Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 20 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1560 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.70 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The mind, that wottꝭ before of after ill. the sturdy storms the shipmen overlye, When void of wind th'assuaged se●…s do rest. what tumult yet or countenance to see Mak'st thou mad man? at length a trustful bre●…t to brother ge●…ue, what ever now it be, or else to late thou art a dread. I wretch would not so fear, but yet me draws A trembling terror: down mine eyes do shed their sudden tears, and yet I know no cause. Is it a grief, or fear? or else hath 〈◊〉 great ●…oy itself? LEt us this day with one consen●… (o brother) celebrate. This day my steptor●… may confirm and stablish my estate, And faythf●…ll bond of peace and lo●…e between us 〈◊〉. Enough with meat and eke with wine, now satysfyde am I. But yet of all my joys it were 〈◊〉 great increase to me, If now abou●… my side I might my little children see. Believe that here even in thine arme●… thy children present be. For here they are, and shallbe here, no part of them fro thee Shall be withheld: their loved looke●… now give to the I will, And with the heap of all his babes, the father fully fill. Thou shalt be glutted, fear thou not: they with my boys as yet The joyful sacrifices make at board where children sit. They shallbe called: the friendly cup now take of courtesy With wine upfylde. of brother's feast I take full willingly The final gift, shed some to godis of this our father's land, Then let the rest be drunk. whatꝭ thi●…? in no wise will my hand Obey: the poise incre●…seth sore, and down mine arm doth sway. And from my lypps the wafting wynt itself doth fi●…e away, And in deceived mouth, about my jaws it runneth round: The table to, itself doth shake, and leap from trembling ground. Scant burns the fire: the air itself with heavy ●…here to sight Forsook of sun amazed is between the day and night. What meaneth this? yet more and more of backward beaten sky The compass falls: and thicker mist the world doth overlye Than blackest darkness, and the night in night itself doth hide. ●…ll stars be fled: what so it be, my brother god provide And sons to spare: the godis so grant that all this tempest fall On this vile head. but now restore to me my children all. I will, and never day again shall them from the withdraw. What tu●…ulte tumbleth so my guttis, and doth my bowels gnaw? What quakes within? with heavy poise I feel myself oppressed, And with an other voice than mine ●…wayles my dole●…ull breast. Come near my sons, for you now doth th'unhappy father call: Come near, for you once seen, this grief would soon assuage and fall. Whence murmur they? with father's ●…rmes embrace them quickly now, For here they are lo come to thee: dost thou thy children know?
nodes 832–875 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 24 in this edition
Length
499 words · 717 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.697 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The minde, that wottꝭ before of after yll. the sturdye stormes the shipmen ouerlye, When voyde of wynde thasswaged ses doe rest. what tumult yet or countenaunce to see Makste thou mad man? at lengthe a trustfull bret to brother geue, what euer now it bee, , or ells to late thou arte a dred. I wretche woulde not so feare, but yet me drawes A tremblynge terrour: downe myne eyes do shed theyr sodeyne teares, and yet I know no cawse. Is it a greefe, or feare? or ells hath great oy it selfe? LEt vs this daie with one consen (o brother) celebrate. This day my steptor may confyrme and stablyshe my estate, And faythfll bonde of peace and loe betwene vs . Enough with meate and eke with wyne, now satysfyde am I. But yet of all my ioyes it were greate encrease to mee, If now abou my syde I might my little children see. Beleue that here euen in thyne arme thy children present bee. For here they are, and shalbe here, no parte of them fro thee Shall be withhelde: theyr loued looke now geue to the I wyll, And with the heape of all his babes, the father fully fyll. Thou shalt be glutted, feare thou not: they with my boyes as yet The ioyful sacrifyces make at boorde where children sit. They shalbe callde: the frendly cuppe nowe take of curtesy With wyne vpfylde. of brothers feast I take full wyllyngly The fynall gyfte, shed some to godꝭ of this our fathers lande, Then let the rest be droonke. whatꝭ thi? in no wyse wyll my hande Obeye: the payse increseth sore, and downe myne arme dothe swaye. And from my lypps the waftyng wynt it selfe dothe fie awaie, And in deceiued mouthe, about my iawes it runneth rounde: The table to, it selfe dothe shake, and leape from tremblyng grounde. Scant burnes the fyre: the ayre it selfe with heauy here to sight Forsooke of sunne amased is betwene the daye and night. What meaneth this? yet more and more of backewarde beaten skye The compasse falles: and thicker myst the worlde doth ouerlye Then blackest darkenes, and the night in night it selfe dothe hyde. ll starrs be fledde: what so it bee, my brother god prouyde And soons to spare: the godꝭ so graunte that all this tempest fall On this vyle head. but now restore to me my children all. I will, and neuer daye agayne shall them from the withdrawe. What tuulte tumbleth so my guttꝭ, and dothe my bowells gnawe? What quakes within? with heauy payse I feele my selfe opprest, And with an other voyce then myne wayles my doleull brest. Come neere my soons, for you now dooth th'unhappie father call: Come neere, for you once seene, this greefe wolde soone asswage and fall. Whence murmure they? with fathers rmes embrace them quickely nowe, For here they are loe come to thee: dooste thou thy children knowe?