Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.82 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
WHat ●●arpe assaults of cruel Cupydes' flame With giddy heed thus tosseth to and fro, This bedlam wight, and devilish desperate dame what roving rage b●e pricks to work this woe? Rough rancours bile conceales h●r trosen face, Her haughty breast bombasted is with pride, She shakes her head, she stalks with stately pace, She threats our king more than doth he betide. who would her dame to be a banished wight, whose scarlet cheeks do glow with rosy red? In fainting face with pale and wannye white The sanguyne hue exiled thence is f●ed. H●r changing looks no colour lo●g● can hold, Her s●iftyng● feet still travasse to ●nd ●●oe. Even as the fierce and t●●●nyng Tyger old● That dot● unware his sucking whe●●es forgo, Doth ramp, and rage, most eager f●ce and ●ood, Among the shrubs and bushes t●at do ●●owe On Ganges strand that goldensanded ●lood, whose silver stream through India doth flow●. Eu●n s● Medea sometime wants her wyttes To rule the rage of her unbridled ●●e, Now Venus' son wyt●●usye froward fits, Now wrath and l●u●, enkindle both the fire. what shall she do? when will this heinous wight with fo●worde fo●e be packing hence away, From Greace? to ea●e our realm of terror quyght, And princes twaine whom she so sore doth fray: Now phoebus' lodge thy Chariot in the waste, Let neither rains nor bridle stay thy race, L●t groveling light with dulce at night oppressed In cloaking clouds wrapped up his muffled fac●, Let Hesperus the la●desman of the night, In western flood drench deep the day so bright. ALl things are topsy turuy turned, and wasted clean to nought To passing great calamytye our kingdom state is brought The sire and daughter burnt to dust in blendred cinders lie. what train ha●h them entrapped? such as are made for kings to die, False tra●trusse gifts. what privy guile could wrapped be in those? And I do marvel at this thing and scant I can suppose that such a mischief might be wrought by any such device Report how this destruction and ruin should arise The fyzzinge ●lame most egerlye doth scour with sweping sway Each corner of the princes court, as though it should obey Commanded thereunto so f●at on flower the palace falls: We are in dread least further it will take the townysh walls. Cast quenching water on it then to slake the greedy ●lame. And this that seemeth very strange do happen in the same, The water feeds the fire fast, the more that we do toil It to suppress, with hotter rage the heat begyngs to boil: Those things that we have gotten for our help it doth enjoy. Medea thou that dost so sore king Pelops land annoy, Twine hence in haste thy forward foot, at all assays depart To any other kind of coast.
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WHat arpe assaultes of crull Cupydes flam Wyth gyddie hede thus tosseth to and froe, Thys bedlem wyght, and dyuelysh desret dame what rouyng rage be pryckes to worke thys woe? Rough rancours byle coneales hr trosen face, Her hawtie brest bumbasted is wyth pryde, She shakes her head, she stalkes wyth statelye pace, She threates our kyng more then doth hee betyde. who wolde her deme to be a banysht wyght, whose skalet cheekes do glowe wyth rosye red? In fayntyng face wyth pale and wannye whyght The saguy hew exyled thence is fed. Hr chaungyng loks no colour log can holde, Her siftyng fete styll trauasse to nd oe. Euen as the farce and tnyng Tge old That dot vnware hys suckyng whees fogoe, Doth rampe, and rage, most eger fce and ood, Amonge the shrubbs and bushes tat do owe On Ganges stonde that goldensanded lood, whose syluer strame through India doth flow. Eun s Mdea somtyme wantes her wytts To rule the rage of her vnbrydeled e, Now Venus sonne wyt usye frowad fyts, Now wrath and lu, enkyndle both the fyre. what shal she do? when wyll thys heynous wyght wyth foworde foe be packyng hence awaye, From Grec? to eae our realme of terour quyght, And prynces twai whom she so sore doth fraye: Now haebus lodge thy Charyot in the wste, Let nether raines nor brydle staye thy race, Lt groueing lygt wyth dule at nyght oppreste In clokyng clouds wrapt vp hys muffled fac, Let Hsperus the ladesman of the nyght, In westerne flood drenche depe the daye so bryght. ALl thynges are opsy turuy turnd, and wasted cleane to nought To passynge great calamyye our kyngdome state is brought The syer and doughter burnte to duste in blendred cynders lye. what train hah thē entrapt? ¶such as are made for kyngs to dye, False tratrusse gifts. ¶what priuy guile could wrapped be in those? ¶And I do meruayle at thys thynge and skante I can suppose that such a mischeife might be wrought by any such deuyce ¶Reporte how thys dystruction and ruine should aryse ¶The fyzzinge lame most egerlye dath scoure wyth swepynge swaye Eache corner of the prynces courte, as though it should obaye Commaunded therunto so fat on flowre the pallayce falles: We are in dread least further it wyll take the townysh walles. ¶Cast quenchyng water on it then to slake the gredye lame. ¶And thys that semeth very straunge doe happen in the same, The water fedes the fyer faste, the more that we do toyle It to suppresse, wyth hotter rage the heate begyngs to boyle: Those thinges that we haue gotten for our helpe it dothe enioye. ¶Medea thou that doest so sore kyng Pelops lande anoye, Twine hence in hast thy forward foot, at all assayes depart To anye other kynde of coast.