Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 539 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
But wondrous dolour, great and wrathful ire, And miseries will it grant without desire. Nay rather cause your angry moody make, With supple cheer his fury for to slake. What, that he will by guylte once slain before, Alive again my brother me restore? Nay, safe that you may live and issue bear: Your father's ancient court for to repair. That court doth wait another brood they say. And poor Britt's death tugs me another way. Yet let the cities love unto your grace, Your troubled mind confirm but for a space. Their minds so priest to pleasure me, I know Great comfort bring: but do not slake my woe. Of mighty power the people have been aye. But prince's force doth bear the greater sway. He will respect his lawful wedded wife. His minion brave can not so lead her life. Of no man she esteemed. But dear to make. She can not truly yet of wyfehoode crack. Ere long she shall a mother eke be made. So far therein I dare most boldly wade. His youthful heat at first in filthy love, With lusty, crusty pangs doth boil above: Thilk courage quickly cooled in lust apace As vapour soon extinct in flame, gives place. But holy, loving, chaste unspotted spouse, Her love endureth aye with sacred vows. That wanton first that there durst couch her head, And tumbling stained quite your spousal bed, And being but your maid hath ruled long, Her sovereign Lord, with beauty's grace bestung, That pranked Paramour pert shall crouch with pain, When she your grace shall see preferred again. For Poppy subject is, and meek of sprite, And now begins her ghostly tombs to dight: Whereby she closely granting doth bewray, Her secret hidden fear each other day. That swift, unconstant, double winged lad, With clout, before his blinded eyes, yclad, That fickle brained God, th'unhappy boy, Shall leave her in the midst of all her joy: Although for beauty bright the bell she bear, And goodly glistering garments new she wear, And now do vaunt herself in gorgeous gear, She shall not long enjoy this gladsome cheer. Be not dismayed, Madam, for such like pain, The queen of Gods was forced to sustain, When to each pleasant shape the heavenly guide, And sire of Gods yturnde, from skies did glide. The swans white wings, to see how they could fadge He did on him, and cuckolds bullish badge. That God shone bright in golden rainy shower, To Danae's breast through top of fortred tower. The twinkling stars, the twins of Leda bright, Whom Pollux some, and Castor call aright, In large and ample space of starry scope, With crystal glimmering faces shine wide ope. An Semele's son, whom Bacchus we do call, In heavenly birthright doth himself install. And, Hercules that puissant champion stout, His sturdy brawns his Hebe winds about. Nor once regards how goddess Iuno fare: Whose lowering stepdame now she is yframed, That while on earth his prows he did declare, Against that marriage, aye, was sore inflamed. Yet lo her wise, and closely couched grief, Debonair face, obeisance to her lief, Caused him, at length his mind for to remove, Through mortal fears estraungde from Juno's love.
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But wondrous dolor, great and wrathfull yre, And miseries will it graunt without desyre. Nay rather cause your angry moody make, With souple chéere his fury for to slake. What, that he will by guylte once slaine before, Aliue againe my brother mée restore? Nay, safe that you may liue and issue beare: Your fathers auncient court for to repaire. That court doth wayte another broode they say. And poore Britts death tugges me another way. Yet let the cities loue vnto your grace, Your troubled minde confirme but for a space. Their mindes so prest to pleasure me, I knowe Great comfort bring: but do not slake my woe. Of mightie power the people haue bene aye. But princes force doth beare the greater sway. He will respect his lawfull wedded wyfe. Hys minion braue can not so leade hir lyfe. Of no man she estéemde. But deare to make. She can not truely yet of wyfehoode crake. Ere long shée shall a mother eke be made. So farre therein I dare most boldly wade. His youthfull heate at first in filthy loue, With lusty, crusty pangs doth boyle aboue: Thylke corage quickly coolde in lust apace As vapour sone extinct in flame, giues place. But holy, louing, chaste vnspot spouse, Hir loue endureth aye with sd vowes. That wanton first that there durst couch hir hed, And tumbling stayned quite your spousall bed, And being but your mayde hath ruled long, Hir soueraigne Lorde, with beauties grace bestong, That pranked Paramour pert shal croutch with pain, When she your grace shall sée preferd againe. For Poppie subiect is, and méeke of spright, And now begins hir goastly tombs to dight: Whereby she closely graunting doth bewray, Hir secret hidden feare eche other day. That swift, vnconstant, double wynged lad, With cloute, before his blinded eyes, yclad, That fickle brayned God, th'vnhappy boy, Shall leaue hir in the midst of all hir ioy: Although for beautie bright the bell shée beare, And goodly glistring garments new shée weare, And now do vaunt hir selfe in gorgeous géere, Shée shall not long enioy this gladsome chéere. Be not dismayde, Madame, for such like paine, The quéene of Gods was forced to sustaine, When to eche pleasaunt shape the heauenly guyde, And syre of Gods yturnde, from skyes dyd glyde. The swannes white wings, to se how they could fadge He did on him, and cuckoldes bullysh badge. That God shone bryght in golden raynie showre, To Danaes brest through top of fortred towre. The twinckling starres, the twins of Laeda bright, Whome Pollux some, and Castor call aright, In large and ample space of starry scope, With cristall glimmering faces shyne wide ope. An Semeles sonne, whome Bacchus we do call, In heauenly byrthright doth himselfe ystall. And, Hercules that puissant champion stoute, His sturdy brawnes his Hebe wyndes aboute. Nor once regardes how goddesse Iuno fare: Whose lowring stepdame nowe she is yframde, That whyle on earth his prowes he did declare, Against that mariage, aye, was sore inflamde. Yet loe hir wise, and closely couched gréefe, Debonaire face, obeysaunce to hir léefe, Causde him, at length his minde for to remoue, Through mortall féeres estraungde from Iunos loue.