Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 520 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Retiring fast into the East back up the day to twine? O Father Phoebe to me, to me, thy Chariot reins resign, That I advanced up, about the marble skies may ride, Bequeath thy bridle unto me, and give me grace to guide Thy yoked prancing team, with jerking lash of burning whip, That with thy fervent fiery beams on purple pole do skip. Let Corinth country burnt to dust by force of flame and fire give place, that both the jumbled seas may join: whom to retire It doth compel, and dasheth of from bank on either side, lest meet in one their channels might, whose streams he doth divide, No way to work their deadly woe I have but this at hand, That to the wedding I should bear a ruthful bridal brand, Annoying Creon's careless Court: when finished I have Such solemn service, as that right of sacrifice doth crave, Then at the Altars of the Gods my children shallbe slain, With crimson coloured blood of Babes their Altars will I stain. Through Livers, Lungs, the Lights & Heart, through every gut, & gall, For vengeance break away perforce, and spare no blood at all: If any lusty life as yet within thy soul do rest, It ought of ancient courage still do dwell within my breast, Exite all foolish Female fear, and pity from thy mind, And as th'untamed Tigers use to rage and rave unkind, That haunt the croaking cumbrous Caves, and clumpered frozen cliffs, And craggy Rocks of Caucasus, whose bitter cold deprives The soil of all Inhabitors, permit to lodge and rest, Such savage brutish tyranny within thy brazen breast. whatever hurly-burly wrought doth Phasis understand, What mighty monstrous bloody feat I wrought by Sea or Land: The like in Corinth shallbe seen in most outrageous guise, Most hideous, hateful, horrible, to hear, or see with eyes, Most devilish, desperate, dreadful deed, yet never known before, Whose rage shall force heaven, earth, and hell to quake and tremble sore, My burning breast that rolls in wrath, and doth in rancour boil, Sore thirsteth after blood, and wounds with slaughter, death, & spoil, By renting racked limbs from limbs to drive them down to grave: Tush, these be but as fleabitings, that mentioned I have: As weighty things as these I did in greener girlish age, Now sorrows smart doth rub the gall and frets with sharper rage. But sith my womb hath yielded fruit, it doth me well behove, The strength and perilous puissance of weightier ills to prove. Be ready wrath, with all thy might that fury kindle may, Thy foes to their destruction be ready to assay: Of thy divorcement let the Price to match, and counterpoise The proud & precious princely pomp of these new wedding days. How wilt thou from thy spouse depart? as him thou followed hast In blood to bathe thy bloody hands and traitorous lives to waste. Break of in time these long delays, abandon now again, This lewd alliance, got by guilt, with greater guilt refrain, WHo hath not wist that windy words be vain,
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Retyring faſt into the Eaſt backe vp the day to twyne? O Father Phoebe to me, to me, thy Chariot reynes reſigne, That I aduaunced vp, about the marble ſkyes may ryde, Bequearh thy brydle vnto mee, and giue me grace to guide Thy yoked prauncing teame, with yerking laſſhe of burning whip, That with thy feruent fyry beames on purple poale doe ſkip. Let Corynth countrey burnt to duſt by force of flame and fyre Gyue place, that both the iumbled ſeas may ioyne: whom to retyre It doth compell, and daſſheth of from banke on eyther ſyde, Leaſt meete in one their chanels might, whoſe ſtreames hee doth deuide, No way to worke theyr deadly woe I haue but this at hande, That to the wedding I ſhould beare a ruthſull brydall brande, Anoying Creons careleſſe Court: when finiſhed I haue Such ſolemne ſeruice, as that ryght of ſacrafice doth craue, Then at the Aulters of the Gods my chyldren ſhalbe ſlayne, With crimſen colourde bloud of Babes their Aulters will I ſtayne. Through Lyners, Lungs, the Lights & Heart, through euery gut, & gal, For vengeaunce breake away perforce, and ſpare no bloude at all: If any luſty lyfe as yet within thy ſoule doe reſt, It ought of auncient corage ſtill doe dwell within my breſt, Exite all foolyſh Female feare, and pity from thy mynde, And as th'untamed Tygers vſe to rage and raue vnkynde, That haunt the croking combrous Caues, and clumpred froſen cliues, And craggy Rockes of Caucaſus, whoſe bitter colde depryues The ſoyle of all Inhabitours, permit to lodge and reſt, Such ſaluage brutiſh tyranny within thy braſen breſt. What euer hurly burly wrought doth Phaſis vnderſtand, What mighty monſtrous bloudy feate I wrought by Sea or Land: The like in Corynth ſhalbe ſeene in moſt outragious guife, Moſt hyddious, hatefull, horrible, to heare, or ſee wyth eyes, Moſt diueliſh, deſperate, dreadfull deede, yet neuer knowne before, Whoſe rage ſhall force heauen, earth, and hell to quake and tremble ſore, My burning breaſt that rowles in wrath, and doth in rancour boyle, Sore thryſteth after bloud, and wounds with ſlaughter, death, & ſpoyle, By renting racked lyms from lyms to driue them downe to graue: Tuſh, theſe be but as Fleabytings, that mentioned I haue: As weyghty things as theſe I did in greener girliſhe age, Now ſorrowes ſmart doth rub the gall and frets with ſharper rage. But ſith my wombe hath yeelded fruict, it doth mee well behoue, The ſtrength and parlous puiſſaunce of weightier illes to prous. Be ready wrath, with all thy might that fury kindle may, Thy foes to their deſtruction bee ready to aſſay: Of thy deuorſement let the Pryce to match, and counterpayſe The proude & precious pryncely pomp of theſe new wedding dayes. How wilt thou from thy ſpouſe depart? as him thou followed haſt In bloud to bath thy bloudy handes and traytrous lyues to waſt. Breake of in time theſe long delayes, abanden now agayne, This lewd alliaunce, got by guilt, with greater guilt refrayne, WHo hath not wiſt that windy words be vayne,