Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 13 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 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Break fate by force: & let the sight of day to sorry sprights of hell apparently, and porch unpassed show way to gods above. the cruel lords of sprights with pleasant song And humble bown full well could Orpheꝰmove while he Eurydicen them craves among. The art that drew woods, birds, & stones at w●… which made delay to floods of flitting flight At sound whereof the savage beasts stood still with tunes unwont doth ghosts of hell delight And clearer doth resound in darker place: & weep with tears did gods of cruel breast: And they which faults with to severe a face do seek, & former guilt of ghosts out wrest: The Thracian daughters wails Eurydicem. for her the judges weeping sit also. We conquered are, chief king of death said them to gods (but under this condition) go, Behind thy husbands back keep that thy way, look thou not back thy wife before to see, Than the to sight of gods hath brought that day and gate of Spartan Taenare present be. Love hates delay, nor could abide so long. his gift, he lost, while he desires the sight. The place that could be thus subdued {with} song that place may soon be overcome by might. QComfortable guide of light, and honour of the sky, That compassing both hemispheres with flaming chariot his Thy radiant head to joyful lands about the world dost bring, Thou Phoebus pardon give to me, if any unlawful thing Thine eyes have seen: (commanded) I have here to light out fet The secrets of the world: and thou of heaven o guider great, And parent eke, in flash out thrown of lightening hide thy sight. And thou that governest the seas with second sceptres might, To bottom sink of deepest waves: who so from high doth see, And dreading yet with cowntnance new the earth defiled to be, Let him from hens turn back his sight, and face to heaven uphold, These monstrous sights to shoes: let twain this mischief great behold, He who it brought, and she that bad. for painful toils to me, And labours long, not all the earth thought wide enough may be For Iunoes hate: things uncome to of all men I did see, Unknown to son, and spaces wide that dark and shadesull be Which worser pole gives direr Ioue to reign and rule therein. And yet if third place pleased more for me to enter in, I there could reign. the Chaos of eternal night of hell, And worse than night, the doleful gods I have that there dood ●…ll, And fates subdued, the death contemned I am returned to light. What yet remains? I saw and showed the sprites of hell to sight: appoint, if ought be more, dost thou my hands so long permit Iuno to cease? what thing bid'st thou to be subdued yet? But why do cruel sowldyars hold the holy temples wide? And dread of armour sacred porch beset on every side?
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Breake fate by force: & let the syght of daye to sory sprights of hell apparentlye, and porche vnpast shew way to gods aboue. the cruel lords of sprights with plesant song And hūble bown ful wel could Orpheꝰmoue while he Eurydicen them craues among. The art yt drew woods, birds, & stones at w which made delay to flouds of flitting flight At soūd wherof the sauage beasts stood styll with tunes vnwōt doth ghosts of hel delight And cleerer dothe resounde in darker place: & wepe with teares did gods of cruell brest: And they which fautes with to seuere a face do seeke, & former gylt of ghosts out wrest: The Thracian daughters wails Eurydicē. for her the iudges weeping sitte also. We cōquerd ar, chief kyng of death said thē to godds (but vnder this cōdition) goe, Behynd thy husbands back kepe y• thy way, looke thou not backe thy wyfe before to see, Thā the to sight of gods hath brought yt day and gate of Spartane Taenare present bee. Loue hates delay, nor coulde abyde so long. his gyfte, he loste, while he desires the syght. The place yt coulde be thus subdewd we song that place may soone be ouercom by myght. QComfortable guyde of lyght, and honour of the skye, That cōpassyng both hemyspheres with flamyng charyot hys Thy radiant head to ioyfull landes about the worlde doste bryng, Thou Phoebus pardon geue to me, yf any vnlawfull thyng Thyne eyes haue seene: (commanded) I haue here to lyght out fette The secretes of the worlde: and thow of heauen o guyder grette, And parent eke, in flashe out throwne of lyghtnyng hyde thy syght. And thou that gouernest the seas with seconde sceptors myght, To bottome synke of deepest waues: who so from hye dothe see, And dreadyng yet with cowntnance newe the erthe defylde to bee, Let hym from hens turne backe his syght, and face to heauen vpholde, These mōstrous syghts to shoon: let twain this mischiefe great beholde, He who it brought, and she that badde. for paynefull toyles to me, And labours long, not all the earthe thowght wyde ynough may be For Iunoes hate: thyngs vncome to of all men I dyd see, Unknowne to sonne, and spaces wyde that darke and shadesull bee Whiche woorser poale geeues dyrer Ioue to raigne and rule theryn. And yet yf thyrde place pleasyd more for me to enter yn, I there coulde raigne. the Chaos of eternall nyght of hell, And woorse then nyght, the dolefull godds I haue that there dood ll, And fates subdude, the deathe contemnde I am returnde to lyght. What yet remaynes? I sawe and showde the spryghts of hell to syght: Appoynte, yf ought be more, doste thou my hands so long permyt Iuno to ceasse? what thyng bydst thou to be subdued yet? But why doo cruell sowldyars holde the holy temples wyde? And dreade of armour sacred porche beset on euery syde?