Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 23 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.80 · 457 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
now praise I well my hands. Now got I have the palm. I had been overcome of thee, Except thou sorrowedst so but now even children borne to me I count and now of bridebed chaste the faith I do repair, In what offended have my sons: In that, that thine they were Setst thou the sons for father's food? I do & (which is best) The certain sons, The gods that guide all infants I protest. What wedlock gods? who would the gilt with guilt so quite again? I know thy grief prevented now with wrong thou dost complain: Nor this thee irks, that said thou art with food of cursed kind, But that thou hadst not it prepared for so it was thy mind, Such meats as these to set before thy brother wotting nought, And by the mother's help to have, likewise my children caught: And them with such like to slay: this one thing letted thee, Thou thought'st them thine. the gods shall all of this revengers be And unto them for vengeance due my vows thee render shall But vexed to be I thee the white, give to thy children all. O King of Dis' dungeon dark, and grisly Ghosts of hell, That in the deep and dreadful Den, of blackest Terrace dwell. Where lean and pale diseases lie where fear and famine are, Where discord stands with bleeding brows, where every kind of care, Where furies fight in beds of steel, and hears of crawling snakes, Where Gorgon grim, where Harpies are, & loathsome limbo lakes, Where most prodigious ugly things, the hollow hell doth bide. If yet a monster more misshaped than all that there do hide, That makes his brood his cursed food, ye all abhor to see, Nor yet the deep Averne itself, may bide to cover me, Nor grisly gates of Pluto's place, yet dare themselves to spread, Nor gaping ground to swallow him, whom Gods and day have fled: Yet break ye out from cursed seats, and here remain with me, Ye need not now to be afraid, the Air and Heaven to see. Nor triple headed Cerberus, thou needst not be affright, The day unknown to thee to see or else the loathsome light. They both be fled: and now doth dwell none other countenance here, Then doth beneath the foulest face, of hateful hell appear. Come see a meetest match for thee, a more than monstrous womb, That is of his unhappy brood, become a cursed tomb. Flock here ye foulest fiends of hell, and thou O grandsire great, Come see the glutted guts of mine, with such a kind of meat, As thou didst once for Gods prepare. Let torments all of hell
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1165–1213 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 24 in this edition
Length
457 words · 589 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T36 — Hell, Furies and the language of punishmentcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.796 (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)
now prayſe I well my handes. Now got I haue the palme. I had bene ouercome of thee, Except thou ſorrow'dſt ſo but now euen children borne to mee I compt and now of bridebed chaſt the ſayth I do repayre, In what offended haue my ſous: In that, that thyne they were Setſt thou the ſonnes for fathers foode? I do & (which is beſt) The certayne ſonnes, The gods that guyde all infantes I proteſt. What wedlock gods? who would the gilt wt gylt ſo quite again? I know thy greefe preuented now with wrong thou doſt complayne: Nor this thee yrkes, that ſed thou art with food of curſed kind, But that thou hadſt not it prepared for ſo it was thy mynd, Such meates as theſe to ſet before thy brother wotting naught, And by the mothers helpe to haue, likewyſe my children caught: And them with ſuch like to ſlay: this one thing letted thee, Thou thought'ſt them thine. the gods ſhall al of this reuengers be And vnto them for vengeance due my vowes thee render ſhall But vext to be I thee the whyte, geeue to thy children all. O Kyng of Dytis dungeou darke, and gyſty Ghoſts of hell, That in the deepe and dre adfull Denne, of blackeſt Tarrace dwell. Where leane and pale dyſeaſes lye where feare and ſamyne are, Where discord ſtands with bleeding browes, where euery kynde of care, Where furies fight in beds of ſteele, and heares of crauling ſnakes, Where Gorgon grimme, where Harpyes are, & lothſome Lymbo lakes, Where moſt prodigious vgly thinges, the hollowe hell doth byde. If yet a mouſter more myſhapt then all that there doe hyde, That makes his broode his curſed foode, yee all abhorre to ſee, Nor yet the deepe Auerne it ſelfe, may byde to couer mee, Nor griſly gates of Putoes place, yet dare them ſelues to ſpred, Nor gaying grounde to ſwallowe him, whom Gods and day haue ſled: Yet breake yee out from curſed ſeates, and heere remayne with mee, Yee neede not now to be affrayde, the Ayre and Heauen to ſee. Nor triple headed Cerberus, thou needſt not bee affryght, The day vnknowne to thee to ſee or els the lothſome lyght. They both be ſled: and now doth dwell none other count'naunce heere, Then doth beneath the fowleſt face, of hatefull hell appeete. Come ſee a meeteſt match for thee, a more then monſtrous wombe, That is of his vnhappy broode, become a curſed tombe. Flocke here yee fowleſt flendes of hell, and thou O graundſyre greate, Come ſee the glutted guts of myne, with ſuch a kinde of meate, As thou didſt once for Gods prepare. Let torments all of hel