Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.80 · 549 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
O Flittering flocks of grisly ghosts that sit in silent seat O ougsum bugs o gobblyns grim of hell I you entreat: O lowering Chaos dungeon blind, and dreadful darkened pit, Where Ditis muffled up in clouds of blackest shades doth sit, O wretched woeful wawling souls your ayed I do implore, That linked lie with gingling chains on wailing Limbo shore, O mowsye den where death doth couch his ghastly carrayn face: Release your pangs o spryghtes, & to this wedding high apace. 'Cause ye the snaggye wheel to pause that rents the carcase bound, Permit Ixion's racked limbs to rest upon the ground: Let hungry bitten Tantalus with gaunt and pined pancho Soup up Pirene's gulped stream his swelling thirst to stawnche. Let burning Creon bide the brunt and girds of greater pain, Let poise of slypperye sliding stone type over back again His moiling father Sisyphus, amongs the craggy rocks. Ye daughters dire of Danaus Whom pierced pitchers morkes So oft with labour lost in vain this day doth long for you That in your life with bloody blade at once your husband slew. And thou whose airs I honoured have o torch and lamp of night, Approach o lady my with most deformed visage dight: O three fold shapen dame that knit'st more threatening brows then on, according to the country guise with dangling locks undone And naked foot, the secret grove about I hallowed have, From dusky dry unmoystye clouds the showers of rain I crave. Through me the chinked gaping ground the soaked seas hath drunk, And mayner stream of thocian flood beneath the earth is sunk, that swelteth out through hollow gulf with stronger gushing rage. Then were his suddy wambling waves whose power it doth assuage the heavens which wrong disturbed course and out of order quite, The darkened son, & glimmering stars at once hath showed their light, and drenched Charles his straggling wain hath ducte in dashing wave, The framed course of roaming time racte out of frame I have. So my enchantments have it wrought that when the flaming son In summer bakes the parched soil then hath the twigs begun, with sprouting blossom fresh to bloom ' and hasty winter corn Hath out of harvest seen the fruit to barns on suddeyn borne. Into a shallow ford his stir dystreame hath Phasis waste And Ister's channel being in so many branches cast, Abated hath his wrackful waves, on every silent shore He lieth calm: The jumbled floods with th●ndryng noise did roar, When couched close the winds were not moving pipp●ing soft, With working wave the prancing seas have swollen & leapt aloft, Whereas the wood in alder time with thick and branched bow did spread his shade on gladsome soil no shade remaineth now. I rolling up the magic verse at noon time Phaebus stay, Amid the darkened sky, when fled was light of drowsy day Eke at my charm the watery flocks of H●yads went to glade. Time is it Phaeba to respect the service to thee made: To thee with cruel bloody hands thes garlands green were twinned Which with his folding circles nine the serpent rough did bind. Have here Tipho●as flesh, that doth In Aetna's furnace groan, That shake with battery violent
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O Flittring flocks of grislie gostes that syt in sylent seat O ougsum buggs o gobblyns grym of hell I you intreat: O lowryng Chaos dungeon blynd, and dredfull darkned pytt, Whear Ditis muffled vp in clowdes of blackest shades doth sytt, O wretched wofull wawlyng soules your ayed I do implore, That linked lie with ginglyng chaines on waylyng Limbo shore, O mosye den where deth doth couche his gastly carrayn face: Releas your panges o spryghtes, & to this weddyng hye apace. Cause ye the snaggye whele to pawse that rentes the carkas bound, Permitt Ixions racked lymmes to rest vpon the ground: Let hungry bytten Tantalus wyth gawnt and pyned panch Soupe vp Pirenes gulped streame his swellyng thyrst to stawnche. Let burnyng Creon byde the brunt and gyrdes of greater payne, Let payse of slypperye slydyng stone type ouer backe agayne His moylynge father Sisyphus, amonges the craggye rockes. Ye doughters dyre of Danaus Whom perced pychers morkes So oft wyth labour lost in vayne this day doth long for you That in your lyfe wyth bloodye blade at once your husband slewe. And thou whose aares I honored haue o torche and lampe of nyght, Approche o ladye myne wyth most deformed vysage dyght: O thre folde shapen dame that knitst more threatnyng browes then on, Accodyng to the contrey guyse wyth daglyng lockes vndon And naked fote, the secrete groue about I halowed haue, From duskye drye vnmoystye cloudes the showers of rayne I craue. Through me ye chinked gaping ground the soked seas hath drunk, And mayner streame of thocian flood beneth the erthe is sunke, that swelteth out through holow gulph with stronger gushyng rage. Thē were his suddy wamblyng waues whose power it doth asswage the heauens wt wrong disturbed course and out of order quyte, The darkned sonne, & glīmering stars at once hath shewed theyr lyght, and drēched Charles his stragling waine hath ducte in dasshyng waue, The framed cours of roamyng time racte out of frame I haue. So my enchaūtments haue it wrough that when the flamyng sonne In sōmer bakes the parched soyle then hath the twygges begonne, with sprowting blossom fresh to blome' and hastye wynter corne Hath out of haruest sene the fruyte to barnes on suddeyn borne. Into a shallowe foorde hys sture dystreame hath Phasis wast And Isters channell beynge in so manye braunches cast, Abated hath hys wrackfull waues, on euerye sylent shore He lyeth calme: The iumbled flooddes wyth thndryng noyse dyd rore, When couched close the wyndes were not mouing pipping softe, With workyng waue the prauncynge seas haue swolne & leapt aloft, Wheras the wood in alder tyme wyth thyck and braunched bowe dyd spred hys shade on gladsome soyle no shade remayneth nowe. I rollynge vp the magicke verse at noone tyme Phaebu staye, Amyd the darkened skye, when fled was lyght of drowsye daye Eke at my charme the watry flockes of Hyads went to glade. Tyme is it Phaeba to respecte the seruyce to thee made: To thee with cruell blooddye handes thes garlandes grene were twind Whych with hys foldyng circles nine the serpent rowgh dyd bynd. Haue here Tiphoas fleshe, that dothe In Etnas furnace grone, That shake with batterye vyolent