Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Him prisoner caught, and did him surely bind, So much the more, how much Seneck his mind Did seek to change, and wild from love to wield. And Venus chief in love hath made him yield. O in beauty passing all, what beds than down More soft, have borne thy weight: when thou with crown Didst sit in mids of court, the Senate all At thy great beauty aghast, thou didst appall: Whilst thou the Gods with perfume sensedst fine, And sacred altars drenched with thankful wine, Thy head attired with veil of yellow hue. By Caesar's side thou went'st as princess new: When he aloft extolleth above the rest, With haughty courage merrily went to feast. Like as King Peleus went some times to take Queen Tethis, whom salt seas some bred, his make Whose briding chambers, banquetwise ydrest, The God's vouchsaaft to hollow with their hest, Both they that rule in skies, and eke in seas. But tell, O Lady, tell, if it you please, What sudden chance doth shade your beauty's light? What means your colour change from red to white? What moves those trickling tears, how stands your plight? With dreams, and grisly sights, this last night nurse, My mind was troubled sore, but frayed much worse. For when sir Phoeb his weary course had rid, While quiet resting night each thing shaded, My senses weary fell in slumber deep, While Nero me within his arms did cléepe. Resolving limbs, at length 'gan sleep discharge, And long I rest not under quiets targe. For lo, I saw a rout, that brought me fear, Come to my chamber with dishevelled hear: The Matrons sage of Latin land did mourn, And sounded shrycking sighs as though forlorn They were, the dolefulst wights that live on ground. And oft among the warlike trumpets sound, I saw my husbands mother terribly stand, With threatening look bewrayed with blood, in hand, A light fire brand she bore which oft she shook, And made me go with her, through fearful look. When down we came through opened earth, she led The way, I after went with bowing head, And musing much thereat, mark what I say, My bed, me thought I saw, wherein I lay, When first espoused I was to Rufe Cryspine: And he me thought, with first son of his line, With many following them, against me fast Did come, and me to cléepe did swift his haste, And as he wouted was, he kiss me oft. Then rushed into my house, with pace not soft Amazed Nero sore, in Crispines' breast That hid his falchion keen: fear shaked of rest From me: I trembling stood with quivering fear, And breast dismayed to speak made me forbear. Till now O nurse I met with thee, whose trust, And faith into these words have made me burst. Alas what threateneth me each grisly spirit? What means of husband's blood that doleful sight?
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Him prisoner caught, and did him surely binde, So much the more, how much Seneck his minde Did seeke to chaunge, and wild from loue to wéeld. And Venus chiefe in loue hath made him yéeld. O in beautie passing all, what beds than downe More soft, haue borne thy weght: when yu with crowne Didst sit in middes of court, the Senate all At thy great beautie agast, thou didst appall: Whylst thou the Goddes with perfume sensedst fyne, And sacred altars drencht with thankfull wyne, Thy hed attyrde with veyle of yellowe hiewe. By Cesars syde thou wentst as princesse newe: When he aloft extolde aboue the reast, With hautie courage meryly went to feast. Like as King Peleus went some tymes to take Quéene Tethis, whom salt seas some bredde, his make Whose briding chambers, banquetwise ydrest, The Gods vouchsaaft to hallow with their hest, Both they that rule in skies, and eke in seas. But tell, O Ladie, tell, if it you please, What sodaine chaunce doth shade your beauties light? What meanes your colour chaunge from red to white? What moues those trickling teares, how standes your plighte? With dreames, and griesly sights, this last night nurse, My minde was troubled sore, but frayd much worse. For when sir Phoeb his werie course had rid, Whyle quiet resting night eche thing shadid, My senses wearie fell in slumber déepe, Whyle Nero me within his armes did cléepe. Resoluing lims, at length gan sléepe discharge, And long I rest not vnder quiets targe. For loe, I saw a rout, that brought me feare, Come to my chamber with disheueled heare: The Matrons sage of Latin lande did mourne, And sounded shrycking syghes as though forlorne They were, the dolefulst wights that liue on grounde. And oft among the warlike trumpets sounde, I sawe my husbandes mother terribly stande, With threatning looke berayed with bloud, in hande, A light fyre brand shée bare which oft shée shooke, And made me goe with hir, through fearefull looke. When downe we came through op'ned earth, she led The way, I after went with bowing hed, And musing much thereat, marke what I say, My bed, me thought I saw, wherein I laye, When first espousde I was to Rufe Cryspine: And he me thought, with first sonne of his line, With many following them, against me fast Did come, and me to cléepe did swift his hast, And as he wouted was, he kisse me oft. Then rusht into my house, with pace not soft Amased Nero sore, in Crispines brest That hidde his fauchion kene: feare shakte of rest From me: I trembling stoode with quiuering feare, And brest dismaide to speake made me forbeare. Tyll now O rse I met with thée, whose trust, And faith into these words haue made me brust. Alas what threatneth me eche griesty sprite? What meanes of husbands bloude that dolefull sight?