Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 16 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1560 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 534 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
O heinous hateful act. Abhor ye this? ye hear not yet the end of all the fact, There follows more. A fiercer thing, or worse than this to see ●…ould nature bear? why think ye thi●… of gilt the end to be? It is but part. what could he more? to cruel beast●… he cast Perhaps their bodies to be torn, and kept from tires at last. Would god he had: that never tomb●… the dead might over hide, Nor flames dissolve, though them for food to fowls in pastures wide He had out thrown, or them for pray to cruel beasts would fling. That which the worst was wont to be, were here a wished thing, That them their father saw ●…utombde, but oh more cursed crime Uncredible, the which deny will men of after time: From bosoms yet alive out drawn the trembling ●…owells shake, The veins yet breath, the fearful heart doth yet both pant and quake: But he the strings doth turn in h●…nde, and destinies behold, And of the guts the signs each one doth view no●… fully cold. When h●… the sacrifice had pleased, his diligence he puts To dress his brother's banquet now: and straight a s●…onder cuts The bodies into quarters all, and by the stumps anon The shoulders wide, and brawns of arms, he strikes of every ●…hone. He la●…es abroad their naked lymms, and cuts away the bones: The only heads he keeps, and hands to him committed once. Some of the gutt●… are broachte, and in the fires that burn full slow They drop: the boiling liccout some doth tumble to and f●…oe In mourning cawdern: from the fless●… that over stands 〈◊〉 The fire doth f●…. and scatter out, and into chimney of●…e Up heaped again, and there 〈◊〉 by force to ●…ary yet Unwilling burns: the lyvet makes grea●… noise upon the spit, Nor easily wot I, if the fless●…, or flames they be that cry, But cry they do: the fire like pitc●… it fumeth by and by: Nor yet the smoke itself so sad, like 〈◊〉 mist in sight Ascendeth up as wont it is, nor takes his way upright, But even the Gods and house it doth with filthy fume defile. O patient Phoebus though from henc●… thou backward flee the while, And in the midst of heaven above dooste drown the broken day, Thou fleest to la●…: the father eats his children well away, And lymmꝭ to which he onse gave life, with cursed jaw do●…he tear●…. He shines with ointment shed full sweet all round about his heat, Replete with wine: and often times so cursed ●…ynde of food His mouth hath held that would not down●… but yet this one thing good In all thy ills (Thyestes) is, that them thou dost not 〈◊〉. And yet shall that not long endure, though Titan backward go ●…nd chariots turn against himself, to meet the ways he went, And heavy night so heinous deed to keep from sight be sent, And out of time from east arise, so foul a fact to hide, Yet shall the whole at length be seen: thy ills shall all be spied.
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O heynous hatefull acte. Abhorre ye this? ye heare not yet the ende of all the facte, There followes more. A fiercer thyng, or worse then this to see ould nature beare? why thinke ye thi of gilt the ende to bee? It is but parte. what coulde he more? to cruell beast he cast Perhapps their bodies to be torne, and kept from tyres at last. Woulde god he had: that neuer tomb the deade might ouer hyde, Nor flames dissolue, though them for foode to fowles in pastures wyde He had out throwen, or them for pray to cruell beasts woulde flyng. That whiche the worste was wont to be, were heere a wisshed thyng, That them theyr father sawe utombde, but oh more cursed crime Uncredible, the whiche denie wyll men of after time: From bosomes yet alyue out drawne the tremblyng owells shake, The vaynes yet breathe, the fearefull harte dothe yet bothe pante and quake: But he the stryngs dothe turne in hnde, and destenies beholde, And of the gutts the sygnes eche one dothe vewe no fully colde. When h the sacrifice had pleasde, his diligence he putts To dresse his brothers banquet now: and streyght a sonder cutts The bodies into quarters all, and by the stoompes anone The shoulders wide, and brawnes of armes, he strikes of euery hone. He laes abrode theyr naked lymms, and cutts away the bones: The only heds he keepes, and hands to him comitted ones. Some of the gutt are broachte, and in the fyres that burne ful sloe They droppe: the boylyng liccout some dothe tomble to and foe In moornyng cawdern: from the fless that ouer stands The fyre dothe f. and scatter out, and into chimney ofe Up heapt agayne, and there by force to ary yet Unwillyng burnes: the lyuet makes grea noyse vppon the spit, Nor easely wote I, if the fless, or flames they be that cry, But crie they doe: the fyre like pitc it fumeth by and by: Nor yet the smoke it selfe so sadde, like miste in sight Ascendeth vp as woont it is, nor takes his way vpright, But euen the Goddes and house it dothe with filthie fume defyle. O pacient Phoebus though from henc thou backward flee the whyle, And in the midst of heauen aboue dooste drowne the broken day, Thou fleeste to la: the father eates his children well away, And lymmꝭ to whiche he onse gaue lyfe, with cursed iawe dohe tear. He shynes with oyntment shed full sweete all rounde aboute his heate, Replete with wyne: and often times so cursed ynde of food His mouth hath helde that would not down but yet this one thyng good In all thy ylls (Thyestes) is, that them thou dooste not . And yet shall that not long endure, though Titan backward goe nd chariots turne against him selfe, to meete the waies he went, And heauie night so heynous deede to keepe from sight be sent, And out of time from east arise, so foule a facte to hide, Yet shall the whole at lengthe be seene: thy ills shall all be spide.