Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 533 words
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O wretch if thou desire, What measure ought to poise thy wrath then learn by Cupid's fire, To hate as sore as thou didst love, shall I not them annoy That do unite in spousal bed, their want on lust enjoy? Shall Phoebus' fiery footed horse go lodge in western wave The drdwping day, that la●● I did with humble crowchinge crave, And with such earnest busy suit so hardly granted was, Shall it depart ere I can bring my devilish drift to pass? While hovering heaven doth counter poised hang with equal space, Amid the marble hemispheres, while round with stinted race, The gorgeous sky above the earth doth spinning roll about, Whiles that the number of the sands, lies hid unserched out. While dawning day doth keep his course with Phoebus' blaze so bright, While twinkling stars in golden trains do guard the s●ombrie night, While I sie under propping pole with whirling swing so swift The shining bears unbathed about The frozen sky do lift, While flushing floodes the frothy streams to rustling seas do send, To gird them gripped with plunging pangs my rage shall never end. With greater heat it shall reboil, like as the brutish beast, Whose tyranny most horrible, exceedeth all the rest, What greedy gaping whirl pool wide what perilous gulf unmild, What Sylla couched in roaring rocks or what Charybdis wild, (That Sicil and joinum sea by frothy waves doth sup) What Aetna bolking stifling flames, and dusky vapours up, (Whose heavy poise which stewing heat doth smouldering crush beneath Encelades, that fiery flakes from choked throat doth breath) Can with such dreadful menaces In sweating fury fry? No river swift no troubled surge Of stormy sea so high, Nor sturdy seas (whom ruffling winds with raging force to roar) Nor puissant flash of fire, whose might By boisterous blast is more, May bide my anger's violence: my fury shall it foil: His court I le over hourl, and lay it level with the soil. My Iasons heart did quake for fear of Creon cruel king And lest the king of Thessalye would war upon him bring. But loyal love that hardens hearts makes no man be afrighte. But beet, that he convict hath yield himself to Creon's might. Yet once he might have vysyted● and come to me his w●fe, To talk, and take his last farewell. if danger of his life In doing this (hard hearted wretch most cruel) he should fear, He being Creon's sonne in law, for him it lemuel were, To have prorogued somewhat yet my heavy banishment, To take my leave of children twain one only day is lent: Yet do I not complain, as though the time to short I thoughts As proof shall plain pronounce, to day, to day, it shall be wrought, The memory whereof no tract of time shall wipe away. With malice bend against the gods my wrath shall them assay: And rifling every thing, both good, and bad, I will turmoil. Madam thy mind that troubled is, and ●ost with such abroyle Of swarming ills, thy vexed breast now set at rest again, The peevish fond affections all of troubled mind refrain.
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¶O wretche if thou desire, What measure ought to paise thy wrathe then learne by Cupides fire, To hate as sore as thou didst loue, shall I not them anoye That do vnite in spousall bed, theyr want on lust enioye? Shall Phaebus fierie footed horse go lodge in westerne waue The drdwping day, that la I did with humble crowchinge craue, And with suche ernest busie sute so hardlie graunted was, Shall it departe er I can bringe my deuylishe dryfte to passe? While houeryng heuen dothe counter paised hange with egall space, Amid the marble hemispheares, whyle rounde with stinted race, The gorgeous skye aboue the earthe doth spinning roll about, Whiles that the number of the sands, lyes hid vnserched out. While dawninge daye dothe kepe hys cours with Phaebus blase so bright, While twinkling stars in golden traines do gard the sombrie night, While I sie vnder propping poale with whyrlyng swyng so swyft The shyning beares vnbathed aboute The frosen skye do lifte, Whyle flushing loodes y• frothy streames to rustling seas do send, To gird them gript wt plonging pangs my rage shall neuer end. With greater heat it shall reboyle, lyke as the brutyshe beast, Whose tyranye most horryble, excedeth al the rest, What gredye gapynge whyrle poole wide what parlous gulphe vnmild, What Sylla coucht in roryng rockes or what Charybdes wylde, (That Sicil and Ioinum sea by frothy waues doth sup) What Aetna bolking stifling flames, and duskye vapours vp, (Whose heauye payse wt stewyng heat doth smoldryng crushe beneath Encelades, that fierie flakes from choked throte doth breath) Can wyth suche dreadfull menaces In swetyng furye frye? No ryuer swift no trowbled surge Of stormye sea so hye, Nor sturdy seas (whom rufling winds wyth ragyng force to rore) Nor puissant flash of fyre, whose might By boysteous blast is more, May byde my angers violence: my furye shall it foyle: His court I le ouer hourl, and lay it leuel with the soyle. My Iasons harte did quake for feare of Creon cruell kyng And lest the kyng of Thessalye would warr vppon hym bryng. But loyall loue that hardens hartes makes no man be afrighte. But beet, that he conuit hath yeilde hym selfe to Creons myght. Yet once he myght haue vysyted and come to me hys wfe, To talke, and take hys last farewell. if daunger o hys lyfe In doing thys (harde harted wretche most cruell) he should feare, He beyng Creons sonn in law, for him it leul were, To haue proroged somwhat yet my heuye banishment, To take my leue of chldren twayne one onlye day is lent: Yet do I not complayne, as though the tyme to short I thought As profe shall plaine pronoūce, to day, to day, it shall be wroughte, The memorye wherof no tract of tyme shall wype awaye. With malyce bent agaynst the godes my wrath shall them assay: And rifling euerye thyng, both good, and bad, I wyll turmoyle. ¶Madame thy mynde that troubled is, and ost with such abroyle Of swarming ills, thy vexed brest now set at rest agayne, The peuyshe fonde affeccions all of troubled minde refrayne.