Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 443 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
WHat sturdy champion stout doth joy with glee Our chieftains royal bower safe to see, Then to his court I counsel him to wend, 'gainst which the populus rout their force doth bend. The rulers run amazed to fetch the guard, And armed troops of men, their town to ward. Nor woodness rashly caught through fear doth cease, But more and more, their power doth increase. What sudden rage doth beat their brawling brain? The garrisons great with fury astoned again, And stirred up for Queen Octauias sake With monstrous mischief vile, their rage to slake, They rumbling rush into the Palace far. What dare they do, their counsellors who are? Advance their Empress old, subvert the new: And grant her, brothers beds as is her due. Which Poppy now, with whole consent doth hold? Yea that unbridled rage in breast uprolled, Sets them agog, and makes them wondrous wood. whatever image graven in marble stood, If Poppies badge it bore, or if in sight, It tended for to show her beauty bright, Though it on heavenly altars brave did stand, They break, or pull it down, with sword or hand. Some parts with ropes sure tide, they trail them forth Which spurned with dirty feet, as though nought worth With filthy stinking mire, they it all bewray. And with their deeds their talk doth jump agree, Which mine amazed mind, thinks true to be For fiery flames they threat for to prepare, Wherewith to waste, the PRINCE's Palace fair, Unless, unto their furious mood he give His second wife, and with Octavia live, But he by me shall know in what hard stay The City stands: the rulers I'll obey. A lack, what made you cruel wars, in vain To move, sith prisoner love you can not gain You can not him overcome, your fiery flame He recketh not: his sire overcomes the same. He darkened hath those thundering thumps that shake Heaven, Earth, Hell, sea, all things that makes to quake. Yea mighty Ioue, in heaven that wears chief crown His flames from welkin high hath brought adown. And you, not victors now, but vanquished, Shall ransom pay, the price of heart's blood red. Love, patient can not be, but hight in rage, No easy thing it is, his wrath t'assuage, Achilles worthy sight, that was so stout, To twang the Harp he made in Lady's rout, Prince Agamemnon stern that boy benumbed, And rabble rude of Greeks with love brands burned. King Priam's reign he topsy-turvy tossed, Aud goodly Cities great he chiefly lost. And now my mind sore frighted stands aghast, What Cupid's furious force brings us at last.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WHat ſturdy champion ſtoute doth ioy with glee Our chieftaynes royal bower ſafe to ſee, Then to his court I counſel him to wend, Gainſt which the populus rout their force doth bend. The rulers runne amaſde to fetch the gard, And armed troupes of men, theyr towne to ward. Nor woodnes raſhly cought through feare doth ceaſſe, But more and more, their power doth encreaſe. What ſodain rage doth beat their brling braine? The gariſons great with fury aſtonde againe, And ſturred vp for Queene Octauias ſake With monſtrous miſchiefe vile, their rage to ſlake, They rumbling ruſh into the Pallace farre. What dare they do, their counſailers who are? Aduaunce their Empreſſe old, ſuburt the new: And graunt hir, brothers beds as is hir due. Which Poppie now, with hole conſent doth hold? Yea that vnbrideled rage in breſt vprold, Sets them agog, and makes them wondrous wood. What euer ymage grauen in marble ſtood, If Poppies badge it bare, or if in ſight, It tended for to ſhew hir beauty bryght, Though it on heauenly altares braue did ſtand, They break, or pull it down, with ſword or hand. Some parts with ropes ſure tide, they trayle thē forth Which ſpurnd wt durty feete, as though naught worth With thy ſtinking myre, they it all beray. And with their deedes their talke doth iumpe agree, Which mine amaſed minde, thinks true to bee For fierie flames they threat for to prepare, Wherewith to waſte, the princes Pallace faire, Vnleſſe, vnto their furious moode he giue His ſecond wife, and with Octauia liue, But he by me ſhall know in what hard ſtay The City ſtands: the rulers Ile obay. A lack, what made you cruell warres, in vaine To moue, ſith priſoner loue you can not gaine You can not him ouercome, your fiery flame He recketh not: his ſyre ouercomes the ſame. He darkened hath thoſe thundring thumps that ſhake Heauen, Earth, Hel, ſea, al things y• makes to quake. Yea mighty Ioue, in heauen that weares chief crowne His flames from welkin hie hath brought adowne. And you, not victors now, but vanquiſhed, Shall rauſome pay, the price of hearts bloud red. Loue, pacient can not be, but hote in rage, No eaſie thing it is, his wrath t'aſwage, Achilles worthy ight, that was ſo ſtout, To twang the Harpe he made in Ladies rout, Prince Agamemnon ſterne that boy benund, And rable rude of Greekes with loue bronds bumd. King Priams raigne he topſie tuuie toſt, Aud goodly Cities great he chiefly loſt. And now my minde ore frighted ſtands agaſt, What Cupides furious force brings vs at laſt.