Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 13 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 0.81 · 503 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.
May drowned be, and Ithaca doth quake: If once the force of winds begin to fall, The sea lieth down more mild than standing lake. The deep, where Ships so wide full dreadful were To pass, with sails on either side out spread Now fallen adown, the lesser Boat doth bear: And leisure is to view the fishes dead Even there, where late with tempest bet upon The shaken Cyclades were with Seas aghast. No state endures the pain and pleasure, one To other yields, and joys be soonest passed. One hour sets up the things that lowest be. He that the crowns to princes doth divide, Whom people please with bending of the knee. And at whose beck their battles lay aside The Meads, and Indians eke to Phoebus nigh, And Dakes that Parthians do with horsemen threat, himself yet holds his sceptres doubtfully. And men of might he fears and chances great (That each estate may turn) and doubtful hour. O ye, whom lord of land and waters wide, Of Life and death grants here to have the power, Lay ye your proud and lofty looks aside: What your inferior fears of you amiss. That your superior threats to you again. To greater king, each king a subject is. Whom dawn of day hath seen in pride to reign, Him overthrown hath seen the evening late. Let none rejoice to much that good hath got, Let none despair of best in worst estate. For Clotho mingles all, and suffereth not Fortune to stand: but Fates about doth drive. Such friendship find with Gods yet no man might, That he the morrow might be sure to live. The God our things all tossed and turned quite Rolls with a whirl wind. WHat whirlwind may me headlong drive and up in air me fling, And wrap in darkest cloud, whereby it might so heinous thing, Take from mine eyes? O wicked house that even of Pelops ought And Tantalus abhorred be. what new thing hast thou brought? What land is this? lieth Sparta here and Argos, that hath bred So wicked brethren? and the ground of Corinth lying spread Between the seas? or Ister else where wont to take their flight, Are people wild? or that which wonts with snow to shine so bright Hippolytus land? or else do here the wandering Scythians dwell? What monstrous mischief is this place then guilty of? that tell, And this declare to us at large whatever be the ill. If once my mind may stay itself, and quaking limbs I will. But yet of such a cruel deed before mine eyes the fear. And Image walks: ye raging storms now far from hence me bear And to that place me drive, to which now driven is the day Thus drawn from hence. Our minds ye hold yet still in doubt: full stay. Tell what it is ye so abhor. The author thereof show. I ask not who, but which of them that quickly let us know.
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Position
nodes 631–690 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 24 in this edition
Length
503 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
May drowned be, and Ithaca doth quake: If once the force of wyndes begin to fall, The ſea lyth downe more mylde then ſtanding lake. The deepe, where Ships ſo vvyde full dredfull vvere To paſſe, vvith ſayles on eyther ſyde out ſpred Now fallne adowne, the leſſer Boate doth beare: And leyſure is to vewe the fyſhes ded Euen there, vvhere late vvith tempeſt bet vpon The ſhaken Cyclades vvere vvith Seas agast. No ſtate endures the payne and pleaſure, one To other yeldes, and ioyes be ſooneſt past. One howre ſets vp the thinges that lowest bee. Hee that the crownes to prynces doth deuyde, VVhom people pleaſe with bending of the knee. And at whoſe becke theyr battayles lay aſide The Meades, and Indians eke to Phebus nye, And Dakes that Parthyans doe with horſemen threat, Him ſelfe yet holdes his Sceptors doubtfully. And men of might he feares and chaunces great (That eche estate may turne) and doubtfull howre. Oyee, vvhom lorde of lande and vvaters wyde, Of Lyfe and death grauntes here to haue the powre, Lay yee your proude and lofty lookes aſide: VVhat your inferiour feares of you amis. That your ſuperiour threats to you agayne. To greater kyng, eche kyng a ſubiect is. VVhom dawne of day hath ſeene in pryde to raygne, Hym ouerthrowne hath ſeene the euening late. Let none reioyce to much that good hath got, Let none diſpayre of beſt in vvorſt estate. For Clotho myngles all, and ſuffreth not Fortune to ſtande: but Fates about doth driue. Such friendship finde wyth Gods yet no man myght, That he the morowe might be ſure to lyue. The God our things all toſt and turned quight Rolles with a whyrle wynde. WHat whirlwynde may me headlong dryue and vp in ayre mee fling, And wrap in darkeſt cloude, whereby it might ſo heynous thing, Take from myne eyes? O wicked houſe that euen of Pelops ought And Tantalus abhorred bee. what new thing haſt thou brought? What lande is this? lythe Sparta here and Argos, that hath bred So wicked brethern? and the ground of Corinth lying ſpred Betweene the ſeas? or Iſter elſe where woont to take their flight, Are people wylde? or that which woonts with ſnowe to ſhyne ſo bright Hircana lande? or els doe here the wandring Seythians dwell? What monſtrous miſchiefe is this place then guilty of? that tell, And this declare to vs at large what euer be the ill. If once my mynde may ſtay it ſelfe, and quaking limmes I will. But yet of ſuch a cruell deede before myne eyes the feare. And Image walkes: yee raging ſtormes now far from hence me beare And to that place me drtue, to which now driuen is the day Thus drawen from hence. Our myndes yee holde yet ſtill in doubt: full ſtay. Tell what it is yee ſo abhorre. The author thereof ſhowe. I aſke not who, but which of them that quickly let vs know.