Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Shall I alone to do, forbidden be That every patch may do? that grieveth me No trifling toys the people looks to have Of him, that ought to rule with wisdom grave. It pleaseth us with daunted power to try, If people's rash conceived rage will fly. Seek rather for to please and calm their mood. Ill ruled is that reign where people wood, Their subject Prince doth wield, as they think good When nought that they require they can obtain, They justly then aggrieved are again. That gentle prayers cannot win with ease, By force to wring it out, it doth us please. An hard thing 'tis the people not to have That of their Prince, which they do justly crave. And horrible 'tis a Prince to be constrained. Let not your subjects then so sore be reigned. Why then the common brute abroad will be. How that the people have subdued me. That no man trusts that is of credit light. Be it so, yet many it marks with deadly spite. With country peers to meddle it is afraid, To quip and frump, 'tis nothing less dismayed. Your grace may easily couch that budding bruit Let Sainted sire's deserts with pliant suit, Your grace's mind remove: let spouses age, And courteous bashful shame disrump your rage. Leave off (I say) that we intend to grudge. For now your talk our patience moveth much: I pray you let it lawful be to do, That Senec giveth not advise unto. And we our people's wishes do defer, While Poppy feel in wombling womb to star, The pledge of faithful love to me and her. Why do we not appoint the morrow next, whenas our marriage pomp may be context? THrough paunch of rivened earth, from Pluto's reign With ghostly steps, I am returned again. In writhled wrists, that blood do most desire, For guiding wedlock vile with Stygian fire. Let Poppy, which these cressets coupled sure, Unto my son be joined in marriage pure: Whom mother's grief, and hand revenging wracks, Shall send with heave and hoe to funeral stacks I always do remember well beneath Where piteous, ghostly, crawling souls do breathe, Th'unkindly slaughterous deed, which to our sprite Yet unrevenged is grievous and of right: And for the good I did a cruel prize, That deadly framed ship in crafty wise: And due reward that he gave me again, For helping him to rule of Empyres reign: And eke that night, whenas I did bewail, Both loss of ship wherein we then did sail, And mates unhappy death, and while I thought, For this accursed deed to have beseeched The Gods to trickling tears he gave scant time But twice increased hath his devilish crime. Quite slain with sword, thrust through my bodies bounds And filthy laid through gory mattering wounds, Delivered safe from seas, devouring sup, In antic court my ghost I yielded up. Nor yet his cankered, and unsatiate hate. For all this blood doth Nero once abate.
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Shall I alone to do, forbidden be That euery patch may do? that grieueth mee No tryfling toyes the people lookes to haue Of him, that ought to rule with wiſdome graue. It pleaſeth vs with daunted power to trye, If peoples raſh conceiued rage will flie. Seeke rather for to pleaſe and calme their moode. Ill ruled is that raygne where people wood, Their ſubiect Price doth weld, as they thinke good When nought that they require they can obtayne, They iuſtly then agrieued are agayne. That gentle prayers cannot win with eaſe, By force to wring it out, it doth vs pleaſe. An hard thing tis the people not to haue That of theyr Prince, which they do iuſtly craue. And horrible 'tis a Prince to be conſtraynd. Let not your ſubiectes then ſo ſore be raynd. Why then the common brute abroade wil be. How that the people haue ſubdued mee. That no man truſtes that is of credite light. Be it ſo, yet many it markes with deadly ſpyghte. With countrie peeres to medle it is afrayd, To quip and frump, 'tis nothing leſſe diſmayd. Your grace may eaſly couch that budding bruite Let Sayncted ſires deſertes with pliant ſute, Your graces mynd remoue: let ſpouſes age, And curteous baſhfull ſhame diſrumpe your rage. Leaue off (I ſay) that we entend to grutch. For now your talke our pacience moueth much: I pray you let it lawful be to do, That Senec geueth not aduyſe vnto. And we our peoples wiſhes do defer, While Poppie feele in wombling wombe to ſterre, The pledge of faythful loue to me and her. Why do we not appoynt the morrow next, When as our mariage pompe may be context? THrough paunch of riuened earth, from Plutoes raigne With ghoſtly ſteps, I am returnd agayne. In writhled wriſtes, that bloud do moſt deſyre, Forguyding wedlocke vyle with Stygian fire. Let Poppie, which theſe creſſets coupled ſure, Vnto my ſonne be ioynd in mariage pure: Whom mothers griefe, and hand reuenging wrackes, Shal ſend with heaue and hoe to funeral ſtackes I always do remember wel beneath Where piteous, ghoſtly, crauling ſoules do breath, Th'unkindly ſlaughterous deede, which to our ſpright Yet vnreuengd is grieuous and of right: And for the good I did a cruell priſe, That deadly framed ſhip in crafty wyſe: And due reward that he gaue me agayne, For helping him to rule of Empyres raygne: And eake that night, when as I did bewayle, Both loſſe of ſhippe wherin we then did ſayle, And mates vnhappye death, and whyle I thoughte, For this accurſed deede to haue beſought The Gods to trickling teares he gaue ſcant tyme But twice encreaſed hath his deuilliſh cryme. Quite ſlayne with ſword, thruſt through my bodyes boundes And ſilthy layed through goary mattring woundes, Deliuered ſafe from ſeas, deuouring ſup, In antique court my ghoſt I yeelded vp. Nor yet his cancred, and vnſatiate hate. For all this bloud doth Nero once abate.