Hercules Furens (Mad Hercules) (Seneca's First Tragedy) · chunk 28 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 0.89 · 567 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.
This word is meet for Hercles' father lo With this same arrow slain behold thy son is tumbled down, This weapons 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 thereto thou shalt a mischief lo do now Both willing it and wotting: tell, what thing commandest thou? I nothing crave my dolour let in safety standeth now. To keep my son alive to me that only do canst thou O Theseus, yet I have not 'scaped great'st fear that happen can Thou canst me not a miser 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 straight and doubtful case to stand Thou liv'st, or diest: this slender soul that light is hence to flee, Wearied with age and no less bet with grievous ills to see, In mouth I hold so slowly to a father with such slay Doth any man give life? I will no longer bid delay, The deadly sword throughout my breast to strike I will apply, Here, here the guilt of Hercules even sound of mind shall lie. Forbear O father now forbear, with draw thy hand again. My manhood yield thy father's will, and empery sustain. To Hercles' labours now like wise, let this one labour go, Let me yet live, lift up from ground th'afflicted limbs with woe O Theseu of my parent: for from Godly touch doth flee My wicked hand. I gladly do this hand embrace to me. By this I being slayed will go, this moving to my breast I'll slake my woes, what place shall I seek runagate 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 Iber's treasures good May my right hand now wash from guilt? although Maeotis cold The waves of all the Northern sea on me shed out now would, And all the water there of should now pass by my two hands, Yet will the mischief deep remain, alas into whet 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 sidling rove Do back ward drive their turned course, even Cerberus the soon With better countenance did behold O faithful friend I say, O Theseus seek same lurking place, far hence out of the way O thou a warder of men's guilts whatever judge thou he That hurtful men dost love, repay a worthy thank to me: And my deserts. I thee beseech, to ghosts of hell again Send me that once escaped them: & 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 bide There Mars his hande acuie agayne 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.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1325–1377 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 28 in this edition
Length
567 words · 724 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtuecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.889 (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)
This word is meete for Hercles father lo With this ſame arrow ſlaine behold thy ſonne is tombled downe, This weapōs cruell Iuno lo from handes of thyne hath throwne, This ſame wil I now vſe, loe ſee how leaps with feare afright My wretched harte, and how it doth my careful body ſmight. The ſhaft is ſet therto thou ſhalt a miſchiefe lo do now Both willing it and wotting: tel, what thing commaundeſt thou? I nothing craue my doloure let in ſaf'ty ſtandeth now. To kepe my ſonne alyue to mee that onely do canſt thou O Theſeu, yet I haue not ſcapte great'st feare that happen can Thou canſt mee not a miſer make, thou mayſt a happy man So order euery thyng thou doſt, as all thy cauſe in hand, And fame thou mayſt wel know in ſtrayght and doubtful cae to ſtande Thou liu'ſt, or dieſt: this ſlender ſoule that light is hence to flee, Weried with age and no leſſe bet with greuous ils to ſee, In mouth I holde ſo ſlowly to a father with ſuch ſlaye Doth any man geue lyfe? I wilno longer bid delay, The deadly ſword throughout my breaſt to ſtrike I wil apply, Here, here the gylt of Hercules euen ſound of mynd ſhall lye. Forbeare O father now forbeare, with draw thy hand againe. My manhood yeld thy fathers will, and impery ſuſtaine. To Hercles labours now like wyſe, let this one labour goe, Let me yet liue, lift vp from ground th'afflicted lims with woe O Theeu of my parent: for from Godly touch doth flee My wicked hand. I gladly do this hand embrace to mee. By this I beyng ſlayed will goe, this meuing to my breſt Ile ſlake my woes, what place ſhall I ſeeke ronnagate for reſt? Where ſhall I hyde my ſelfe? or in what land my ſelfe engraue? What Tanais, or what Nilus els, or with his Perſyan waue What Tygris violent of ſtreame, or what fierce Rhenus flood, Or Tagus troubleſome that flowes with Ibers treaſures good May my ryght hand now waſh from gylt? although Maeotis cold The waues of all the Northen ſea on me ſhed out now wolde, And al the water ther of ſhoulde now pas by my two handes, Yet wil the miſchiefe deepe remayne▪ alas into whet landes Wilt thou O wicked man reſort? to Eaſt or weſterne coſte? Ech where wel knowen, all place I haue of baniſhment quight loſte From me the warlde doth flee a back, the ſtarres that ſydelyng roue Do back warde dryue their turned courſe, euen Cerberus the ſoue With better count'naunce did behold O faythfull friend I ſaye, O Theſeu ſeeke ſame lurking place, farre hence out of the way O thou a warder of mens gyltes what euer Iudge thou hee That hurtful men doſt loue, repay a worthy thanke to me: And my deſertes. I thee beſeech, to ghoſtes of hell againe Send me that once eſcaped them: & ſubiect to thy raine Reſtore me yet to thoſe thy bandes, that place ſhal me wel hyde: And yet euen that place knowes me wel Our land for thee doth bide There Mars his hande acuie agayne and made from ſlaughter free Reſtoard to armoure, le that land (Alcides) for thee, Which wontes to quite the gods, and proue them Innocent to be.