Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Shall I alone to do, forbidden be, That every patch may do? that grieveth me. No trifling toys, the people looks to have Of him, that aught to rule with wisdom grave. It pleaseth us, with daunted power, to try, If people's rash conceived rage, will fly. Seek rather for to please, and calm their mood. Ill ruled is that reign where people wood, Their subject prince doth wield, as they think good. When nought that they require they can obtain, They justly then aggrieved are again. That gentle prayers can not win with ease, By force to wring it out, it doth us please. An hard thing 'tis the people not to have That of their Prince, which they do justly crave. And horrible 'tis a Prince to be constrained. Let not your subjects then so sore be rained. Why then the common brute abroad will be. How that the people have subdued me. That no man trusts, that is of credit light. Be it so, yet many it marks with deadly spite. With country peers to meddle, it is afraid. To quip and frump, 'tis nothing less dismayed. Your grace may easily couch that budding brute. Let sainted sires deserts with pliant suit, Your grace's mind, remove: let spouses age, And courteous bashful shame disrump your rage. Leave off, I say, that we intend, to grudge. For now your talk, our patience moveth much: I pray you let it lawful be to do, That Seneck giveth not advise unto. And we, our people's wishes do defer, While Poppy feel in wombling womb to stir, The pledge of faithful love to me, and her. Why do we not appoint the morrow next, When as our marriage pomp may be context? THrough paunch of rivened earth, from Pluto's rain With ghostly steps, I am returned again. In writhled wrists that blood do most desire, Forguiding wedlock vile, with Stygian fire. Let Poppy 〈◊〉 these tressets coupled sure, Unto my son be joined in marriage pure: Whom mother's grief, and hand revenging wracks, Shall send with heave and hoe, to funeral stacks. I always do remember well beneath, Where piteous, ghostly, crawling souls do breath, Th' unkindly, slaughterous deed, which to our sprite Yet unrevengde, is grievous, and of right. And, for the good I did, a cruel prise, That deadly framed ship in crafty wise: And due reward, that he gave me again, For helping him to rule of Empyres reign: And eke that night, when as I did bewail, Both less of ship, wherein we then did sail, And mates unhappy beath: and while I thought, For this accursed died, to have besought The Gods, to trickling tears he gave scant time, But twice increased hath his devilish crime. Quite slain with sword, thrust through my bodies bosids And filthy laid through gory mattering ing wounds, Delivered safe, from seas devouring ing sup, In antic court, my ghost I yielded up. Nor yet his cankered, and unfatiate hate, For all this blood, doth Nero once abate.
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Shall I alone to do, forbidden bée, That euery patch may do? that gréeueth mée. No tryfling toyes, the people lookes to haue Of him, that ought to rule with wisedome graue. It pleaseth vs, with daunted power, to trye, If peoples rashe conceyued rage, will flye. Seeke rather for to please, and calme their mood. Ill ruled is that raigne where people wood, Their subiect prince doth weld, as they thinke good. When nought that they require they can obtaine, They iustly then agrieued are againe. That gentle prayers can not win with ease, By force to wring it out, it doth vs please. An hard thing 'tis the people not to haue That of their Prince, which they do iustly craue. And horrible 'tis a Prince to be constraind. Let not your subiects then so sore be raind. Why then the common brute abroade wil be. How that the people haue subdued mee. That no man trusts, that is of credit light. Be it so, yet many it marks with deadly spight. With countrie péeres to meddle, it is afraid. To quippe and frump, 'tis nothing lesse dismaid. Your grace may easly couch that budding brute. Let saincted syres deserts with pliant sute, Your graces mynde, remoue: let spouses age, And curteous bashfull shame disrump your rage. Leaue off, I say, that we entend, to grutch. For now your talke, our patience moueth much: I pray you let it lawfull be to do, That Seneck giueth not aduise vnto. And we, our peoples wishes do defer, While Poppie féele in wombling womb to ster, The pledge of faithfull loue to me, and her. Why do we not appoint the morrowe next, When as our mariage pompe may be context? THrough paunch of riuened earth, from Plutos rain With goastly steps, I am returnd again. In writhled wrists that bloud do most desyre, Forguiding wedlock vile, with Stygian fyre. Let Poppie these coupled sure, Vnto my soune be ioynde in mariage pure: Whome mothers griefe, and hand reuenging wracks, Shall send with heaue and hoe, to funerall stacks. I alwayes doe remember well beneath, Where piteous, ghostly, crauling souls doe breath, Th' vnkindly, slaughterous déede, which to our spright Yet vnreuengde, is gréeuous, and of ryght. And, for the good I did, a cruell pryse, That deadly framed ship in crafty wise: And due reward, that he gaue me agayne, For helping him to rule of Empyres raigne: And eke that night, when as I did bewayle, Both lesse of ship, wherin we then did sayle, And mates vnhappy beath: and while I thought, For this accuessed dede, to haue besought The Gods, to trickling teares he gaue scant tyme, But twice encreased hath his diuelish crime. Quyte slaine wt sword, thrust through my bodies bosids And layed through goae mating wounds, Deliuered safe, from seas ing sup, In antique court, my goast I yeelded vp. Nor yet his cancred, and vnfatiate hate, For all this bloud, doth Nero once abate.