Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 6 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1560 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
What mischief new thou in ●…age provide? Not such a one as may the mean of wonted gree●… abide. No gilt will I forbear, nor none may be enough despite. What sword? To little that. what fire? And that is yet to light. What weapon then shall sorrow such find fit to work thy will? Thyestes self. Then ire itself yet that's a greater ill. I grant: a tumbling tumult quakes, within my bosoms lo, And round it rolls: I moved am and wot not whereunto. But drawn I am: from bottom deep the roaring soil doth ●…rie The day so fair with thunder sounds, and house as all from high Were rend, from roof, and rafters craks: and lares turned about Have wried their sight: so beete, so beete, let mischief such be sought, As ye O gods would fear. What thing see●…e thou to bring to pass? I note what greater thing my mind, and more than wont it was Above the reatche that men are wont to work, begins to swell: And staythe with slothful hands. What thing it is I can not tell: But great it is. Beete so, my mind now in this feat proceed, For Atreus and Thyestes both, it were a worthy deed. Let each of us the crime commit. The Thracian house did see Such wicked tables once: I graunt●… the mischief great to be, But done ere this: some greater gilt and mischief more, let ire find out. The stomach of thy son o father thou e●…spyre, And sister e●…e, like is the cause: assist me with your power, And drive my hand: let greedy parents all his babes devour, And glad to rend his children be: and on their limbs to feed. Enough, and well it is devysde: this pleaseth me in deed. In mean time where is he? so long and innocent wherefore Doth Atreus walk? before mine eyes already more and more The shade of such a slaughter walks: the want of children cast, In father's jaws. But why my mind, ●…et dreadst thou so at last, And fayn●…st before thou enterprise? it must be done, let be. That which in all this mischief is the greatest gilt to see, Let him commit. but what disobeyed may we for him prepare, Whereby be●…rapt he may be drawn, to fall into the snare? He wots f●…ll well we are his foes. He could not taken be, Except himself would take: but now my kingdoms hopeth he. For hope of this he would not fear to meet the mighty Ioue, Though him he threatened to destroy, with lightning from above. For hope of this to pass the threatꝭ of waves he will not fail, Nor dread no whit by doubteull shelves, of Lybic seas to sail. For hope of this (which thing he doth the worst of all believe,) He will his brother see.
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What mischefe new thou in age prouide? Not suche a one as may the meane of woonted gree abide. No gilt will I forbeare, nor none may be enoughe despight. What sworde? To litle that. what fire? And that is yet to light. What weapon then shall sorow suche fynde fit to woorke thy wyll? Thyestes selfe. Then yre it self yet thats a greater yll. I graunte: a tomblyng tumulte quakes, within my bosomes loe, And rounde it rolles: I moued am and wote not whervnto. But drawen I am: from botome deepe the roryng soyle dothe rie The day so fayre with thounder soundes, and house as all from hie Were rent, from roofe, and rafters craks: and lares turnde abought Haue wryde theyr syght: so beete, so beete, let mischiefe suche be sought, As ye O gods wolde feare. What thyng seee thou to bryng to pas? I note what greater thyng my mynde, and more then woont it was Aboue the reatche that men are woont to woorke, begyns to swell: And staythe with slouthfull hands. What thyng it is I can not tell: But great it is. Beete so, my mynde now in this feate proceede, For Atreus and Thyestes bothe, it were a worthy deede. Let eche of vs the crime commit. The Thracian house did se Suche wicked tables once: I graunt the mischiefe great to be, But done ere this: some greater gilt and mischiefe more, let yre Fynde out. The stomak of thy sonne o father thou espyre, And syster ee, lyke is the cause: assist me with your powre, And dryue my hande: let gredy parents all his babes deuowre, And glad to rent his children be: and on their lyms to feede. Enough, and well it is deuysde: this pleaseth me in deede. In meane time where is he? so long and innocent wherfore Dooth Atreus walke? before myne eyes alredie more and more The shade of suche a slaughter walkes: the want of children cast, In fathers iawes. But why my mynde, et dreadst thou so at last, And faynst before thou enterprise? it must be doone, let be. That whiche in all this mischefe is the greatest gilt to se, Let him commit. but what disceyte may we for him prepare, Wherby berapt he may be drawen, to fall into the snare? He wotes fll well we are his foes. He coulde not taken be, Except him selfe woulde take: but now my kyngdomes hopeth he. For hope of this he wolde not feare to meete the mightie Ioue, Though him he thretned to destroy, with lightnyng from aboue. For hope of this to passe the threatꝭ of waues he will not fayle, Nor dread no whit by doubteull shelues, of Lybike seas to sayle. For hope of this (whiche thyng he dothe the woorst of all beleeue,) He will his brother see.