Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 471 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
What Ioue unto his silly Babes is deeply graft in him? This worketh well I have him tripped, lo now there lieth brim. An open place whereby receive a veny soon he may. Let me or I depart, unto my silly children say. These lessons of my last adieu, and grant to me the space, With tender gripe of colling last their loving limbs t'embrace: This willbe comfort to my heart: yet at the latter word I ask no more but only that you should me this afford. If eager anguish cause my tongue to cast out words unkind, Let all thing fly, let nothing be engraved in your mind But let remembrance otherwhile of me to touch your thought, Let other things be wiped away that bile of wrath hath wrought. I have forgotten every whit God grant thou may of shake, These surging qualms of frounced mind & milder mayst it make: For quietness doth work their ease that dented are with woe: What is he slily slipped and gone? falls out the matter so? O Iason dost thou sneak away, not having mind of me, Nor of those former great good turns that I have done for thee? With thee now am I clean forgot: but I will bring about That from thy careful sighing mind shall not be banished out: Apply to bring this to effect, call home thy wits again, And all thy wily fetches far, each artificial train. This is the perfect fruit that may to thee of mischief spring, To presuppose that mischief is not graft in any thing. Scant have I opportunity for my pretenced guile, Because we are mistrusted sore: but try I will the while To set upon them in such sort, as none can deem my sleight: March forth, now venture on, fall to, both what lieth in thy might. And also what doth pass thy power. O faithful nurse and mate Of all my heavy heart breaking, and divers cursed fate. Come help our simple mean device. Remaining yet I have A rob of Pall the present that our heavenly Grandsire gave, Chief monument of Colchis I'll, which Phoebus did bestow On Aetas for a pledge, that him his father he might know. A precious fulgent gorget eke, that bravely glitters bright, And with a seemly shining seam of golden threads is dight, Through wrought between the row of pearls do stand in borders round, Wherewith my golden crispen Locks is wonted to be crowned. My little children they shall bear these presents to the Bride, That first with slibber-slabber sauce of chantments shallbe tried. Request the aid of Hecate in readiness prepare The lamentable sacrifice, upon the bloody Aare. Enforce the fierce catching hold upon the rafters high With crackling noise of flamy sparks rebound in azure sky.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What Ioue vnto his ſeely Babes is deeply graft in him? This worketh well I haue him tript, loe now there lyeth brim. An open place whereby receaue a venny ſoone hee may. Let mee or I departe, vnto my ſeely children ſay. Theſe leſſons of my laſt adewe, and graunt to mee the ſpace, With tender grype of colling laſt theyr louing limmes t'embrace: This wilbe comforte to my heart: yet at the latter woorde I aſke no more but onely that you ſhoulde mee this afoorde. If eger anguiſh cauſe my tongue to caſt out woords vnkinde, Let all thing fly, let nothing be engraued in your minde But let remembraunce otherwhyle of mee to touch your thought, Let other thinges be wypte away that byle of wrath hath wrought. I haue forgotten euery whit God graunt thou may of ſhake, Theſe ſurging qualmes of frounced minde & milder mayſte it make: For quietneſſe doth worke theyr eaſe that dented are with woe: What is he ſlily ſlypt and gon? falles out the matter ſo? O Iaſon doſt thou ſneake away, not hauing minde of mee, Nor of thoſe former great good turnes that I haue done for thee? With thee now am I cleane forgot: but I will bryng about That from thy carefull ſighing minde ſhall not bee baniſht out: Apply to bring this to effect, call home thy wits agayne, And all thy wyly fetches farre, eache artificiall trayne. This is the perfect fruict that may to thee of miſchiefe ſpryng, To preſuppoſe that miſchiefe is not graft in any thing. Scant haue I oportunity for my pretenſed guile, Becauſe wee are miſtruſted ſore: but try I will the whyle To ſet vpon them in ſuch ſort, as none can deeme my ſleyght: March forth, now venture on, fall to, both what lyeth in thy myght. And alſo what doth paſſe thy power. O faythfull nourſe and mate Of all my heauy heart breaking, and dyuers curſed fate. Come help our ſimple meane deuice. Remayning yet I haue A robe of Pall the preſent that our heauenly Graundſire gaue, Chiefe monument of Cholchis Ile, which Phoebus did beſlow On Aetas for a pledge, that him his father he might know. A precious fulgent gorget eake, that brauely glytters bryght, And with a ſeemely ſhyning ſeame of golden thryds is dight, Through wrought betwene the row of pirles doe ſtand in borders roūd, Wherewith my golden criſpen Locks is wonted to be croūd. My lytle children they ſhall beare theſe preſents to the Bryde, That firſt with ſlibber ſlabbar ſoſſe of chauntments ſhalbe tryde. Requeſt the ayde of Hecate in redineſſe prepare The lamentable ſacrifice, vpon the bloudy Aare. Enforce the fiers catching holde vpon the rafters hye With crackling noyſe of flamy ſparkes rebound in azur ſky.