Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 16 of 28
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1561 (Annals) tragedy; literary play T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.75 · 490 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
No joyful Meads do there bring forth with face so green & fair, Nor yet with gentle Zephyrus wags ripened corn in th'air. Nor any tree hath there such bows as do bring apples out. The barren compass of deep soil full filthy lies about, And withered with eternal drought the loathsome land doth waste And bond full sad of things, and of the world the places last: The air unmoved stands, and night sits there full dark to see In slothful world, all things by dread full horrible there be. And even far worse than death itself, is place where death doth bide. What? he that doth those places dark with regal sceptre guide, In what seat set, doth he dispose and rule those people's light? A place there is in turn obscure of Tartarus from sight? Which missed full thick with fearful shade doth hold and overgo. From hence a double parted stream from one wellspring doth flow: The tone, much like a standing pool (by this the gods do swear) The which the sacred Stygian lake with silent flood doth bear: The tother fierce with tumult great is drawn his course to go, And Acheron with raging flood the stones drives to and fro Unsailable. with double ford is round about beset Against it Ditis' palace dire, and manston house full great In shadeful wood is covered: from wide den here the posts And thresholds of the tyrant hang, this is the walk of ghosts: This of his kingdom is the gate: a field about it goes, Where sitting with a countenance proud abroad he doth dispose New souls, a cruel majesty is in the God to know: A frowning forehead, which yet of his brethren bears the show, And so great stock: there is in him of Ioue the very face, But when he lightens: and great part of cruel kingdoms place, Is he himself the lord thereof: the sight of whom doth fear, whatever thing is feared. Is fame in this poignet true, that there Such rigours are, and guilty Ghosts of men that there remain Forgetful of their former fault, have their deserved pain? Who is the rector there of right, and judge of equity? Not only one extorter out of faults in seat set high The judgements late to trembling souls doth there by lot award: In one appointed judgement place is Gnossian Minos hard, And in another Radamanth: this crime doth Aeac hear. What each man once hath done, he feels: and guilt to th'author the are Returns, and th'hurtful with their own example punished be. The bloody cruel captains I in prison she did see, And back of tyrant impotent even with his people's hand All torn and cut. what man of might with favour leads his land, And of his own life lord reserves his hurtless hands to good, And gently doth his empire guide without the thirst of blood,
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 708–752 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 28 in this edition
Length
490 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T36 — Hell, Furies and the language of punishmentcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.751 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T32 · seed 44: T26 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No ioyfull Meades do there bring forth with face ſo greene & fayre, Nor yet with gentill Zephyrus wagges ripened corne in th'ayre. Nor any tree hath there ſuch bowes as doe bryng apples out. The barrayne compaſſe of deepe ſoyle full filthy lyes about, And withred with eternall drought the lothſome land doth waſte And bond full ſad of thinges, and of the worlde the places laſte: The ayre vnmoued ſtands, and night ſits there full darke to ſee In ſlouthfull world, all thinges by dread full horrible there bee. And euen farre worſe then death it ſelfe, is place where death doth bide. What? he that doth thoſe places darke with regall ſceptor guide, In what ſeate ſet, doth he diſpoſe and rule thoſe peoples light? A place there is in turne obſcure of Tartarus from ſight? Which miſt full thick with fearefull ſhade doth holde and ouergoe. From hence a double parted ſtreame from one wellſpring doth floe: The tone, much like a ſtanding poole (by this the gods doe ſweare) The which the ſacred Stygian lake with ſilent floude doth beare: The t'other fierce with tumult great is drawen his courſe to goe, And Acheron with raging floud the ſtones dryues to and froe Vnſaylable. with double foorde is rounde about beſet Agaynſt it Ditis pallace dyre, and manſton houſe full gret In ſhadefull woode is couered: from wide den here the poſts And threſholds of the tyrant hang, this is the walke of ghoſts: This of his kingdome is the gate: a fielde about it goes, Where ſitting with a countnaunce proude abroade he doth diſpoſe Newe ſoules, a cruell maieſty is in the God to knowe: A frowning forehead, which yet of his brethren beares the ſhowe, And ſo great ſtocke: there is in him of Ioue the very face, But when he lightens: and great part of cruell kingdomes place, Is he himſelfe the lorde thereof: the ſight of whom doth feare, What euer thing is fear'de▪ Is fame in this poynet true, ye there Such rygours are, and gilty hoſts of men that there remayne Forgetfull of theyr former faulte, haue their deſerued payne? Who is the rector there of ryght, and iudge of equity? Not onely one extorter out of faultes in ſeate ſet hye The iudgements late to trembling ſoules doth there by lot awarde: In one appoyncted iudgement place is Gnossian Minos harde, And in an other Radamanthe: this crime doth Aeac heare. What eche man once hath done, he feeles: and guilt to th'author the are Returnes, and th'hurtfull with their owne example puniſht bee. The bloudy cruell captaynes I in pryſon ſhee did ſee, And backe of tyrant impotent euen with his peoples hande All torne and cut. what man of might with fauour leades his lande, And of his owne lyfe lorde reſerues his hurtleſſe handes to good, And gently doth his empyre guide without the thyrſt of blood,