Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 13 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 0.74 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
which oars aloft doth raise, Do draw and trace a furrow through the marble faced seas. When stronger blast with belly swollen our hoisted sails did fill, They row no more, but let the Pup to go with wind at will, Their shearing Ore● laid aside our Pilot doth espy, How far from any land aloof our sails reculing fly. Or bloody batells doth display, the threats of Hector stout, Or of his rattling Waggins tells, wherein he road about: Or how his gashed carckas slain and trained about the field, To funeral flames, and obit rights for coin again was yield. How Iupiter embathed was all in his royal blood. The frolyck fish disposed was to mirth in Tyrrhene flood, And fetching fryskes both in and out plays on the water's brim, And on his broad and finny backe about the seas doth swim, With gambols quick in rings around, and side to side inclined, Erewhile he sports affront the pup, and whips again behind, Now fydling on the snout before, the dallying wanton rout With iocundarye jolly tricks doth skip the fleet about. Sometime he standeth gazing on and eyes the vessels bright, Now every shore is covered clean, and land is out of sight, The perilous point of Ida rock in sight doth open lie, And that alone espy we could with firmly fixed eye, A dusky cloud of sti●lyng smoke from Troy did smoulder black, When Titan from the weary necks the heavy yokes did slack. The fading light did grovelling bend, and down the day did shroud, Against the stars amounting up a little misty cloud, Came belching out in irksome lump, and Phoebus' gallant beams He spewed upon, bestaining them duet down in western streams. The Sun set swerving in such sort with divers change of face Did give us cause, to have mistrust of Neptune's doubted grace. The evening first did bun●nish bright, and paint with stars the sky, The winds were laid, & clean forsook our sails, that quiet lie. when cracking, rattling, rumbling noise, rushed down with thundering sway From top of hills, which greater stur doth threaten and bewray. With belowinge, & yellynges loud, the shores do grunt and groan, The craggy cliffs, & roaring rocks, do howl in hollow stone. The bubbling waters swells upreard before the wrestling wind, When suddenly the lowering light of moon is hid and blind. The glimpsing stars do go to glade, the surging seas are tossed Even to the skies, among the clowdes the light of heaven is lost More nights in one compacted are, with shadow dim and black, One shade upon another doth more darkness heape● and pack, And every spark of light consumed the waves and skies do mete. The ruffling winds range on the seize through every coast they flytt. They heave it up with violence. overturnd from bottom low,
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which ores alot doth rayse, Do drawe and trace a furrow through the marble faced seas. When strōger blast with belly swolne our hoysted sayles dyd fill, They row no more, but let the Pup to go with wynde at will, Their sheryng Ore layd asyde our Pilot doth espye, How far from anye land aloofe our sayles reculyng flye. Or bloody batells doth displaye, the threates of Hector stoute, Or of his ratlyng Waggins tells, wherin he rode about: Or how his gasshed carckas slayne and traynd about the fylde, To funerall flames, and obit ryghtes for coyne agayne was yeld. How Iupiter embathed was all in his royall blood. The frolyck fyshe desposed was to myrth in Tyrren flood, And fetchyng fryskes both in and out playes on the waters brym, And on his broad and fynny back about the seas doth swym, With gamballs quick in rings aroūd, and syde to syde enclynd, Erwhyle he sportes afront the pup, and whyps agayn behynd, Now fydlyng on the snout before, the dalyeng wanton rowt With iocundarye ioly tryckes doth skyp the flete about. Somtyme he standeth gasyng on and eyes the vessells bryght, Now euery shore is couered clean, and land is out of syght, The parlous poynct of Ida rocke in syght doth open lye, And that alone espye we coulde with fyrmly fyxed eye, A dusky clowd of stilyng smoke from Troy did smolter blacke, When Titan from the werye neckes the heauy yokes did slacke. The fading light did grouelyng bend, and down the day did shrowd, Agaynst the stars amountyng vp a lytle mystie clowd, Came belchyng out in irksom lompe, and Phaebus galland beames He spewd vpon, bestayning them duet down in westerne streames. The Sun set swaruyng in such sorte with diuers change of face Did gyue vs cause, to haue mistruste of Neptunes doubted grace. The euening first did bunnish bright, and paynt with stars the skye, The wynds were layd, & clean forsoke our sayles, that quiet lye. whē cracking, ratling, rumbling noise, rusht down wih thundryng swaye From top of hyls, which greater stur doth threaten and bewray. With belowinges, & yellynges lowd, the shores do grunt an grone, The craggye clyues, & roryng rockes, do howle in hollow stone. The bublyng waers swelles vpreard before the wrastling winde, When suddenlye the lowryng lyght of moone is hid and blynde. The glymsyng starres do go to glade, the surgyng seas are tost Euen to the skyes, among the clowde the lyght of heauen is lost More nyghtes in one compacted are, wyth shadow dym and blacke, One shade vppon another doth more darknes heape and packe, And euery sparke of lyght consumd the waues and skyes do mete. The ruflyng wynds range on the seas through euerye coast they lytt. They heaue it vp wyth vyolence. ouerturnd from bottom low,