Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
When Creon in malicious mood had thought thee to have slain, Entreated with my teares exile, and life he gave to thee. I took it for a punishment, but surely as I see This banishment is now become a freyndly good reward. While thou hast time to go be gone, for most severe, and hard The kings displeasure ever is. Thus woldste thou dodge me out? Thy hated trull cast of thou dost that please Creusa thou mought. Dost thou Medea upbraid me with the breach unkind of love? And slaughter vile with treachery whereto thou did me move. When all is done what canst thou say my gyltynes to stain? Even whatsoever I have done. Yet more this doth remain: That thy vngracyous wickedness of harm should be accuse. Thine, thine, they are, they are all thine what ever I did use. Who that of lewdness reaps the fruit, is grafter of the same. Let every one with infamy thy wretched spouse defame, Yet do thou only take her part, her only do thou call A just and undefiled wight, without offence at all. If any man shall for thy sake pollute his hand with ill, To thee let him an innocent yet be accounted still. The life is loathsome that doth work his shame who hath it chose. the life whose choice doth work thy shame thou ought again to lose. Let reason rule thy eager mind so vexed with crabbed ire And for thy tender children's ease to be at rest require I do defy it, wholly I detest it, I forswear, That brethren bred unto my barns Creusa's womb shall bear. It will be trim, when as a Queen of majesty and might Hath issue, kin unto the seed of the a banished wight. So cursed day shall neuer on my wretched children shine To mingle base borne bastards with the blood of noble line. Shall Phebus stock (that bears the lamp of heaven in starry throne) Be matched with drudging Sisiphus that rolls in hell the stone? What meanest thou wretch both the & m● in banishment to yoke? I pray them hence: When humbly I my mind to Creon broke, He gave an ear unto my suit, What lieth in my might To do for thee? If no good turn then do thy worst despite. On this side with his sword in hand King Creon doth me scar: On other part with armed host Acast doth me detarr. Medea eke to cope with these, that more appall us may: Go to, to skyrmyshe let us fall Let Iason be the pray: I yield whom sore adversities have tired with heavy sway. Learn thou to dread thy luckless lost that oft doth thee assay. I evermore have ruled the swinge of fortunes wavering will. Acastus is at hand and nigh is Creon the to spill:
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¶When Cron in malycyous moode had thought thee to haue slayne, Entreated wyth my tears exyle, and lyfe he gaue to thee. ¶I toke it for a ponyshment, but surely as I see Thys banyshment is now become a freyndly good rewarde. ¶Whyle thou hast time to go be gone, for moste seueare, and harde The kynges dyspleasure euer is. ¶Thus woldste thou dodge me out? Thy hated trull cast of thou doest that please Creuse thou mought. ¶Doest thou Medea vpbrayde me wyth the breache vnkynd of loue? ¶And slaughter vyle wyth trecherie wherto thou dyd me moue. ¶When al is done what canst thou say my gyltynes to stayne? ¶Euen whatsoeuer I haue done. ¶Yet more thys doth remayne: That thy vngrayous wyckednes of harme should e accuse. ¶Thine, thine, they ar, they ar al thine what euer I dyd vse. Who yt of lewdnes reapes the fruite, is grafter of the same. Let euery one wyth infamie thy wretched spouse defame, Yet doe thou onely take her parte, her onely doe thou call A iuste and vndefyled wyght, wythout offence at all. If anye man shall for thy sake polute hys hand wyth ill, To thee let hym an innocent yet be accompted styll. ¶The life is lothsome that doth worke hys shame who hath it chose. ¶the life whose choyse doth werke thy shame thou ought againe to lose. ¶Let reason rule thy eger mynde so vext wyth crabbed ire And for thy tender chyldrens ease to be at rest reqyre ¶I do defye it, wholie I detest it, I forsweare, That bretheren bred vnto my barnes Creusas wombe shall beare. ¶It wyll be trym, when as a Queene of maiestie and myght Hath issue, kinn vnto the seede of the a banisht wyght. ¶So cursed day shall neur on my wretched children shyne To myngle base borne basterdes wyth the blood of noble lygne. Shal Phbus stocke (that beares y• lamp of heauen in starrye throne) Be macht with drudginge Sisihus that roules in hell the stone? ¶What meanest yu wretch both the & m in banishement to yoke? I pray thē hence: ¶ When humbly I my mynd to Creon broke, He gaue an eare vnto my sute, ¶What lyeth in my myght To do for the? ¶ If no good turne then do thy worst dispyght. ¶On this side with his swerd in hande Kyng Creon doth me scar: On other part wyth armed hoast Acast doth me detarr. ¶Medea eke to coape wyth these, that more apaull vs maye: Go to, to skyrmyshe let vs fall Let Iasn be the praye: ¶I yeld whom sore aduersyties haue tyerd wyth heauye swaye. Learne thou to dred thy luclesse lost that oft dothe thee assaye. ¶ I euermore haue rulde the swinge of fortunes waueryng wyll. ¶Achastus is at hand and nygh is Creon the to spyll: