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Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 18 of 24

Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.

The temperate Gale doth give to sails, the Ram Shall headlong fall a down to Seas again, Through which he once with fearful Helen swam. Next him the Bull that doth with horn sustain The sisters seven with him shall overturn The twins and arms of crooked Cancer all, The Lion hot that wonts the soil to burn Of Hercules again from heaven shall fall. To lands once left the Virgin shall be thrown, And leveled poise of balance sway allow, And draw with them the stinging Scorpion down. So likewise he that holds in Thessal bow His swift well feathered arrows Chiron old, Shall break the same and eke shall lese his shot And Capricorn that brings the winter cold Shall overturn and break the water pot Who so thou be: and down with thee to ground, The last of all the signs shall Pisces fall And monsters eke in seas yet never drowned, The water gulf shall overwhelm them all. And he which doth between each ursa glide, Like crooked flood the slipper serpent twined: And lesser Bear by greater dragon's side, Full cold with frost congealed hard by kind, And carter dull that slowly guides his wain Unstable shall Boòtes fall from high. We are thought meet of all men whom again Should hugy heap of Chaos o'er. And world oppress with overturned mass The latest age now falleth us upon. With evil hap we are begot alas If wretch's we have lost the sight of son, Or him by fraught enforced have to fly Let our complaints yet go and fear be pasts He greedy is of life, that will not die When all the world shall end with him at last. Now equal with the Stars I go. beyond each other wight, With haughty head the heavens above, and highest pole I smite, The kingdom now, and seat I hold, where once my father reigned: I now let go the gods: for all my will I have obtained enough and well, ye even enough for me I am acquit But why enough? I will proceed and fill the father yet With blood of his least any shame should me restrain at all, The day is gone, go to therefore while thee the heaven doth call Would God I could against their wills yet hold the Gods that flee And of revenging dish constrain them witnesses to be: But yet (which well enough is wrought) let it the father see. In spirit of all the drowned day I will remove from thee The darkness all, in shade whereof do lurk thy miseries. And guest at such a banquet now to long he careless lies, With merry face: now eat and drunk enough he hath at last t'is best himself should know his ills ye servants, all in haste Undo the temple doors: and let the house be open all: Fain would I see, when look upon his children's heads he shall
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PlayThyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy)
AuthorHeywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus
Publication year (edition)1581
First performance / composition (Annals)1560
First performance (BritDrama)1560 [Mar]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;Closet/Unacted
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 51 · TCP A11909 · DEEP 5015.02
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 905–962 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 24 in this edition
Length495 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T36 — Hell, Furies and the language of punishment at 0.738
Other seedsseed 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)
The temperate Gale doth geue to ſayles, the Ramme Shall headlong fall a dovvne to Seas agayne, Through vvhich he once vvith fearefull Hellen ſvvam. Next him the Bull that doth vvith horne ſuſtayne The ſyſters ſeuen with him ſhall ouerturne The twins and armes of croked Cancer all, The Lyon hoat that wontes the ſoyle to burne Of Hercules agayne from heauen ſhall fall. To landes once left the Virgin ſhall be throwne, And leueld payſe of balance ſway alow, And draw with them the ſtinging Scorpion downe. So likewyſe he that holdes in Theſſale bowe His ſwift wel fethred arrowes Chiron old, Shal breake the ſame and eke ſhal leſe his ſhotte And Capricorne that bringes the winter cold Shall ouerturne and breake the water pot VVho ſo thou be: and downe with thee to grounde, The laſt of all the ſygnes ſhal Piſces fall And monſters eke in ſeas yet neuer drounde, The water gulph ſhal ouerwhelme them all. And he which doth betwene each vrſa glyde, Lyke croked flood the ſlipper ſerpent twynde: And leſſer Beare by greater Dragons ſyde, Full cold with froſt congealed hard by kinde, And carter dull that ſlowly guides his waine Vnſtable ſhall Boòtes fall from hye. VVe are thought meete of all men whom agayn Should hugy heape of Chaos ouerly. And world oppreſſe with ouerturned maſſe The lateſt age now falleth vs vppon. VVith euil hap we are begot alas If wretches we haue loſt the ſight of ſonne, Or him by fraught enforced haue to flye Let our complayntes yet goe and feare be paſts He greedy is of life, that wil not die VVhen all the world ſhall end with him at laſt. NOwe equall with the Starres I goe. beyond each other wight, With haughty heade the heauens aboue, and higheſt Poale I ſmite, The kingdome nowe, and ſeate I holde, where once my father raynd: I nowe lette goe the gods: for all my wil I haue obſaynde aoughe and well, ye euen enough for me I am acquit But why enough? I wil procede and fyl the father yet With bloud of his leaſt any ſhame ſhould me reſtrayne at all, The day is gone, go to therfore whyle thee the heauen doth call Would God I could agaynſt their wils yet hold the Goddes that flee And of reuenging diſh conſtrayne them witneſſes to bee: But yet (which wel enough is wrought) let it the father ſee. In ſpighte of al the drowned day I will remoue from thee The darkneſſe all, in ſhade wherof do lurke thy miſeryes. And gueſt at ſuch a banquet now to long he careles lyes, With mery face: now eate and drunke enough he hath at laſt T'ys beſt him ſelfe ſhould know his ylls ye ſeruauntes, all in haſt Vndoe the temple dores: and let the houſe bee open all: Fayne would I ſee, when loke vppon his childrens heads he ſhal