Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 10 of 28
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1561 · first performed or written 1561 (Annals) tragedy; literary play unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
The heavy poise oppresseth him Of all the earth full great. He with no burden shall be priest, that heaven itself ●…ustaynde. Thou shalt be forced. He wous not how to die, that is constrained. Speak, what may rather I prepare then wedding new for th●… More ●…oyall gift▪ Thine own death else, or else the death of me. Then shalt mad woman die. I shall then to my husband go. More than my sceptres is to thee a servant loved so? How many hath this servant ●…ayne of kings with handy stroke? Why do●…he he yet a king then serus, and still ●…ustayne his yoke? Take once away the hard behests, what's virtue then at la●…e? Doo●…e thou it virtue count, to be to beasts, and monsters cast? ●…is virtues part, to tame the things, that all men quake to know. Him great things bragging, darkness deep of 〈◊〉 press full low. There never may from ground to stars an easy passage be. Of whom be got, the housen then of gods through pierceth he? O wretched wife of Hercles great, thy words a while now spare. My part it is, the father of Alcides to declare, And his true stock. yet after all of man so stout as this So famous deeds, and after all Appeased with hand of his What ever Titan risen up, doth see, or else at fall, And after all these monsters taemde, and Phlegrey sprinkled all With wicked blood, and after gods defended all on high, Is not his father yet well known? Or Ioue do we belie? Believe it yet by Iunoes hate. why dost thou sclawnder Ioue? No mortal kindred ever may be mixed with heaven above. To many of the gods in skies is this a common trade. But were they ever servants yet, before they gods were made? Of Delos isle the shepherd los the flocks of Pherey fed. But through all coasts he wandered not abroad as banished. Whom straying mother first brought forth in wandering land to sight. Yet Phoebus did no monsters fear, or beasts of cruel might. First dragon with his blood embrued the shafts of Phoebus lo. How grievous ills even yet full young he bore, do you not know? From mother's womb the babe out thrown with lightening flame from high, Even next his lightning father stood forthwith above in sky. What? he himself that guides the stars, and shakes the clouds at will, Did not that infant lurk in den of hollow caved hill? The births so great full troublous price to have lo●… always aught: And ever to be borne a God, with cost full great is bought. Whom thou a miser seest, thou mayst Know him a man to be. A miser him deny ye may, whom stout of heart ye see.
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The heauy payse oppresseth hym Of all the earthe full great. He with no burdeyn shall be prest, that heauen it selfe ustaynde. Thou shalt be forst. He wos not how to dye, that is constraynde. Speake, what may rather I prepare then weddyng newe for th More oyall gyft▪ Thyne owne death els, or ells the death of mee. Then shalt mad woman dye. I shal then to my husbande go. More then my sceptors is to thee a seruant loued so? Howe many hath this seruant ayne of kyngs with handye stroake? Why dohe he yet a kyng then serus, and styll ustayne his yoake? Take once away the harde behests, whats vertue then at lae? Dooe thou it vertue counte, to bee to beasts, and monsters caste? is vertues part, to tame the thyngs, that all men quake to knowe. Hym great thyngs braggyng, darknes deepe o presse full lowe. There neuer may frō grownd to stars an easye passage be. Of whom be got, the housen then of godds through pearceth he? O wretched wyfe of Hercles great, thy woords a whyle now spare. My parte it is, the father of Alcides to declare, And his true stocke. yet after all of man so stoute as this So famous deedes, and after all Appeasde with hande of his What euer Titan rysen vp, Doothe see, orels at fall, And after all these monsters taemde, and Phlegrey sprynkled all With wycked bloude, and after godds defended all on hye, Is not his father yet well knowne? Or Ioue doo we beelye? Beleeue it yet by Iunoes hate. why dooste thou sclawnder Ioue? No mortall kynred euer maye bee myxte with heauen aboue. To many of the godds in skyes is this a common trade. But were they euer seruantes yet, before they godds were made? Of Delos yle the shepherde los the flocks of Pherey fed. But through all coasts he wandred not abroade as banyshed. Whome straying mother fyrst brought foorth in wandryng lande to syght. Yet Phoebus dyd no monsters feare, or beasts of cruell myght. First dragon with his blood embrewde the shafts of Phoebus loe. Howe greeuous ylls euen yet full yong he bare, doo yow not knoe? Frō mothers wombe the babe out throwne with lyghtnyng flame from hye, Euen next his lyghtnyng father stoode foorthwith aboue in skye. What? he hym selfe that guydes the starrs, and shakes the cloudes at wyll, Dyd not that infant lurke in denne of hollowe caued hyll? The byrthes so great full troublous price to haue lo allways ought: And euer to be borne a God, with coste full greate is bought. Whome thou a myser seeste, thou mayst Knowe hym a man to bee. A myser hym denye ye maye, whome stoute of harte ye see.