Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 11 of 28
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Together in mingled heaps do honour due to thee. when tho● approaching nigh thy coming is espied, The priest unbarrs the gate and opes the Temple wide: By clustering throngs the flocks thine altars haunt apace, Bedecte with twisted crowns so trim with comely grace. The old and ancient men well stepped and grown in years, Whose feeble trembling age precureth hoary hearts, Obtaining their request craved of thy grace divine, Do offer up to thee their sacrificed wine, O bright Diana whose blaze sheds light three sundry ways, We mindful are of thee, and render thankful praise, Delos thy native soil thou didst firmly bind, That to and fro was wont to wander with the wind: Which with foundation sure main ground for byd● to pass: For Navies (after which to swim it wont was) It is become a Road defying force of wind, The mother's funerals of Tantalus his kind. The daughters seven by death thou victress dost account, Whose mother Niobe abides on Sipill mount A lamentable rock, and yet unto this hour Her tears new gushing, out the marble old doth power. The godhead of the twins in sumptuous solemn wise, Both man and wife adore with savoury sacrifice. But thee above the rest, o father great and guide, Whose mighty force is b● the burning lightning trydel Who when thou gavest a beek and didst thy head but shake, At once thextremest poles of heaven and earth did quake. O Iupiter the rote that of our lineage art, Accept these offered gifts and take them in good part: And thou o grandsire great ●o thy posterity Have some remorse, that do not swarm in chyualrye. But yonder ●o with stiving steps the soldier comes a main In all post hast, with token that good news declareth plain A laurel branch, that hangeth on his spear head he doth bring: Eurybates is come, who hath been trusty to the king. SOre tired after many years with travail & with toil Scant crediting myself, the Gods of this my native soil, The temple, and the altars of the saints that rule the sky, In humble sort with reverence devoutly worship I. Now pay your vows unto the Gods: returned is again Unto his country court, where wont he was to rule, and reign, Prince Agamemnon, victor he, of Grece the great renown. The tidings of a message good unto mine ears is blown. Where stays my spouse whom longing for ten years I have out scanned? What doth he yet sail on the seas, or is he come a land? Yet hath he fixed and set his foot back stepping home again Upon the sandy shore, that long he wished to artayne? And doth he still enjoy his health enhaunc●e in glory great, And painted out in pomp of prays whose fame the sky doth beat?
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Together in myngled heapes do honor due to thee. when tho approching nighe thy commyng is espyde, The preiste vnbarrs the gate and opes the Temple wide: By clustring thronges the flocks thyne altars haunt apace, Bedecte with twysted crownes so trym wyth comely grace. The olde and auncyent men well stept and growne in yeares, Whose feble tremblyng age precureth horye hears, Obteyning theyr request craued of thy grace deuyne, Do offer vp to thee theyr sacryficed wine, O bryght Dian whose blase sheds lyght three sundry wayes, We mynfull are of thee, and render thankfull prayse, Delon thy natyue soyle thou dyddest fyrmly bynde, That to and fro was wont to wander with the wynde: Which with foundacion sure mayn ground for byd to passe: For Nauies (after whych to swim it wonted was) It is become a Road defyenge force of wynde, The mothers funerals of Tantalus his kinde. The doughters seuen by death thou victresse doest accompte, Whose mother Niobe abydes on Sipill mounte A lamentable rocke, and yet vnto this howre Her teares newe gusshyng, out the marble olde doth powre. The godhead of the twins in sumpteous solemne wise, Both man and wife adore with sauory sacryfyse. But thee aboue the rest, o father great and guide, Whose myghty force is b the burning lightning tryde Who whē thou gauest a beek and didst thy head but shake, At once thetremest poales of heauen and earth did quake. O Iupiter the rote that of our lynage arte, Accept these offered giftes and take them in good parte: And thou o graundsire great o thy posteritie Haue some remors, that do not swarne in chyualye. But yonder o wt stiuing steps the soldir comes a mayne In all post hast, with token that good newes declareth playne A lawrel braunche, that hangeth on hys speare head he doth brynge: Eurybates is come, who hath ben trustye to the kynge. SOre tyred after many yeares with trauaile & with toyle Scant credityng my selfe, the Gods of thys my natyue soyle, The temple, and the alters of the sainctes that rule the skye, In humble sorte with reuerence deuoutly worshyp I. Now pay your vowes vnto the Gods: returned is agayne Unto hys country court, where wont he was to rule, and reygne, Prince Agamemnon, victor he, of Grece the great rnum. ¶The tydynges of a message good vnto myne eares is blowne. Where staies my spouse whō longing for ten yeares I haue out scand? What doth he yet sayle on the seas, or is he come a land? Yet hath he fyxt and set hys fote back stepping home againe Uppon the sandy shore, that longe he wisshed to artayne? And doth he styl enioy his health enhaunce in glory great, And paynted out in pomp of prayes whose fame the skye doth beate?