Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 479 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.
If needs thou wilt have me avoid my ship to me restore, Or else my mate with whom I first arrived on this shore: Why dost thou bid that by myself I only should be gone? I came not hither at first without my company alone. If this do thee aggrieve, that brunt of wars thou shalt sustain, Command us both the cause thereof to shun thy realm again: Sith both are guilty of one art, why dost thou part us twain? For Iasons sake not for mine own, poor Pelias was slain. Annex unto my traitorous flight the conquered booty brave, My hoary headed natural sire, whom I forsaken have, With brother's bloody flesh that mangled was with carving knife, Or aught of Iasons forged lies he gabs unto his wife. These dreary deeds are none of mine, so oft as I offend, Not for mine own commodity, to come thereby in th'end. Time is expired, by which thou aught to have been gone away, With keeping such a chat, why dost thou make so long delay? Yet of thy bounty ere I go, this one boon will I crave. Although the mother banished, so sore offended have, Let not the vengeance of my fault through wrathful deadly hate, Mine innocent and guiltless Babes torment in wretched state. Away: with loving friendly gripe thy children I embrace, And as a father natural take pity on their case. even for the prosperous good increase of fertile spousal bed, Of Glauce bright thy Daughter dear, whom Iason late hath wed. And by the hope of fruitful seed, whose flower in time shall bloom. By th'honour of thy glistering crown, ythralled to fortune's doom, Which she so full of chop and change, with ticle turning wheel Whirls up and down, in staggering state makes to and fro to reel. I thee beseech, sith to exile I am departing now O Creon but a little pause for mercy me allow, While of my mourning brats with kiss, my last farewell I take. While gasp of failing breath perhaps my shivering limbs forsake. With craft intending some deceit thou cravest this delay. What falsehood for so little time be cause of terror may? No tot of time is short enough displeasure to prevent. Can not one iot to weeping Eyes, and trilling tears be lent? Although against thy earnest suit unlucky dread do strive, One day to settle thee away, content I am to give. This is to much, and of the same somewhat abridge ye may. Make speed apace if from our land thou get thee not away, Ere Phoebus horse with golden gleed their streaming beams do shed, Of dawning lamp, thou art condemned to lose thy wretched head. The holy day, and bridal both do call me hence away: And wills me at the sacred altar of Hymeneus to pray.
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If needes thou wylt haue me auoyde my ſhyp to mee teſtore, Or els my mate with whom I fyrſt aryued on this ſhore: Why doſt thou bid that by my ſele I onely ſhould be gone? I came not heather at fyrſt wythout my company alone. If this do thee aggryeſe, that brunt of warres thou ſhalt ſuſtayne, Commaund vs both the cauſe thereof to ſhun thy realme agayne: Sith both are guilty of one art, why doſt thou part vs twayne? For Iaſons ſake not for myne owne, poore Pelias was ſlayne. Annex vnto my traytrous flight the conquerde booty braue, My hoary headded naturall ſier, whom I forſaken haue, With brothers bloudy fleſh that mangled was with caruing knife, Or ought of Iaſons forged lies he gabbes vnto his wyfe. Theſe dreary deedes are none of myne, ſo oft as I offend, Not for myne owne cōmodity, to come thereby in thende. Time is expierd, by which thou ought to haue bene gone away, Wyth keeping ſuch a chat, why doſt thou make ſo long delay? Yet of thy bounty ere I goe, this one boone will I craue. Although the mother baniſhed, ſo ſore offended haue, Let not the vengeaunce of my fault through wrathfull deadly hate, Myne innocent and guiltleſſe Babes torment in wreached ſtate. Away: with louing friendly grype thy children I embrace, And as a father naturall take pity on theyr caſe. Euen for the proſperous good encreace of fertill ſpouſall bed, Of Glauce bright thy Daughter deare, whom Iaſon late hath wed. And by the hope of fruictfull ſeede, whoſe flowre in time ſhall bloome. By th'onour of thy glyſtring crowne, ythralde to fortunes doome, Whych ſhee ſo full of chop and chaunge, with ticle turning wheele Whirls vp and downe, in ſtaggring ſtate makes to and fro to reele. I thee beſeech, ſith to exile I am departing now O Creon but a litle pawſe for mercy mee alow, Whyle of my mourning brts with kyſſe, my laſt farewell I take. Whyle gaſpe of fayling breath perhap my ſhyuering lyms forſake. With craft entending ſome deceipt thou craueſt this delay. What falſhode for ſo litle time be cauſe of terrour may? No tot of time is ſhort ynough diſpleaſure to preuent. Can not one io to weeping Eyes, and trylling teares be lent? Although agaynſt thy erneſt ſuite vnlucky dread do ſtryue, One day to ſettle thee away, content I am to gyue. This is to much, and of the ſame ſomwhat abrydge yee may. Make ſpeede apace if from our land thou get thee not away, Ere Phoebus horſe with golden gleede theyr ſtreaming beames doe ſhed, Of dawning lampe, thou art condemde to leeſe thy wretched hed. The holy day, and brydall both doe call me hence away: And wils mee at the ſacred aare of Hymeneus to pray.