Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 532 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.
Or else to small Hiolcos' town can I return again? Or toil, the gladsome pleasant lands of Tempe to attain? All places that I opened have unto thy passage free, I shut them up against myself, now whether send'st thou me? A banished wretch to banishment thou wouldest have incline, Yet to the place of her exile, thou canst not her assign. Yet for all that without delay I must depart and go: And why? forsooth the king his son in law commandeth so. Well: nothing will I stand against, with gripes of passing pain Let me be scourged, of my deserts such is the gotten gain. Let Creon in his princely ruff lay to his heavy hands, To whip an whore in torments sharp, with iron gives, and bands Let her be chained, in hideous hole of night for aye her lock: Let her be cloyed with pestering poise of restless rolling rock. Yet less than I deserved have, in all this shall I find: O thou uncourteous Gentleman, consider in thy mind The flamy puffs, and fiery gaps of ghastly gaping bull, And Aetes' cattle rich with Fleece of gorgeous golden wool, That went to graze amid so great and mighty fears in field, Of uncontrolled Nation, whose soil doth armies yield. Revoke to mind the deadly darts of sudden starting foe, When ghastly warrior (Tellus brood) to ground again did go, Through slaughter red of mutual lance, to this yet further pass, The lurched Fleece of Phrixes' Ram, that all thine errand was. And ugsome Argos slumberless, whom fast I caused to keep His weary watching winking eyes with unacquainted sleep. My brother eke, whose fatal twist of feeble life I shred, And guilt that wrought so many guilts whenas with thee I fled. The daughters whom I set on work entrapped in wily train, To slay their sire, that shall not rise to quickened life again. And how to travel other realms, I set mine own at nought. By that good hope which of thy seed conceived is in thought, eke by thy stable Mansion place, and mighty monsters, that down beaten for thy health, I caused before thy feet to squat, And by these drudging hands of mine unspared for thy sake, For dread of dangers over past that caused thee to quake, By heavens above, and seas below, that witness bearers be, To knitting of our marriage up, thy mercy veil to me. Of all the heaps of treasure great so far off being fet, Which Aetas savage Scythians did travel for to get, From Ind, where Phoebus scorching blaze doth die the people black. Of all this gold which in our dowers we could not well compact. But trick and trim we garnished our groves with gold so gay, I banished wretch of all this stuff got nought with me away, Except my brother's slaughtered flesh, yet I employed the same On thee: the cares of countries health, my honesty and shame. My Father, and my brother both hath yielded place to thee, This is the dowry that thou had my wedded spouse to be. To her whom thou dost abrogate restore her goods again.
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Or els to ſmall Hiolcos towne can I retourne agayne? Or toyle, the gladſome pleaſaunt lands of Tempe to attayne? All places that I opened haue vnto thy paſſage free, I ſhut them vp agaynſt my ſelfe, now whether ſendſte thou mee? A baniſht wretch to baniſhment thou wouldeſt haue encline, Yet to the place of her exyle, thou canſt not her aſſygne. Yet for all that without delay I muſt depart and go: And why? forſoth the king his ſonne in law commaundeth ſo. Well: nothing will I ſtand againſt, with grypes of paſſing payne Let me be ſcourgde, of my deſarts ſuch is the gotten gayne. Let Creon in his pryncely ruffe lay to his heauy handes, To whyp an whore in torments ſharp, with iron giues, and bandes Let her be chaynd, in hydeous hole of night for aye her locke: Let her be cloyed with peſtring payſe of reſtleſſe rowling rocke. Yet leſſe than I deſerued haue, in all this ſhall I finde: O thou vncurteous Gentleman, conſider in thy mynde The flamy puffes, and firy gaſpes of gaſtly gaping bull, And Aetas catell rych with Fleece of gorgeous golden wooll, That went to graze amid ſo great and mighty feares in fielde, Of vncontrouled Nation, whoſe ſoyle doth armies yeelde. Reuoke to minde the deadly dartes of ſodayne ſtarting foe, When gaſtly warriour (Tellus broode) to ground agayne did goe, Through ſlaughter red of mutuall launce, to this yet further paſſe, The lurched Fleece of Phrixes Ramme, that all thine errand was. And vgſome Argos ſlumberleſſe, whom faſt I cauſde to keepe His wery watching winking eyes with vnaquaynted ſleepe. My brother eke, whoſe fatall twiſt of feeble lyfe I ſhred, And guilt that wrought ſo many guiltes when as with thee I fled. The daughters whom I ſet on worke entrapt in wily trayne, To ſlay theyr ſire, that ſhall not ryſe to quickned lyfe agayne. And how to trauell other realmes, I ſet myne owne at nought. By that good hope which of thy ſeede conceaued is in thought, Eake by thy ſtable Manſion place, and mighty monſters, that Downe beaten for thy health, I cauſde before thy feete to ſquat, And by theſe drudging hands of myne vnſpared for thy ſake, For dread of daungers ouer paſt that cauſed thee to quake, By heauens aboue, and ſeas belowe, that witneſſe bearers bee, To knitting of our maryage vp, thy mercy vayle to mee. Of all the heapes of treaſure great ſo farre of being fet, Which Aetas ſauage Scythians dyd trauell for to get, From Ind, where Phoebus ſcorching blaſe doth dye the people blacke. Of all this golde which in our dowers wee coulde not well compacke. But tricke and trym wee garniſhed our groues with golde ſo gay, I baniſht wretch of all this ſtuffe gat nought with mee away, Except my brothers ſlaughtred fleſh, yet I employed the ſame On thee: the cares of countreyes health, my honeſty and ſhame. My Father, and my brother both hath yeelded place to thee, This is the dowry that thou had my wedded ſpouſe to bee. To her whom thou doſt abrogate reſtore her goods agayne▪