Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Neville, Alexander · published 1581 · first performed or written 1563 (Annals) tragedy T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.72 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
And strake with grievous bloody wound the golden horned Bull When down with lifeless lump he drops and members made full dull. And all the would wide bleeding gapes & black goar'sblood out spews. And yet the blade unsprinkled was. The blood it boiling And bubbles on the ground. Alas what do these things portend? Oh mighty Ioue at length vouchsafe some good and happy end. At length withhold thy hand (O God) and health unto us send. Nothing (alas) remains at all, in wonted old estate, But all are turned topset down, quite void and desolate The fainting horse for 〈...〉 back his burden tats. Aud after on : Who cries for help that bide Unkept: unknown ways and path do range and overstride. The Bull 〈...〉 and meat are in field all fainting lies. And, all his flocke , fely Shephard dyes. The his zatal breath expiers And to the hisfast esters. The do lyue in aretched peace. The rage, and wrathful roaring sounds of ramping Lions cease. The vengeance wild outrageous bears are now as tame as sheep The ugly Serpent that was wont, the Rocky Dens to keep. Oft quaffing poisoned Venom sups in inward heat she boils, for lenger lye she toyles. The woods are 〈...〉 with fresh and lively hue, The wonted shades are gone. All things are quite out of their Que: No greenish grass on ground doth grow, the earth no moisture soups. The Vine withouten any sap, his drowsy head down droops. What shall I say? all 〈...〉 out of course, And as they seem to me, are like, to fare still worse and worse. O mighty yls? When cease 〈...〉 blood thus fierce and raging spills? I think but we almost alive, there do no men remain: Whom doleful Darts 〈...〉 on earth have left unslain. I think the darksome shades of hell where filthy floods do flow, Where plagues and vile diseases too, where dreadful horrors grow, And mischiefes on vs throw, With Botch & blain of sundry kinds which southern blasts do blow, And wreckful vexed hags of hell do dreath and on us bring: The angry feddes of hell I think their vengeance, on us fling And out their mortal poison spue which they against us bear. Lo see how greedy death on us with scowling eyes doth leer. See, see. Oh Ioue how fast he throws his Darts. Not one he spares But all confounds. His threatening force, withstand no Creature dares. No doubt the loathsome ferryman the sinful souls that trains Through stinking floods, his labour loathes that he for us sustains. Such press by plumps to him is made which still renews his pains. But hark yet monsters more than these, the Fame abroad doth fly That hellish Dogs with bawling sound were heard to howl and cry, And the the ground with trembling shook, and under feel did move. And dreadful blazing Comets bright were seen in Skies above.
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And ſtrake with grieuous bloudy wound the golden horned Bull When downe with liueles lump he drop and members made full dull. And all the woude wide bleeding gapes & black goars bloud out ſpues. And yet the blade vnſprinckled was. The bloud it buying And bubbles on the ground. Alas what do theſe things porend? Oh mighty Ioue at length vouchſafe ſome good and hay end. At length withhold thy hd (O God) and health vnto vs ſend. Nothing (alas) remaynes at all, in woed old eſtate, But all are tued to pt downe, quight voyd and deſolate The famting horſe for banck his burden tats. Aud after on : Who cries for help that bide Unkept: vnknowen wayes and pathe do raunge and ouerſtride. The Bull and me ae in field all faintyng lyes. And, all his flocke , fely Shephard dyes. The his zatal breath expiers And to the hisfaſt eſters. The do lyue in aretched peace. The rage, and wrathful founds of ramping Lions ceaſe. The vengeaunce Beares are now as ame as ſheepe The vgly Serpent that was wont▪ the Rocky Denes to keepe. Oft quaffing poiſoned in inward hea. ſhee boyles, for lenger lye ſhe toyles. The woods are withfreſh and lyuely hue▪ The wonted ſhades are gon. All things are quight out of their Que: No greeniſh graſſe on ground doth grow, the earth no moiſture ſoupes. The Vine withoute ap, his drowſy head down drowpes. What ſhal I ſay? all but of courſe, And as they worſ and worſe. O mighty yls? When ceaſe loud thus fierce and raging ſpils? I thinck but we almoſt alyue, there do no men remayne: Whom Darrs on earth haue left vnſlayne. I thinke ſhades of hell where filthy fluds do flow, Where plages and vile diſeaſes too, where dredfull horrors grow, And miſchiefes on vs throw, With Botch & blae of ſundry kindes which ſother blaſts do blow, And wrekful vexed hagges of hell do dreath and on vs bringe: The angry feddes of hell I thinke their vengeace, on vs flinge And out their mortall poyſon ſpue which they agaynſt vs beare. Lo ſee how greedy death on vs with ſcowling eyes doth leare. See, ſee. Oh Ioue how faſt hee throwes his Dartes. Not one he ſpares But all confounds. His thretning force, withſtand no Creature dares. No doubt the lothſom Feryman the ſinfull ſoules that traynes Through ſtincking fluds, his labour loths that he for vs ſuſtaynes. Such preſſe by plūps to him is made which ſtill renews his paynes. But harke yet mōſters more thē theſe, the Fame abroade doth fly That helliſhe Dogges wt bawling ſound were heard to howle and cry, And y• the ground with trembling ſhooke, and vnder feele did moue. And dreadfull blaſing Comets bright were ſeene in Skies aboue.