Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 14 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 558 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
In Pelops Turret high, a part there is of Palace wide That toward the south erected leans, of which the utter side With equal top to mountain stands, and on the City lies, And people proud against their prince if once the traitors rise Hath underneath his battering stroke: there shines the place in sight Where wont the people to frequent, whose golden beams so bright The noble spotted pillars grey, of marble do support, Within this place well known to men, where they so ost resort, To many other rooms about the noble court doth go. The privy Palace underlieth in secret place alos, With ditch full deep that doth enclose the wood of priviter, And hidden parts of kingdom old: where never grew no tree That cheerful bows is wont to bear, with knife or lopped be, But Tax, and Cypress, and with tree of holm full black to see Doth beck and bend the wood so dark: aloft above all these The higher oak doth over look, surmounting all the trees. From hens with luck the reign to take, accustomed are the kings, From hens in danger aid to ask, and doom in doubtful things. To this affixed are the gifts, the sounding Trumpets bright, The Chariots broke, and spoils of sea that now Mirtôon height, There hang the wheels once won by craft of falser axle tree, And every other conquests note, here leeful is to see The Phrygian tire of Pelops head: the spoil of enemies here, And of Barbarian triumph left, the painted gorgeous gear. A loathsome spring stands under shade, and slothful course doth take, With water black: even such as is: of irksome Stygian lake The ugly wave whereby art wont, to swear the gods on high. Here all the night the grisly ghosts and gods of death to erie The fame reports: with clinking chains resounds the wood each where The sprights cry out and every thing that dreadful is to hear, May there be seen: of ugly shapes from old Sepulchres sent A fearful flock doth wander there, and in that place frequent Worse things then euer yet were knowwne: ye all the wood full afce With flame is wont to flash, and all the higher trees aloft Without a fire do burn: and oft the wood beside all this With triple barking roars at once: full oft the palace is Affright with shapes, nor light of day may on the terror quell. Eternal night doth hold the place, and darkness there of hell In mid day reigns: from hens to them that pray out of the ground The certain answers given are, what time with dreadful sound From secret place the fates be told, and dungeon roars within While of the God breaks out the voice: whereto when entered in Fierce Atreus was, that did with him his brother's children trail, decked are the altars: who (alas) may it enough bewail? Behind the infant's backs anon he knit their noble hands, And eke their heavy heads about he bound with purple bands: There wanted there no Frankincense, nor yet the holy wine, Nor knife to cut the sacrifice, besprinked with leavens fine, Kept is in all the order due, Icast such a mischief great Should not be ordered well. who doth his hand on sword then set?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In Pelops Turret high, a part there is of Pallece wyde That towarde the ſouth erected leanes, of which the vtter ſyde With equall top to mountayne ſtantes, and on the City lies, And people proude agaynſt theyr prynce if once the traytors riſe Hath vnderneath his batiring ſtroke: there ſhynes the place in ſight Where woont the people to frequent, whoſe golden beames ſo bright The noble ſpotted pillers gray, of marble doe ſupporte, Within this place well knowen to men, where they ſo oſt reſorte, To many other roomes about the noble court doth goe. The priuie Palaice vnderlieth in ſecret place alos, With ditch ful deepe that doth encloſe the wood of priuiter, And hidden parts of kyngdome olde: where neuer grew no tree That chereful bowes is woont to beare, with knife or lopped be, But Taxe, and Cypreſſe, and with tree of Home ful blacke to ſee Doth becke and bende the wood ſo darke: alofte aboue all theeſe The higher oke doth ouer looke, ſurmounting all the treeſe. From hens with lucke the raigne to take, accuſtom'd are the kyngs, From hens in daunger ayd to aſke, and doome in doubtfull things. To this affixed are the gifts, the ſounding Trumpets bright, The Chariots broke, and ſpoyles of ſea that now Mirtôon hight, There hang the wheeles once won by crafte of falſer axel tree, And euery other conqueſts note, here leefullis to ſee The Phrygian tyre of Pelops head: the ſpoyle of enmies heere, And of Barbarian triumphe left, the paynted gorgeous geere. A lothſome ſpringe ſtands vnder ſhade, and ſlouthfull courſe doth take, With water blacke: euen ſuch as is: of yrkeſome Stygian lake The vgly waue whereby art wont, to ſweare the gods on hye. Here all the night the griſly ghoſts and gods of death to erie The fame reportes: with clinkyng chaynes reſoūds the wood ech where The ſprights cry out and euery thinge that dredfull is to heare, May there bee ſeene: of vgly ſhapes from olde Sepulchres ſent A frarefull ſlocke doth wander there, and in that place frequent Worſe things then euer yet were knowwne: ye all the wood full afce With flame is woont to flaſh, and all the higher trees alofte Without a fyre do burne: and ofte the wood beſide all this With triple barkyng roares at once: ful oft the palaice is Affright with ſhapes, nor lighte of day may on the terrour quell. Eternall night doth hold the place, and darknes there of hell In mid day raignes: from hens to them that pray out of the ground The certayne anſwers geuen are, what tyme with dredful ſound From ſecret place the fates be tolde, and dungeon roares within While of the God breakes out the voyce: whereto when entred in Fierce Atreus was, that did wyth him his brothers children trayle, Dekt are the aulters: wh (alas) may it enough bewayle? Behynde the infants backs anone he knyt theyr noble hands, And eke theyr heauy heads about he bound with purple bands: There wanted there no Frankenfence, nor yet the holy wine, Nor knyfe to cut the ſacrifice, beſprinkt with leuens fine, Kept is in all the order due, Icaſt ſuch a miſchiefe gret Should not be ordred well. who doth his hand on ſword then ſet?