Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.67 · 476 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
That Orpheus Calliops son who stayed the running Brook, While he records on heavenly Harp with twangling finger fine, The wind laid down his pipling blasts: his harmony divine Procured the woods to stir themselves, and trees in trains along Came forth with birds that held their lays and listened to his song. With limbs on sunder rent in field of Thrace he lieth dead. Up to the top of Heber flood, eke haled was his head. Gone down he is to Stygian damps, which seen he had before, And Tartar boiling pits, from whence return he shall no more. Alcides banging hat did bring the Northern lads to ground. To Achelo of sundry shapes he gave his mortal wound. Yet after he could purchase peace both unto sea and land, And after Ditis' dungeon black rent open by his hand, He living spread himself along on burning Oeta's hill: His members in his proper flame the wretch did thrust to spill: His blood he brewed with Nestor's blood, and lost his loathsome life By traitorous gift that poisoned shirt received of his wife. With tusk of bristled groining Boar Anceus limbs were torn. O Meleagar (wicked wight) to grave by thee were borne Thy mother's brethren twain, and she, for it with ruthful hand, Hath wrought thy doleful destiny, to burn thy fatal brand. The rash attempting Argonauts deserved all the death That Hylas whom Alcides lost bereft of fading breath. That springal which in sousing waves of waters drowned was: Go now ye lusty bloods, the Seas: with doubtful lot to pass. Though Idmon had the calking skill of destentes before, The serpent made him leave his life in tomb of Liby shore. And Mopsus that to other men could well their fates escry, Yet only did deceive himself uncertain where to die, And he that could the secret hap of things to come unfolded, Yet dyde not in his country Thebes. Dame, Theris husband old Did wander like an outlawed man Our Palimedes' sire Did headlong whelm himself in seas. Who at the Greeks retire From Troy, to rush on rocks did them allure with wily light, Stout Ajax Oleus did sustain the dint of thunder bright, And cruel storm of surging seas, to quite the heinous guilt, That by his country was commit, in seas he lieth spilled. Alceste to redeem her husbands Phereus' life from death, The godly Wife upon her spouse bestowed her panting breath. Proud Pelias that wretch himself who bade them first assay The golden Fleece that booty brave by ship to fetch away, parboiled in glowing cauldron hot with fervent heat he fries, And fleering piece meal up and down in water thin he lies. Enough, enough, revenged are O God's the wrongs of seas, Be good to Iason, doing that he did, his eme to please.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 950–994 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 30 in this edition
Length
476 words · 642 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtuecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.670 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T17 · seed 44: T19 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
That Orpheus Calliops ſonne who ſtayde the running Brooke, Whyle he recordes on heauenly Harpe with twanckling finger ſine, The wynde layde downe his pipling blaſtes: his harmony diuine Procurde the woods to ſtyr them ſelues, and trees in traynes along Came forth with byrds that held their layes and liſtned to his ſong. With lims on ſunder rent in fielde of Thrace he lyeth dead. Vp to the top of Heber floude, eke haled was his head. Gone downe he is to Stygian dampes, which ſeene hee had before, And Tartar boyling pits, from whence returne hee ſhall no more. Alcydes banging hat did bringe the Northern laddes to grounde. To Achelo of ſundry ſhapes he gaue his mortall wounde. Yet after he could purchaſe peace both vnto ſea and land, And after Ditis dungeon blacke rent open by his hand, He lyuing ſpred himſelfe along on burning Oetas hill: His members in his proper flame the wretch did thruſt to ſpill: His bloud he brewd with Neſtors bloud, and loſt his lothſome lyfe By traytrous gyft that poyſoned ſhyrt receaued of his wyfe. With tuſke of briſtled groyning Bore Anceus lyms were torne. O Meleagar (wicked wight) to graue by thee were borne Thy mothers brethren twayne, and ſhee, for it with ruthfull hand, Hath wrought thy dolefull deſteny, to burne thy fatall brand. The raſh attempting Argonantes deſerued all the death That Hylas whom Alcides loſt bereft of fading breath. That ſpringall which in ſowſing waues of waters drowned was: Goe now yee luſty bloudes, the Seas: with doubtfull lot to paſſe. Though Idmon had the calking ſkyll of deſtentes before, The ſerpent made him leaue his lyfe in tombe of Liby ſhore. And Mopſus that to other men could well theyr fates eſcry, Yet onely did deceyue him ſelfe vncertayne where to dy, And he that could the ſecret hap of things to come vnfoulde, Yet dyde not in his counrey Thebes. Dame, Theris huſband oulde Did wander like an outlawde man Our Palimedes ſyre Did headlong whelm him ſelfe in ſeas. Who at the Greekes retyre From Troy, to ruſhe on rockes did them alure with wily light, Stout Aiax Oleus did ſuſtayne the dint of thunder bright, And cruell ſtorme of ſurging ſeas, to quite the haynous guilt, That by his countrey was commit, in ſeas he lyeth ſpilt. Alceſte to redeeme her huſbands Phereus lyfe from death, The godly Wyfe vpon her ſpouſe beſtowed her panting breath. Proude Pelias that wretch him ſelfe who bad them firſt aſſay The golden Fleece that booty braue by ſhip to fetch away, Perboylde in glowing cauldron hoate with feruent heate hee fryes, And fleering peece meale vp and downe in water thin he lyes. Inough, inough, reuenged are O Gods the wronges of ſeas, Be good to Iaſon, doing that hee did, his Eame to pleaſe.