Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Although by filthy force unjust Thy chastity he would annoy. Thee likewise whom thine own right hand, With sword did pierce, LUCRETIA true, Who tyrants rape could not withstand, Did bloody broils and wars ensue. And with her proud disdainful Make Lord Tarquin imp of cursed seed, Correction due doth TULLIA take For her unkindly shameless deed, Who on her Father's mangled corpse, To mischief bent, and wicked bane, The Carman she to drive did force, His cruel bruising wombling wane. And quite against all nature's law, Even from her own dismembered sire, The sacred rites she did withdraw, Denaying wonted burial fire This grief our woeful age doth feel, Through monstrous act against all kind, whenas in deadly crafty keel, To TYRRHEN seas, and wrestling wind, The proud presuming Prince did put, His mother trapped in subtle sort. The Mariners appointed cut, The swelling Seas from pleasant port. The clash resounds with stroke of oars, The Ship out launched apace doth spin, In surging froth aloof from shores, And ample course of seas doth win. Which gliding forth with loosened planks, In pressed streams with poised weight, The rifts do open closed cranks, That hidden were with secret sleight: And gulpeth up the leaking wave The woeful roaring noise and cry, With woman's shrieks themselves to save, Do reach and beat the starry sky. Then grisly present death doth dance Before their eyes with pining Cheeks: Whose deadly stroke and heavy chance For to avoid, than each man seeks: On rivened ribs some naked lie, And cut the beating waves in twain: And some their skilful swimming try, To get unto the shore again. The greatest part that sailed there, By destinies dire to men prefixed, In whirling swallows drowned were, The brinks of Seas and ground betwixt. Queen Agrippine her garments rends, She tears her ruffled locks of hair Abundant blubbering tears she spends, Through deep distress of fainting fear. Who when no hope of health she spies, Inflame with wrath, which woes appeased, O son, for so great gifts, she cries, Hast thou with such reward me pleased? This keel I have deserved sure, That bore and brought thee first to light: Who empire witless did procure, And Caesar's title for thy right. Show forth thy fearful spritish face, O Claudius now from Limbo lake, And of thy wife in wretched case, Revenge and due correction take. Thy death I causeless did conspire, Which now I rue with woeful heart: I dressed eke a funeral fire Unto thy son by deadly smart. Lo now as I deserved have, untombed go to thy guiltless Ghost, Enclosed in seas in stead of grave, And wrestling waves of Roman coast. The flashing flaws do flap her face, And on her speaking mouth do beat, Anon she sinks a certain space, Depressed down with surges great: Anon she fleets on weltering brim, And pats them of with tender hands Through fainting fear then taught to swim Approaching death, and fates withstands
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Although by filthy force vniust Thy chaſtity he would annoy. Thee likewyſe whom thyne owne right hande, VVith ſword did pearce, LVCRETIA true, VVho tyrantes rape could not withſtand, Did bloudy broyles and warres enſue▪ ANd with her proude diſdaynfull Make Lord TARQVIN ympe of curſed ſeede, Correction due doth TVLLIA take For her vnkindly ſhameles deede, VVho on her Fathers mangled corſe, To miſchiefe bent, and wicked bane, The Carman shee to driue did force, His cruell bruſing wombling wane. And quite agaynst all natures law, Euen from her owne diſmembred yre, The ſacred rytes she did withdraw, Denaying wonted burial fire This griefe our woeful age doth feele, Through monſtruous act agaynst all kinde, VVhen as in deadely crafty keele, To TYRRHEN ſeas, and wrastling wynd, The proude preſuming Prince did put, His mother trapt in ſubtil ſort▪ The Mariners appoynted cut, The ſwelling Seas from pleaſaunt port. The clash reſoundes with ſtroake of Ores, The Ship out launcht apace doth ſpinne, In ſurging froath aloofe from ſhores, And ample courſe of ſeas doth winne. VVhich glydyng forth with leuſned plankes, In preſſed ſtreames with peyſed weight, The riftes do open cloſed crankes, That hidden were with ſecrete ſleight: And gulpeth vp the leaking waue The woeful roaring noyſe and crye, VVith womans shrikes themſelues to ſaue▪ Do reach and beate the ſtarry ſkye. Then griely preſent death doth daunce Before their eyes with pyning Cheekes: VVhoſe deadly ſtroake and heauy chaunce For to auoyde, then each man ſeekes: On ryuened ribs ſome naked lie, And cutte the beating waues in twayne: And ſome theyr ſkilful ſwimming trye, To get vnto the shore agayne. The greateſt part that ſayled there, By deſtnies dire to men prefixt, In whirling ſwallowes drowned were, The brinkes of Seas and ground betwixt. Queene AGRIPPYNE her garments rendes, Shee teares her ruffled lockes of hayre Abundant blubbring teares she ſpendes, Through deepe diſtreſſe of faynting feare. VVho when no hope of health shee ſpies, Enflamde with wrath, which woes appeaſde, O ſonne, for ſo greate giftes, ſhee cryes, Hast thou with ſuch reward me pleaſd? This keele I haue deſerued ſure, That bare and brought thee first to light: VVho empyre witles did procure, And CAESARS title for thy ryght. Shew forth thy feareful ſpritish face, O CLADIVS now from Limbo lake, And of thy wyfe in wretched caſe, Reuenge and due correction take. Thy deth I cauſeles did conſpyre, VVhich now I rue with woeful harte: I dreſſed eake a funerall fyre Vnto thy ſonne by deadly ſmart. Lo now as I deſerued haue, Vntombde go to thy guiltles Ghoſt, Encloaſd in ſeas in ſtead of graue, And wreſtling waues of Romayne coaſt. The flaſshing flawes do flappe her face, And on her ſpeaking mouth do beate, Anone shee ſinkes a certayne ſpace, Depreſſed downe with ſurges grea: Anone shee fleetes on weltring brim, And pattes them of with tender handes Through faynting feare then taught to ſwim Approaching death, and fates withſtandes