Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 537 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
O piteous wretch, in vain, (alas) in vain Thou call'st upon thy father's senseless sprite: In whom, God wot, there doth no care remain Of mortal brood, that here doth take delight. Shall he, think you, assuage your sorry cheer, Or shape you forth some sleight, to appall your pain, That could prefer, before his Briton dear, Th'imperial throne, a strange begotten swain? And with incestial love benumbed quite His brother Germanick's daughter that could plight, And join to him in solemn marriage rites, With woeful, and unlucky lovers lights? Here sprang the role of hurly-burly great, Here beastly venomous slaughter 'gan to sweat, Here wily treasons trains appeared first, Here rules desire, and brutish bloody thirst. Syllanus first Prince Claudius' son in law, A bloody mangled offering fall we saw, That in our grace's Hymenaeal bed, Matched with you, he might not couch his head. O monstrous slaughter, worthy endless blame: In stead of gift unto that wanton dame, A Carcase cold poor soul, and cureless corpse, Sillane was given against his will perforce. And falsely then attached of traitor's crime, As one conspiring death in Claudius' time, With loathsome streaks spewed out upon the wall, He all bedashed your father's princely hall. Eft stepped into servile Palace stroke, To filthy vices lore, one easily broke. Of Devilish wicked with this Princocks proud: By stepdame's wile prince Claudius' Son avowed. Whom deadly dam did bloody match ylight: And thee, against thy will, for fear did plight. Through which success this Dame of courage fine, Durst venture, mighty Ioue to undermine. Who can so many cursed kinds report Of wicked hopes, and acts in any sort, Or such a woman's glossed guiles can name, That romps at rule, by all degrees of shame? Then holy sacred zeal put out of grace, Her staggering steps, directed forth apace, And stern Erinys in with deadly steps, To Claudius' Court, all desert left yleps. And with her dreary drakes of Stygian fort, Hath quite distained the sacred princely port. And raging riven in twain both natures lore, And right to wrongs misshapen form hath tore. That haughty minded dame first gave her make, A deadly poisoned cup, his thirst to slake. Straight ways again through vice unkindly touch, Her Nero caused with him in hell to couch. And thee, unhappy Britt. in all that broil, Till that of breath, and life he did despoil, Thilk greedy bloody tyrant never stint: Whose doleful death for aye we may lament. Ere while, unto the world the star that shone, And was the stay of princely court alone, Now lo, light ashes easily puffed aforne, And grisly ghost to grave with torch yborn. Whom blessed Babe, thy stepdame did lament: Nor from her gushing tears, did scarce relent, whenas she gave each trim appointed part, And goodly portrayed limbs with nature's art, Of flaming stack to be devoured quite, And saw the scorching fervent fire in sight Thy naked joints to ravin up apace And like the flittering God thy comely face. Dispatch he me least with this hand he fall. That power you, nature granted not at all. But wondrous dolour, great and wrathful ire, And miseries will it grant without desire.
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O piteous wretch, in vaine, (alas) in vaine Thou calſt vpon thy fathers ſenſeleſſe ſprite: In whome, God wot, there doth no care remaine Of mortall broode, that here doth take delight. Shall he, thinke you, aſſwage your ſory cheere, Or ſhape you forth ſome ſleight, t appall your paine, That could preferre, before his Brittan deere, Th'imperiall throne, a ſtraunge begotten ſwaine? And with inceſtiall loue benummed quyte His brother Germanicks daughter that could plyght, And ioyne to him in ſolemne mariage rites, VVith woefull, and vnlucky louers lightes? Here ſprang the roale of hurly burly great, Here beaſtly veuomous ſlaughter gan to ſweate, Here wylie treaſons traines appeared firſt, Here rules deſire, and brutiſh bloudy thirſt. Syllanus firſt Prince Claudius ſonne in lawe, A bloudy mangled offring fall we ſawe, That in our graces Hymaenea bed, Ymatcht with you, he might not couche his hed. O monſtrous ſlaughter, worthy endleſſe blame: In ſteade of gift vnto that wanton dame, A Carkaſſe colde pore ſoule, and cureleſſe corſe, Sillane was giuen againſt his will perforce. And falſly then attacht of traitors crime, As one conſpyring death in Claudius time, VVith lothſome ſtreakes ſpewde out vpon the wall, He all bedaſht your fathers princely hall. Eft ſtepped into ſeruile Pallace ſtroke, To filthy vices lore, one eaſly broke. Of Diueliſh wicked with this Princocks proude: By ſtepdames wyle prince Claudius Sonne auoude. VVhome deadly damme did bloudy match ylight: And thee, againſt thy will, for feare did plight. Through which ſucceſſe this Dame of corage fine, Durſt venture, mighty Ioue to vndermine. VVho can ſo many curſed kindes report Of wicked hopes, and actes in any ſort, Or ſuch a womans gloſed guyles can name, That raumpes at rule, by all degrees of ſhame? Then holy ſacred zeale put out of grace, Her ſtagring ſteppes, directed forth apace, And ſterne Erinnis in with deadly ſteps, To Claudius Court, all deſert left yleps. And with hir dririe drakes of Stygian fort, Hath quite diſtainde the ſacred princely port. And raging riuen in twaine both natures lore, And right to wrongs miſhapen fourme hath tore. That haughty minded dame firſt gaue her make, A deadly poyſoned cup, his thyrſt to ſlake. Straight wayes againe through viſe vnkindly touch, Her Nero cauſde with him in hell to couch. And thee, vnhappy Britt, in all that broyle, Till that of breth, and life he did diſpoyle, Thilk greedie bloudy tyraunt neuer ſtent: VVhoſe dolefull death for aye we may lament. Ere whyle, vnto the world the ſtarre that ſhone, And was the ſtay of princely court alone, Now loe, light aſhes eaſly puft aforne, And grieſly goaſt to graue with torche yborne. VVhom bleſſed Babe, thy ſtepdame did lament: Nor from hir guſhing teares, did ſcarce relent, VVhen as ſhee gaue eche trimme appointed parte, And goodly portraide limmes with natures arte, Of flaming ſtacke to be deuoured quite, And ſawe the ſcortching feruent fire in ſight Thy naked ioynts to rauin vp a pace And like the flittring God thy comely face. Diſpatch he me leaſt with this hand he fall. That power you, nature graunted not at all. But wondrous dolor, great and wrathfull yre, And miſeries will it graunt without deſyre.