Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 14 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1560 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 558 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
In Peloppꝭ Turret high, a part there is of palace wide That to ward the south erected leans, of which the utter side With equal top to mountain stands, and on the city ●…es, And people proud against their prince if once the traitors rise Hath underneath his battering stroke: there shines the place in sight Where wont the people to frequent, whose golden beams so bright The noble spotted pillars grey, of marble do support. Within this place well known to men, where they so oft resort, To many other rooms about the noble court doth go. The privy Palace underlieth in secret place aloe, With ditch full deep that doth 〈◊〉 the wood of privity, And hidden parts of kingdom old: where never grew no tree That cheerful bows is wont to bear, with knife or lopped be, But Tax, and Cypress, and with tree of holm●… full black to see Doth beck and bend the wood so 〈◊〉 aloft above all these The higher oak doth overlook, surmounting all the trees. From hens with luck the ●…ne to take, accustomed are the kings, From hens in danger aid to ask, and doom in doubtful things. To this affixed are the gifts, the sounding 〈◊〉 bright, The Chariots broke, and spoils of sea that now Myrtoon hight, There hang the wheels once won by craft of falset axle tree, And every other conquests note: here leeful is to see The 〈◊〉 tire of Pelops head: the spoil of enemies here, And of Barbarian triumph left, the painted gorgeous gear. A loathsome spring stands under shade, and slothful course doth take, With water black: even such as is, of ●…some Stygian lake The ugly wave, whereby are wo●…, to swear the gods on high. Here all the night the grisly ghosts and gods of death to cry The fame reports: with clinking chains resounds the wood each where, The sprights 〈◊〉 out: and every thing that dreadful is to hear, May there be seen: of ugly shapes from old Sepulchres sent A fearful flock doth wander there, and in that place frequen●… Worse things than ever yet were known: ye all the wood full oft With flame is wont to flas●…e, and all the higher trees aloft Without a fire do burn: and oft the wood beside all this With triple barking roars at once: full oft the palace is Affright with shapes, nor light of day may once the terror quell. Eternal night doth hold the place, and darkness there of hell In mid day reigns: from hens to them that pray, out of the ground The certain answers given are, what time with dreadful sound From secret place the fates be told, and dungeon roars within While of the God breaks out the voice: whereto when entered in Fierce Atreus was, that did with him his brother's children trail, Decked are the ●…ultets: who (alas) may it enough bewail? Behind the infant's backꝭ anon he knit their noble hands, And eke their heavy heads about he bound with purple bands: There wanted there no Frankincense, nor yet the holy wine, Nor knife to cut the sacrifice, besprinked with levens fine. Kept is in all the order due, lest such a mischief great Should not be ordered well. who doth his hand on sword then set?
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In Peloppꝭ Turret highe, a parte there is of palaice wyde That to warde the southe erected leanes, of whiche the vtter syde With equall toppe to mountayne stands, and on the citie es, And people proude agaynst theyr prince yf once the traytours rise Hath vnderneathe his battryng stroke: there shines the place in sight Where woont the people to frequent, whose golden beames so bright The noble spotted pillers graye, of marble dooe supporte. Within this place well knowen to men, where they so ofte resorte, To many other roomes about the noble courte dothe goe. The priuie Palaice vnderlieth in secret place aloe, With ditche full deepe that dothe the woode of priuetee, And hidden partes of kyngdome olde: where neuer grew no tree That cherefull bowes is woont to beare, with knife or lopped be, But Taxe, and Cypresse, and with tree of holm full blacke to se Dothe becke and bende the woode so alofte aboue all theese The higher oke dothe ouerlooke, surmountyng all the treese. From hens with lucke the ne to take, accustomde are the kyngs, From hens in danger ayde to aske, and doome in doubtfull thyngs. To this affixed are the gifts, the soundyng bright, The Chariots broke, and spoyles of sea that now Myrtoon hight, There hang the wheeles once won by crafte of falset axell tree, And euery other conquests note: here leefull is to see The tyre of Pelops hed: the spoyle of enmies heere, And of Barbarian triumphe lefte, the paynted gorgeous geere. A lothesome spryng stands vnder shade, and slouthfull course dothe take, With water blacke: euen such as is, of some Stygian lake The vgly waue, wherby are wo, to sweare the goddes on hie. Here all the night the grisly ghosts and gods of death to crie The fame reportes: with clinkyng chaynes resoundes the woode eche where, The sprights out: and euery thyng that dredfull is to heare, May there be seene: of vgly shapes from olde Sepulchres sent A fearfull flocke dothe wander there, and in that place frequen Woorse thyngs then euer yet were knowne: ye all the wood full ofte With flame is woont to flase, and all the higher trees alofte Without a fyre dooe burne: and ofte the wood besyde all this With triple barkyng roares at once: full ofte the palaice is Affright with shapes, nor light of day may once the terrour quell. Eternall night dothe holde the place, and darknes there of hell In mid day raignes: from hens to them that pray, out of the grounde The certayne answers geuen are, what time with dredfull sounde From secret place the fates be tolde, and dongeon roares within While of the God breakes out the voice: wherto when entred in Fierce Atreus was, that did with him his brothers children trayle, Dekt are the ultets: who (alas) may it enoughe bewayle? Behynde the infants backꝭ anone he knyt their noble hands, And eke their heauie heds about he bounde with purple bands: There wanted there no Frankensence, nor yet the holy wine, Nor knife to cut the sacrifice, besprinkt with leuens fine. Kept is in all the order due, least suche a mischiefe grette Should not be ordred well. who dothe his hande on swoorde then sette?