Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 21 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 0.84 · 532 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.
Of daytime stars? lo here behold my labour first full stout Not in the lowest part of heaven the Lion shineth bright, And fervently doth rage with ire, and bits prepares to fight. even now lo he some star will take, with mouth full wide to see He threatening stands, and fires out blows and mane up rustleth he Shaking with neck the harvest sad of shape, whatever thing, And whatsoever winter cold in frozen time doth bring, He with one rage will overpass, or spring time bull he will Both seek and break the necks at once. what is this sudden ill? Thy cruel countenance whether son dost thou cast here and there? And seest with troubled dazzled sight false shape of heaven appear The land is tamed the swelling feas their surges did assuage, The kingdoms low of hell likewise have felt and known my rage, Yet heaven is free, a labour meet for Hercules to prove. To spaces high I will be borne of haughty skies above Let th' air be scaled, my father doth me promise stars t'obtain. What if he it denied? all th' earth can Hercles' not contain, And gives at length to gods, me calls of one accord behold The whole assembly of the gods, and doth their gates unfold, While one forbids, receivest thou me, and openest thou the sky, Or else the gate of stubborn heaven draw after me do I? Do I yet doubt? I even the bonds from Saturn will undo, And even against the kingdom proud of wicked father lo My grandsire lose. let Titans now prepare again their fight With me their captain raging: stones with woods I will down smite And high hills tops with centaurs full in right hand will I take. With dauble mountain now I will a stair to Gods up make. Let Chiron under Ossa see his Pelion mountain great: Olympus up to heaven above in third degree then set Shall come itself, or else be cast. Put far away from thee The thoughts that ought not to be spoke: of mind unsound to see, But yet full great, the furious rage assuage and lay away. What meaneth this? the Giants do pestiferous arms assay, And Tityus from the sprights is fled, and bearing torn to see And empty bosom, lo how near to heaven itself stood he? Cithaeron falls, the mountain high Pallene shakes for fear, And torn are Tempe. he the tops of Pindus caught hath here, And often he, some dreadful thing threatening doth rage about Erynnis bringing flames: with stripes she sounds now sharken out, And burned brands in funerals, lo yet more near and near Throws in my face: fierce Tisiphone with head and ugly hear With serpents set, now after dog fet out with Hercles' hand, That empty gate she hath shut up, with bolt of fiery brand, But lo the stock of envious king doth hidden yet remain, The wicked Lycus' seed: but to your hateful father slain Even now this right hand shall you send let now his arrows light My bow out shoot: it seems the shafts to go with such a flight Of Hercles'.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 959–1008 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 28 in this edition
Length
532 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtuecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.845 (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)
Of daytyme ſtarres? lo here behold my laboure firſt ful ſtout Not in the loweſt parte of heauen the Lyon ſhyneth bryght, And feruently doth rage with yre, and byttes prepares to fyght. Euen now loe he ſome ſtar wil take, with mouth full wyde to see He threatning ſtandes, and fires out blowes and mane vp ruſtleth he Shaking with necke the harueſt ſad of ſhape, what euer thinge, And what ſoeuer winter colde in froſen tyme dothbring, He with one rage wil ouerpaſſe, or ſpring tyme bull he will Both ſeeke and breake the neckes at once. what is this ſodayne ylle? Thy cruel count'naunce whether ſonne doſt thou caſt here and there? And ſeeſt with troubled daſeld ſyght falſe ſhape of heauen appere The land is tam'de the ſwelling feas their ſurges did aſſwage, The kingdomes lowe of hell lykewyſe haue felt and knowne my rage, Yet heauen is free, a labour meete for Hercules to proue. To ſpaces high I wil be borne of haughty ſkies aboue Let th' ayre be ſkaeld, my father doth me promiſe ſtarres t'obtayne. What if he it denyde? all th' earth can Hercles not contayne, And geeues at length to gods, me calles of one accorde beholde The whole aſſembly of the gods, and doth their gates vnfolde, Whyle one forbyddes, receyu'ſt thou mee, and openeſt thou the ſkye, Or els the gate of ſtubburne heauen draw after me do I? Do I yet doubt? I euen the bondes from Saturne wyll vndoe, And euen agaynſt the kingdome prowde of wicked father loe My graundſyre loaſe. let Titans now prepare agayne their fight With me theyr captaine raging: ſtones with woods I will down ſmight And hye hilles tops with Centaures full in right hande will I take. With dauble mountayne now I will a ſtayre to Gods vp make. Let Chyron vnder Oſſa ſee his Pelion mountayne gret: Olympus vp to heauen aboue in thyrd degree then ſet Shall come it ſelfe, or ells be caſt. Put farre away frour thee The thoughts that ought not to be ſpoake: of mynde vnſounde to ſee, But yet full great, the furious rage aſſwage and lay away. What meaneth this? the Gyauntes doe peſtiferous armes aſſay, And Tityus from the ſprights is fled, and bearing torne to ſee And empty boſome, loe howe neere to heauen it ſelfe ſtoode hee? Cythaeron falles, the mountayne hie Pallene ſhakes for feare, And torne are Tempe. he the tops of Pindus caught hath here, And Octhen he, ſome dredfull thing threatning doth rage about Erynis bringing flames: with ſtripes ſhe ſoundes nowe ſharken out, And burned brandes in funeralles, loe yet more neare and neare Throwes in my face: fearce Tiſyphone with head and vgly heare With ſerpentes ſet, nowe after dogge fet out with Hercles hand, That empty gate ſhee hath ſhut vp, with bolte of fyry brande, But loe the ſtocke of enmious king doth hidden yet remayne, The wicked Lycus ſeede: but to your hatefull father ſlayne Euen now this right hande ſhall you ſende let nowe his arrowes light My bowe out ſhoote: it ſeemes the ſhaftes to goe with ſuch a flight Of Hercles.