Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 492 words
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The hidden sacred vain that moveth swift, Which fantasy we call by secret drift, When we do take our rest, doth show again, The things both good and bad that broil in brain. You marvel that you saw your make, and bower, His ghostly funeral stacks, at that same hour, Round clasped close in arms of husband new: Hereto, the beaten breasts with hands moved you, And maidens hear, on marriage day displayed: Octavia's friends with heavy hearts, bewrayed, Amids her brother's booth, and father's hall Their heavy cheer, for her unlucky fall. That dreadful blazing flame of fire foreborne In Agryppinas hands, your grace before, Which you did follow straight, declares renown To you, though envy strive to keep it down: The seat you saw beneath, doth promise you Your state to stand full sure, not changing new: That Nero prince in Crispin's throat did hide His sword, it tells that he in peace shall bide, Unknowen to bloody ruthful war for aye. Therefore, madame, pluck up your heart, I pray: receive both mirth, and glee, cast fear aside, With joy, and ease you may in bower abide. To temples hie, where mighty Gods do dwell, I will repair, and offerings to them fell In humble wise, their heavy wrath t'appease, And me of mighty sight, and dreams to ease, My second with shall be, that this fear all, Upon my foes as sudden chance may fall. O nurse, pray thou for me, some vows do make Toth' Gods, that ghostly fear his flight may take. IF stealth disclosed by blabbing fame, And lusty, pleasant, thankful love, Of Ioue be true: who fourine did frame Of Swan, to come from skies above, And did enjoy the sweet consent, Of Lady Leda's loves delight: Who like a Bull his labour spent, Through flowing floods to carry quite. Europa slily stolen away: He will no doubt, leave reign of sky And Poppies love disguised, assay. If he her sovereign beauty spy. Which he might well prefer before Fair Leda's sugared sweet delight: And Danaë whom he won of yore Amazed with golden shower so bright: Let Sparte now for Helen's sake Of beauty, bragging fame upraise: Admit the Trojan herdman make Of gained spoil triumphant praise: Fair Helen here is stained quite: Whose beauty bred such boiling ire, That earth was matched even in sight With Trojan towers consumed with fire. But who is this that runs with fear oppressed? Or else what news brings he in panting breast? WHat sturdy champion stout doth joy with glee Our chieftains royal bower safe to see, Then to his court, I counsel him to wend, 'Gainst which the populus rout their force doth bend. The rulers run amazed to fetch the guard, And armed troops of men, their town to ward. Nor woodness rashly caught through fear, doth cease, But more and more, their power doth increase. What sudden rage doth beat their broiling brain?
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The hidden sacred vaine that moueth swift, Which fantasie we call by secrete drift, When we do take our rest, doth shew againe, The things both good and bad that broyle in braine. You maruel that you saw your make, and bower, His goastly funerall stacks, at that same hower, Round clasped close in armes of husband new: Hereto, the beaten brests with hands mou'd you, And maidens heare, on mariage day displayed: Octauias friends with heauie harts, bewrayed, Amids hir brothers booth, and fathers hall Their heauie chéere, for hir vnlucky fall. That dreadfull blasing flame of fyre foreborne In Agryppinas hands, your grace beforne, Which you did follow streight, declares renowne To you, though enuy striue to kepe it downe: The seat you saw beneath, doth promise you Your state to stand full sure, not chaunging new: That Nero prince in Crispins throat did hyde His swerd, it tels that he in peace shall byde, Unknowen to bloudie ruthfull warre for aye. Therefore, madame, plucke vp your hart, I pray: Receyue bothe mirth, and glée, cast feare asyde, With ioye, and ease you may in bower abyde. To temples hie, where mightie Gods do dwell, I will repaire, and offrings to them fell In humble wise, their heauie wrath t'appease, And me of mighty sight, and dreames to ease, My second with shal be, that this feare all, Upon my foes as sodaine chaunce may fall. O nurse, pray thou for me, some vowes do make Toth' Gods, that gostly feare his flight may take. IF stelth disclosde by blabbing fame, And lustie, pleasaunt, thankfull loue, Of Ioue be true: who foune did frame Of Swan, to come from skies aboue, And did enioye the swéet consent, Of Ladie Laedas loues delight: Who like a Bull his labour spent, Through flowing fluds to carie quite. Europa sliely stolne away: He will no doubt, leaue raigne of skye And Poppies loue disguisde, assaye. If he hir soueraigne beautie spie. Which he might well prefer before Faire Laedas sugred swéete delight: And Danaë whome he won of yore Amasde with golden shower so bright: Let Sparte now for Helens sake Of beautie, bragging fame vpraise: Admitte the Troian heardman make Of gayned spoyle triumphant praise: Faire Helen here is stained quite: Whose beautie bredde such boyling yre, That earth was matched euen in sighte With Troian towers consumde with fyre. But who is this that runs with feare opprest? Or els what newes brings he in panting brest? WHat sturdie champion stout doth ioy with glee Our chieftaines royall bower safe to sée, Then to his court, I counsell him to wend, Gainst which the populus rout their force doth bend. The rulers runne amasde to fetch the garde, And armed troupes of men, their towne to warde. Nor woodnesse rashly cought through feare, doth ceasse, But more and more, their power doth increase. What sodain rage doth beat their broyling brain?