Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 27 of 28
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.84 · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
And if thou do desire to die, the same see you refrain. Lay hands sirs on this wondrous wretch, whom being carried on, Even to the furthest corner of my jurisdiction. Far out beyond Mycenae's land in bonds let her be bound, With darkness divi in hideous hold let her be closed round. This captive Spouse and wicked Quean, the Trull of princes bed Shall pay her pains, and suffer death by losing of her head. Come, hale her on, that she may follow, that way my spouse is gone, Whose love from me enticed was. Do not thus hale me on. I will before you take the way, these tidings first to tell Unto my country men of Troy beneath in lowest hell. How overwhelmed ships each where are spread the seas upon: And Mycenae country conquered, is brought in subjection. He that of thousand captains was grand captain general, Come to as great calamity as Troy itself did fall, Entrapped was by traitorous train, and whoredom of his Wife, And by a gift received of her, deprived of his Life. Let us not linger: on with me, and thanks I do you give. I joy, that it might be my hap, thus after Troy to live. Go to, prepare thyself to die thou frantic raging wight. The frenzy fits of fury fell on you shall also light. ALas ye hateful hellish Hags, ye furies foul and fell, Why cause ye rusty rancours rage in noble hearts to dwell? And cankered hate in boiling breasts to grow from age to age? Could not the grandsire's painful pangs the children's wrath assuage? Nor famine faint of pining paunch, with burning thirst of hell, Amid the blackest stream of Sticks where poisoning breathes do dwell. Where vapours boil parbraking out from dampish miry mud, Increase the pains of Tantalus deserved by guiltless blood, Could not thine own offence suffice Thyestes in thy Life, To file thy brother's spousal Bed, and to abuse his Wife? But after breath from body fled, and Life thy Limbs hath left, Can not remembrance of revenge out of thy breast be reft? What, yet hast thou not laid thy lips, taste of Lethe's flood? Now after death why dost thou come to move thy son to blood? Could cruel Ditis grant to thee thy passport back again? To work this woe upon the world, and make such rigour reign, That Clytaemnestra is become the fifty sister dire Of Danaus' daughters, that did once their husband's death conspire. Lo here how fickle fortune gives but brittle fading joy. Lot, he who late a Conqueror triumphed over Troy, Enduring many sturdy storms with mighty toil and pain To sow the seed of fame, hath reaped small fruit thereof again. whenas his honour budding forth with flower began to bloom, (Alas) the stock was hewed down and sent to deadly doom. And they that of his victory and coming home were glad, To sudden mourning change their mirth with heaviness bestead.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1270–1321 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 28 in this edition
Length
502 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.840 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And if thou doe deſyre to dye, the ſame ſee you refrayne. Lay hands ſis on this wondrous wretch, whom being caryed on, Euen to the furtheſt corner of my iuriſdiction. Farre out beyond Mycoenas land in bonds let her be bound, With darkneſſe diui in hiddeous holde let her be cloſed round. This captiue Spouſe and wicked Queane, the Trull of Prynces bed Shall pay her paynes, and ſuffer death by ſong of her head. Come, hale her on, that ſhe may followe, that way my ſpouſe is gon, Whoſe loue from mee entiſed was. Doe not thus hale mee on. I will before you take the way, theſe tydings firſt to tell Vnto my countrey men of Troy beneath in loweſt hell. How ouerquelmed ſhips ech where are ſpread the ſeas vppon: And Mcoene countrey conquerde, is brought in ſubiection. He that of thouſand captaynes was graunde captayne generall, Come to as great calamity as Troy it ſelfe did fall, Entrapped was by traytrous trayne, and whoredome of his Wyfe, And by a gyft receaued of her, depriued of his Lyfe. Let vs not linger: on with mee, and thankes I doe you giue. I oy, that it might be my hap, thus after Troy to liue. Go to, prepare thy ſelfe to dye thou frantique raging wight. The franſy fits of fury fell on you ſhall alſo light. ALas yee hatefull helliſh Hagges, yee furies foule and fell, Why cauſe yee ruſty rancours rage in noble heartes to dwell? And cancred hate in boyling breaſtes to grow from age to age? Coulde not the graundſtres paynefull pangues the childrens wrath aſſwage? Nor famyne faynt of pyning paunche, with burning thyrſt of hell, Amid the blackeſt ſtreame of Sticks where poyſning breathes do dwel. Where vapors bile parbraking out from dampiſhe myry mud, Encreaſe the paynes of Tantalus deſerude by guiltles bloud, Could not thine owne offence ſuffice Thyeſtes in thy Lyfe, To file thy brothers ſpouſall Bed, and to abuſe his Wyfe? But after breath from body fled, and Lyfe thy Lymmes hath left, Can not remembraunce of reuenge out of thy breaſt be reft? What, yet haſt thou not layde thy lips, taiaſte of Lethes floude? Now afte death why doſt thou come to moue thy ſonne to bloude? Coulde cruell Ditis graunt to thee thy paſporte backe agayne? To worke this woe vpon the world, and make ſuch rigour raygne, That Clytemneſtra is become the fifty ſiſter dyre Of Danaus daughters, that did once theyr huſbands death conſpyre. Loe here how fickle fortune giues but brytle fading ioy. Lot, hee who late a Conquerour tryumphed ouer Troy, Enduring many ſrtudy ſtormes with mighty toyle and payne To ſowe the ſeede of fame, hath reapt ſmall fruite thereof agayne. When as his honour budding forth with flowre began to bloome, (Alas) the ſtocke was hewed downe and ſent to deadly doome. And they that of his victory and comming home were glad, To ſodayne mourning chaunge their myrth with heauineſſe beſtad.