Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
When Creon in malicious mood had thought thee to have slain, Entreated with my tears, exile and life he gave to thee. I took it for a punishment, but surely as I see This banishment is now become a friendly good reward. While thou hast time to go, be gone, for most severe, and hard The king's displeasure ever is. thus wouldst thou dodge me out? Thy hated trull cast of thou dost, that please Creuse thou mought. Dost thou Medea upbraid me with the breach unkind of love? And slaughter vile, with treachery, whereto thou didst me move. When all is done what canst thou say my guiltiness to stain? even whatsoever I have done. Yet more this doth remain: That thy ungracious wickedness of harm should me accuse. Thine, thine, they are, they are all thine whatever I did use, Who that of lewdness reaps the fruit, is grafter of the same. Let every one with infamy thy wretched Spouse defame, Yet do thou only take her part, her only do thou call A just and undefiled wight, without offence at all. If any man shall for thy sake pollute his hand with ill, To thee let him an innocent yet be accounted still, The life is loathsome that doth work his shame who hath it chose. The life whose choice doth work thy shame thou aught again to lose. Let reason rule thy eager mind so vexed with crabbed ire, And for thy tender children's ease to be at rest require. I do defy it, wholly I detest it, I forswear, That brethren bred unto my barns Creusa's womb shall bear. It will be trim, whenas a Queen of majesty and might Hath issue, kin unto the seed of thee a banish wight. So cursed day shall never on my wretched children shine, To mingle base borne bastards with the blood of noble Lygue. Shall Phoebus' stock (that bears the lamp of heaven in starry throne) Be matched with drudging Sisyphus that rolls in hell the stone? What meanest thou wretch, both thee & me in banishment to yoke? I pray then hence. When humbly I my mind to Creon broke, He gave an ear unto my suit. What lieth in my might To do for thee? If no good turn, then do thy worst despite. On this side with his sword in hand king Creon doth me scar: On other part with armed host Acast doth me deter. Medea eke to cope with these, that more appall us may: Go to, to skirmish let us fall, let Iason be the prey: I yield whom sore adversities have tired with heavy sway. Learn thou to dread thy luckless lot that oft doth thee assay. I evermore have ruled the swinge of fortunes wavering will. Acastus is at hand, and nigh is Creon thee to spill:
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When Creon in malicious moode had thought thee to haue ſlayne, Entreated with my teares, exyle and life he gaue to thee. I tooke it for a puniſhment, but ſurely as I ſee This baniſhment is now become a friendly good rewarde. While thou haſt time to goe, be gone, for moſt ſeueare, and harde The kings diſpleaſure euer is. thus wouldſt thou dodge mee out? Thy hated trull caſt of thou doſt, that pleaſe Creuſe thou mought. Doſt thou Medea vpbrayde mee with the breach vnkynde of loue? And ſlaughter vyle, with trechery, whereto thou didſt mee moue. When all is done what canſt thou ſay my guiltines to ſtayne? Euen whatſoeuer I haue done. Yet more this doth remayne: That thy vngracious wickednes of harme ſhould mee accuſe. Thine, thine, they are, they are all thine what euer I did vſe, Who that of lewdneſſe reapes the fruict, is grafter of the ſame. Let euery one with infamy thy wretched Spouſe defame, Yet doe thou onely take her part, her onely doe thou call A iuſt and vndefiled wight, without offence at all. If any man ſhall for thy ſake polute his hand with ill, To thee let him an innocent yet be accompted ſtill, The life is lothſome that doth worke his ſhame who hath it choſe. The life whoſe choyſe doth worke thy ſhame thou ought againe to loſe. Let reaſon rule thy eger mynde ſo vext with crabbed ire, And for thy tender childrens eaſe to bee at reſt requyre. I doe defy it, wholy I deteſt it, I forſweare, That bretheren bred vnto my barnes Creuſas wombe ſhall beare. It will be trim, when as a Queene of maieſty and myght Hath iſſue, kinne vnto the ſeede of thee a baniſhe wight. So curſed day ſhall neuer on my wretched children ſhine, To mingle baſe borne baſterdes with the bloud of noble Lygue. Shall Phoebus ſtocke (that beares the lamp of heauen in ſtarry throne) Be macht with drudging Siſiphus that roules in hell the ſtone? What meaneſt thou wretch, both thee & mee in baniſhment to yoke? I pray then hence. When humbly I my mynde to Creon broke, Hee gaue an eare vnto my ſuite. What lyeth in my myght To doe for thee? If no good turne, then doe thy worſt diſpyght. On this ſide with his ſwerd in hand king Creon doth mee carre: On other part with armed hoaſt Acaſt doth mee detarre. Medea eke to coape with theſe, that more apaull vs may: Go to, to ſkyrmiſhe let vs fall, let Iaſon be the pray: I yeelde whom ſore aduerſities haue tyerd with heauy ſway. Learne thou to dred thy lucleſſe lot that ofte doth thee aſſay. I euermore haue rulde the ſwinge of fortunes wauering will. Achaſtus is at hand, and nygh is Creon thee to ſpyll: