Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 20 of 28
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1581 · first performed or written 1561 (Annals) tragedy; literary play unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 537 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
WIth my revenging right hand slain now Lycus lo the ground With groveling face hath smit: then whosoever fellow found Of Tyrant was, partaker of his pains did also lie. Now to my father sacrifice and God's victor will I, And altars that deserve it, with slain offerings 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 threats, whead that each thing stone that look upon it makes. Let tamer of Lycurgus now, and of red Sea be hear, That point of spear with ivy green in hand doth covered bear: And two God's power, doth Phoebus, and his Sister to I pray The sister meeter for her shafts, but he on th'harp to play: And whatsoever brother else of mine doth dwell in sky, Not of my stepdame brother, bring ye hither by and by Your plenteous flocks, whatever have all th' Indians' fruits brought out, And what sweet odours th' Arabics do get in trees about, To th' altars bring: let vapour fat and fume smoke up full high, Let round about the Poplar tree my hairs now beautify Let th'olive bow thee hide with branch accustomed in our land Theseus: for forthwith reverence the thunder, shall my hand, O God's the builders of the town, and which of Dragon fell, The wild woods vens, and noble waves likewise of Dirces' well, And Tyrian house inhabit eke of stranger wandering king. Cast into fires the frankincense. Son first thy hands flowing With bloody slaughter, and the death of enemy purify. Would God the blood of hateful head even unto Gods on high I might out shed, for liquor lo more acceptable none Might th' altars stain: nor sacrifice more ample any one Nor yet more plentiful may be to Ioue above down cast, Than king unjust. Desire that now thy father end at last Thy labours all: let quietness at length yet given be, And rest to weary folk. I will thee prayers make, for me And Ioue full meet in this due place let stand the haughty sky, And land, and air, and let the stars drive forth eternally Their course unstaid: let restful peace keep nations quietly, Let labour of the hurtless land all iron now occupy, And swords lie hid: let tempest none full violent and dire Disturb the sea: let from the skies no flash of lightning fire Fall down while Ioue full angry is: nor yet with winter snow Increased flood the ground upturned, and field quite overthrow, Let poisons cease: and from henceforth let up from ground arise No grievous herb with hurtful sap: nor fierce and fell likewise Let tyrants reign but if to sight some other mischief bring The ground yet shall, let it make haste: and any monstrous thing It it prepare let it be mine, but what means this? mid day The darkness have enclosed about lo Phoebus goeth his way With face obscure without a cloud who drives the day to flight, And turns to east? from whence doth now his dusky head the night Unknown bring forth? whence fill the pole so many round about
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WIth my reuēging right hād ſlayne now Lycus loe the groūd With groueling face hath ſmit: thē who ſoeuer fellow foūd Of Tyraunt was, partaker of his paynes did alſo lye. Nowe to my father ſacrifice and Gods victor will I, And aulters that deſerue it, with ſlayne offrings reuerence. Thee, thee O mate of all my toyles I pray and my defence O warrefull Pallas, in whoſe left hand thy cleare ſhielde Aegis ſhakes Fierce threats, whead that eche thing ſtone that looke vpon it makes. Let tamer of Lycurgus nowe, and of red Sea be heare, That poynct of ſpeare with Iuye greene in hand doth couer'de beare: And two Gods powre, doth Phoebus, and his Syſter to I pray The ſiſter meeter for her ſhaftes, but hee on th'harpe to play: And what ſouer brother ells of myne doth dwell in ſky, Not of my ſtepdame brother, bring yee hyther by and by Your plentuous flocks, what euer haue all th' Indians fruicts brought out, And what ſweete odours th' Arabickes doe get in trees about, To th' aulters bring: let vapour fat and fume ſmoke vp full hye, Let rounde about the Poplar tree my hayres now beautifye Let th'oliue bowe thee hyde with braunche accuſtom'de in our lande Theſeu: for foorthwith reuerence the thundrer, ſhall my hande, O Gods the builders of the towne, and which of Dragon fell, The wilde woods vens, and noble waues likewiſe of Dirces well, And Tyrian houſe enhabite eke of ſtraunger wandring king. Caſt into fyres ye frankencenſe. Sonne fyrſt thy hands flowing With bloudy ſlaughter, and the death of enmy purify. Would God the bloud of hatefull head euen vnto Gods on hye I might out ſhed, for lycour loe more acceptable none Myght th' aulters ſtayne: nor ſacrifice more ample any one Nor yet more plentyfull may bee to Ioue aboue downe caſt, Then king vniuſt. Deſyre that now thy father ende at laſt Thy labours all: let quietnes at length yet gieuen bee, And reſt to weary folke. I will thee prayers make, for mee And Ioue ful meete in this due place let ſtand the haughty ſkye, And land, and ayre, and let the ſtarres dryue forth eternally Their courſe vnſtayde: let reſtful peace kepe nations quietly, Let labour of the hurtles land all yron now occupye, And ſwordes lye hyd: let tempeſt none ful vyolent and dyre Diſturbe the ſea: let from the ſkyes no flaſh of lightning fyre Fall downe whyle Ioue ful angry is: nor yet with winter ſnowe Encreaſed flood the ground vpturnde, and field quyte ouerthrowe, Let poyſons ceaſe: and from hensforth let vp from ground aryſe No greeuous hearbe with hurtful ſappe: nor fierce and fell lykewyſe Let tyrantes raygne but if to ſight ſome other miſchiefe bringe The ground yet ſhall, let it make haſt: and any monſtruous thinge It it prepare let it be myne, but what meanes this? myd day The darkenes haue incloaſ'd aboute lo Phoebus goeth his way With face obſcure without a clowde who dryues the day to flight, And turnes to eaſt? from whence doth now his duſky hed the night Vnknowne bring forth? whence fil the poale ſo many rownde about