Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 17 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.73 · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
WHich way O Prince of lands and Gods on high, At whose uprise eftsoons of shadowed night All beauty fleeth, which way turnst thou awry? And drawest the day in midst of heaven to flight? Why dost thou (Phoebus) hide from us thy sight? Not yet the watch that later hour brings in, Doth Vesper warn the Stars to kindle light. Not yet doth turn of Hesper's wheel begin To lose thy chare his well deserved way. The trumpet third not yet hath blown his blast While toward the night begins to yield the day: Great wonder hath of sudden suppers haste The Ploughman yet whose Oxen are untied. From wonted course of Heaven what draws thee backs? What causes have from certain race conspired To turn thy horse? do yet from dungeon black Of hollow hell, the conquered Giants prove A fresh assault? doth. Tityus yet assay With trenched heart, and wounded womb to move The former ires? or from the hill away Hath now Typhoeus wound his side by might? Is up to heaven the way erected high Of phlegrey foes by mountains set upright? And now doth Ossa Pelion overly? The wonted turns are gone of day and night, The rise of Sun, nor fall shall be no more, Aurora dewish mother of the light That wonts to send the horses out before, Doth wonder much again return to see. Her dawning light: she wots not how to case The weary wheels, nor manes that smoking be Of horse with sweat to bathe amid the seas. Himself unwonted there to lodge likewise, Doth setting son again the morning see, And now commands the darkness up to rise. Before the night to come prepared be. About the pole yet glowth no fire in sight. Nor light Moon the shades doth comfort yet What so it be, God grant it be the night. Our hearts do quake with fear oppressed great. And dreadful are least heaven and earth and all With fatal ruin shaken shall decay: And lest on Gods again, and men shall fall disfigured Chaos: and the land away The Seas, and Fires, and of the glorious Skies The wandering lamps, lest nature yet shall hide. Now shall no more with blaze of his uprise, The Lord of stars that leads the world so wide, Of Summer both and Winter give the marks. Nor yet the Moon with Phoebus flames that burns, Shall take from us by night the dreadful carks, With swifter course or pass her brother's turns, While compass less she fets in crooked race: The Gods on heaps shall out of order fall, And each with other mingled be in place. The wried way of holy planets all, With path aslope that doth divide the Zones. That bears the signs, and years in course doth bring, Shall see the stars with him fall down at ones. And he that first not yet with gentle spring,
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 845–904 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 24 in this edition
Length
491 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T24 — Apollo, Phoebus and the Musescross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T29 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WHich way O Prince of landes and Gods on hie, At whoſe vpriſe eftſones of ſhadowd night All beawty fleeth, which way turnſt thou awrye? And draweſt the day in midſt of heauen to flight? Why doſt thou (Phoebus) hide from vs thy ſight? Not yet the watch that later howre bringes in, Doth Veſper warne the Starres to kindle light. Not yet doth turne of Heſpers whele begin To loaſe thy chare his well deſerued way. The trumpet third not yet hath blowen his blaſt Whyle toward the night beginnes to yeld the day: Great wonder hath of ſodayne ſuppers haſt The Plowman yet whoſe Oxen are vntierd. From woonted courſe of Heauen what drawes thee backs? What cauſes haue from certayne race conſpierd To turne thy horſe? do yet from dongeon black Of hollow hell, the conquerd Gyantes proue A freſh aſſaut? doth. Tityus yet aſſay VVith trenched hart, and wounded wombe to moue The former yres? or from the hil away Hath now Typhoeus wound his ſyde by might? Is vp to heauen the way erected hie Of phlegrey foes by mountaynes ſet vpright? And now doth Oſſa Pelion ouerlye? The wonted turnes are gone of day and night, The ryſe of Sunne, nor fall ſhal be no more, Auora dowiſh mother of the light That wontes to ſend the horſes out before, Doth wonder much agayne returne to ſee. Her dawning light: ſhe wots not how to caſe The weary wheeles, nor manes that ſmoaking be Of horſe with ſweate to bathe amid the ſeas. Himſelfe vnwonted there to lodge likewiſe, Doth ſetting ſonne agayne the morning ſee, And now commaundes the darkenes vp to ryſe. Before the night to come prepared bee. About the Poale yet glowth no fyre in ſight. Nor light Moone the ſhades doth comfort yet What ſo it be, God graunt it be the night. Our hartes do quake with feare oppreſſed gret. And dreadfull are leaſt heauen and earth and all With fatall ruine ſhaken ſhall decay: And leaſt on Gods agayne, and men ſhall fall Disfigurde Chaos: and the land away The Seas, and Fyres, and of the glorious Skiſe The wandring lampes, leaſt nature yet ſhal hide. Now ſhall no more with blaſe of his vpriſe, The Lord of ſtarres that leades the world ſo wyde, Of Sommer both and Winter geue the markes. Nor yet the Moone with Phoebus flames that burnes, Shall take from vs by night the dreadful carkes, With ſwifter courſe or paſſe her brothers turnes, While compaſſe leſſe ſhe fets in croked race: The Gods on heaps ſhal out of order fall, And each with other mingled be in place. The wryed vvay of holy planets all, With path a ſlope that doth deuide the Zones. That beares the ſygnes, and yeares in courſe doth brynge, Shall ſee the ſtarres with him fall downe at ones. And he that firſt not yet vvith gentle ſpring,