Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 6 of 28
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.80 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
But by this means a thousand ships at once released ar:. With lucky fate attempt the seas did not the loosed rout? For Aulis I'll, thungracious fleet, from port did tumble out: As with alewd unlucky hand the war he did begin, So fortune favoured his success to thrive no more therein. Her love as captive holdeth him whom captive he did take. Not moved with the earnest suit that could Achilles make, Of Phoebus' prelate Sminthical he did retain the spoil: When for the sacred virgins love his furious breast doth boil: Achilles rough and thundering threats could not him ●ualyfye, Nor he that doth direct the fates above the starry sky. To us he is an Augur just, and keeps his promise dewe● But while he threats his captive trulls of word he is not tr●w. The savage people fierce in wrath once might not move his sprite, Who did purloin the kindled tents with fire blazing bright: When slaughter great on Greeks was made in most extremest fight Without a foe he conquered. with leans pines away In lewd and wanton chamber tricks he spends the idle day, And freshly 〈◊〉 he ●e●des his lust, lest that some other while His chamber chaste should want a stews, that might the ●ame defile. On Lady Brise's love again his faneye fond doth stand, Whom he hath got, that wrested was out of Achilles' hand. And carnal copulation to have he doth not shame,, Though from her husbands bosom he hath snatched the wicked dame, Tush, he that doth at Paris grudge, With wound but newly struck Inflamed with Phrygian Prophets love, his boiling breast doth smoke. Now after Trojan booties brave, and Troy overwhelmed he saw, Returned he is a prisoners spouse, and Priam's son in law. Now heart be bold, take courage good, of stomach now bestowt, A field that easily is not fought, to pitch thou goest about. In practice mischief thou must put, why hopste thou for a day, While Priam's daughter come from Troy in Grece do bear the sway? But as for the poor silly wretch, a waiteth at thy place Thy widow, virgins, and Orestes his fatherlike in face, Consider their calamities, to come, and eke their cares, Whom all the peril of the broil doth threat in thy affairs. O cursed captive, woeful wretch, why dost thou loiter so? Thy little brats a stepdame have, whose wrath will work their wo. With gasshing sword (and if thou can none other way provide) Nor thrust it through an uther's ribs, then launch thy gory side. So murder twain with brewed blood, let blood immixed be, And by destroying of thy self destroy thy spouse with thee. Death is not sawst with sops of sorrow if some man else I have, Whose breathless corpse I wish to pass with me to deadly grave.
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¶But by this meanes a thousand ships at once released ar: ¶With lucky fate attempt the seas did not the losed rowt? For Aulis Ile, thungracious flete, from port did tumble oute: As with alewd vnlucky hand the war he did begin, So fortune fauoured his suces to thryue nomore therin. Her loue as captye holdeth him whom captyue he did take. Not moued wyth the ernest sute that could Achilles make, Of Phaebus prelat Sminthicall he did retayne the spoyle: When for the sacred virgins loue his furious brest doth boyle: Achilles rough and thundring threates could not him ualyfye, Nor he that doth dirt the faes aboue the starrye skye. To vs he is an Augur iuste, and kepes his promys dewe But whyle he threats his captiue truls of word he is not trw. The sauage people fearce in wrath once myght not moue his spright, Who did purloyne the kyndled tentes with fyer blasyng bryght: When slaughter great on Grekes was made in most extreamest fyght Without a foe he conquered. with leanes pynes awaye In lewd and wanton chamber tricks he spendes the idle daye, And freshly he edes his lust, least that som other whyle His chamber chast shuld wāt a stewes, that myght the ame defyle. On Ladye Brises loue agayn his faneye fond doth stand, Whom he hath got, tha wrested was out of Achilles hand. And carnal copulacion to haue he doth not shame,, Though from her husbandes bosom he hath snacht the wicked dame, Tushe, he that doth at Paris grudge, With wound but newly stroke Eflamd with Phrygian Prophets loue, his boyling breste doth smoke. Now after Troyan boties braue, and Troy ouerwhelmd he saw, Retournd he is a prysoners spouse, and Priams sonne in lawe. Now hart be bolde, take courage good, of stomake now bestowt, A fyelde that easely is not fought, to pytche thou goest about. In practys myschife thou must put, why hopste thou for a daye, While Priams doughter com from Troy in Grece do beare the swaye? But as for the poore selye wretche, a wayteth at thy place Thye wyddow, virgyns, and Orest his fatherlyke in face, Consyder theyr calamytyes, to com, and eake theyr cares, Whom all the peryll of the broyle doth threat in thy affayres. O cursed captyue, wofull wretche, why doest thou loyter so? Thy lytle brats a stepdame haue, whose wrath will worke theyr wo. With gasshing swerd (and yf thou can none other way prouyde) Nor thrust it through an thers ribbes, then launche thy gory syde. So murther twayne wt brewd blood, let blood immixed be, And by destroyeng of thye selfe destroy thy spouse wyth thee. Death is not sawst with sops of sorowe if som man els I haue, Whose breathlsse corse I wish to passe wyth me to deadlye graue.