Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 14 of 28
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 479 words
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The western wind flat in the face of eastern wind doth blow. With hurley burley Boreas set ope his blasting mouth, And gyroeth out his boisterous breath, against the stormy south, Each wind with all his might doth blow, and worketh dangers deep, They shake the floods, a sturdy blast along the seas doth sweep. That rolls, & ●ūbles wave on wave, a northern tempest strong Abundance great of flackye snow● doth hurl our ships among. The south wind out of Lybia doth rage upon a should, And with the puissant force thereof the quick sands up be rolled, Nor bideth in the south, which doth with tempest lump and lower, And force the flowing floods to rise by pouring out a shower. The stubborn E●r●s earthquakes made, and shaken the countries eas●, And E●s cost, where Phoebus first ariseth from his test. How violent Corus stretched and tore his yawning mouth ●ull wide? A man would sure have thought the world did from his centre slyde, And that the frames of heaven broke ●p the gods adown would fall, And Chaos dark confused heap would shade and cover all. The stream strove with the wind, the wind did beat it back again, The springing sea within his banks can not itself contain, The raging shower his trilling drops doth mingle with the seas, And yet in all this misery they find not so much eas, To see and know what ill● it is, that worketh their decay. The darkness dim oppresseth still and keeps the light away: The black faced night with hell-like hue was clad of stygian lake And yet full oft with glimpsing beams the sparkling fire out broke. The cloud doth crack, and being rend the lightning leapeth out, The wretches like the same so well it shining them about, That still they wish such light to hau●. (although god wo● but ill) The navy swaying down itself doth cast away, and spill. One side with other side is cracked, and helm is rend with helm, The ship itself the gulping seas do headlong over whelm. Erewhile a grydie gaping gulf doth sup it up amain, Then by an by tossed up aloft it spews it out again, She with her swagging full of sea to bottom low doth sink, And drencheth deep aside in floods her tottering broken brink. That underneath a dozen waves lay drowned out of sight, Her broken planks swim ' up & down, spoiled is her tackle quite, Both sail and Oars clean are lest, the main mast cake is gone. That wont was to beare upright the sail yard thereupon, The timber and the broken boards lie on the water's brim, When cold & shivering fear in us doth strike through every lym● The wisest wyats entocksycate dare nothing enterprise, And cunning practice nought auayle●, When fearful storms arise,
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The westerne wynde flat in the face of easterne wynd doth blow. With hurley burley Boreas set ope his blastyng mouth, And gyroeth out his boysteous breth, agaynst the stormy south, Eache wind wt all his might doth blow, and worketh daungers depe, They shake the floods, a sturdye blast along the seas doth swepe. That rowles, & ūbles waue on waue, a northern tempest stronge Aboundaunce great of flackye snow doth hurle our shipps among. The south winde out of Lybia doth rage vppon a shold, And with the puyssaunt force therof the quycke sandes vp be rould, Nor bydeth in the south, which doth with tempest lump and lower, And force the flowyng floods to ryse by powryng out a shower. The stubbern Ers erthquakes made, and shoke the countryes eas, And Es cost, where Phaebus fyrst aryseth from his test. How violent Corus strecht and tare his yawnyng mouth ull wyde? A man wold sure haue thought y• world did from his center flyde, And that the frames of heuen broke p the gods adown wold fall, And Chaos darke confused heape wold shade and couer all. The stream straue wt the wind, y• wynd dyd beat it backe agayne, The springyng sea within his bankes can not it selfe contayne, The ragyng showr hys tryllyng drops doth myngle with the seas, And yet in all this miserye they fynd not so much eas, To see and know what ill it is, that worketh theyr decaye. The darknes dim oppresseth styll and kepes the lyght awaye: The blacke facst nyght wt hellicke hew was clad of stygian lake And yet full oft with glimsyng beames the sparklyng fyre out brake. The cloud doth crack, and beyng rent the lyghtnyng leapeth out, The wretches lyke the same so well it shinyng them about, That still they wysh such light to hau. (although god wo but ill) The nauy swaying down it selfe doth cast awaye, and spyll. One syde with other syde is crackt, and helme is rent with helme, The shypp it selfe the gulpyng seas do hedlong ouer whelme. Erwhyle a grydie gapyng gulphe doth sup it vp amayne, Then by an by tost vp aloft it spewes it out agayne, She with her swaggyng full of sea to bottom low doth sinke, And drencheth depe asyde in floodes her tottryng broken brynke. That vnderneath a dosen waues lay drowned out of syght, Her broken plankes swym 'vp & down, spoyld is her tacle quyght, Both sayle and Ores clean are lest, the mayn mast cake is gon. That wonted was to beae vpryght the sayle yard therupon, The tymber and the broken bordes lye on the waters brym, When cold & shiueryng feare in vs doth stryke through euery lym The wysest wyts entocksycate dare nothyng enterpryse, And conning practise nought auayle, When fearfull stormes aryse,