Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 20 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
The mind that wots before of after ill. The sturdy storms the shipmen over lie. When void of wind th'assuaged seas do rest. What tumult yet or countenance to see mak'st thou mad man? at length a trustful breast To brother geue, whatever now it be, Causeless, or else too late thou art a dread. I wretch would not so fear, but yet me draws A trembling terror: down mine eyes do shed Their sudden tears and yet I know no cause, Is it a grief, or fear? or else hath tears great joy itself. Let us this day with one consent (O brother celebrate) This day my sceptres my confirm, and stablish my estate. And faithful bond of peace and love between us ratify. Enough with meat and eke with wine, now satisfied am I. But yet of all my joys it were a great increase to me, If now about my side I might my little children see. Believe that here even in thine arms thy children present be. For here they are; and shallbe here, no part of them fro thee Sal be withheld: their loved looks now give to thee I will, And with the heap of all his babes, the father fully fill. Thou shalt be glutted fear thou not: they with my boys as yet The joyful sacrifices make at board where children sit. They shallbe called, the friendly cup now take of courtesy With wine upfilled. of brother's feast I take full willingly The final gift, shed some to gods of this our father's land, Then let the rest be drunk, what's this? in no wise will my hand Obey: the poise increaseth sore, and down mine arm doth sway. And from my lips the wafting wine itself doth fly away, And in deceived mouth, about my jaws it runneth round. The table to, itself doth shake and leap from trembling ground. Scant burns the fire: the air itself with heavy cheer to slght Forsook of son amazed is between the day and night. What meaneth this? yet more and more of backward beaten sky The compass falls, and thicker mist the world doth o'er Then blackest darkness, and the night in night itself doth hide. All stars be fled, what so it be my brother God provide And soon to spare: the Gods so grant that all this tempest fall On this vile head: but now restore to me my children all, I will, and never day again shall them from thee withdraw, What tumult tumbleth so my guts, and doth my bowels gnaw? What quakes within, with heavy poise I feel myself oppressed, And with another voice than mine bewails my doleful breast: Come near my sons, for you now doth th'unhappy father call: Come near, for you once seen, this grief would soon assuage & fall Whence murmur they? t.w fathers arms embrace them quickly now For here they are lo come to thee: dost thou thy children know?
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The mind that wots before of after yll. The ſturdy ſtormes the ſhipmen ouer lye. VVhen voyd of wynd thaſſwaged ſeas do reſt. VVhat tumult yet or countenaunce to ſee Makſte thou mad man? at length a truſtful breaſt To brother gene, what euer now it be, Cauſeles, or els to late thou art a dred. I wretch would not ſo feare, but yet me drawes A trembling terrour: downe myne eyes do ſhed Their ſodayne teares and yet I know no cauſe, Is it a greefe, or feare? or els hath teares great ioy it ſelfe. LEtte vs this daye with one conſente (O brother celebrate) This daye my ſceptors my confyrme, and ſtabliſh my eſtate. And faythfull bonde of peace and loue betwene vs ratifye. Enough with meate and eke with wyne, now ſatiſfyed am I. But yet of all my ioyes it were a great encreaſe to mee, If now about my ſyde I might my litle children ſee. Beleeue that here euen in thyne armes thy children preſent be. For here they are; and ſhalbe here, no part of them fro thee Sal be withheld: their loued lookes now geue to thee I wil, And with the heape of all his babes, the father fully fyll. Thou ſhalt be glutted feare thou not: they with my boyes as yet The ioyful ſacrifyces make at borde where children ſit. They ſhalbe cald, the frendly cup now take of curteſy With wyne vpfylde. of brothers feaſt I take ful willingly The fynal gyft, ſhed ſome to gods of this our fathers lande, Then let the reſt be dronke, what's this? in no wyſe wil my hand Obeye: the payſe increaſeth ſore, and downe myne arme doth ſway. And from my lippes the wafting wyne it ſelfe doth flye away, And in deceiued mouth, about my iawes it rūneth rounde. The table to, it ſelfe doth ſhake and leape from trembling ground. Scant burnes the fyre: the ayre it ſelfe with heauy chere to ſlght Forſooke of ſonne amaſed is betweene the day and night. What meaneth this? yet more and more of backward beaten ſkye The compas falles, and thicker myſt the world doth ouerly Then blackeſt darkenes, and the night in night it ſelfe doth hyde. All ſtarres be fled, what ſo it bee my brother God prouyde And ſoones to ſpare: the Gods ſo graunt that al this teſtmpeſt fall On this vyle head: but now reſtore to me my childreu all, I wil, and neuer day agayne ſhal them from thee withdraw, What tumult tumbleth ſo my guttes, and doth my bowels gnaw? What quakes within, with heauy payſe I feele my ſelfe oppreſt, And with an other voyce then myne bewayſes my doleful breſt: Come nere my ſonnes, for you now doth thun happy father call: Come nere, for you once ſeene, this griefe would ſoone aſſwage & fall Whence murmure they? fathers at embrace them quickly now For here they are loe come to thee: doſt thou thy children know?