Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 502 words
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Although by filthy force unjust Thy chastity he would annoy. Thee likewise whom thine own right hand, With sword did pierce Lucretia true, Who tyrants rape couldst not withstand, Did bloody broils and wars ensue. And with thy proud disdainful make Lord Tarquin imp of cursed seed, Correction due doth Tullia take For her unkindly shameless deed. Who on her father's mangled corpse, To mischief bend, and wicked bane, The carman she to drive did force, His cruel bruising wombling wane. And quite against all nature's law, Even from her own dismembered sire, The sacred rites she did withdraw, Denaying wont burial fire. This grief or woeful age doth feel, Through monstrous act against all kind, When as in deadly crafty keel, To Tyrrhen seas, and wrestling wind, The proud presuming prince did put, His mother trapped in subtle sort. The mariners appointed cut, The swelling seas from pleasant port. The clash resounds with stroke of oars, The ship, out launched, a pace doth spin, In surging froth aloof from shores, And ample course of seas doth win. Which gliding forth with loosened planks, In pressed streams with peised weight, The rifts do open closed cranks, That hidden were, with secret sleight: And gulpeth up the leaking wave: The woeful, roaring noise, and cry, With woman's shryks themselves to save, Do reach, and beat the starry sky. Then grisly present death doth dance Before their eyes with pining cheeks: Whose deadly stroke and heavy chance For to avoid, than each man seeks: On ryvened ribs some naked lie, And cut the beating waves in twain: And some their skilful swimming try, To get unto the shore again. The greatest part that sailed there, By destiny's dire to men prefixed, In whirling swallows drowned were, The brinks of seas and ground betwixt. Queen Agryppine her garments rends, She tears her ruffled locks of hear, Abundant blubbering tears she spends, Through deep distress of fainting fear. Who, when no hope of health she spies, Inflame with wrath, which woos appeased, O son, for so great gifts, she cries, Hast thou with such reward me pleased? This keel I have deserved sure, That bare and brought thee first to light: Who empire witless did procure, And Caesar's title for thy right. Show forth thy fearful spritish face, O Claudius now from Limbo lake, And of thy wife in wretched case, Revenge and due correction take. Thy death I causeless did conspire, Which now I rue with woeful heart: I dressed eke a funeral fire, Into thy son by deadly smart. Lo, now as I deserved have, Untomde go to thy guiltless ghost, Enclosed in seas in stead of grave, And wrestling waves of Roman coast. The flashing flaws do flap her face, And on her speaking mouth do beat, Anon she sinks a certain space, Depressed down with surges great: Anon she fleets on weltering brim, And pats them off with tender hands: Through fainting fear then taught to swim, Approaching death, and fates withstands.
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Although by filthie force vniust Thy chastitie he would anoy. Thée likewise whome thine owne right hande, With sworde did pearce Lucretia true, Who tyrants rape couldst not withstand, Did bloudie broyles and warres ensue. And with thy proude disdainefull make Lorde Tarquin ympe of curssed séede, Correction due doth Tullia take For hir vnkindly shamelesse déede. Who on hir fathers mangled corse, To mischiefe bent, and wicked bane, The carman she to driue did force, His cruell brusing wombling wane. And quyte against all natures lawe, Euen from hir owne dismembred syre, The sacred rytes shée did withdrawe, Denaying wonted buriall fyre. This griefe or woful age doth féele, Through monstrous act against all kynde, When as in deadly craftye kéele, To Tyrrhen seas, and wrastling wynde, The proude presuming prince did put, His mother trapt in subtill sorte. The maryners appointed cut, The swelling seas from pleasaunt porte. The clash resoundes with stroke of ores, The ship, out launcht, a pace doth spin, In surging froth aloofe from shores, And ample course of seas doth win. Which glyding forth with leusned planks, In pressed streames with peised weight, The riftes do open closed cranks, That hidden were, with secret sleight: And gulpeth vp the leaking wane: The wofull, roring noyse, and crye, With womans shryks themselues to saue, Doe reache, and beate the starrie skye. Then griesly present death doth daunce Before their eyes with pyning chéekes: Whose deadly stroke and heauy chaunce For to auyde, then eche man séekes: On ryuened rybs some naked lye, And cut the beating waues in twayne: And some their skilfull swymming trye, To get vnto the shore agayne. The greatest part that sayled there, By destnies dyre to men prefixt, In whirling swallowes drowned were, The brinks of seas and grounde betwixt. Quéene Agryppine hir garments rendes, She teares hir ruffled locks of heare, Abundant blubbring teares she spendes, Through déepe distresse of fainting feare. Who, when no hope of health she spies, Enflamde with wrath, which woes appeasde, O sonne, for so great gyftes, she cryes, Hast thou with such rewarde me pleasde? This kéele I haue deserued sure, That bare and brought thée first to light: Who empyre witlesse did procure, And Cesars title for thy right. Shew forth thy fearefull spritish face, O Claudius now from Limbo lake, And of thy wife in wretched case, Reuenge and due correction take. Thy death I causelesse did conspyre, Which now I rue with wofull hart: I dressed eke a funerall fyre, Into thy sonne by deadly smart. Loe, now as I deserued haue, Untomde go to thy guiltlesse goast, Enclosde in seas in steade of graue, And wrestling waues of Romaine coast. The flasshing flawes do flap hir face, And on hir speaking mouth do beate, Anone shée synkes a certaine space, Depressed downe with surges greate: Anone shée fléetes on weltring brim, And pattes them off with tender handes: Through fainting feare then taught to swim, Approching death, and fates withstandes.