Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 3 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.76 · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
I follow thee: through all this house now rage and fury throw Let them be driven so, and so let either thirst to see Each other's blood full well hath felt the coming in of thee This house, and all with wicked touch of the begun to quake. Enough it is, repair again to dens and loathsome lake, Of flood well known, the sadder soil with heavy foot of thine Aggrieved is, seest thou from syringes how waters do decline And inward sink? or how the banks lie void by droughty heat? And hotter blast of fiery wind the fewer clouds doth beat? The trees be spoiled, and naked stand to sight in withered woods, The barren bows whose fruits are fled: the land between the floods With surge of seas on either side that wonted to resound, And nearer fords to separate sometime with lesser ground, Now broader spread, it heareth how aloof the waters rise. Now Lerna turns against the stream Phoronides likewise His poares be stopped, with customed course Alphéus drives not still, His holly waves, the trembling tops of high Cithaeron hill, They stand not sure: from height adown they shake their silver snow, And noble fields of Argos fear, their former drought to know. Yea Titan doubts himself to roll the world his wonted way, And drive by force to former course the backward drawing day. THis Argos town if any God be found, And Pisey boures that famous yet remain, Or kingdoms else to love of Corinth's ground, The double havens, or sundered seas in twain If any love of Taygetus his snows, (By Winter which when they on hills be cast: By Boreas blasts that from Sarmatia blows, With yearly breath the summer melts as fast) Where clear Alphéus runs with flood so cold, By plays well known that there Olimpiks height: Let pleasant power of his from hence withhold Such tunes of strife that here they may not light: Not nephew worse than grandsire spring from us, Or direr deeds delight the younger age. Let wicked stock of thirsty Tantalus At length leave of, and weary be of rage. Enough is done, and nought prevailed the just, Or wrong: betrayed is Myrtilus and drowned, That did betray his dame, and with like trust Borne as he bore, himself hath made renowned With changed name the sea: and better known To mariners thereof no fable is. On wicked sword the little infant thrown As ran the chide to take his father's kiss. Unripe for th'altars offering fell down dead: And with thy hand (O Tantalus) was rent, With such a meat for God's thy boards to spread. Eternal famine for such food is sent, And thirst: nor for those dainty meats unmild, Might meeter pain appointed ever be with empty throat stands Tantalus beguiled, Above thy wicked head their leans to thee, Than Phiney's fowls in flight a swifter prey. With burned bows declined on every side, And of his fruits all bent to bear the sway, The tree deludes the gapes of hunger wide
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 105–161 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 24 in this edition
Length
512 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.756 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I follow thee: through all this houſe now rage and fury throwe Let them be driuen ſo, and ſo let eyther thirſt to ſee Each others blood ful well hath felt the comming in of thee This houſe, and all with wicked touch of the degune to quake. Enough it is, repayre agayne to dens nd loathſome lake, Of floud well knowen, the ſadder ſoyle with heauy fote of thyne Agreeued is, ſeeſt thou from syringes how waters do declyne And inward ſinke? or how the bankes lye voyde by drughty heate? And hoatter blaſt of fyery wynde the fewer cloudes doth beate? The treeſe be ſpoyld, and naked ſtand to ſight in withred woddes, The barayne bowes whoſe fruites are fled: the land betwene the floods With ſurge of ſeas on eyther ſyde that wonted to reſound, And earer foordes to ſeperat ſometyme with leſſer ground, Now broader ſpred, it heareth how aloofe the waters ryſe. Now Lerna turnes agaynſt the ſtreame Phoronides likewyſe His poares be ſtopt, with cuſtom'd courſe Alphéus dryues not ſtill, His hollie waues, the trembling tops of high Cithaeron hill, They ſtand not ſure: from height adowne they ſhake their ſyluer ſnowe, And noble fieldes of Argos feare, theyr former drought to know. Yea Tytan doubtes himſelfe to rolie the worlde his wonted way, And driue by force to former courſe the backward drawing daye. THis Argos towne if any God be founde, And Piſey boures that famous yet remayn, Or kingdomes els to loue of Corinthes ground, The double hauens, or ſundred ſeas in twayne If any loue of Taygetus his ſnowes, (By VVinter which when they on hils be caſt: By Boreas blaſtes that from Sarmatia blowes, VVith yerely breath the ſommer meltes as faſt) VVhere clere Alphéus runnes with floude ſo cold, By playes wel knowen that there Olimpiks hight: Let pleaſaunt powre of his from henſe withholde Such tunes of ſtryfe that here they may not light: Not nephew worſe then grandſier ſpring from vs, Or direr deedes delyght the yonger age. Let wicked ſtocke of thirſty Tantalus At length leaue of, and wery be of rage. Enoughe is done, and naught preuaild the iuſt, Or wrong: betrayed is Mirtilus and drownde, That did betray his dame, and with like truſt Borne as he bare, himſelfe hath made renound VVith chaunged name the ſea: and better knowne To mariners therof no fable is. On wicked ſword the litle infant throwne As ran the chide to take his fathers kiſſe. Vnrype for thaulters offring fell downe deade: And with thy hand (O Tantalus) was rent, VVith ſuch a meate for Gods thy boordes to ſpread. Eternall famine for ſuch foode is ſent, And thyrſt: nor for thoſe daynty meats vnmilde, Might meeter payne appoynted euer bee Vith empty throate ſtandes Tantalus begylde, Aboue thy wicked head their leanes to thee, Then Phineys fowles in flight a ſwifter pray. VVith burned bowes declynd on euery ſyde, And of his fruites all bent to beare the ſway, The tree deludes the gapes of hunger wyde