Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Unworth he is, your spousal chamber place: But yet your destiny's force, you must embrace: And well, abide your fortunes crooked race: Nor move unkindly Nero's gauly ire. One day perchance, there will, as I desire, Some God revenge your lamentable case: And once, I trust, a gladsome day shall be, When you shall joy a fresh in wont place. Ah, no, now, long this court alas, we see With heavy wrath of Gods displeased ire Hath overcharged been: which Venus dire With Messalina's monstrous, ramping lust, She first hath brought adown into the dust. Who madly married to prince Claudius' grace, But little mindful then of that same case, And not regarding much th'appointed pain, With cursed cressets married once again. To which unlucky ' incestual bridal bed, That drosel dire that furious slut Erin, With hanging hair about her hellish head, And girt with snakes with deadly step went in. And flaming broandes from spousal chamber caught, In both their bloods ybathde, hath quenched clean: And hath incensed prince Claudius' burning thought, In bloody thrattling stroke to pass all mean. My mother first of wretches all the most, With stripe of deadly sword gave up her ghost. And now extinguished quite left me forlorn, With dolours pining pangs and mourning worn. And after her in hellish team doth hail, Unto the senseless souls of Pluto's jail Her make, and Britannic her son that way: And first this ruinous court did she betray. Let be, Madame, with tears your face to dight: Ne so renew your bitter wailing just: Cease troubling now, your parents piteous sprite, That paid hath the price of raging lust. GOd grant the talk we heard of late, To rashly trusted every where, And blown abroad through each estate, No badge of truth, that it may bear. And that no fresh espoused dame, Our prince's thews do enter in, But that Octavia keep the same. And that the seed of Claudius' kin, May once bring forth some pledge of peace: That to the world rest may redound, And wrangling strife may easily cease, And Rome retain her great renown. The peerless princess Iuno hight, Her brother's wedlock yoke retains: Why is Augustus sister bright, Where like betrothed league remains, From stately pomp of court reject? What doth devoutness her avail? To sainted sire, who hath respect? What doth her Virgin's life prevail? And, Claudius now in ground ylaid, Even we to much unmindful be: Whose worthy stem we have betrayed Through fear, that made us to agree. In breast our elders did embrace, The perfect Roman puissance, The true unstained worthy race, And blood of Mars they did advance. The proud, and lofty stomached train Of lusty haughty minded kings, They could not suffer to remain Within this noble City's wings. And justly they revenged thy death, O virgin chaste, Virginia pure, Depryude by sire of vital breath, That bondage thou mightest not endure. And that his shameless brutish lust, So good a meed might not enjoy:
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Unworth he is, your spousall chamber place: But yet your destnies force, you must imbrace: And well, abyde your fortunes crooked race: Nor moue vnkindly Neros gauly yre. One daye perchaunce, there wil, as I desyre, Some God reuenge your lamentable case: And once, I trust, a gladsome daye shall be, When you shall ioy a freshe in wonted place. Ah, no, now, long this court alas, we see With heauie wrath of Gods displeased yre Hath ouercharged bene: which Venus dyre With Messalinas monstrous, ramping lust, She first hath brought adown into the dust. Who madly maryed to prince Claudius grace, But little myndefull then of that same case, And not regarding much th'appointed payne, With curssed cressets maryed once agayne. To which vnlucky 'incestuall bridall bed, That drosell dyre that furious slut Erin, With hanging haire about hir hellish hed, And gyrt with snakes with deadly step went in. And flaming broandes from spousall chamber cought, In both their blouds ybathde, hath quentched cleane: And hath incenst prince Claudius burning thought, In bloudy thratling stroke to passe all meane. My mother first of wretches all the most, With strype of deadly sworde gaue vp hir gost. And nowe extinguisht quite left me forlorne, With dolours pyning pangs and mourning worne. And after hir in hellishe teame doth hayle, Unto the senslesse soules of Plutos iayle Hir make, and Britannick hir sonne that way: And first this ruinous courte did she betray. Let be, Madame, with teares your face to dight: Ne so renewe your bitter wayling iust: Ceasse troubling now, your parentes pyteous spright, That payed hath the price of raging lust. GOd graunt the talke we heard of late, To rashly trusted euery where, And blowne abrode through eche estate, No badge of truth, that it may beare. And that no freshe espoused dame, Our princes thews doe enter in, But that Octauia kéepe the same. And that the séede of Claudius kin, May once bring forth some pledge of peace: That to the worlde rest may redowne, And wrangling strife may easly cease, And Rome retayne hir great renowne. The péerlesse princesse Iuno hight, Hir brothers wedlocke yoke retaynes: Why is Augustus sister bright, Where like betrouthed league remaynes, From stately pompe of court reiect? What doth deuoutnesse hir auaile? To saincted syre, who hath respect? What doth hir Virgins life preuaile? And, Claudius now in ground ylayed, Euen we to much vnmindefull bée: Whose worthy stem we haue betrayed Through feare, that made vs to agrée. In brest our elders did embrace, The perfect Romaine puissaunce, The true vnstained worthy race, And bloude of Mars they did aduaunce. The proude, and lofty stomackt traine Of lustie hautie minded kings, They could not suffer to remaine Within this noble Cities wyngs. And iustly they reuengde thy death, O virgin chaste, Virginia pure, Depryude by syre of vitall breath, That bondage thou mightest not endure. And that his shamelesse brutishe lust, So good a méede might not enioy: