Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 529 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Then only can I be at rest, when every thing I see Thrown headlong topsy-turvy down to ruthful end with me. With me let all things clean decay: thyself if thou do spill, Thou must drive to destruction what else with thee thou will: It in this folly stiff thou stand, behold what after claps Are to be feared, none dare contrive for princes training traps. O Luckless lot of froward Fates, O cruel Fortune's hap, Both when she list to smite, or spare, in woe she doth us wrap A like, the salve that God hath given so oft, to cure our grief, More noyeth then the sore itself, and sendeth less relief: If for her good deserts: o me, amendment I should make, I hazard should my venturous life to lose it for her sake. If I will shun my dismal day, and will not for her die, Then want the love of loyalty, O wretched man must I. No dastards dread my stomach stout can cause to droop & shrink, But mere remorse appalleth me, when on my babes I think. For why? when careful parents are once reft of life and breath, Some after them their wretched seed are drawn to doleful death. O Sacred righteousness (if thou enjoy thy worthy place In perfect bliss of happy heaven) I call upon thy grace, And thee for witness here allege, how for my children's part With pity pricked I have commit these things against my heart. And so I think Medea herself the Mother rather had, (Though frantically as now she fares with rage of heart so mad And doth abhor with painful yoke of cumbrous cares to toil) Her spousal bed, then that her seed should take the plunging foil. I did determine in my mind, to go her to entreat With gentle words, & pray her cease, in fervent wrath to fret. And lo, on me when once she cast the beams of glancing Eye, Full blithe she leaps, she jumps for joy, in fits she gins to fry. Deep deadly blackish hate she seems in outward brow to bear, And wholly in her frowning face doth glutting grief appear. I packing, packing, Iason am: this still to chop, and change The fleeting soil of my abode, to me it is not strange. The cause of my departure yet (to me is strange) and new. I wonted was in following thee all places to eschew: I will depart, and get me hence, to whom for helping hand intendest thou to send us forth, whom hence to fly the land Thou dost compel with thine allies? shall I repair again To Phasis flood, to Colchis Isle, or to my father's reign? Or gory sweeting fields, that with my brother's blood do reek? What harbouring lands aloof dost thou command us out to seek? What seas appoint ye me to pass? shall I my journey drive, Upon the perilous hateful jaws of Pontus to arrive, By which I did safe conduct home kings valiant armies great, Where roaring rocks with thundering noise the flapping waves do beat Or on the narrow wrackful shore, of Simplegades twain?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then onely can I be at reſt, when euery thing I ſee Throwne headlong topſte turuey downe to ruthfull ende with mee. With mee let all things cleane decay: thy ſelfe if thou doe ſpill, Thou miſt driue to deſtruction what els with thee thou will: It in this folly ſtiffe thou ſtand, beholde what after clappes Are to bee fearde, none dare contriue for Prynces trayning trappes. O Luckleſſe lot of frowarde Fates, O cruell Fortunes hap, Both whē ſhe liſt to ſmite, or ſpare, in woe ſhe doth vs wrap A like, the ſalue y• God hath geuen ſo oft, to cure our griefe, More noyeth then the ſore it ſelfe, and ſendeth leſſe reliefe: If for her good deſerts: o me, amendment I ſhould make, I hazard ſhould my ventrous lyfe to leeſe it for her ſake. If I will ſhun my diſmall day, and will not for her dy, Then want the loue of loyalty, O wretched man muſt I. No daſtards dread my ſtomacke ſtout can cauſe to droupe & ſhrynke, But meere remorſe appaulleth me, when on my babes I thynke. For why? when carefull parents are once reft of lyfe and breath, Some after them their wretched ſeede are drawne to dolefull death. O Sacred righteouſneſſe (if thou enioye thy worthy place In perfect bliſſe of happy heauen) I call vpon thy grace, And thee for witneſſe here alledge, how for my childrens part With pity prickt I haue commit theſe things agaynſt my hart. And ſo I thinke Medea her ſelfe the Mother rather had, (Though frantickly as now ſhe ares with rage of heart ſo mad And doth abhor with paynfull yoke of combrous cares to toyle) Her ſpouſall bed, then that her ſeede ſhould take the plunging foyle. I did determine in my minde, to goe her to entreate With gentle wordes, & pray her ceaſe, in feruent wrath to freate. And loe, on me when once ſhe caſte the beames of glauncing Eye, Full blythe ſhe leapes, ſhe tumpes for ioy, in fis ſhe ginnes to fry. Deepe deadly blackiſh hate ſhe ſeemes in outwarde brow to beare, And wholly in her frowning face doth glutting griefe appeare. I packing, packing, Iaſon am: this ſtill to chop, and chaunge The fleeting ſoyle of my abode, to mee it is not ſtraunge. The cauſe of my departure yet (to me is ſtraung) and new. I wonted was in followinge thee all places to eſchew: I will depart, and get me hence, to whom for helping hande Entendeſt thou to ſende vs forth, whom hence to fly the land Thou doſt compell with thine alies? ſhall I repayre agayne▪ To Phaſis flood, to Colchis Iſle, or to my fathers raygne? Or goary ſweeting fieldes, that with my brothers blood do reeke? What harbring lands aloofe doſt thou commaund vs out to ſeeke? What ſeas appoint yee me to paſſe? ſhall I my iourney dryue, Vppon the parlous hatefull iawes of Pontus to arriue, By which I did ſaufe conduct home kings valiaunt armies great, Where roaring rocks with thundring noiſe the flapping waues do beate Or on the narrow wrackfull ſhore, of Simplegades twayne?