Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 435 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
DO not, alas, thus sore lament, But rather yet your mourning stay, Sith that the city whole is bent To celebrate this joyful day: lest your great love and favour both, Which I do count to be most sure, The more cause Nero me to loath, And eke his bitter wrath procure: And I fall out to be the ground To you of many mischiefs vile, This same is not the first deep wound, That I have felt now this good while: Far worse than this have I abode: But of these troublous cares this day Shall make an end I trust in God, Although with Death he do me pay, No man to see shall me constrain His bended brows knit furrowise, Nor step within the Chamber ragyne Of maid dressed up in bridal guise Augustus' sister I will be, And not his wife as wont I was: But only pains remove from me, And fear of death I will not pass. Yet canst thou piteous wretch once trust, Thy cruel husbands father law, Or these few things to have so lust While mischiefs yet in mind are raw? Now long reserved, until this day, And these same marriage rites be passed, Thou shalt poor wretch without delay, A bloody offering die at last. Why thus with tears disfigured sore Thy wonted home dost thou behold? Make haste to shun this deadly shore And leave this slaughterous PRINCE's fold. Lo see that day suspected long And whispered Fame in all men's ears, With glistering pomp of bridal throng, To us poor wretches now appears. And Claudius' brood Octauias grace, From Nero's wedlock place expelled, Departed is, whose spousal space, Hath Poppy conqueror long time held. The while, our piety couched lies Kept down with heavy, cumbrous fear. And slow revenging grief likewise: Where doth the people's power appear, That broke the force of Princes great, That conquerous city laws hath framed, That worthy men to honours seat Preferred, that war and peace proclaimed, That savage people strange did tame That Kings and Princes caught in fight Shut surely up in prison frame To keep them close from all men's sight Lo, which we cannot once abide, To see where Poppies image trim, Conjoined unto Nero's side All glistering bright shines very brim. Let force of Arms pull down that frame And match with ground that ladies face Too likely carved to his name, And snatch her down from beddig place, And let it forthwith fly with brands With Darts and javelins fiercely flung, From pithy brawns and sturdy hands Unto the princes courtly throng.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
DO not, alas, thus ſore lament, But rather yet your mourning ſtay, Sith that the city whole is bent To celebrate this ioyful day: Leaſt your great loue and fauour both, Which I do count to be moſt ſure, The more cauſe Nero me to loth, And eake his bitter wrath procure: And I fal out to be the ground To you of many miſchieues vyle, This ſame is not the firſt deepe wounde, That I haue felt now this good whyle: Farre worſe then this haue I abode: But of theſe troublous cares this day Shall make an end I truſt in God, Although with Death he do me pay, No man to ſee ſhal me conſtrayne His bended browes knit furrowyſe, Nor ſtep within the Chamber ragyne Of mayde dreſt vp in brydall guiſe Auguſtus ſiſter I wil bee, And not his wyfe as wont I was: But onely paynes remoue from mee, And feare of death I wil not paſſe. Yet canſt thou piteous wreth once truſt, Thy cruell huſbandes father law, Or theſe few thinges to haue ſo luſt Whyle miſchieues yet in mynd are rawe? Now long reſerud, vntil this day, And theſe ſame maryage rytes be paſt, Thou ſhalt poore wretch without delay, A bloudy offring dye at laſt. Why thus with teares diſfigured ſore Thy wonted home doſt thou behold? Make haſt to ſhunne this deadly ſhore And leaue this ſtraughtrous Princes fold. Lo ſee that day ſuſpecttd long And whiſpered Fame in all mens eares, With gliſteryng pompe of brydall throng, To vs pore wretches now appeares. And Claudius broode Octauias grace, From Neroes wedlocke place expelde, Departed is, whoſe ſpouſall ſpace, Hath Poppie conquerour long tyme helde. The whyle, our pyety couched lyes Kept downe with heauy, combrous feare. And ſlow reuenging grief likewyſe: Where doth the peoples power appeare, That brake the force of Princes great, That conquerous city lawes hath framde, That worthy men to honours eat Preferd, that warre and peace proclaymd, That ſauage people ſtraunge did tame That Kinges and Princes caught in fight Shut ſurely vp in priſon frame To keepe them cloſe from all mens ſight Loe, which wee cannot once abyde, To ſee wher Poppies ymage trym, Conioyned vnto Neroes ſyde All gliſtring bright ſhynes very brim. Let force of Armes pul downe that frame And match with grounde that Ladyes face Too likely carued to his name, And ſnatch her downe from beddig place, And let it forthwith flye with brandes▪ With Dartes and Iauelins fiercely flonge, From pythy braunes and ſturdy handes Vnto the princes courtly throng.