Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
DO not, alas, thus sore lament, But rather yet your mourning stay, Sith that the city whole is bend To celebrate this joyful day: Lest your great love, and favour both, Which I do count to be most sure, The more cause Nero me to loath, And eke his bitter wrath procure: And I fall out to be the ground To you of many mischiefs vile, This same is not the first deep wound, That I have felt now this good while: far worse than this have I abode: But of these troublous cares, this day Shall make an end, I trust in God, Although with death he do me pay. No man to see shall me constrain His bended brows knit furrowise, Nor step within the chamber reign Of maid dressed up in bridal guise. Augustus sister I will be, And not his wife, as wont I was: But only pains remove from me, And fear of death, I will not pass. Yet canst thou, piteous wretch, once trust, Thy cruel husband's father law, Or these few things to have so just While mischiefs yet in mind are raw? Now long reserved, until this day, And these same marriage rites be past, Thou shalt poor wretch, without delay, A bloody offering die at last. Why thus with tears disfigured sore Thy wont home dost thou behold? Make haste, to shun this deadly shore, And leave this slaughterous Prince's fold. Lo see that day suspected long, And whispered fame in all men's ears, With glistering pomp of bridal throng, To us poor wretches, now appears. And Claudius brood, Octavia's grace, From Nero's wedlock place expelled, Departed is, whose spousal space, Hath Poppy conqueror long time held. The while, our piety couched lies Kept down with heavy, cumbrous fear, And slow revenging grief likewise: Where doth the people's power appear, That broke the force of princes great, That conquerous city laws hath framed, That worthy men to honours seat Preferred, that war and peace proclaimed, That savage people strange did tame That kings and princes caught in fight, Shut surely up in prison frame, To keep them close from all men's sight? Lo, which we can not once abide, To see, where Poppies image trim, Conjoined unto Nero's side All glistering bright, shines very brim. Let force of arms pull down that frame And match with ground that lady's face Too likely carved to his name, And snatch her down from bedding place, And let it forthwith fly with brands With Darts and javelins fiercely flung, From pithy brawns and sturdy hands, Unto the princes courtly throng. FRom out of spousal bower dismayed with fear, Whither go you? what secrets daughter dear Unknowen, makes you to look so drouselye? Why spungelike looks your face with tears from eye That fell? of truth, the time desired long, And wished for by prayers, and vows among Hath shined bright. Caesar's wedlock are you: Your golden grace, whereof he took the view.
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DO not, alas, thus sore lament, But rather yet your mourning stay, Sith that the citie whole is bent To celebrate this ioyfull day: Least your great loue, and fauour both, Which I do count to be most sure, The more cause Nero me to loth, And eke his bitter wrath procure: And I fall out to be the ground To you of many mischieues vile, This same is not the first déepe wound, That I haue felt now this good while: Farre worsse than this haue I abode: But of these troublous cares, this day Shall make an ende, I trust in God, Although with death he doe me pay. No man to sée shall mée constraine His bended browes knit furrowise, Nor step within the chamber raigne Of maide drest vp in brydall guyse. Augustus sister I will bée, And not his wife, as wont I was: But onely paines remoue from mée, And feare of death, I will not passe. Yet canst thou, piteous wretch, once trust, Thy cruell husbands father law, Or these fewe things to haue so iust Whyle mischiefs yet in minde are raw? Now long reseru'd, vntill this day, And these same mariage rytes be past, Thou shalt poore wretch, without delay, A bloudie offring dye at last. Why thus with teares disfigured sore Thy wonted home doest thou beholde? Make haste, to shunne this deadly shore, And leaue this straughtrous Princes folde. Loe se that day suspected long, And whispered fame in all mens eares, With glistring pomp of brydall throng, To vs poore wretches, now appeares. And Claudius broode, Octauias grace, From Neros wedlock place expeld, Departed is, whose spousall space, Hath Poppie conquerour long tyme held. The whyle, our pietie couched lyes Kept downe with heauie, combrous feare, And slow reuenging griefe likewise: Where doth the peoples power appeare, That brake the force of princes great, That conquerous citie lawes hath framde, That worthy men to honors seat Preferd, that warre and peace proclaimde, That sauage people straunge did tame That kyngs and princes caught in fyght, Shut surely vp in prison frame, To kéepe them close from all mens syght? Loe, which we can not once abyde, To see, where Poppies ymage trim, Conioyned vnto Neros syde All glistring bright, shines very brim. Let force of armes pull downe that frame And match with ground that ladies face Too likely carued to his name, And snatch hir downe from bedding place, And let it forthwith flye with brandes With Darts and Iauelins fiercely flong, From pythie brawnes and sturdy handes, Unto the princes courtly throng. FRom out of spousall bower dismaied wt feare, Whither go you? what secrets daughter deare Unknowen, maks you to looke so drouselye? Why spungelike lokes your face wt teares frō eye That fell? of truth, the tyme desired long, And wisshed for by prayers, and vowes among Hath shined bright. Caesars wedlock are you: Your golden grace, whereof he toke the view.