Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 5 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1560 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Whom feat●… doth so compel To praise, the same his foes to be, doth fear enforce again: But who in deed the glory seeks of favour true tobtayne, He rather would with hearts of ●…che be praised, than tongues of all. The tr●… praise full oft hath hapt●… to meaner men to fall: The false but unto mighty man. what ●…ill they, let them will. Let first the king will honest things, and no●… the same dare nill. Where leeful are to him that rules but honest things ●…lone, There reigns the king by others leave. And where that shame is none, Nor care of right, faith, 〈◊〉, nor holiness none staythe, That kingdom swerves. Such holiness, such p●…tie, and faith thee, Are private goods: let kings run on in that that likes their will. The brother's hurt a mischief count, though he be near so ill. It is but right to do to him, that wrong to brother were. What heinous hurt hath his offence let pass to prove? or where Refraind the gilt? my spouse he stolen away for ●…echerie, And reign by stealth: the ancient note and sign of impetie, By fraud he got: my house by fraud to vex he never ceaste. In Pelops house there fostered is a noble worthy beast, The close kept R●…mme: the goodly guide of r●…tche and fairest flocks. By whom through out on every side depend a down the locks Of glittering gold, with fleece of which the new kings wonted wear Of Tantal's ●…locke their sceptre's guil●… and mace of might to bear. Of this the owner reigneth he: with him of house so great The fortune fleeth: this sacred Rā●… a loof in safety shut, In secret mead is wont to graze, which stone on every side With rocky wall encloseth round the fatal beast to hide. This beast (adventring mischi●…fe great) adjoining yet for pray My spoused mate, the traitor false hath hens conveyed awa●…e. From hens the wrongs of mutual hate, and mischief all up sprung: In exile wandered he, through out my kingdoms all a long: No part of mine remaineth safe to me, from trains of ●…is. My fierce deflowered, and loyalty of empire broken is: My house all vexed, my blood in doubt, and nought that trust is in, But brother foe. What stayest thou yet? at length l●… now begin, Take heart of Tantalus to th●…, to Pelops ca●…t thine eye: To such examples well beseems, I should my hands apply. Tell thou which way were best to 〈◊〉 that cruel head to death. Through perste with sword let him be 〈◊〉 and yield his hateful breath. Thou speak'st of th'end: but I him would oppress with greater pain. Let tyrantꝭ vex with torment more: should ever in my rain Be gentle death? Doth 〈◊〉 in thee preua●… no whit? Depart thou hens all piety, if in this house as yet Thou ever weary: and now let all the flock of furies dire, And full of strife Erinnys come, and double brandꝭ of fire Megaeta shaking: for not yet enough with fury great And rage doth burn my boiling breast: it ought to be replete, With monster more.
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Whome feat dothe so compell To prayse, the same his foes to be, doothe feare enforce agayne: But who in deede the glory seekes of fauour true tobtayne, He rather wolde with harts of che be praysde, then tongues of all. The tr prayse full ofte hathe hapt to meaner men to fall: The false but vnto mightie man. what ill they, let them wyll. Let first the kyng will honest thyngs, and no the same dare nyll. Where leefull are to him that rules but honest thyngs lone, There raygnes the kyng by others leaue. And where that shame is none, Nor care of right, faythe, , nor holines none staythe, That kyngdome swarues. Suche holines, suche ptie, and fay the, Are priuate goods: let kyngs run on in that that likes their will. The brothers hurt a myschiefe counte, though he be neare so ill. It is but right to doe to him, that wrong to brother were. What heynous hurt hathe his offense let passe to proue? or where Refraynde the gilt? my spouse he stale away for echerie, And raygne by stelthe: the auncient note and sygne of impetie, By fraude he gotte: my house by fraude to vexe he neuer ceaste. In Pelops house there fostred is a noble worthy beaste, The close kept Rmme: the goodly guide of rtche and fayrest flockes. By whome through out on euery syde depend a downe the lockes Of glittryng golde, with fleece of whiche the new kyngs woonted weare Of Tantalls locke their sceptors guil and mace of might to beare. Of this the owner raigneth he: with him of house so gret The fortune fleethe: this sacred Rā a loofe in saftie shet, In secret meade is wonte to grase, whiche stone on euery syde With rockie wall encloseth rounde the fatall beast to hyde. This beast (aduentryng mischife great) adioynyng yet for praie My spoused mate, the traytour false hathe hens conuayde awae. From hens the wrongs of mutuall hate, and mischefe all vp sprong: In exile wandred he, through out my kyngdomes all a long: No parte of myne remayneth safe to me, from traynes of is. My feerce deflourde, and loyaltie of empyre broken is: My house all vext, my bloud in doubte, and nought that trust is in, But brother foe. What staiest thou yet? at lengthe l now begin, Take hart of Tantalus to th, to Pelops cat thine eye: To suche examples well beseemes, I should my hands applye. Tell thou whiche way were best to that cruell hed to deathe. Through perste with swoorde let him be and yelde his hatefull breathe. Thou speakst of thende: but I him wolde oppresse with greter payne. Let tyrantꝭ vexe with torment more: shoulde euer in my rayne Be gentle deathe? Dothe in thee preua no whit? Departe thou hens all pietie, if in this house as yet Thou euer werie: and now let all the flocke of furies dyre, And full of strife Erinnys come, and double brandꝭ of fyre Megaeta shakyng: for not yet enough with furie greate And rage dothe burne my boylyng brest: it ought to be repleate, With monster more.