Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
If needs thou wilt have me avoid, my ship to me restore, Or else my mate with whom I first arrived on this shore: Why dost thou bid that by myself I only should be gone? I came not hither at first without my company alone. If this do thee aggrieve, that brunt of wars thou shalt sustain, command us bot● the cause thereof to shu● thy realm again: Sith both are guilty of one act, w●y dost thou partte us twain? For Iasons sake, not for mine own, poor Pelias was slain. Annex unto my traitorous flight the conquered booty brave, My hoary headed natural sier, whow I forsaken have, With brother's bloody flesh that mangled was with carving knife, Or aught of Iasons forged lies he gabs unto his wife. These dreary deeds are none of mine, so oft as I offend, Not for mine own commodity, to come thereby in th'end. time is expired, by which thou ought to have been gone away, With keeping such a cha● why dost thou make so long delay? Yet of thy bounty ere I go. this one boon will I crave. Although the mother banished so sore offended have, Let not the vengeance of my fault through wrathful deadly hate, Mine innocent and guiltless babes torment in wretched state. Away: with loving fryndely gripe thy children I embrace, And as a father natural take pity on their case. Even for the prosperus good increase of fertile spousal bed, Of Glauce bright thy daughter dear, whom Iason late hath wed. And by the hope of fruitful seed, whose flower in time shall bloom. By th'honour of thy glistering crowned ythralled to fortune's doom, Which she so full of chop and change with tycle turning wheel Whirls up & down, in staggering state makes to and fro to reel. I thee beseech, (sith to exile I am departing now) O Creon but a little pause for mercy me allow, While of my mourning brats which kiss my last farewell I take. While gasp of failing breath perhaps my shyvering limbs forsake. With craft intending some deceit thou cravest this delay. What falsehood for so little time be cause of terror may? No jot of time is short enough displeasure to prevent. Can not one jot to weeping eyes and trilling tears be lent? Although against thy earnest suit unlucky dread do strive, One day to settle thee away content I am to give. This is to much, and of the same somewhat abridge ye may. Make speed apace if from our land thou get thee not away, Ere Phoebus' horse with golden gleed their streaming beams do shed, Of dawning lamp, thou art condemned to lose thy wretched head. The holy day and bridal both do call me hence away: And wyls me at the sacred altar of Hymeneus to pray.
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¶If nedes thou wylt haue me auoyde, my shyp to me restore, Or els my mate wyth whom I fyrste aryued on thys shore: Why dost thou byd that by my selfe I onely should be gone? I came not hether at fyrste wythout my companye alone. If thys do thee aggryese, that brunt of warres thou shalt sustayne, Comaunde vs bot the cause therof to shu thy realme agayne: Syth both are gyltye of one acte, wy dost thou partte vs twayne? For Iasons sake, not for myne owne, poore Plias was slayne. Annex vnto my traytrous flyght the conquerd bootye braue, My horye headded naturall sir, whow I forsaken haue, Wyth brothers blody flesh that mangled was wyth caruynge knyfe, Or ought of Iasons forged lyes he gabbes vnto hys wyfe. These dreary dedes are none of myne, so ofte as I offende, Not for myne owne cōmodytie, to come therby in thende. ¶time is expierd, by which thou ought to haue bene gone awaye, Wyth kepyng such a cha why dost thou make so longe delaye? ¶Yet of thy bountye ere I goe. thys one boone wyll I craue. Although the mother banyshed so sore offended haue, Let not the vengeaunce of my faulte through wrathfull deadly hate, Myne innocent and gyltlesse babes torment in wreached state. ¶Away: wyth louing fryndely grype thy chyldren I imbrace, And as a father naturall take pytie on theyr case. ¶Euen for the prosperus good encrece of fertill spousall bed, Of Glauce bryght thy doughter deare, whom Iason late hath wed. And by the hope of fruytfull seede, whose flowre in tyme shall bloome. By thonour of thy glystryng crowne ythralde to fotues doome, Whych she so full of chop and chaunge with tycle turnyng wheele Whirls vp & downe, in staggring state makes to and fro to reele. I thee beseche, (syth to exyle I am departing now) O Creon but a lytle pawse for mercye me alow, Whyle of my mournyng brats wt kysse my last farewell I take. Whyle gaspe of faylyng breath perhap my shyueryng lyms forsake. ¶Wyth craft entendyng some deceite thou crauest thys delaye. ¶What falshed for so lytle tyme be cause of terrour maye? ¶No iote of tyme is shorte ynough dysplesure to preuent. ¶Can not one iote to wepyng eyes and tryllyng teares be lent? ¶Although agaynst thy ernest sute vnluckye dread do stryue, One day to settle thee awaye content I am to gyue. ¶Thys is to much, and of the same sumwhat abrydge ye maye. ¶Make spede apace if from our land thou get thee not awaye, Ere Phaebus horse wyth golden glede theyr streamyng beames do shed, Of dawnyng lampe, thou art condemd to lese thy wretched hed. The holye day and brydall both doe call me hence awaye: And wyls me at the sacred aare of Hymneus to praye.