Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 28 of 28
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1561 · first performed or written 1561 (Annals) tragedy; literary play T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.84 · 565 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
This word is meet for Hercles' father lo. With this same arrow slain behold thy son is tumbled down, This weapon cruel Iuno lo from hands of thine hath thrown, This same will I now use. lo see how leaps with fear affright My wretched heart, and how it doth my careful body smite. The shaft is set there to, thou shalt a mischief lo do now Both willing it, and wotting: tell, what thing commandest thou? I nothing crave, my dolour lo in safety standeth now. To keep my son alive to me that only do canst thou o Theseus, yet I have not s●…apte, greatest fear that happen can. Thou canst ●…e not a myler make, thou mayst a happy man. So order every thing thou dost, as all thy cause in hand, And fame thou mayst well know in strayg●… and doubtful case to stand: Thou ●…iust, or diest: this slender soul that light is hence to flee, we●…yed with age, and no less bet with grievous isle to see, In mouth I holoe. so slowly to a father with such stay Doth any man give life? I will no longer bide delay, The deadly sword throughout my breast to strike I will apply, Here, here the guilt of Hercules ever sound of mind shall lie. Forbear O father now, forbear, withdraw thy hand again. My manhood yield, thy father's will, and impery sustain. To Hercles' labours now likewise, let this one labour go, Let me yet live lift up from ground ●…hafflicted limbs with woe, o Theseus of my parent: for from godly touch doth flee My wicked hand. I gladly do this hand embrace to me. By this I being stayed will go, this moving to my breast i'll slake my woes. what place shall I seek roonaga●…e for rest? Where shall I hide myself? or in what land myself engrave? What Tanais, or what Nilus else, or with his persian wave what Tigris violent of stream, or what fierce Rhenus' flood, Or Tagus troublesome that flows with I bear treasures good May my right hand now wash from guilt? although Mae●…tis collde The waves of all the Northern sea on me shed out now wollde, And all the water thereof should now pass by my two hands, Yet will the mischief deep remain. Alas into what lands wilt thou o wicked man resort? to East, or western cost? Each where well known, all place I have of banishment quite lost From me the world doth flee a back, the stars that spdeling ro●…n Do backward drive their turned course, even Cerberus the soo●… better countenance di●… b. hold. o faithful friend I say o Theseus, seek some lurking place, farce hence, out of the way. O thou awarder of men's guilts what ever judge thou be That hurtful men dost love, repay a worthy thank to me: And my deserts. I ●…hee beseech, to ghosts of hell again Send me that ones escaped them: and subject to thy rain Restore me yet to those thy bands. that place shall me well hide: And yet even that place knows me well. Our land for thee doth dyde. There Mars, his hand acquit again and made from slaughter free Restored to armour: lo that land (Alcides) calls for thee, which wonts to quite the gods, and prove them Innocent to be.
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This word is mete for Hercles father loe. With this same arrowe slayne beholde thy sonne is tombled downe, This weapon cruell Iuno lo from handes of thyne hath throwne, This same will I now vse. loe see how leapes with feare affright My wretched hart, and how it doth my carefull body smight. The shafte is set there to, thou shalt a mischiefe loe do now Both willing it, and wotting: tell, what thing commaundest thou? I nothing craue, my dolour loe in safetie standeth now. To kepe my sonne aliue to me that onely do canst thou o Theseu, yet I haue not sapte, greatst feare that happen can. Thou canst e not a myler make, thou maist a happy man. So order euery thyng thou dooste, as all thy cause in hande, And fame thou mayst well know in strayg and doutfull case to stande: Thou iust, or dyest: thys slender sowle that lyght is hense to flee, weyed with age, and no lesse bet with greuous yle to see, In mouthe I holoe. so slowlye to a father with suche staye Dothe any man geue lyfe? I wyll no longer byde delaye, The dedlye sworde throughout my brest to stryke I will applye, Here, here the gylt of Hercules eue sownde of mynde shall lye. Forbeare O father now, forbeare, withdrawe thy hande agayne. My manhode yeelde, thy fathers wyll, and Imperye sustayne. To Hercles labours now lykewyse, let this one labour goe, Let me yet lyue lyfte vp from grounde hafflicted lymmes with woe, o Theseu of my parent: for from godly touche doth fle My wicked hande. I gladly doe this hande embrace to me. By this I beeyng stayed will goe, this mouing to my brest Ile slake my woes. what place shal I secke roonagae for rest? Where shall I hyde my selfe? or in what lande my selfe engraue? What Tanais, or what Nilus els, or with his persyan waue what Tigris violent of streame, or what fierce Rhenus flood, Or Tagus troublesome that flowes with I bere treasures good May my right hande now wash from gylt? although Maetis collde The waues of all the Northen seae on me shed out now wollde, And al the water thereof shoolde now passe by my two handes, Yet will the mischiefe deepe remayne. Alas into what landes wilt thou o wicked man resorte? to East, or westerne coste? Eche where well knowen, all place I haue of banishmente quight loste Frō me the worlde doth flee a backe, the starres that spdelyng ron Do backwarde dryue their turned course, euen Cerberus the soo better countnaunce di b. holde. o faythfull frende I saye o Theseu, secke some lurkyng place, farce hence, out of the waye. O thou awarder of mens gyltes what euer iudge thou be That hurtefull men doest loue, repaye a worthy thanke to me: And my desertes. I hee beseeche, to ghostes of hell agayne Sende me that ones escaped them: and subiect to thy rayne Restore me yet to those thy bandes. that place shall me well hyde: And yet euen that place knowes me well. Our lande for thee doth dyde. There Mars, his hand acquit agayne and made from slaughter free Restoarde to armour: loe that lande (Alcides) calles for thee, which wontes to quight the gods, and proue them Innocent to be.