Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.73 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
His sovereign liege to slain by force and might, That erst had helped him, and given him health, And had endued him with princely wealth. In brunt of raging war, undaunted out, That vanquished many people strong, and stout, Prince Cesar, mateht, by great degrees of power. To Ioue, in stately chair of starry bower, By devilish citizens wicked wile, was slain. What store of bloody, stifling streams on mould Did tattered Rome, of her own limbs, behold? He by his noble virtues worthy praise, Whom people's common brute to heaven doth raise, August, among the Gods ysaincted well, How many noble breasts did he compel, How many springolds young, and hoary heads, Each where dispersed, to lig in moulded beds? How many men did he bereave of breath, Tofore proscript, that were condemned to death? When for the grisly fear of deadly dart, From proper home they were constrained to part, And fly Octauius force, and Lepidus might, And not abide stern Mark Antonius sight, Which then the ample world at once did guide, That into kingdoms three they did divide. To dampish sadded sires, with heavy cheer, Their children's grisly cropped pates appear, Hung out before the Senate's judgement seat, For each man to behold in open street: Ne durst they once lament their piteous case, Nor inward seem to morn to Claudius' face. The market stead, with blood from bodies spewed, And loathsome mattrie streams, is all imbrued: And, quite throughout, their faces foul arrayed The pitcous gubs of blood drop down, unstaid. Nor here did this same slaughterous bloodshed stay: Phyllips, Pharsalia ghastly fields each day The cromming ravening fowls, and cruel beasts, Long fed, with gobbets big of manly breasts. Beside all this, the coast he scoured quite Of Sicill sea, and ships to war yoyght With force of arms did win: and havoc made Of proper subjects, slain with his own blade. The rundle round of lands with mighty main Of noble chieftains stroke, reboils again. Antonius' overcome in navale fight, To Egypt posts in ships prepared to flight: Not looking long to live, nor hoping life. Incestuous Egypt (through Antonius' wife) That worthy Roman princes blood, did suck: And covered lie their ghosts with dirty muck. Long wicked, waged civil war, there stayed, In Mark Antonius grave, with him ylaid. Augustus at the last, of conquest great His dulled swords, that wounded souls did beat In peaceable sheaths reposed, hath laid at rest: And fear doth rule, and guide his kingdom best. By ready force of arms at all assays, And Captains saith he shields himself always: Whom now his sons most worthy virtues praise, To heaven a consecrated God doth raise, And causeth all, in Churches for to place The sacred Picture of prince Claudius' grace. And us, the starry reign of Gods shall bide If first, with dreadful sword about us wide, We wipe away, what so our person stain: And found our court with worthy stem again.
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His soueraigne liege to slayne by force and might, That erst had holpen him, and giuen him health, And had endued him with princely wealth. In brunt of raging war, vndaunted out, That vanquisht many people strong, and stout, Prince Cesar, mateht, by great degrées of power. To Ioue, in stately chayre of starrie bower, By diu'lish citizens wicked wyle, was slayne. What store of bloudie, stiffling streames on molde Did tattred Rome, of hir owne lims, behold? He by his noble vertues worthy praise, Whome peoples common brute to heauen doth raise, August, among the Gods ysaincted well, How many noble brests did he compell, How many springolds yong, and hoarie heds, Eche where disperst, to ligge in moulded beds? How many men did he bereaue of breth, Tofore proscript, that were condemnd to death? When for the griesly feare of deadly dart, From propre home they were constraind to part, And flye Octauius force, and Lepidus might, And not abyde sterne Marke Antonius sight, Which then the ample worlde at once did guyde, That into kingdomes thrée they did deuide. To dumpish sadded syres, with heauy chéere, Their childerns griesly cropped pates appéere, Hong out beforne the Senates iudgement seat, For eche man to beholde in open streat: Ne durst they once lament their piteous case, Nor inward séeme to morne to Claudius face. The market stead, with bloud from bodies spued, And lothsome mattrie streames, is all embrued: And, quite throughout, their faces foule arayde The pitcous gubs of bloud drop downe, vnstayde. Nor here did this same slaughterous bloudshed stay: Phyllips, Pharsalia gastly fields eche day The cromming rauening foules, and cruell beasts, Long fed, with gobbets bigge of manly breasts. Beside all this, the coast he scoured quyte Of Sicill sea, and ships to warre yoyght With force of armes did win: and hauock made Of propre subiects, slaine with his owne blade. The rundle round of lands with mightie maine Of noble chieftaines stroake, reboyles againe. Antonius ouercome in nauale fight, To Egipt poasts in ships preparde to flight: Not looking long to liue, nor hoping life. Incestuous Egipt (through Antonius wife) That worthy Romaine princes bloud, did sucke: And couerd lye their goasts with durtie mucke. Long wicked, waged ciuile warre, there stayed, In Marke Antonius graue, with him ylayed. Augustus at the last, of conquest great His dulled swords, that wounded soules did beat In peaceable sheaths reposde, hath layde at rest: And feare doth rule, and guide his kingdome best. By readie force of armes at all assayes, And Captaynes sayth he shéeldes himselfe alwayes: Whome now his sonnes most worthy vertues prayse, To heauen a consecrated God doth rayse, And causeth all, in Churches for to place The sacred Picture of prince Claudius grace. And vs, the starrie raigne of Gods shall byde If first, with dreadfull sword about vs wyde, We wype away, what so our person staine: And found our court with worthy stem againe.