Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.70 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
in croaking narrow nook: That Orpheus Cal●●iops son who stayed the running brooke, while he records on heavenly Harpe with twangling finger ●yne, The wynde ●ay● down his pipling 〈◊〉 his harmony diuine Procured the woods to stir th●m selves, and trees in eraynes along Cam forth, with birds that held their lays and lystned to his song. with limbs on sunder rend in feylde of Thrace he lieth ded. Up to the top of Heber flood eke haled was his head. Gone down he is to Stygian dams. which seen he had before, And Tartar boiling pits, from whence ret●rne he shall no more. Alcides banging bat did bring the Northern lads to ground. To Achelo of sundry shapes he gave his mortal wound. Yet after he could purchase piece both unto sea and lande` And after Ditis' dungeon black rend open by his hand, He living spread himself along● on burning Outas hill: His members in his proper flame the wretch did thr●ste to spill: His blood he brewed with Nestor's blood, and lost his loathsome life By traytrus gift that poisoned shirt received of his wy●e. with tusk of brystled groining bore Anceus' limbs were torn. O Meleager (wicked wight) to grave by thee ●ere born Thy mother's brethren twain, and she, for it with ruthful hand H●th wrought thy doleful destiny to burn thy fatal brand. The rash attempting Argonantes deserved all the death That Hylas whom Alcides lost be●eft of fading breach. That springal which in sousing 〈◊〉 of waters drowned was: Go now ye lusty bloods, the seas: with doubtful lot to pass. Though Idmon had the calking skill of destinies before, The Serpent made him l●ue his lyf● in tomb of Libya shore. And Mopsus that to other men could well their fates escry, Yet only did deceive himself uncertain where to die, And he that could the secret hap of things to come unfold, Yet died not in his country Thebes. Dame Thetis husband old Did wander like an outlawed man. Our Palimedes' sire Did headlong wholme himself in seas, who at the Greeks retire From Troy, to rush on rocks did them allure wy●h wily lyght. Stout Ajax O●lens did sustayne the dint of thunder bright, And cruel storm of surging seas, to quite the haynus guilt, That by his country was commit, in seas he lieth spylte. A leeste to redeem her husbands Phereus' life from death The godly wife upon her spouse bestowed her panting breath. Proude Pelias that wretche hym slf who bade them first assay The golden Fleece that booty brave by ship to fetche away, Parboiled in glowing cauldron 〈◊〉 with fervent heatche fries, And fleeting pecemeale up and dou●● in water thine he lies. Enough, enough, revenged are o Gods the wrongs of seas, Be good to Iason, doing that he did, his came to please.
seed 43: T17 · seed 44: T19 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
in crokyng narrow nooke: That Orpheus Caliops sonne who styd the runnynge book, whyle he recordes on heanly Harp wyth twancklynge fynger yne, The wyne ay downe his pipling his harmonye diuin Procurde the woods to styr thm selues, and trees in eraynes alonge Cam furth, with byrds that held their laies and lystned to hys songe. wyth lyms on sunder rent in felde of Thrace he lyeth ded. Vp to the top of Heber flood eke hald was hys hed. Gone downe he is to Stygian dames. whych seene he had before, And Tartar boylyng pyttes, from whenc retrne he shall no more. Alcydes bangyng bat dyd brynge the Northerne laddes to grounde. To Achelo of sundry shapes he gaue hys mortall wounde. Yet after he could purchase peece both vnto sea and lande` And after Ditis dungeon black rent open by hys hand, He lyuyng spred hym selfe along on burnynge Otas hyll: Hys members in hys propr flame the wretche dyd thrste to spyll: Hys blood he brewd wyth Nestors blood, and lost hys lothsome lyfe By traytrus gyfte that poysoned shyrte receaued of hys wye. wyth tuske of brystld groyyng bore Anceus lyms were torne. O Melager (wycked wyght) to graue by thee ere borne Thy mothers brethren twayne, and she, for it wyth ruthfull hande Hth wrought thy dolefull destenye to burne thy fatall brande. The rash attemptyng Argonantes deserued all the death That Hylas whom Alcides loste beeft of fadyng brah. That springall whych in sowsyng of watrs drowned was: Go now ye lustye bloods, the seas: with doubtfull lot to passe. Though Idmon had the calking skyll of destenyes before, The Sepent made hym lue hys lyf in tombe of Liby shoore. And Mopsus that to other men could well theyr fates scrye, Yet onely dyd deceyue hym selfe vncertayne wheare to dye, And he that could the secret hap of thynges to come vnfoulde, Yet dyed not in hys cuntrey Thebes. Dame Thetis husband oulde Dyd wander lyke an outlawde man. Our Palimedes syre Dyd hedlonge wholme hym selfe in seas, who at the Greks retyre From Troy, to rushe on rocks did them alure wyh wylye lght. Stoute Aiax Olens dyd sustayn the dynt of thunder bryghte, And cruell storme of surgyng seas, to quite the haynus gylte, That by hys cuntrey was commit, in seas he lyeth spylte. A leeste to redeme her husbandes Phereus lyfe from death The godlye wyfe vppon her spouse bestowed her pantyng breath. Proude Pelias that wretche hym slf who bad them fyrste assaye The golden Fleece that botye braue by shyp to feche awaye, Perboylde in glowyng cauldro wyth feruent heatche fryes, And fletynge pecmeale vp and dou in atr thyn he lyes. Ynoughe, ynoughe, reuenged are o Goddes the wronges of seas, Be good to Iason, doing that he dyd, hys came to please.