Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.69 · 469 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Let Fortune fight against my case as list her elvish will, Yet never shall it grieve my heart, repent my deed I nill, That I should for so many kings their reling honour save, The guerdon due that I for this my crime commit must have, It lieth Creon in thy hand, if thus it liketh thee, Condemn my guilty ghost lo death, but render first to me, My fault that forced me offend, than Creon grant I this, Receiving Iason (cause of crime) I guilty did amiss. Thou know'st that I was such an one when cowering low I lay, Before thy feet in humble wise and did entreating pray, Thy gracious goodness me to grant some succour at thy hand. For me a wretch and wretched Babes I ask within this land Some cottage base, in outcast hole, some couching corner vile, If from the town thou drive us out to wander in exile, The some by place aloof within this realm let us obtain. How I am none that tyrant like with churlish Sceptre reign, Nor proudly or disdainfully, with haughty courage high, With vaunting foot do stamp them down that undertrodden lie, And daunted are in careful bale, this plainly doth disclose, In that to me of late I such a son in law have chose, Who was a wandering pilgrim poor, with sore afflictions freight, Dismayed with terror of his foe, that lay for him in weight. Because Acastus having got the crown of Thessail land, Requireth in thy guilty blood to bathe his wreakful hand. He doth bewail that good old man his feeble father slain, Whom weight of years with bowing back to stoop allow constrain The godly minded sisters, all yblind with misty vale And cloaking colour of thy craft durst vent'rously assail. That mount of mischief marvelous, to mangle hew, and cut Their Fathers dear unjointed limbs in boiling cauldron put. But for thy open guiltiness if thou can purge the same, straight Iason can discharge himself from blot of guilty blame. His gentle hands were never stained with gore of any blood. Aloof from your conspiracy refraining far he stood. His harmless hands put not in ure with gory tools to mell. But thou that setst on fire first these mighty mischiefs fell, Whom shameless woman's wily brain and manly stomach stout Do set a God, for to attempt to bring all ills about. And no regard at all thou hast, how sounding trump of fame With ringing blast of good or ill do blow abroad thy name: Get out and cleanse my filed realm, away together bear Thine herbs unmild of sorcery, my liege's rid fro fear. Transport thee to some other land, whereas thou may at ease With odious noise of devilish charm, the troubled God's disease.
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Position
nodes 410–453 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 30 in this edition
Length
469 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T19 — Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractionsreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.695 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Let Fortune fight agaynſt my caſe as liſt her eluiſh will, Yet neuer ſhall it grieue my heart, repent my deede I nill, That I ſhould for ſo many kings their reling honour ſaue, The guerden due that I for this my crime commit muſt haue, It lyeth Crecon in thy hande, if thus it lyketh thee, Condemne my guilty ghoſt lo death, but render fyrſt to mee, My fault that forced me offend, then Creon graunt I this, Receauing Iaſon (cauſe of cryme) I guilty did amiſſe. Thou knowſt that I was ſuch an one when couring low I lay, Before thy feete in humble wiſe and did entreating pray, Thy gracious goodnes mee to graunt ſome ſuccour at thy hande. For me a wreatch and wreatched Babes I aſke within this lande Some cotage baſe, in outcaſt hole, ſome couching corner vile, If from the towne thou driue vs out to wander in exile, The ſome by place aloofe within this realme let vs obtare. How I am none that tyrant like with churliſh Scepter raygne, Nor proudly or diſdaynfully, with hawty corage hie, With vaūting foote doe ſtamp them downe that vndertroden lye, And daunted are in carefull bale, thys playnly doth diſcloſe, In that to mee of late I ſuch a ſonne in lawe haue choſe, Who was a wandring pilgrim poore, with ſore afflictions fraight, Diſmayde with terrour of his foe, that lay for him in wayght. Becauſe Acaſtus hauing got the crowne of Theſſail lande, Requyreth in thy guilty bloude to bath his wreackfull hande. He doth bewayle that good olde man his feeble father ſlayne, Whom waight of yeres with bowing back to ſtoupe alow conſtrayne The godly mynded ſyſters, all yblinde with miſty vale And cloking colour of thy craft durſt ventruſly aſſayle. That mount of myſchiefe marueylous, to mangle heaw, and cut▪ Theyr Fathers dere vnioynted limmes in boyling Caldron put. But for thy open guiltineſſe if thou can purge the ſame, Strayght Iaſon can diſcharge him ſelfe from blot of guilty blame. His gentle handes were neuer ſtaynde with goare of any bloude. Aloofe from your conſpyracie refrayning farre hee ſtoode. His harmeleſſe handes put not in vre with goary tooles to mell. But thou that ſetſt on fyre fyrſt theſe mighty miſchiefes fell, Whom ſhameleſſe womans wily braine and manly ſtomack ſtout Doe ſet a God, for to attempt to bring all ils about. And no regarde at all thou haſt, how ſounding trumpe of fame With ringing blaſt of good or ill doe blowe abrode thy name: Get out and clenſe my fyled realme, away together beare Thyne hearbes vnilde of ſorcery, my Lyeges ryd fro feare. Tranſporte thee to ſome other lande, whereas thou may at eaſe With odious noyſe of diueliſh charme, the troubled Gods diſeaſe.