Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 13 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 0.76 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
And poor Laertes thinks his kingdoms all may drowned be, and Ithaca doth quake: If once the force of winds begin to fall, the sea lieth down more mild than standing lake. The deep, where ships so wide full dreadful were to pass, with sails on either side out spread Now fallen adown, the lesser boat doth bear: and leisure is to view the fishes dead Even there, where late with tempest bette upon the shaken Cyclades were with seas aghast. No state endures, the pain and pleasure, one to other yields, and joys be soonest passed. One hour settꝭ up the things that lowest be. he that the crowns to princes doth divide, Whom people please with bending of the knee, and at whose beck their battles lay aside The Meads, and Indians eke to Phoebus nigh, and Dakes that Parthians do with horsemen threat, Himself yet holds his sceptres doutfullye, and men of might he fears and chances great (That each estate may turn) and doubtful hour. o ye, whom lord of land and waters wide, Of life and death grauntꝭ here to have the power, lay ye your proud and lofty looks aside: What your inferior fears of you amiss, that your superior threats to you again. To greater king, each king a subject is. whom dawn of day hath seen in pride to reign, Him over thrown hath seen the evening late. let none rejoice to much that good hath got, Let none despair of best in worst estate. for Clotho mingles all, and suffereth not Fortune to stand: but fates about doth drive. such friendship find with god yet no man might, That he the morrow might be sure to live. the god our things all toast and turned quite Rolls with a whirl wind. WHat whirlwind may me headlong drive and up in air me fling, And wrap in darkest cloud, whereby it might so heinous thing, Take from mine eyes? o wicked house that even of Pelops ought And Tantalus abhor●…ed be. what new thing hast thou brought? What land is this? lieth Sparta here, and Argos, that hath bred So wicked brethren? and the ground of Corinth lying spread Between the seas? or Ister else where wont to take their flight, Are people wild? or that which woontꝭ with snow to shine so bright Hircana laud? or else do here the wandering Srythians dwell? What monstrous mischief is this place then guilty of? that tell, And this declare to us at large what ever be the ill. If once my mind may stay itself, and quaking limmꝭ I will. But yet of such a cruel deed before mine eyes the fear And Image walks: ye raging storms now far from hens me ●…eare And to that place me drive, to which now driven is the day Thus drawn from hens. Our minds ye hold yet still in doubtful stay. Tell what it is ye so abhorred. The author thereof show. I ask not who, but which of them: that quickly let us know.
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And poore Laërtes thinkes his kyngdomes all may drowned be, and Ithaca doth quake: If once the force of wyndes begyn to fall, the sea lythe downe more myide then standyng lake. The deepe, where shipps so wyde full dreadfull were to passe, with sayles on eyther syde out spred Now fallne adowne, the lesser boate dothe beare: and leysure is to vewe the fyshes ded Euen there, where late with tempest bette vppone the shaken Cyclades were with seas agast. No state endures, the payne and pleasure, one to other yeldes, and ioyes be sonest past. One howre settꝭ vp the thynges that lowest bee. he that the crownes to prynces dothe deuyde, Whom people please with bendyng of the knee, and at whose becke theyr battayles laye asyde The Meades, and Indians eke to Phebus nye, and Dakes that Parthians doe with horsemen threate, Hym selfe yet holdes his sceptors doutfullye, and men of myght he feares and chaunces greate (That eche estate may turne) and doutfull howre. o ye, whom lorde of lande and waters wyde, Of lyfe and death grauntꝭ here to haue the powre, laye ye your proude and lofty lookes asyde: What your inferiour feares of you amys, that your superiour threats to you agayne. To greater kyng, eche kyng a subiect is. whom dawne of day hath scene in pryde to raygne, Hym ouer throwne hath seene the euenyng late. let none reioyce to muche that good hath got, Let none dispaire of best in worst estate. for Clothos myngles all, and suffreth not Fortune to stande: but fates about dothe dryue. suche friendship fynde with goddꝭ yet no man might, That he the morowe might be sure to lyue. the god our thingꝭ all tost and turned quight Rolles with a whirle wynde. WHat whirlwinde mai me hedlong driue and vp in ayre me flyng, And wrappe in darkest cloude, wherby it might so heynous thyng, Take from mine eyes? ô wicked house that euen of Pelops ought And Tantalus abhored be. what new thing hast thou brought? What lande is this? lythe Sparta here, and Arges, that hath bred So wycked brethern? and the grounde of Corinth liyng spred Betwene the seas? or Ister ells where woont to take their flight, Are people wylde? or that whiche woontꝭ with snowe to shyne so bright Hircana laude? or els do here the wandryng Srythians dwell? What monstrous mischefe is this place then giltie of? that tell, And this declare to vs at large what euer be the ill. If once my minde may stay itself, and quakyng limmꝭ I will. But yet of suche a cruell deede before mine eyes the feare And Image walkes: ye ragyng stormes now far from hens me eare And to that place me driue, to whiche now driuen is the day Thus drawen from hens. Our mindes ye holde yet still in doubtfull stay. Tell what it is ye so abhorte. The author therof showe. I acke not who, but which of them: that quickly let vs knowe.