Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 23 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 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
now praise I well my hands, Now got I have the palm: I had been overcome of thee, Except thou sorowdst so: but now even children borne to me I count, and now of bridebed cha●…e the faith I do repeat. In what offended have my sons? In that, that thine they wear. Setst thou the sons for father's food? I do, and (which is best) The certain soons. the gods that guide a ●…infantes, I protest. what wedlocke godꝭ? who would the guilt with guilt so ●…yght again? I know thy grief prevented now with wrong, thou dost complain: Nor this thee irks, that fed thou art with food of cursed kind, But that thou hadst not it prepared: for so it was thy mind, Such meats as these to ●…ette before thy brother wo●…yng nought, And by the mother's help, to have likewise my children caught, And them with such like death to slay: this one thing l●…tted thee, Thou thoughtst them thine. the gods shall all of this reuenge●…s be: ●…nd unto them for vengeance due, my vows thee render shall. But vexed to be I thee the while, ●…eeue to thy children all. O King of Dytis dungeon dark, and grisly ghosts of hell, That in the deep and dreadful dens, of blackest Tartarus dwell, Where lean and pale diseases lie where fear and famine are, Where discord stands with bleeding brows, where every kind of care, Where furies fight in beds of steel, and hears of crawling snakes, Where Gorgon grim, where Harpies are, and loathsome Limbo lakes, Where most prodigious ugly things, the hollow hell doth hide, If yet a monster more myschapte than all that there do bide, That makes his brood his cursed food, ye all abhor to see, Nor yet the deep Avernus itself, may bide to cover me, Nor grisly gates of Pluto's place, yet dare themselves to spread, Nor gaping ground to swallow him, whom gods and day have fled: Yet break ye out from cursed seats, and here remain with me, Ye need not now to be afraid, the air and heaven to se. Nor triple headid Cerberus, thou needst not be affright, The day unknown to thee to see, or else the loathsome light. They both be fled: and now doth dwell none other countenance here, Then doth beneath the foulest face, of hateful hell appear. Come see a meetest match for thee, a more than monstrous womb, That is of his unhappy brood, become a cursed tomb. Flock here ye foulest fiends of hell, and thou O grandsire great, Come see the glutted guts of mine, with such a kind of meat, As thou didst once for gods prepare let torments all of hell
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now prayse I well my handes, Now gotte I haue the palme: I had bene ouercome of thee, Except thou sorowdst so: but now euen children borne to me I counte, and now of brydebed chae the fayth I do repeate. In what offended haue my soons? In that, that thyne they weare. Setst thou the soons for fathers foode? I doe, and (whiche is best) The certayne soons. the gods that guyde a infantes, I protest. what wedlocke godꝭ? who wolde the gylt with gylt so yght agayne? I knowe thy greefe preuented now with wrong, thou dooste complayne: Nor this thee yrkes, that fedde thou arte with foode of cursed kynde, But that thou hadst not it preparde: for so it was thy mynde, Suche meates as these to ette before thy brother woyng naught, And by the mothers helpe, to haue lykewyse my children caught, And them with suche lyke deathe to slaye: this one thing ltted thee, Thou thoughtst them thyne. the gods shall all of this reuenges bee: nd vnto them for vengeance due, my vowes thee render shall. But vext to be I thee the whyle, eeue to thy children all. O Kyng of Dytis dungeon darke, and grysly ghosts of hell, That in the deepe and dredfull denns, of blackest Tartare dwell, Where leane and pale diseases lye where feare and famyne are, Where discorde stands with bleedyng browes, where euery kynde of care, Where furies fight in bedds of steele, and heares of crallyng snakes, Where Gorgon grymme, where Harpies are, and lothsome Lymbo lakes, Where most prodigious vglye thynges, the hollowe hell dothe hyde, If yet a monster more myschapte then all that there doe byde, That makes his broode his cursed foode, ye all abhorre to see, Nor yet the deepe Auerne it selfe, may byde to couer me, Nor grysly gates of Plutoes place, yet dare them selues to spredde, Nor gapyng grounde to swallowe him, whome godds and day haue fledde: Yet breake ye out from cursed seates, and here remayne with me, Ye neede not now to be affrayde, the ayre and heauen to se. Nor tryple headid Cerberus, thou needst not be affright, The day vnknowne to thee to see, or els the lothsome light. They bothe be fledde: and now dothe dwell none othr countnaunce heere, Then dothe beneathe the fowlest face, of hatefull hell appeere. Come see a meetest matche for thee, a more then monstrous wombe, That is of his vnhappie broode, become a cursed tombe. Flocke here ye fowlest feendes of hell, and thou O grandsier greate, Come see the glutted gutts of mine, with suche a kynde of meate, As thou didst once for godds prepare let torments all of hell