Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 476 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Take thou thy heels to scape them both, I do not thee advise, That thou against thy father in law in traitorous arms should rise. Nor in Achast thy cousin's blood thy wounding hands to gore, The vows unto Medea made, do trouble thee so sore. while yet thou hast not spilled there blood, yet fly with me away. When armies twain their banners of defiance shall display, And marching forth in field to fight seek battle at my hand, Who then for us encounter shall their puissance to withstand? If Creon and Acastus king encamp together shall. Admit that these in one with them should join their powers all My Countrymen of Colchis I'll, and AEtas lusty king, Suppose the Scythians join with Greeks, to ground I will them bring, Clean put to foil. The puissant power of haughty mace I fear. Take heed, lest more thou do affect the same, then for to clear, thyself of Creon's servile yoke. lest some suspicion grow, Of this our tattling long here let us make an end and go. Now Ioue hurl out thy flames & force thy thundering bolts to fly, With fiery drakes bright brandishing dispersed in burning sky: Strain forth thy dreadful threatening arm, dispose in due array The rolling dint of lightning flash, that wreck our quarrel may. With rumbling crack of renting cloud cause all the world to quake, And Ieuell not thy hovering hand to strike with fiery flake Upon my pashed and crushed corpses, or Iasons Carcase slain: For whether of us thou smite to death his due reward shall gain, Thy thumps of thwacking bolts on us amiss they cannot light. Fie, let thy mind on matters run that seem a modest wight. And use to have more cheerful talk, if any thing thou crave, Within my father's house to ease thy flight, thou shalt it have. Thou know'st my mind bath can, & eke is wont, to do no less, Than to contemn the brittle wealth that Princes do possess. This, this shallbe the only boon that at thy hand I crave, As mates with me in banishment, my children let me have, That resting on their sighing breasts my careful mourning head, I may my crystal teary streams into their bosoms shed. But as for thee, new gotten sons of wife new wed do stay. I grant that unto thy request I wish I might obey: But nature me with pity pricks, that needs I must deny. For though both Creon and Achast, in torments force me lie, I could not yield unto their wills: on this my life doth rest: In times of tears, this is the joy of dull afflicted breast For better far I can abide the want of vital breath, And succour of my limbs, or loose, the light of world by death.
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Take thou thy heeles to ſcape them both, I doe not thee aduiſe, That thou agaynſt thy father in lawe in traytrous armes ſhould ryſe. Nor in Achaſt thy coſens bloud thy wounding handes to gore, The vowes vnto Medea made, doe trouble thee ſo ſore. Whyle yet thou haſt not ſpilt there bloud, yet fly with mee away. When armies twayne their banners of defiance ſhall diſplay, And marching forth in fielde to fyght ſeeke battayle at my hande, Who then for vs encounter ſhall their puiſſaunce to withſtand? If Creon and Achaſtus king encampe together ſhall. Admit that theſe in one with them ſhould ioyne their powers all My Countreymen of Colchis Ile, and AEtas luſty kyng, Suppoſe the Scythians ioyne with Greekes, to ground I wil thē bring, Cleane put to foile. The puiſſaunt power of hawty mace I feare. Take heede, leaſt more thou do affect the ſame, then for to cleare, Thy ſelfe of Creons ſeruile yoke. Leaſt ſome ſuſpicion grow, Of this our tatling long here let vs make an ende and goe. Now Ioue hurle out thy flames & force thy thundring bolts to fly, With fiery drakes bright brandiſhing diſparſt in burning ſky: Strayne forth thy dreadfull threatning arme, diſpoſe in due aray The roſſing dint of lightning flaſhe, that wrecke our quarrell may. With rumbling cracke of renting cloud cauſe all the world to quake, And Ieuell not thy houering hand to ſtryke with firy flake Uppon my paſht and cruſhed corpes, or Iaſons Carcaſſe ſlayne: For whether of vs thou ſmight to death his due rewarde ſhall gayne, Thy thumps of thwacking boltes on vs amiſſe they cannot light. Fy, let thy mynde on matters runne that ſeeme a modeſt wight. And vſe to haue more cheerefull talke, if any thing thou craue, Within my fathers houſe to eaſe thy flyght, thou ſhalt it haue. Thou knowſt my minde bath can, & eke is wont, to doe no leſſe, Then to contemne the brittell wealth that Prynces doe poſſeſſe. This, this ſhalbe the onely boone that at thy hande I craue, As mates with me in baniſhment, my children let mee haue, That reſting on theyr ſighing breaſtes my carefull mourning hed, I may my chryſtall teary ſtreames into theyr boſomes ſhed. But as for thee, new gotten ſonnes of wife new wed doe ſtay. I graunt that vnto thy requeſt I wiſhe I might obey: But nature mee with pity pryckes, that needes I muſt deny. For though both Creon and Achaſt, in torments force mee lye, I could not yeelde vnto theyr willes: on this my lyfe doth reſt: In times of teares, this is the ioy of dull afflicted breſt For better farre I can abyde the wante of vitall breath, And ſuccour of my lymmes, or looſe, the light of worlde by death.