Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 3 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1560 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.75 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
I follow thee: through all this house now rage and fury throw. Let them be driven so, and so let either thirst to see Each others blood. full well hath ●…elte the coming in of thee This house: and all with wicked touch of the begun to quake. Enough it is. repair again to dens and loathsome lake, Of flood well known. the sadde●… soil with heavy foot of thine Aggrieved is. seest thou from springs how waters do decline And inward sink? or how the banks lie void by droughty heat? And hotter blast of fiery wind the fewer clouds doth beat? The trees be spoyllde, and naked stand to sight in withered woodds, The barren bows whose fruits are fled: the land between the floodds, With surge of seas on either syd●… that wonted to resound, And nearer fords to separate sometime with lesser ground, Now broader spread, it heareth how aloof the waters rise. Now Lerna turns against the stream, Phoronides likewise, His pores be stopp●…e. with customde course Alpheus drives not still, His holly wau●…s. the trembling tops of high Cithaeron hill, They stand not sure: from height adown they shake their silver snow, And noble fields of Argos fear, their former drought to know. Yea Titan doubts himself, to roll the world his wonted way, And drive by force to former course The backward drawing day. THis Argos town if any God be found, and Pisey bowers that famous yet remain, Or kingdoms else to love of Corinthꝭ ground, the double havens, or soondred seas in twain, If any love Taygetus his snows, (by winter which when they on hillꝭ be cast, By Boreas' blasts that from Sarmatia blows, with yearly breath the summer melts as fast,) Where clear Alpheus roons, with flood so cold, By plays well known that there olimpikꝭ hight: Let pleasant power of his from hence withhold such turns of strife, that here they may not light: Nor nephew worse than grandsire spring from us, or direr deeds delight the younger age. Let wicked stock of thirty Tantalus, at length leave of, and weary be of rage. Enough is done, and nought prevailed the just, or wrong: b●…trayde is Myrtilus and drowned, That did betray his dame: and with like trust borne as he bore, himself hath made renounde With changed name the sea: and better known to mariners thereof no fable is. On wicked sword the little infant thrown, as ran the child to take his fathers his, ●…nripe for th'altars offering fell down dead: and with thy hand (o Tantalus) was rend, With such a meat for gods thy boards to spread. eternal famine for such food is sent, And thirst: nor for those dainty meats unmild, might meeter p●…ne appointed ever be. With empty throat stands Tantalus beguiled, above thy wicked head there leans to thee, Then Phiney's fowls in flight a swifter pray. with burdened bows declined on every side, And of his fruits all bend to bear the sway, the tree deludes the gapes of hunger wide.
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I followe thee: through all this house nowe rage and furie throwe. Let them be dryuen so, and so let eyther thyrst to see Eche others blood. full well hathe elte the cummyng in of thee This house: and all with wycked touche of the begun to quake. Enough it is. repayre agayne to denns and lothsome lake, Of floode well knowne. the sadde soyle with heauy foote of thyne Agreeued is. seeste thou from spryngs howe waters doe decline And inwarde synke? or howe the bankes lye voyde by droughtie heate? And whotter blast of fyrie wynde the fewer cloudes dothe beate? The treese be spoyllde, and naked stande to sight in withred woodds, The barayne bowes whose frutes are fled: the lande betweene the floodds, With surge of seas on either syd that woonted to resounde, And neerer foordes to separate somtime with lesser grounde, Nowe broader spredde, it heareth howe aloofe the waters ryse. Now Lerna turnes agaynst the streame, Phoronides lykewyse, His poares be stoppe. with customde course Alphéus driues not still, His hollie waus. the tremblyng topps of highe Cithaeron hill, They stande not sure: from height adowne they shake theyr syluer snowe, And noble feeldes of Argos feare, theyr former drought to knowe. Yea Titan doubtes him selfe, to rolle the worlde his woonted waye, And driue by force to former course The backwarde drawyng daye. THis Argos towne if any God be founde, and Pisey bowres that famous yet remaine, Or kyngdomes els to loue of Corinthꝭ grounde, the double hauens, or soondred seas in twayne, If any loue Taygetus his snowes, (by winter whiche when they on hillꝭ be cast, By Boreas blasts that from Sarmatia blowes, with yerely breathe the sommer melts as fast,) Where cleere Alphéus roons, with floude so colde, By plaies well knowne that there olimpikꝭ hight: Let pleasant powre of his from hense withholde suche turnes of strife, that here they may not light: Nor nephew woorse then grandsier spryng from vs, or dyrer deedes delight the yonger age. Let wicked stocke of thyrstie Tantalus, at lengthe leaue of, and wery be of rage. Enoughe is doone, and nought preuailde the iust, or wrong: btrayde is Myrtilus and drownde, That did betray his dame: and with lyke trust borne as he bare, himselfe hath made renounde With changed name the sea: and better knowne to mariners therof no fable is. On wicked swoorde the litle infant throwne, as ran the childe to take his fathers his, nripe for thaulters offryng fell downe deade: and with thy hand (o Tantalus) was rent, With suche a meate for gods thy boordes to spreade. eternall famine for suche foode is sent, And thyrst: nor for those deyntie meates vnmilde, might meeter pne apoynted euer bee. With emptie throate stands Tantalus beguilde, aboue thy wicked hed there leanes to thee, Then Phineys fowles in flight a swifter praie. with burdned bowes declinde on euery syde, And of his fruites all bent to beare the swaie, the tree deludes the gapes of hunger wyde.