Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Neville, Alexander · published 1581 · first performed or written 1563 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What greedy vile devouring Gripe, upon my guts will gnaw? That Tiger fierce my hateful limbs will quite asunder draw? Lo, here I am you Gods: lo, here, wreak now on me your will. Now, now you fiery Fiends of Hell, of vengeance take your fill. Send out some wild outrageous beast send Dogs me to devour. Or else all ills you can devise, at once upon me power. O woeful soul. O sinful wretch. Why dost thou fear to die? Death only rids from woes thou know'st. Than stoutly Death defy. With that his bloody fatal Blade, from out his sheath he draws. And loud he roars, with thundering voice. Thou beast why dost thou pause? Thy Father cursed caitiff thou, thy Father thou hast slain And in thy Mother's bed hast left an ever-during slain. And Brothers thou hast got: nay Sons thou liest: thy Brothers all They are. Thus for thy monstrous lust thy Country down doth fall. And thinkst thou then for all these ills enough so short a pain? think'st thou the Gods will be appeased, if thou forth with be slain? So many mischiefs done: and is't enough one stroke to bide? account'st thou it sufficient pains, that once thy sword should glide Quite through thy guilty breast for all? why than dispatch and die. So mayst thou recompense thy Father's death sufficiently. Let it be so: what mends unto thy Mother will thou make? Unto thy children what? these plagues (O wretch) how wilt thou slake? That thus for thee thy country masts? oh push shall end them all. A proper fetch. A fine device. For thee a worthy fall. Invent thou monstrous beast forthwith: a fall even worthy for thyself invent: whom all men hate and loath, and do abhor. And as dame Nature's lawful course is broke (O wretch) by thee. So let to such a mischief great, thy Death agreeing be. O that I might a thousand times, my wretched life renew. O that I might revive and die by course in order dew. Ten hundred thousand times & more: than should I vengeance take Upon this wretched head. Than I perhaps in part should make A meet amends in deed, for this my foul and loathsome Sin. Than should the proof of pain reprove the life that I live in. The choice is in thy hand thou wretch, than use thine own discretion. And find a means, whereby thou mayst come to extreme confusion. And that, that oft thou mayst not do, let it prolonged be. Thus, thus, mayst thou procure at length an endless death to thee. Search out a death whereby thou mayst perpetual shame obtain: And yet not die. But still to live in everlasting pain. Why stay'st thou man? Go to I say: what mean these blubbering tears? Why weepst thou thus? Alas to late. Leave of thy foolish fears. And is't enough to weep thinkst thou? shall tears and wailing serve?
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What greedy vile deuouring Gripe, vpon my guts will gnaw? That Tigre fierce my hatefull limmes will quight a lunder draw? Loe, here I am you Gods: Lee, heere, wreke now on me your will. Now, now you fyry Feendes of Hell, of vengeaunce take your fill. Send out ſome wilde outragious beaſt ſend Dogs mee to deuoure. Or els all ils you can deuiſe, at once vpon me powre. O wofull ſoule. O ſinfull wretch. Why doſt thou feare to dye? Death only rids frō woes thou knowſt. Than ſtoutly Death defle. With that his bloudy fatall Blade, from out his ſheath he drawes. And lowd he rores, wt thūdring voice. Thou beaſt why doſt thou pawſe? Thy Father curſed caitife thou, thy Father thou haſt ſlayne And in thy Mothers bed haſt left an euerduring ſlayne. And Brothers thou haſt got: nay Sons thou lieſt: thy Brothers all They are. Thus for thy monſtrous luſt thy Countrey down doth fall. And thinkſt thou than for all theſe ils enough ſo ſhort a payne? Thynkſt thou the Gods will be apeaſde, if thou forth with be ſlayne? So many miſchiefes don: and iſt enough one ſtroke to bydt? Account'ſte thou it ſufficient paynes, that once thy ſword ſhould glide Quight through thy guilty breaſt for all? why than diſpatch and dye. So maiſt thou recompence thy Fathers death ſufficiently. Let it be ſo: what mends vnto thy Mother will thou make Vnto thy children what? theſe plagues (O wretch) how wilt thou ſlake? That thus for thee thy countrey maſtes? Ohe push ſhall ende them all. A proper fetch. A fie deuiſe. For thee a worthy fall. Inuent thou monſtrous beaſt forthwith: a fall euen worthy for Thy ſelfe inuent: whom all men hate and loth, and doe abhor. And as dame Natures lawfull courſe is broke (O wretch) by thee. So let to ſuch a miſchiefe great, thy Death agreeing bee. O that I might a thouſand times, my wretched lyfe renewe. O that I might reuyue and dye by courſe in order dewe. Ten hundred thouſand times & more: than ſhould I vengeance take Vpon this wretched head. Than I perhaps in part ſhould make A meete amends in deede, for this my fowle and lothſom Sin. Than ſhould the proofe of payne reproue the life that I liue in. The choyſe is in thy hand thou wretch, than vſe thine owne diſcretion. And finde a meanes, whereby thou maiſt come to extreame confuſion. And that, that oft thou maiſt not doe, let it prolonged bee. Thus, thus, maiſt thou procure at length an endleſſe death to thee. Serch out a death whereby thou mayſt perpetuall ſhame obtayne: And yet not dye. But ſtill to liue in euerlaſting payne. Why ſtayſt thou man? Go to I ſay: what meane theſe blubbring teares? Why weepſt thou thus? Alas to late. Leaue of thy foolyſh feares. And iſt enough to weepe thinkſt thou? ſhall teares and wayling ſerue?