Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 10 of 28
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.82 · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
NOw chant it lusty lads, Apollo's praise suborn, To thee the frolic flock their crowned heads adorn. To thee King Inach's stock of wedlock chamber void, Brayed out their virgins locks and thereon have employed Their savoury garlands green Twisted of laurel bow. Draw near with us O Thebes our dancing follow thou. Come also ye that drink of Ismen bubbling flood, whereas the Laurel treeful thick on banks doth bood. eke ye whom Mando mild, the Prophetess divine, (Foreseeing fate) and borne of high Tiresias line, Hath stirred to celebrate with sacred use and right. Apollo and Dian borne of Latona's bright. O Victor Phoebe unbend thy noked bow again. sith quietness and peace anew we do retain. And let thy twangling harp make melody so shrill, While that thy nimble hand strike quavers with thy quill. No curious descant I nor lusty music crave, No jolly rumbling note, nor trolling tune to have. But on thy treble Lute (according to thy use) Strike up a plainsong note as when thy learned muse Thy lessons do record, though yet on baser string It liketh thee to play the song that thou did sing: As when from fiery heaven the dint of lightning slew, Sent down by wrath of Gods the Titans overthrew Or else when mountains were on mountains heaped high That raise for Giants fell their steps into the sky, The mountain Ossa stood on top of Pelion laid, Olymp (whereon the pines their budding branches braid) down poised both: draw near O Iuno noble dame, Both spouse of mighty Ioue and sister to the same. Thou that dost rule with him made jointure of his mace, Thy people we of Greece give honour to thy grate. Thou only dost protect from per ills Aigos' land, That ever careful was to have thine honour stand, Most suppliant thereunto thou also with thy might Dost order joyful peace and battles fierce of fight Accept O conquering Queen these branches of the bays That Agamemnon here doth yield unto thy praise: The hollow boxen pipe (that doth with holes abound) In singing unto thee doth give a solemn sound: To thee the Damsels eke that play upon the strings, With cunning harmony melodious music sings. The matrons eke of Greece by riper years more grave, To thee the Taper pay that vowed oft they have, The heifered young and white companion of the Bull. Unskilful yet by proof the painful plow to pull. Whose neck was never worn nor galled with print of yoke, Is in thy temple slain receiving deadly stroke. O Lady Pallas thou of most renowned hap Bred of the brain of Ioue that smites with thunder clap. Thou lofty Trojan towers of craggy knotty flint Hast bet with battering blade, and struck with javelin dint: The elder matrons with the dames that younger be
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 437–493 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 28 in this edition
Length
478 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T24 — Apollo, Phoebus and the Musescross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.817 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T29 · seed 44: T27 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
NOw chaunt it luſty laddes, Apollos prayſe ſubborne, To thee the frolicke flocke their crowned heads adorne. To thee King Inachs ſtocke of wedlocke chamber voyde, Brayd out their virgins lockes and theron haue employd Theyr ſauory garlandes greene Itwiſt of laurell bow. Draw neare with vs O Thebes our dauncing follow thou. Come alſo ye that drinck of Iſmen bubling flood, VVheras the Laurell treeful thicke on bankes doth bood. Eake ye whom Mando mild, the Propheteſſe diuine, (Foreſeyng fate) and borne of high Tireſias lygne, Hath ſtird to celebrate with ſacred vſe and right. Appollo and Dian borne of Latona bright. O Victor Phaebe vnbend thy noked bow agayne. Syth quie tnes and peace anew we do retayne. And let thy twanckling harpe make melody ſo ſhril, Whyle that thy nimble hand ſtryke quauers with thy quill. No curious deſcant I nor luſty muſick craue, No iolly rumbling note, nor trouling tune to haue. But on thy treble Lute (according to thy vſe) Stryke vp a playnſong note as when thy learned muſe Thy leſſons do record, though yet on baſer ſtring It lyketh thee to play the ſong that thon did ſinge: As when from fyery heauen the dint of lightning flue, Sent downe by wrath of Gods the Titans ouerthrew Or elſe when mountaynes were on mountaynes heaped hie That rayſe for Giauntes fell theyr ſteppes into the ſkye, The mountayne Oſſa ſtoode on top of Pelion layd, Olymp (wheron the Pynes theyr budding braunches braide) Downe paiſed both: drawe nere O Iuno noble dame, Both ſpouſe of mighty Ioue and ſiſter to the ſame. Thou that doſt rule with him made ioynter of his mace, Thy people we of Grece geue honor to thy grate. Thou onely doſt protect from per illes Aigos land, That euer careful was to haue thyne honour ſtand, Moſt ſupplient thereunto thou alſo with thy might Doſt order ioyful peace and battails fearce of fyght Accept O conquering Queene theſe braunches of the bayes That Agamemnon here doth yeld vnto thy prayſe: The hollow boxen pype (that doth with holes abound) In ſynging vnto the doth geue a ſolemne ſound: To thee the Damſels eake that play vppon the ſtringes, With conning harmony melodious muſicke ſinges. The matrons eke of Greece by ryper years more graue, To thee the Taper pay that vowed oft they haue, The Heyferd young and whyte companion of the Bull. Vnſkilful yet by proofe the paynful plow to pull. VVhoſe neck was neuer worne nor gald with print of yoke, Is in thy temple ſlame receiuing deadly ſtroke. O Lady Pallas thou of moſt renoumed hap Bred of the brayne of Ioue that ſmites with thunder clap. Thou lofty Troian towres of craggy knotty flint Haſt bet with battring blade, and ſtroke with iaueling dint: The elder matrones with the dames that yonger be