Law And out of hand the glooming day of doom shall onward draw Then all that lies within The scorching Lybic climb, The pole antarctic of the South. shall overwhelm in time. pole arctic of the North Shall jumble, all that lies Within the axle-tree, whereon, dry Boreas blazing flies The shivering Sun in Heaven Shall lose his fading light The Palace of the frames of Heavens shall run to ruin quite. And all these blockish Gods Some kind of Death shall quell, And in confused CHAOS blind they shall for ever dwell, And after ruin made Of Goblin, hag, and Elf, Death shall bring final destiny, at last upon itself. Where shall be then bestowed The world so huge a mass, The beaten high way unto hell is like away to pass, To lead unto the Heavens That shall be laid flat: The space between the Heaven and earth, enough think ye is that? Or is it not to much For worldly miseries: Where may such heaps of sins be lodged what place above the skies? Remains, but that the sea With Heaven and lowest Hell, Three Kingdoms cast in one are like within one roof to dwell. But hark what roaring cry, Thus beats my fearful ear But lo it's Hercules that yells 'tis Hercules I hear.
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Away ſhe runnes agaſt: aye me, ſhee hath fullylde her mynd, For purpoſed ſhe was to dye and now remaynes my wil For to preuent her that by force her ſelfe ſhe ſhall not kill O miſe rable prety, if I my mother aue. I ſim a gaynſt my father then, but if vnto the graue I let hr goe, then toward her a treſpas ſoule there lyes. And thus (alas) on eyther ſyde great miſchiefe doth aries, And needes her purpoſe muſt be ſtayde Ile hie and take in hand To ſtop her deſpret enterpryſe and miſchiefy to withſtand. FVll true the dytty is That holy ORPHEVS ſang, On Thracian harpe with ſounde whereof the Rocks of Rodop rang, That nothing is creat For euer to endure. Dame Natures byrdes each on muſt ſtoupe when death throwes out the lure. The head wyth Criſpen lockes, or goulden hayres full: In time hath borne an hoary bush, or bin a naked ſcull. And that which tract of time doth bring out of the grayne, Olde SATVRNE sharps his Syth at length to reape it downe agayne. Though PHOEBVS ryſe at morne, with glistring rayes full proude, Hee runnes his race, and ducketh downe at length in foggy Clowde. Toth Gaetans ORPHEVS ſang ſuch kinde of melody. And how the gods themſelues were bounde to lawes of destiny. The God that doth the yeare. By egall partes diſpoſe, Howe fatall webbe in euery clyme are dayly ſpunne he showes. For all thinges made of moulde The grounde agayne will gape, As Hercles preacheth playne by proofe that nothing can eſcape. For ſhortly shall enſue Diſcarge of Natures Lawe And out of hande the gloming daye of doome shall onwarde drawe Then all that lies within The ſcorching Libicke clyme, The poale antarticke of the South. shall ouerwhelme in tyme. Poale articke of the North Shall iumble, all that lyes VVithin the Axeltree, whereon, drye BORES blaſinge flyes The shiuerynge Sunne in Heauen Shall leeſe his fadyng lighte The Pallace of the frames of Heauens shall runne to ruin quight. And all theſe blockiſh Gods Some kynd of Death ſhall quell, And in confuſed CHAOS blynde they ſhall for euer dwell, And after ruin made Of Goblin, Hegge, and Elfe, Death shall bringe finall destenye, at last vppon it ſelfe. VVhere shall be then beſtowde The world ſo huge a maſſe, The beaten hye way vnto hell is like away to paſſe, To leade vnto the Heauens That shall be layed flatt: The ſpace betwene the Heauen and earth, inough thinke ye is that? Or is it not to much For worldly miſeryes: VVher may ſuch heaps of ſinnes be lodgd what place aboue the ſkyes? Remaynes, but that the ſea VVith Heauen and lowest Hell, Three Kingdomes caſt in one are like within one roofe to dwell. But hark what roaring crye, Thus beates my fearefull eare But lo its Hercules that yelles tis Hercules I heare.