Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Neville, Alexander · published 1581 · first performed or written 1563 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 483 words
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Look what the Gods commanded have accomplished shallbe. Nor never shall these eyes of mine abide the day to see, A King of kingdom spoiled by force, by guile or craft suppressed. A king to kings the prop ought be, and chiefest cause of rest: No man regards his death at all whom living he doth fear, Great cause makes me my PRINCE's death conceal and closely bear Ought any cause of fear or grief, the duty for to let? The threatening of the prophesies, do still my breast beset. Let us (sith God commands) forthwith some good atonement make If any way, or means there be their wrathful rage to slake. Thou God that sits on seat on high, and all the world dost guide, And thou by whose commandment the Stars in Skies do glide: Thou, thou that only ruler art of Seas, of Floods, and all. On thee and on thy Godhead great, for these requests I call. Who so hath slain king Laius, oh Ioue I do thee pray. Let thousand ills upon him fall, before his dying day. Let him no health ne comfort have, but all to crushed with cares, Consume his wretched years in grief, & though that death him spares Awhile. Yet mischiefs all, at length upon him light. With all the evils under Sun, that ugly monster smite. In exile let him live a Slave, the rated course of life. In shame, in care, in penury in danger and in strife. Let no man on him pity take, let all men him revile. Let him his Mother's sacred Bed incestuously defile. Lim him his father kill. And yet let him do mischiefs more. What thing more heinous can I wish then that I wished before? Let him do all those ills I say, that I have shunned and passed. All those and more (if more may be) oh God upon him cast. Let him no hope of pardon have: but sue and all in vain. All hellish Furies on him light, for to increase his pain. O Ioue power down thy fury great, thy thundering thumps out throw Let Boreas boisterous blasts and stormy plagues upon him blow Consume him quite. Fret out his guts with pocks and botches vile Let all diseases on him light that wretched bodies file. Let these and more (if more may be) upon that Monster fall. Let Harpies paws and greedy paunch devour his members all. Let no man him regard: or seek his limbs in grave to lay: But let him die ten thousand deaths before his dying day. By this my Kingdom I do swear, and Kingdom that I left By all my Country Gods that been in Temples closely kept, I swear, I vow, I do protest, and thereto witness take: The Stars, the Seas, the Earth and all that ere thy hand did make.
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Loke what the Gods commaunded haue accompliſhed ſhalbe. Nor neuer ſhal theſe eyes of myne abyde the day to ſee, A King of kingdome ſpoyld by force, by guyle or craſt ſuppreſt. A kinge to kinges the prop ought be, and chiefeſt cauſe of reſt: No man regardes his death at all whom liuing he doth feare, Great cauſe makes mee my Princes death conceale and cloſiy beare Ought any cauſe of feare or griefe, the duty for to let? The threatning of the propheſyes, do ſtil my breaſt beſet. Let vs (ſith God cōmaunds) forthwith ſome good attonement make If any way, or meanes there be their wrathful rage to ſlake. Thou God that ſits on ſeate on high, and al the world doſt guide, And thou by whoſe commaundement the Starres in Skies do glide: Thou, thou that onely ruler art of Seas, of Floods, and all. On thee and on thy Godhead great, for theſe requeſtes I call. Who ſo hath ſlayne king Laius, oh Ioue I do thee pray. Let thouſand ils vpon him fall, before his dying day. Let him no health ne comfort haue, but al to cruſht with cares, Conſume his wretched yeares in griefe, & though that death him ſpares Awhyle. Yet miſchiefes all, at length vppon him light. With all the euils vnder Sun, that vgly monſter ſmight. In exile let him liue a Slaue, the rated courſe of life. In ſhame, in care, in peuury in daunger and in ſtrife. Let no man on him pity take, let all men him reuyle. Let him his Mothers ſacred Bed inceſtuouſly defyle. Lim him his father kill. And yet let him do miſchiefes more. What thing more haynous can I wiſh then that I wiſht before? Let him do all thoſe illes I ſay, that I haue ſhund and paſt. All thoſe and more (if more may be) oh God vpon him caſt. Let him no hope of pardon haue: but ſue and all in vayne. All helliſh Furies on him light, for to encreaſe his payne. O Ioue powre downe thy fury greate, thy thūdring thumpes out throw Let Boreas boyſterous blaſtes and ſtormy plagues vpon him blow Conſume him quight. Fre out his guttes wt pockes and botches vile Let all diſeaſes on him light that wretched bodyes fyle. Let theſe and more (if more may be) vppon that Monſter fall. Let Harpies pawes and greedy paunche deuure his members all. Let no man him regard: or ſeeke his limmes in grade to lay: But let him dye ten thouſand deathes before his dying day. By this my Kingdome I do ſweare, and Kingdome that I left By al my Countrey Gods that bene in Temples cloſely kept, I ſweare, I vow, I do proteſt, and thereto witnes take: The Starres, the Seas, the Earth and all that ere thy hand did make.