Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
What love unto his silly babes is deeply graft in him? This worketh well I have him trypt● lo now there lieth brim. An open place whearbie receive a vennye soon he may. Let me or I depart, unto my silly children say. These lessons of my last adieu, and grant to me the space, With tender gripe of coling last their loving limbs tembrace: This willbe comfort to my heart: yet at the latter word I ask no more but only that you should me this afford. If eager anguish cause my tongue to cast out words unkind, Let all thing fly, let nothing be Engraved in your mind But let remembrance otherwhile of me to touch your thought, Let other things be wiped away that bile of wrath hath wrought. I have forgotten every whit god grant thou may of shake These surging qualms of frownced mind milder mayest it make: For quietness doth work their ease that dented are with woe: What is he slylie slipped and gone? falls out the matter so? O Iason dost thou sneak away, not having mind of me, Nor of those former great good turns that I have done for thee? With the now am I clean forgot: but I will bring about That from thy careful sighing mind shall not be banished out: Apply to bring this to effect, call home thy wits again, And all thy wily fetches far, each artifycyall train. This is the perfect fruit that may to the of mischief spring, To presuppose that mischief is not graft in any thing. Scant have I oportunytie for my pretenced guile, Because we are mistrusted sore, But try I will the while To set upon them in such sort, as none can dame my sleight: March forth, now venture on, fall to, both what lieth in thy might, And also what doth pass thy power. O faith full nurse and mate. Of all my heavy heart breaking, and divers cursed fate, Come help our simple mean device. remaining yet I have A rob of Pall the present that our heavenly grandsire gave, Chief monument of Colchis I'll, which Phoebus did bestow On Etas for a pledge, that him his father h● might know. A precious fulgent gorget eke, that bravely glitters bright, And with a seamlye shining seam of golden thrydes' is dight, Through wrought between the row of pearls do stand in borders round wherewith my golden crispen locks is wont to be crowned. My little children they shall bear these presents to the Bride, That first with slybber ●●abbar sauce of chauntmentes shallbe tried. Request the aid of Hecate in readiness prepare The lamentable sacrifice, upon the bla●dye Altar. Enforce the fierce catching hold upon the rafters high With crackling nois of flamie sparks rebound in azure sky.
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¶What loue vnto hys selye babes is depely grafte in hym? This worketh well I haue him trypt lo nowe there lyeth brymme. An open place whearbie receaue a vennye soone he maye. Let me or I departe, vnto my selye chyldren saye. These lessons of my last adewe, and graunt to me the space, With tender grype of collyng laste theyr louyng lymmes embrace: This wilbe comforte to my harte: yet at the latter worde I aske nomore but onlye that you shuld me thys afoorde. If eger anguysh cause my tongue to cast out woordes vnkynde, Let al thyng flye, let nothyng be Engraued in your mynde But let remmbrauce otherwhyle of me to touche your thought, Let other thynges be wypte awaye that byle of wrath hath wrought. ¶I haue forgotten euery whit god graunt thou may of shake These surging qualmes of frownced mynde & mylder mayest it make: For quyetnes doth worke theyr ease that dented are wyth woe: ¶What is he slyle slypt and gon? falles out the matter so? O Iason doest thou sneake awaye, not hauyng mynde of me, Nor of those former great good turns that I haue done for the? Wyth the now am I cleane forgott: but I wyll bryng about That from thy carefull sighing minde shall not be banysht out: Apply to bryng thys to effect, call home thy wyttes agayne, And all thy wylie fetches farre, eache artifycyall trayne. Thys is the perfect fruyt that maye to the of myschefe sprynge, To presuppose that myschefe is not graft in anye thynge. Scante haue I oportunyte for my pretensed guyle, Because we are mystrusted sore, But trye I wyll the whyle To set vppon them in such sort, as none can deme my sleyghte: Marche furth, now venture on, fall to, bothe what lyeth in thy myght, And also what doth passe thy power. O fayth full nourse and mate. Of all my heauye hart breakyng, and dyuers cursed fate, Come helpe our symple meane deuice. remaynyng yet I haue A robe of Pall the present that our heauenlye graundsyre gaue, Chefe monument of Cholchis Ile, whiche Phaebus did bestowe On Etas for a pledge, that hym hys father h myght knowe. A precyous fulgent gorget eake, that brauelye glytters bryght, And wyth a seamlye shynyng seame of golden thrydes is dyght, Through wrought betwene the row of pirles do stand in borders round Wherwyth my golden crispen lockes is wonted to be crounde. My lytle chyldren they shall beare these presentes to the Bryde, That fyrste wyth slybber abbar sosse of chauntmentes shalbe tryed. Request the ayde of Hecate in redynes prepare The lamentable sacryfyce, vpon the bladye Aare. Enforce the fyers catchyng houlde vpon the rafters hye With crackling nois of flamie sparkes rebounde in azur skye.