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 · 483 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.
Amazed Nero sore, in Chrispine's breast That hid his falchion keen: fear shaked of rest From me: I trembling stood with quivering fear, And breast dismayed to speak made me forbear. Till now (O Nurse) I met with thee, whose trust, And faith into these words have made me burst. Alas, what threateneth me each grisly sprite? What means of husband's blood that doleful sight? The hidden sacred vain that moveth swift, Which fantasy we call by secret drift, When we do take our rest doth show again, The things both good and bad that broil in brain: You marvel that you saw your make, and bower, His ghostly funeral stacks, at that same hour Round clasped close in arms of husband new: Hereto, the beaten breasts with hands moved you, And maidens hair, on marriage day displayed: Octauias friends with heavy hearts bewrayed, Amids her brothers both and father's hall Their heavy cheer for her unlucky fall. That dreadful blazing flame of fire forborn In Agrippina's hand your grace before. Which you did follow streigth declares renown To you, though envy strive to keep it down: The seat you saw beneath doth promise you Your state to stand full sure not changing new: That Nero prince in Crispins throat did hide His sword, it tells that he in peace shall bide, Unknown to bloody ruthful war for aye. Therefore (Madam) pluck up your heart I pray: Receive both mirth and glee cast fear aside, With joy, and ease you may in bower abide. To temples high where mighty Gods do dwell, I will repair, and offerings to them fell In humble wise their heavy wrath t'appease, And me of mighty sight, and dreams to ease. My second wish shall be, that this fear all Upon my foes as sudden chance may fall. O Nurse pray thou for me some vows do make Toth' Gods, that ghostly fear his flight my take. IF stealth disclosed by blabbing fame, And lusty, pleasant, thankful love, Of JOVE be true: who form did frame Of swan to come from skies above, And did enjoy the sweet consent Of Lady Leda's loves delight: Who like a Bull his labour spent, Through flowing floods to carry quite, EUROPA slily stolen away: He will no doubt leave reign of Sky And POPPIES love disguised assay. If he her sovereign beauty spy. Which he might well prefer before Fair Leda's sugared sweet delight: And DANAE whom he won of yore, Amazed with golden shower so bright: Let SPARTE now for Helen's sake Of beauty bragging fame upraise: Admit the TROJAN herdman make Of gained spoil triumphant praise: Fair HELEN here is stained quite: Whose beauty bred such boiling ire, That earth was matched even in sight With TROJAN towers consumed with fire. But who is this that runs with fear oppressed? Or else what news brings he in panting breast?
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Amaſed Nero ſore, in Chryſpines breaſt That hidde his faulchion ene: feare ſhakte of ret From mee: I trembling ſtode with quiuering feare, And breſt diſmayd to ſpeake made me forbeare. Til now (O Nurſe) I met with thee, whſe truſt, And fayth into theſe wordes haue made me bruſt. Alas, what threatneth mee eche grieſly ſpright? What meanes of huſbands bloud that doleful ight? he hidden ſacred vayne that moueth ſwift, Which fantaſie we call by ſecret drift, When we do take our reſt doth ſhew agayne, The thinges both good and bad that broyle in brayne: You maruel that you ſaw your make, and bower, His ghoſtly funerall ſtackes, at that ſame hower Round claſped cloſe in armes of huſband new: Hereto, the beaten breaſtes with handes mou'd you, And maydens hayre, on mariage day diſplayd: Octauias friendes with heauy hartes bewrayed, Amids hir brothers both and fathers hall Their heauy cheere for her vnluckye fall. That dreadful blaſing flame of fyre forborne In Agryppynas hand your grace beforne. Which you did follow ſtreigth declares renowne To you, though enuye ſtryue to keepe it owne: The ſeat you ſaw beneath doth promiſe you Your ſtae to ſtand ful ſure not chaunging new: That Nero prince in Criſpins throat did hyde His ſword, it telles that he in peace ſhall byde, Vnknowen to bloudy ruthful warre for aye. Therfore (Madam) plucke vp your hart I pray: Receiue both mirth and glee caſt feare aſyde, With ioy, and eaſe you may in bowre abide. To temples hie where mighty Gods do dwell, I wil repayre, and offringes to them fell In humble wyſe their heauy wrath t'ppeaſe, And me of mighty ſight, and dreams to eaſe. My ſecond wiſh ſhal be, that this feare all Vppon my foes as ſodayne chaunce may fall. O Nurſe pray thou for mee ſome vowes do make Toth' Gods, that ghoſtly feare his flight my take. IF ſtealth diſcloaſde by blabbing fame, And luſty, pleaſaunt, thankfull loue, Of IOVE be true: who fourme did frame Of ſwan to come from ſkies aboue, And did enioy the ſweete conſent Of Ladye LEDAS loues delight: VVho like a Bull his labour ſpent, Through flowing floods to cary quite, EVROPA ſlylie ſtolne awaye: Hee will no doubt leaue raygne of Skye And POPPIES loue diſguiſd aſſaye▪ If hee her ſoueraygne beauty ſpye. VVhich hee might wel preferre before Fayre LAEDAS ſugred ſweete delight: And DANAE whom hee wonne of yore, Amaſde with golden shoure ſo bright: Let SPARTE now for HELENS ſake Of beauty bragging fame vprayſe: Admit the TROIAN heardman make Of gayned ſpoyle tryumphant prayſe: Fayre HELEN here is ſtayned quight: VVhoſe beauty bredde ſuch boyling yre, That earth was matched euen in ſight VVith TROIAN towres conſumde with fyre. But who is this that runnes with feare oppreſt? Or els what newes bringes he in panting breaſt?