Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 527 words
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can I find in my heart To shun this land? if hence I had first fallen away by flight, I would have traveled back again, to gaze at such a sight. To stand and see this wedding new why stayest thou doting mind? Apply, apply, thy sore attempt, that good success doth find. What great exploit is this, that thou of vengeance dost enjoy? Still art thou blinded witless wench with vale of Venus' boy? Is this suffisance for thy grief? is root of rancour dead, If Iason lead a single life in solitary bed? Some nettling, thorny, stinging plagues unpractysed devise: Prepare thyself in readiness and fall to on this wise: Let all be fish that comes to net, have no respect of right, From mind on mischief fixed fast let shame be banished quit: The vengeance they received at my little children's hand, Is nothing worth: in earnest ire ententyve must thou stand. When heat of wrath begins to cool cheer up thyself again: Raise up those touches old that wont were in the to reign, That buried deep in breast do lie: and as for all the same That yet is wrought. of godliness let it usurp the names Do this & I shall teach them learn, what trifling cast it was, And common practised flymflam tryck that erst I brought to pass. By this my raging malady a preamble hath made, To show what howgier heaps of harms shall shortly them invade What durst my rude unskilful hand assay that was of weight? What could the malice of a girl invent her foes to bait? Still conversant with wicked feats Medea am I made. My blunt and dulled brains hath so been beat about this trade: O so I joy, I joy, that I smote of my brother's head, And slashed his members of●eak that from parents ●and I fled: And filched have the privy fleece lo Mars that sacred was. It glads my heart that I to bring old Pelias death to pass. Have set his douggters all on work, O grief pick out away Not any guilt thou shalt with unacqueinted hand assay Against whom wrath intendest thou to bend thine Ireful might? Or with what weapon dost thou mean thy traitorous foes to smite? I know not what my wrathful mind consulted hath within And to bewray it to himself, I dare not yet begin. O rash and unadvised fool, I make to hasty speed: O that my foe had gotten of his harlot's body seed: But what so ever thou by him enjoyest, suppose the same To be Creusa's babes of them let her evioy the name. This vengeance this doth like me well good reason is their why The last attempt of ills, thou must with stomach stout apply. Alas ye little silly fools that erst my children were, The plaguing price of father's fault submit yourselves to bear O, horror huge with sudden stroke my heart doth overcome with icy dulling cold congealed my members all benumb. My shivering limbs appalled sore for ghastly fear do quake, And banished rage of malice hot begins itself to flake:
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¶can I fynd in my hart To shun this land? if hence I had fyrst falne awaye by flyght, I would haue traueled back agayne, to gase at suche a syght. To stand and se this weddynge new why stayest thou dotyng mynd? Apply, applye, thy sore attempt, that good sucesse doth fynd. What great exployt is this, that thou of vengeance dost enioy? Styll art thou blynded witlesse wench with vale of Venus boy? Is this suffisaunce for thy grefe? is roote of rancour ded, If Iason lead a syngle life in solytary bed? Som netling, thornie, stinging plages vnpractysed deuyse: Prepare thy selfe in redynes and fal to on this wyse: Let all be fyshe that commes to net, haue no respect of ryght, From mynde on myschefe fixed fast let shame be banysht quyt: The vengeaunce they receaued at my lytle chyldrens hande, Is nothyng worth: in ernest ire ententyue must thou stand. When heat of wrath beginnes to coole cheare vp thy selfe agayn: Rayse vp those touches old that wonted were in the to raygne, That buryed depe in brest do lye: and as for all the same That yet is wrought. of godlynsse let it vsurpe the name Do this & I shall teache them learne, what tryflyng cast it was, And common practised flymflam tryck that erst I brought to passe. By thys my ragyng maladye a preamble hath made, To shew what howgier heapes of harmes shall shortlye them inuade What durst my rude vnskillfull hand assaye that was of wayght? What could the mallyce of a gyrle inuent her foes to bayte? Styll conuersant with wicked feates Medea am I made. My blunt and dulled braynes hath so ben beat about this trade: O so I ioy, I ioy, that I smot of my brothers hed, And slasht his members ofeak that from parents and I fled: And filched haue the priuy fleece lo Mars that sacred was. It glads my hart that I to bring ould Pelias death to passe. Haue set his douggters all on worke, O griefe picke out awaye Not any guilt thou shalt with vnacqueinted hand assaie Against whom wrath entendest thou to bend thyne Irefull might? Or with what weapon dost thou mean thy traiterous foes to smite? I know not what my wrathfull minde consulted hath within And to bewraie it to him selfe, I dare not yet begin. O rash and vnaduised foole, I make to hastie spede: O that my foe had gotten of his harlots bodie seede: But what so euer thou by him enioyest, suppose the same To be Creusas babes of them let her euioy the name. This vengeaūce this doth lyke me wel good reason is their why The last attempt of yls, thou must with stomacke stout applie. Alas ye lytell selie fooles that erst my children were, The plaging price of fathers fault submyt your selues to beare O, horrour huge with sodayne stroke my hart doth ouercom with ysie dullynge colde conieald my members all benum. My shiueryng lims appauled sore for gastly feare do quake, Ad banisht rage of malice hot begins it selfe to flake: