Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 23 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 0.77 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
the carman's blood at last, The spoils and shafts Hippolytus saw from her bosom wrest As soon as he with clatring shaft the dusky cloud did smite, The Stymphal bird that shadowed the sun, did take her flight. The fertyll tree that apples bears of gold, did fear him sore, Which never yet acquaintance had with ●asters tooth before. But whipping up which lively twigs into the air she flies, And while the chinking plate doth sound then Argos full of eyes, The watchman shrinking close for cold that sleep yet never knew, Doth here the noise while Hercules with metal of yellow hue Well loaden packs away, and left the grove befylched clean. The hound of hell did hold his tongue drawn up in triple chain, Nor barked with any boughing throat, nor could abide the hew, Or colour of the heavenly light, whose beams he never knew. When thou wert captain general, and didst conduct our Host, (They that) of Dardans line, to come their stock do falsely boast, Were vanquished by force of arms and since they felt again thy grey goose wing, whose bitterness to fear might them constrain. WIthin a revel rexe is kept, as sore as ever was Even at the ten years siege of Troy: What thing is this? (alas) Get up my soul, and of the rage avengement worthy crave: Though Phrygians we be vanquished, the victory we have. The matter well is brought about: up Troy thou risest now, Thou flat on floor haste pulled down Grece, to lie as low as thou. Thy conqerour doth turn his face: my propheseing spright Did never yet disclose to me so notable a sight: I see the same, and am thearat, and busied in the broil, No vision fond fantastical my senses doth beguile: Such fare as Phrygians feasted with on last unhappy night At Agamemnon's royal court full dayntyly they dight: With purple hangings all adorned the broidered beds do shine, In old Assarack's goblet's gilt they swinck and swill the wine. The king in gorgeous royal robes on chair of state doth sit, And pranked with pride of Priam's pomp of whom he conquered it. Put of this hostile weed, to him (the queen his wife 'gan say) And of thy loving lady wrought wear rather this array, This garment knit. It makes me loath, that shivering here Island. O shall a king be murdered, by a banished wretches hand? Out, shall Thadulterer destroy the husband of the wife? The dreadful destinies approached. the food that last in life He tasted of before his death, their masters blood shall see, The gubs of blood down dropping on the wind shall powered be. By traitorous trick of trapping weed his death is brought about, Which being put upon his head his hands could not get out, The stopped poke with mouth set op● his muffled head doth hide, The mankind dame which trembling hand
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the carmans blood at last, The spoyles and shaftes Hipolyte saw from her bosom wrast As sone as he with clatryng shaft the duskye cloud did smyte, The Stymphal byrd that shadowed the sun, did take her flyght. The fertyll tree that aples beares of gould, did feare him sore, Which neuer yet acquayntaunce had with asters toth before. But whipping vp wt lyuely twygges into the ayre she flyes, And while the chinking plate doth soūd then Argos full of eyes, The watchman shrinking close for cold that slepe yet neuer knew, Doth here the noyse while Hercules with mettall of yellow hew Wel loden packs away, and lefte the groue befylched cleane. The hound of hell dyd holde his tonge drawne vp in triple cheane, Nor barkt with any boughing throte, nor could abyde the hewe, Or colour of the heauenly lyght, whose beames he neuer knew. When thou wert captayne generall, and didst conducte our Hoste, (They that) of Dardans lygne, to come theyr stock do falsly boast, Were vanquished by force of armes and since they felt agayne thy gray goose winge, whose bitternes to feare myght them constraine. WIthin a reuell rexe is kept, as sore as euer was Euē at ye .x. yeres seige of Troy: What thing is this? (alas) Get vp my soule, and of the rage auengment worthy craue: Though Phrygians we be vanquyshed, the victorie we haue. The matter well is brought abought: vp Troy thou rysest now, Thou flat on floore haste pulde downe Grece, to lye as low as thou. Thy conqerour doth turne hys face: my propheseing spryght Did neuer yet disclose to me so notable a syght: I see the same, and am thearat, and busyed in the broyle, No vision fond fantasticall my senses doth beguile: Such fare as Phrygians feasted with on last vnhappy nyght At Agamemnons royall court full dayntyly they dight: With purple hangings al adornd the brodred beds do shyne, In olde Assaracks goblets gylt they swinck and swill the wyne. The kinge in gorgyous royall robes on chayre of state doth syt, And pranckt with pride of Priams pomp of whom he conquerd it. Put of this hostile wede, to hym (the queene his wyfe gan saye) And of thy louyng lady wrought weare rather thys araye, This garmēt knit. It makes me lothe, that shiuering here Island. O shall a kynge be murthered, by a banysht wretches hand? Out, shall Thadulterer destroy the husbande of the wyfe? The dreadfull destynies approcht. the foode that last in lyfe He tastd of before hys death, theyr maysters blood shall see, The gubs of blood downe dropping on the wynd shall powred bee. By traytrous tryck of trapping wede hys death is brought aboute, Which being put vppon his head his handes could not get out, The stopped poake with mouth set op hys muffled head doth hyde, The mankynd dame wt trembling hand