Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 10 of 28
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1561 (Annals) tragedy; literary play T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.79 · 464 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
A trembling cold doth run throughout my bloodless limbs each one. What heinous thing comes to mine ears? I feared not then at all, When (all peace broke) the noise of war did by the city wall Resound about, I bore all that unfearfully to see, I fear the wedding chambers: now I captive seem to me. Let heavy chains my body grieve, and eke with hunger long Let lingering death be slowly brought, yet shall no force full strong My truth subdue: for even thine own Alcides will I die. Doth then thy husband drowned in hell give thee this stomach hic? The hells allow he touched, that he the height again might get. The heavy poise oppresseth him of all the earth full great. He with no burden shall be priest, that heaven itself sustained. Thou shalt be forced. He wots not how to die, that is constrained. Speak, what may rather I prepare then wedding new for thee. More royal gift? Thine own death else, or else the death of me. Thou 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 slain of kings with handy stroke? Why doth he yet a king then serve, and still sustain his yoke? Take once away the hard behests, what's virtue then at last? Dost thou it virtue count, to be to beasts, and monsters cast? 'tis virtues part, to tame the things, that all men quake to know. Him great things bragging, darkness deep of Tartar press full low. There never may from ground to stars an easy passage be. Of whom begot, 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 whatever Titan risen up, doth see, or else at fall, And after all these monsters tamed, 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 Juno's hate. Why dost thou slander 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 I'll the shepherd lo the flocks of Pherey fed. But through all coasts he wandered not abroad as banished. Whom straying mother first brought forth wandering loud to sight. Yet Phoebus did no monsters fear, or beasts of cruel might.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 418–462 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 28 in this edition
Length
464 words · 599 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtuecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.794 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T17 · seed 44: T19 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A trembling colde doth run throughout my bloudles lims ech one. What hainous thinge comes to myne eares? I fear'de not then at all, When (all peace broake) the noyse of warre did by the city wall Reſounde about, I bare all that vnfearefully to ſee, I feare the wedding chambers: nowe I captiue ſeeme to mee. Let heauy chaynes my body greeue, and eke with hunger long Let lingring death be ſlowly brought, yet ſhall no force full ſtrong My truthe ſubdue: for euen thine owne Alcides will I dye. Doth then thy huſband droun'de in hell geue thee this ſtomack hic? The hells alowe he toucht, that he the height againe might get. The heauy paiſe oppreſſeth him of all the earth full great. Hee with no burdein ſhall be preſt, that heauen it ſelfe ſuſtayn'de. Thou ſhalt be forſt. He wots not how to die, that is cōstrain'd. Speake, what may rather I prepare then wedding newe for thee. More royall gyft? Thine owne death els, or els the death of mee. Thou ſhalt mad woman die. I ſhall then to my huſbande go. More then my Sceptors is to thee a ſeruaunt loued ſo? How many hath this ſeruant ſlayne of kings with hendy ſtroake? Why doth he yet a king then ſerue, and ſtill ſuſtayne his yoake? Take once away the hard beheſts, what's vertue then at laſt? Do'ſt thou it vertue counte, to bee to beaſts, and monſters caſt? T'is vertues part, to tame the things, that all men quake to know. Him great things braggīg, darknes deepe of tartare presse ful low. There neuer may from ground to ſtars an eaſy paſſage be. Of whom begot, the houſen then of Gods through pearceth he? O wretched wife of Hercles great, thy words 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 deebes, and after all appeaſ'de with hand of his What euer Titan ryſen vp, doth ſee, or els at fall, And after all theſe monſters tam'de, and Phlegrey ſprinkled all With wicked bloud, and after Gods defended all on hye, Is not his father yet well knowne? or Ioue doe we beelye? Beleeue it yet by Iunoes hate. Why do'ſte thou ſclaunder Ioue? No mortall kinred euer may be mixt with heauen aboue. To many of the Gods in ſkyes is this a common trade. But were they euer ſeruauntes yet, before they Gods were made? Of Delos Ile the ſheepherde loe the flocks of Pherey fed. But through all coaſts he wandred not abroade as baniſhed. Whō ſtraying mother firſt brought forth wādring loud to ſight. Yet Phoebus did no monſters feare, or beaſts of cruell might.