Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Neville, Alexander · published 1581 · first performed or written 1563 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
No wretch it shall not be. Thou dost ten thousand deaths deserve. Mine eyes do dally with me I see, and tears do still out power. Shall tears suffice? No, no, not so I shall them better scour, Out with thine Eyes (he said:) and than with fury fierce enflamed. Like to a bloody raging Fiend and monstrous beast untamed. With fiery flaming spotted Cheeks his breast he often beats. And scratch, and tear his Face he doth and Skin asunder frets. That scarce his eyes in head could stand so sore he them besets. With furious fierce outrageous mind he stamps and cries aloud: And roars & rails, with ramping rage. Thus in this case he stood, Perplexed, and vexed sore in mind, with deadly sighs and tears. When suddenly all frantic-like himself from ground he rears. And rooteth out his wretched Eyes, and sight asunder tears. Than gnasheth he his bloody Teeth, and bites, and gnaws, & champs, His Eyes all bathed and brewed in blood, for fury fierce he stamps. And raging more than needs (alas,) his Eyes quite rooted out: The very holes in vain he scrapes so sore the wretch doth doubt: lest sight should chance for to remain he rends and mangles quite His Face, his Nose, his Mouth, and all whereon his hands do light He rigs and rives. Thus foully raid (alas) in piteous plight: At length his head aloft he lifts, and therewith gives a shright. And when he sees that all is gone, both light, and sight, and all. Than shrieking out: he thus begins upon the Gods to call. Now spare you Gods, now spare at length my country priest to fall. I have done that you did command: Your wraths revenged be. This wretched look, this mangled face, is fittest now for me. Thus speaking, down the blackish blood by streams doth gushing flow Into his mouth. And clottered lumps of flesh the place doth strew Wherein he stands. Beware betimes, by him beware, I speak unto you all. Learn justice, truth, and fear of God by his unhappy fall. man's life with tumbling fatal course of fortune's wheel is rolled, To it give place for it doth run all swiftly uncontrolled. And Cares & tears are spent in vain, for it cannot be slayed: sith his decree of heavenly powers perforce must be obeyed. What mankind bided or does on earth it cometh from above, Then wailing groans poured out in grief do nought at all behoue. Our life must have her pointed course, (alas) what shall I say. As fate's decree, so things do run, no man can make them stay. For at our birth to Gods is known our latter dying day. No Prayer, no Art, not God himself may fatal fates resist. But fastened all in fixed court, unchanged they persist. Such end them still ensues as they appointed were to have, Than fly all fear of Fortune's change, leek hot to live a slave
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No wretch it ſhall not be. Thou doſt ten thouſand deaths deſerue. Myne eyes doe dally with mee I ſee, and teares doe ſtill out powre. Shall teares ſuffice? No, no, not ſo I ſhall them better ſcowre, Out with thine Eyes (he ſayd:) and than with fury fierce enflam'de. Like to a bloudy raging Feend and monſtrous beaſt vntam, de. With fiery flaming ſpotted Cheekes his breaſt he often beats. And ſcratch, and teare his Face hee doth and Skin a ſunder freats. That ſcarſe his eyes in head could ſtand ſo ſore he them beſets. With furious fierce outrageous minde hee ſtamps and cries alowd: And roares & rayles, with ramping rage. Thus in this caſe he ſtood, Perplext, and vexed ſore in minde, with deadly ſighs and teares. When ſodenly all franticklike himſelfe from ground hee reares. And rooteth out his wretched Eyes, and ſight a ſunder teares. Than gnaſheth bee his bloudy Teeth, and bites, and gnawes, & champs, His Eyes all bathd and brude in bloud, for fury fierce he ſtamps. And raging more than needes (alas,) his Eyes quight rooted out: The very holes in vayne hee ſcrapes ſo ſore the wretch doth dout: Leaſt ſight ſhould chaunce for to remayne he rents and mangels quight His Face, his Noſe, his Mouth, and all whereon his hands do light Hee rygs and ryues. Thus fowly rayd (alas) in piteous plight: At length his head aloft he lifts, and therewith geues a ſhright. And whan he ſees that all is gone, both light, and ſight, and all. Than ſchriching out: he thus begins vpon the Gods to call. Now ſpare you Gods, now ſpare at length my countrey preſt to fall. I haue done that you did cōmand: Your wraths reuenged bee. This wretched looke, this mangled face, is fitteſt now for mee. Thus ſpeaking, down the blackiſh bloud by ſtreams doth guſhing flow Into his mouth. And clottred lumps of fleſh the place doth ſtrow Wherein hee ſtandes. Beware betimes, by him beware, I ſpeake vnto you all. Learne Iuſtice, truth, and feare of God by his vnhappy fall. MAns lyfe wt tumbling fatal courſe of fortunes wheele is rowld, To it giue place for it doth run all ſwifily vncontrowld. And Cares & teares are ſpent in vayn, for it cannot be ſlayed: Syth hi decree of heauenly powers perforce muſt be obayed. What mankind byded or does on earth it cōmeth from aboue, Then wayling grones powrd out in griefe do nought at all behoue. Our life muſt haue her pointed courſe, (alas) what ſhall I ſay. As fates decree, ſo things do run, no man can make them ſtay. For at our byrth to Gods is known our latter dying day. No Prayer, no Arte, not God himſelfe may fatall fates reſiſt. But faſtned all in fixed courte, vnchaunged they perſiſt. Such ende them ſtill enſues as they appointed were to haue, Than fly all feare of Fortunes cng, leeke hot to lyue a ſlaue