Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 504 words
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Those villains shall be sure, to have each day. Ah Provender pricks that vile rebellious race, Ne can they once our favour well embrace, Nor be content, with peace in quiet state, But broiling raumpe about with troubled gate. Hereon with boldness strait hereon they fly, With hare-brained rashness headlong by and by. Well, they must tamed be with heavy stroke, And down be kept with poise of weighty yoke: That they, with like attempt, do not arise, Nor once cast up their deadly peasant's eyes, Against our loving spouses golden looks: First punish them sure, than fear shall be their books, To teach them, at their Prince's beck t'obeyobey. But see at hand, whom faith, and virtue rare, Lieutenant chief of camps, appointed there. THe vulgar people's rash unruly rage, The slaughter of a few did soon assuage, Which long withstood our valiant force in vain, To tell your grace this news, I come again. And is this then enough, dost thou so well, O soldier mark what doth thy captain tell? Hast thou with held thy hand from bloody ire? Is this the due revenge that we require? The captain guides of treason paid their hire, By desperate death of bloody sword in fight. The rout which sought with flaming fire to light, Our royal Palace great, who would assign Their Prince what he should do: and pull in fine Our mate from us dissolving wedlock bands: Whose hardy slanderous tongues, & wicked hands, Her princely grace reproachfully withstands, From due revenge, are they dysmissed free? Shall subjects pain, by grief assigned be? It shall assign which time shall never wear. Which neither wrath may end, nor yet our fear? She shall appease our high displeased mind, Who first, our wrath deserved due to find. Declare whose death your mood doth most require Let not my hand be stayed from your desire. It seeks our sister's death, and traitorous head. Those words through all my limbs, hath stiffness spread, Oppressed with grisly fear: Us to obey Stands thou in doubt? On faith why do you lay So great a fault? Because thou sparedst our foe. Deserves a woman to be termed so? If treason she begin. Is any man So sure, that her accuse of treason can? The people's rage: Those mad unwieldy wights Who order could? Who could stir up their spirits? No creature as I think. A woman could, In whom a mind Dame nature hath upfould, To mischief prone: she armed hath her heart, To hurt by miles: yet strength she set a part, Lest she undaunted force with her should bear: But now her slender power with doubting fear, Is quickly quailed, or else with punishment, Which her condemned state to mischief bend, To late doth end: away with grave advise, Us with entreating seek not to entice. Dispatch that we command on shipboard borne, far off to shore aloof with dashing worn, Command she be: that tunlike swelling breast At length in storming stomach may take rest.
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Those villaines shal be sure, to haue eche day. Ah Prouender pricks that vyle rebellious race, Ne can they once our fauour well embrace, Nor be content, with peace in quiet state, But broyling raumpe about with troubled gate. Hereon with boldnesse straight hereon they flie, With harebraind rashnesse hedling by and by. Well, they must tamed be with heauy stroke, And downe be kept with peise of weightie yoke: That they, with like attempt, doe not arise, Nor once cast vp their deadly peasaunts eyes, Against our louing spouses golden lookes: First punish them sure, then feare shal be their bookes, To teache them, at their Princes beck t'obaye. But sée at hand, whome fayth, and vertue rare, Lieutenant chiefe of camps, appointed thare. THe vulgare peoples rash vnruly rage, The slaughter of a fewe did sone asswage, Which long wtstode our valiant force in vain, To tel your grace this newes, I come againe. And is this then ynough, doest thou so well, O souldiour marke what doth thy captaine tell? Hast thou with held thy hand from bloudie yre? Is this the due reuenge that we requyre? The captaine guides of treason payd their hyre, By desperate death of bloudie sworde in fight. The rout which sought with flaming fyre to light, Our royall Pallace great, who would assigne Their Prince what he should doe: and pull in fine Our mate from vs dissoluing wedlocke bandes: Whose hardie slaunderous tongs, & wicked handes, Hir princely grace reprochfully withstandes, From due reuenge, are they dysmissed frée? Shall subiectes payne, by griefe assigned bée? It shall assigne which time shall neuer weare. Which neyther wrath may ende, nor yet our feare? Shée shall appease our hie displeased minde, Who first, our wrath deserued due to finde. Declare whose death your mood doth most require Let not my hande be stayde from your desire. It seekes our sisters death, and trayterous hed. Those wordes through all my lims, hath stifnesse spred, Opprest with griesly feare: Us to obay Stands thou in doubt? On fayth why do you lay So great a fault? Bycause thou sparedst our foe. Deserues a woman to be termed so? If treason she begin. Is any man So sure, that hir accuse of treason can? The peoples rage: Those madde vnweldie wights Who ordre could? Who could stir vp their sprits? No creature as I thinke. A woman could, In whome a mind Dame nature hath vpfould, To mischiefe prone: shée armed hath hir hart, To hurt by myles: yet strength shée set a part, Least shée vndaunted force with hir should beare: But now hir slender power with doubting feare, Is quickly quaylde, or else with punishment, Which hir condemned state to mischiefe bent, To late doth ende: away with graue aduise, Us with entreating séeke not to entyse. Dispatch that we commaund on shipboorde borne, Farre off to shore aloofe with dashing worne, Commaund she be: that tunlike swelling brest At length in storming stomack may take rest.