Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 478 words
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NO fierce force, nor rumbling cage of boisterous blustering wind, No dart shot whirling in the skyes● such terror to the mind Can drive, as when the irefull wife doth boil in burning hate, deprived of her spousall bed, and comfort of her mate, Nor where the stormy southern wind with dankysh dabbye face, Of hoary winter sendeth out the gushing shooores apace. where veighment Ister's wambling stream comes weltering down amain, forbidding both the banks to meane, and cannot oft contain Himself within his channels scoure, but further breaks his way, Nor Rodanus whome rushing stream doth launch into the sea, Or when amid the flowered spring with hotter burning son, The winters snows dissolved with heat down to the rivers run: The clottered top of Haemus' hill to water thin doth turn, Such desperate gogyn flame is wrath that inwardly doth burn, And modest rule regardeth not, nor bridals can abide, Nor dreading death, doth wish on di●te of naked blade to slide. O Gods be gracious unto us, for pardon we do crave, That him who tamed the scuffling waves, vouchsafe ye would to save. But Neptune yet the Lord of S●as with frowning face will lower, That over his second sceptre men to triumph have the power. The boy that rashly durst attempt that great v●weldye charge Of Phoebus' everlasting cart, and louyng out at large, Not bearing in his reckless breast his father's warnings wise Was burned with the flames which he did scatter in the skies. None knew the costly glimpsing glades, where straggling Phaeton road, Pass not the path, where people safe In former ●yme have trod. O fondling, wilful, wanton boy, do not dissolve the frame Of heaven, sith Ioue with sacred hand hath hallowed the frame. Who rowed with valiant oares tough●, that were for Argo made, Hath pulled naked Pelion mount of thick compacted shade. Who entered hath the fleering rocks and searched o●t the toil And tiring travels of the s●as● and hath on salvage soil knit fast his stretched cable rope, and going fourth to land. To cloyn away the foreign gold with greedy snatching hard. Unto the seas (because that he transgress their lawes divine) By this unlucky end of his he pays his forfeit fine. The troubled seas of their unresty for vengeance howl and weep. Sir Typhis who did conquer fyrste the danger of the deeps, Hath yielded up the connynge rule of his vnwyldye st●rne, To such a guide, as for that use hath need as yet to learn. who giving up his gohste aloof ●●om at his native land, In foreign ●ore lies buried vyl● with dirty sods in sand. He sits among the flyttring souls that strangers to him wear. And Aulis Isle that in her mind her master's loss doth bear, Held in the shyppes, to stand and whyle
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NO fyers force, nor rumbyng cage of boysteous blustryng wynde, No darte shot whyling in the skyes such terrour to the mynde Can dryue, as when the reull wyfe dothe boyle in burnynge hate, Depryued of her sposall bed, and comforte of her mate, Nor where the stormye southerne winde wyth dankysh dabbye face, Of horye wynter sendeth out the gusshyng shooores apace. where veighment Isters waumbling stream comes walterynge downe amayn, Forbyddyng both the bankes to mee, and canno ofte contayne Hym selfe wthin hys channels scoue, but further breakes hys waye, Nor Rodanus whoe russhyng streame dothe launche into the sea, Or when amydde the floured sprynge wyth hotter burnynge sonne, The wynters snowes disolued with heate downe to the ryuers ronne: The clottred toppe of Haemus hill to water thynne dothe turne, Such desperate gogyn flame is wrathe that inwardly doth burne, And modest rule regardeth not, nor brydels can abyde, Nor dreading death, doth wysh on dite of naked blade to slyde. O Gods be gracyous vnto vs, for pardon we do craue, That hym who tamde the scuffling waues, vouchsafe ye wolde to saue. But Neptune yet the Lorde of Sas wyth frownyng face wyll lower, That ouer hys second scepter men to tryumphe haue the power. The boy that rashlye durste attmpt that great vweldye charge Of Phaebus euerlastynge carte, and ouyng out at large, Not bearyng in hys recklesse breste hys fathers warnynges wyse Was burned wyth the flames whych he dyd scatter in the skyes. None knew the costlye glymsyng glades, where stragglynge Phaeton rode, Passe not the path, where people safe In formar yme haue trode. O fondynge, wylfull, wanton boye, do not dyssolue the frame Of heauen, syth Ioue with sacred hande hath halowed the rame. Who rowde wyth valyante oaes tough, that were for Argo made, Hath powled naed Pelon mounte of thycke compacted shade. Who entered hathe the flerynge rockes and srched ot the tyle And tyrynge trauels of the sas and hath on saluage soyle nyt fast hys stretched cable rope, and goinge fourthe to lande. To cloyn awaye th foren golde with gredye snatchyng hade. Vnto the seas (because that he transgres theyr lwes deuyne) By thys vnluckye ende of hys he payes hys forfeyte fyne. The troubled seas of teyr vnrest for vengeaunce howle and wepe. Syr Typhis who dyd conquer fyrst the daungr of the deep, Hath yeilded vp the conynge rule of hys vnwldye strne, To such a guyde, as for that vse hath nede as yet to lerne. who gyuyng vp hys gohste aloofe om at hys natyue lande, In forreyn ore lyes buryed vyl wyth durtye soddes in sande. He syts amonge the flyttrynge soules that straungers to hym weare. And Aulis Isle that in her mynde her masters losse dothe beare, Helde in the shppes, to stand and wyl