Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Medea (Seneca's Seventh Tragedy) · chunk 8 of 30

Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 468 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

at large is stretched out. I being thus of noble race and in an happy plight, With glorious gloss of princely pomp in honour shining bright, Then peerless pears my spousal bed did sek● and sew to have, But those to be their loving feres now other Ladies crave, Rash, tickle, peevish, undiscrete, and waveryug fortunes wheel, Hath cast me out the crushing cares of banishment to feel. In sceptre proud and haughty crown for thine affiance ●aste. Sith upsy-down with welkyn wheel whole mounts of wealth is cast. This princes do possess, that should their royalty display, Whose fame shall never ra●ed be with storm of lowering day, To secure those whom misery in pit of pains do the ●ouse, To sheylde and harbour supplyantes in roof of loyal house. This only brought I from my realm the precious golden Fleece, That jewel chief, and eke the flower of chivalry in Greece, The sturdy prop, the rampir strong the bulwark of your wealth, And Hercules the boystrus Imp of ●oue I kept in health. It was by means of my good will that Orpheus did escape, Whose harmony the lyuelesse rocks with such delight did rape, That forced even the clottered lumps with hobbling pryckt to prance, And eke the jocund nodding woods with foting fine to dance. And that those heavenly twins Castor and Pollux did not die, My due desert is doubled twice, sith them preserved I. Of Boreas blustering out with puffed cheeks his blasting breath His winged sons I kept alive both Calais and Zeth. And Lynceus that with piercing beams and sharper sight of eye Can navies on the farther banks of Sicill shore espy. And all the Minians that did come the golden Fleece to wyn● As for the Prince of Princes all I will not bring him in. With silence Iason will I passe, for whom though him I save, Yet is not Greece in debt to me, no recompense I crave To no man him I do impute, the rest I borough ● again For your avail, that you thereby some profit might attain. But only on my Iason dear, him for my own loves sake I kept in store, that he of me his wedded wife should make. None other fault (God wots) ye have to charge me with but this, That Argo Ship by means of me returned safely is. If I a shame fast maid had not with Cupid's bait been caught If more my father's health to have then Iasons I had sought, Pelasgan land had been undone, and fallen to great decay, The lusty valiant capitains had clean been cast away: And jolly Iason first of all this now thy son in law, The Bulls had rend his swallowed limbs in fiery chomping jaw.
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PlayMedea (Seneca's Seventh Tragedy)
AuthorSeneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John
Publication year (edition)1566
First performance / composition (Annals)1566
First performance (BritDrama)1566 [Jun]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;Closet/Unacted
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 79 · TCP A11912 · DEEP 69
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 623–707 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 30 in this edition
Length468 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.695
Other seedsseed 43: T17 · seed 44: T19 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
at large is stretched out. I beinge thus of noble race and in an happy plyght, With glorious glosse of princely pomp in honour shynyng bryght, Then pearlesse peares my spousal bedd dyd sek and sewe to haue, But those to be theyr louyng feres now other Ladyes craue, Rash, ticle, peuysh, vndyscrete, and waueryug fortunes wheele, Hath cast me out the crusshyng cares of banyshment to feele. In scepter proude and hautye crowne fr thyne affyance aste. Syth vpsydowne wyth welkyn wheele whole mountes of wealth is caste. Thys prynces do possesse, that should theyr royaltye dysplay, Whose fame shall neuer raed be wyth storme of lowryng daye, To succour those whom myserye in pyt of paynes do the ouse, To sheylde and harber supplyantes in roofe of loyall house. This onely brought I from my realme the precyous golden Fleece, That iewell cheefe, and eke the flower of Chyualry in Greece, The sturdy prop, the rampir stronge the bulwarke of your wealth, And Herculs the boystrus Imp of oue I kept in health. It was by meanes of my good wyll that Orpheus dyd escape, Whose harmony the lyulese rocks wyth such delyght dyd rape, That forced euen the clottred lumpes with hoblyng pryckt to praunce, And eke the ioconde nodding wooddes wyth fotyng fyne to daunce. And that those heauenly twyns Castor and Pollux dyd not dye, My dew desarte is doubled twyse, syth them preserued I. Of Boreas blustryng out wyth puffed cheekes hys blastyng breath Hys wynged sonnes I kept alyue bothe Calais and Zeth. And Linceus that with pearcing beames and sharper syght of eye Could Nauyes on the farther banckes of Sicill shore espye. And all the Minians that did come the golden Fleece to wyn As for the Prynce of Prynces all I wyll not brynge hym in. Wyth sylence Iason wyll I pase, for whom though hym I saue, Yet is not Greece in dbt to me, no recompence I craue To no man hym I do impute, the rest I brough agayne For your auayle, that you therby some profyt myght attayne. But onelye on my Iason deare, hym for my owne loues sake I kept in store, that he of me hys wedded wife should make. None other fault (God wot) ye haue to charge me wyth but thys, That Argo Shyp by meanes of me returned safelye is. If I a shame fast mayde had not wyth Cupids bayte ben caught If more my fathers healthe to haue then Iasons I had sought, Pelasga land had bene vndone, and falne to great decaye, The lustye valyant Capytaynes had cleane bene cast awaye: And iolye Iason fyrste of all this now thy sonne in lawe, The Buls had rent his swalowed lims in fyery chompyng iawe.