Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 19 of 28
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1561 · first performed or written 1561 (Annals) tragedy; literary play T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.76 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
And from their howsen left do haste to cum, the Attic priests the night to celebrate: Such heap is chaste beneath by fields so dumb, with age full slow some taking forth their gate Full sad, and fylld with life so long now led: some yet do run the race of better years, The virgins yet unieind to spouses' bed, 〈◊〉 younglings eke on whom grow yet no hears And infant lately taught his mother's name. To these alone, (that the●… the les might fear) Is granted night to ease with foreborne flame. the rest full sad by dark do wander there: As is our mind, when one's away is fled the light, when each man sorry feels to be Dep●… overwhelmed with all the earth his head. thick Chaos stands, & darkness fowl to see, And colour ill of night▪ and slothful state of silent world, and d●…uers clouds about. Let hoary age us thither bring full late. no man comes late to that, whence never out, When once he is come, turn again he may. to hast the hard and heavy fate what veils? This wandering beape in wide lands far away, shall go to ghosts: & all shall give their sails To slow▪ Cocy●…s. all is to thee inclined, both what the fall, and rise of son doth see: Spare us that cum, to the we death are signed: though thou be slow, ourselves yet 〈◊〉 we. first hour, that gave the life, it lost again. TO Thebes is come the joyful day, your altars touch ye humbyllye, The fat fair sacrfices slay. maids ●…yxte with men in company Let them in sole ●…ne flocks go roil: and now with y●…ake laid down let cease The tillers of the fertile soil. is with hand of Hercles' peace between the morn and Hesper's glade, And where son holding middle seat, doth make the bodies cast no shade. What ever ground is overweate with compass long of seas abowght, Alcides labour ●…aemde full well. he over fords of Tartarus brought Returned appeased being hell. there is remaining now no fear, Nought lies beyond the hell to see. O priest thy staring locks of hear●… wrap in with loved poplar tree. WIth my revenging right hand slain now Lycus lo the ground with groveling face hath smit: then who soever fellow found Of tyrant was, partaker of his pains did also lie. Now to my father sacrifice and gods victor will I, And altars that deserve it, with ●…ayne off●…yngs reverence. Thee, thee O mate of all my toils I pray and my defence O warful Pallas, in whose left hand thy clear shield Aegis shakes Fierce ●…hretes, with head that each thing stone that looks upon it makes. Let ●…amer of Lycurgus now, and of red sea be hear, That point of spear with ivy green in hand doth covered bear: And two gods power, both Phoebus, and his sister too I pray, The sister meeter for her shafts, but he on th'harp to play:
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And frō theyr howsen left doo hast to cum, the Atticke priestes the nyght to celebrate: Such heape is chast beneth by fields so dum, with age ful slow som taking forth their gate Full sad, and fylld with life so long now led: some yet do runne the race of better yeares, The virgins yet vnieynde to spowses bed, yonglings eke on whō grow yet no heares And infāt lately taught his mothers name. To these alone, (that the y• les might feare) Is graūted night to ease wt foreborne flame. the rest full sad by darke doo wander theare: As is our mynde, when ones away is fled the lyght, when eche man sory feeles to bee Dep ouerwhelmd with all the erth his hed. thyck Chaos stands, & darknes fowle to see, And colour yll of nyght▪ and slouthfull state of silent world, and duers clowdes abowt. Let hoary age vs thyther bryng full late. no mā comes late to that, whence neuer out, Whē once he is come, turne agayn he may. to hast the hard and heuy fate what vayles? This wādring beape in wide lāds far away, shall go to ghosts: & al shall geue their sayles To slowe▪ Cocys. all is to thee enclynde, both what the fall, and rise of sonne doth see: Spare vs that cum, to the we deth ar signde: though thou be slow, our selfs yet we. Fyrst houre, y• gaue the lyfe, it loast againe. TO Thebes is come the ioyfull daye, your aulters touche ye humbyllye, The fatte fayre sacrfices slaye. maydes yxte with men in cumpanye Let them in sole ne flocks goe royle: and nowe with yake layde downe let cease The tyllers of the fertyle soyle. is with hande of Hercles peace betweene the morne and Hespers glade, And where sonne holdyng myddle seate, dothe make the bodyes caste no shade. What euer grownde is ouerweate with compasse long of seas abowght, Alcides labour aemde full well. he ouer foordes of Tartare browght Returnde appeased beeyng hell. there is remaynyng nowe no feare, Nought lyes beyonde the hell to see. O preest thy staryng lockes of hear wrappe in with loued poplar tree. WIth my reuēgyng right hand slayn nowe Lycus loe the grownde with groueling face hath smit: thē who soeuer fellow fownde Of tyrant was, partaker of his paynes dyd also lye. Nowe to my father sacryfyce and godds victor wyll I, And aulters that deserue it, with ayne offyngs reuerence. Thee, thee O mate of all my toyles I praye and my defence O warrefull Pallas, in whose lefte hande thy cleare shielde Aegis shakes Fierce hretes, wt head that eche thyng stone that lookes vpon it makes. Let amer of Lycurgus nowe, and of redde sea be heare, That poynte of speare with yuye greene in hande doothe couerde beare: And two godds powre, bothe Phoebus, and his syster too I praye, The syster meeter for her shaftes, but he on th'harpe to playe: