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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11909	Seneca his tenne tragedies, translated into Englysh; Tragedies. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.; Neville, Alexander, 1544-1614.; Studley, John, 1545?-1590?; T. N. (Thomas Nuce), d. 1617.; Newton, Thomas, 1542?-1607.	1581 (1581)	STC 22221; ESTC S117108	299,823	450

your subiectes all Ne. Our foes to slea a cheftaynes vertue call Se. A worthier vertue t is in countries syre His people to defend with sword and fyre Ne. It wel beseemes such aged wightes to teach Vnbridled springolles yong and not to preache Both to a man and prince of ryper yeares Se. May rather frolicke youthful bloud appeares To haue more neede of counsell wyse and graue Ne. This age sufficient reason ought to haue Se. That heauenly powers your doinges may allow Ne A madnes t' were to Gods for me to bow When I my selfe can make such Gods to be As Claudius now ycounted is we see Se. So much the more because so much you may Ne. Our power permittes vs all without denay Se. Geue slender trust to Fortunes flattring face She topsie turuy turnes her wheele apace Ne. A patch he is that knoweth not what he may Se. A Princes prayse I compted haue alway To do that same which with his honor stoode Not that which franticke fancy counteth good Ne. If that I were a meacocke or a slouch Each stubborne clubbish daw would make mee couch Se. And whom they hate with force they ouerquell Ne. Then dynt of sword the prince defendeth well Se. But fayth more sure defence doth seeme to mee Ne. Ful meete it is that Caesar dreaded be Se. More meete of subiectes for to be belou'd Ne. From subiects myndes feare must not be remou'd Se. What so by force of armes you do wringe out A grieuous worke it is to bring aboute Ne. Well hardly then our will let them obay Se. Will nothing then but that which wel you may Ne. We wil decree what we shall best suppose Se. What peoples voyce doth ioyntly bynd or lose Let that confirmed stand Ne. Swordes bloudy dynt Shal cause them else at me to take their hint Se. God sheeld and far that facte from you remoue Ne. What then why Senec do you that approue That we contemnde despysde and set at nought With finger put in hole ful wysely wrought Our bodies bloud to seeke should them abyde That they might vs sometyme destroy vnspyde Their natiue countrey boundes to banisht bee Nor Plautius brest nor Scillas eake we see Hath broke or camd whose cankred churlish yre Shapes bloudy freakes to quench our bodyes fyre And chiefly when these trayterous absent clounes Such wondrous fauour fynd in cityes bownes Which those same exiles lingring hope doth feede Suspected foes with sword we wil out weede And so Octauia shall that ioly dame Continue after them their bloudy game And wend that way her nowne whyte brother went Such hye mistrusted thinges must needes be bent Se. It is O Prince a worthy famous thing Amids redoubted Lordes alone to ring And wysely worke your countries prayse to saue And wel your selfe to captiue folke behaue From cruell brutish slaughter to abstayne And voyde of moode to wreake your angry payne And to the world a quiet calme to geue That al your age in peace their liues may liue This is a Princes prayse without al cryme This is the path to heauen wherby we clyme So is Augustus prince and father cald Of countrie first in starbright throne ystald Whom as a God in minsters we adorne Yet troublous fortune tossed him beforne A great while long on lands and ruffling seas Vntil his fathers foes he could appease And throught wars diuerse course could quel them quite To you did fortune yeelde her power and might And raynes of rule without all bloud and fight And to your beck both land and seas hath bent Grim deadly enuye daunted doth relent The Senate Lordes gaue place with free consent The battaylous route of knights with willing hartes That same decree from sager sires departes Vnto the lay mens choyse do well agree Your grace the spring of peace they count to bee And chosen Iudge and guyde of mortal stocke Your grace your countreys sacred syre doth rocke And rule with princely gorgeous tytle bright The cyrcled world in rundel wyse ydight Which mighty mounting name to keepe so great This noble citty Rome doth you entreat And doth commend vnto your royall grace Her liuely limmes in charge for your liues space Ne. The gyft of Gods it is as we discus That Rome with Senate sorte doth honor vs And that the feare of our displeasure great From cankred enuyous stomackes maketh sweat Both humble talke and supplications meeke And were not feare all these would be to seeke Vnweldy combrous cityes members ill That Prince and countrey both do seeke to spill To leaue alyue which swell and puffed bee Bycause of lynage great and high degre What madnes meere is it when as we may Euen with a word such freakes dispatch away Sir Brutus sterne his brawnes and armes did dight His soueraygne liege to slayne by force and might That erst had holpen him and geuen him health And had endued him with princely wealth In brunt of raging warre vndaunted out That vanquisht many people strong and stoute Prince Caesar matcht by great degrees of power To loue in stately chayre of starry bower By diu'lish citizens wicked wyle was slayne What store of bloudy stiffling streames on molde Did tatred Rome of her owne lims beholde He by his noble vertues worthy prayse Whō peoples common bruite to heauē doth raise August among the Gods ysayncted well How many noble breastes did he compel How many springoldes young and hoary heads Each where disperst to lig in molded heds How many men did he bereaue of breath Tofore proscript that were condemnd to death When for the griesly feare of deadly dart From propre home they were constraind to part And flye Octauius force and Lepidus might And not abyde sterne Marke Antonius sight Which then the ample world at once did guyde That into kingdomes three they did deuyde To dumpish sadded syres with heauy cheere Their childrens griesly cropped pates appeere Hong out beforne the Senates iudgement seate For each man to behold in open streate Ne durst they once lament their piteaus case Nor inward seeme to mourne to Claudius face The market stead with bloud from bodies spued And lothsome mattrie streames is all imbrued And quite throughout their faces foule arayed The piteous gubbes of bloud drop downe vnstayd Nor here did this same slaughterous bloudshed stay Phillyps Pharsalia gastly fieldes each day The cromming rauening foules and cruell beastes Long fed with gobbets bigge of manlye breastes Besyde all this the cost he scoured quite Of Sicill sea and ships to ware ydyght With force of armes did win and hauocke made Of propper subiectes slayne with his owne blade The rundle round of landes with mighty mayne Of noble Chieftaynes stroake reboyles agayne Antonius ouercome in Nauale fight To Egipt poastes in shippes preparde to flight Not looking long to liue nor hoping life Incesteous Egipt through Antonius wyfe That worthy Romayne princes bloud did sucke And couerd lye their ghostes with durty mucke Long wicked waged ciuil warre there stayed

death of dompish graue Sith fates wil not permit thee life though I behest thee mine My selfe I shall in spite of fate my fatall twist vntwine This blade shall riue my bloudy breast my selfe I will dispoile Of soule and sinne at once through floods and Tartar gulphes that boyle Through Styx and through the burning Lakes I wil come after thee Thus may we please the lowring shades receiue thou heere of mee The parings of my Poll and Locks cut off from forehead torne Our hearts we could not ioyne in one yet wretches now farlorne We shal togeather in one day our fatall hower close If thou be loyall to thy spouse for him thy life then lose But if thou be vncestuous dye for thy louers sake Shall I vnto my husbandes bed agayne my corps betake Polluted with so haynous crime O death the chiefest ioy Of wounding shame Death onely ease of stinging Loues annoy We runne to thee embrace our sowles within thy gladsome breast Harke Athens harke vnto my talke and thou aboue the reste Thou Father worse vnto thy Child than bloudy stepdame I False forged tales I told with shame I fayning that did lye Which I of spite imagined when raging breast did swarue Thou father falsly punisht hast him that did not deserue The youngman chast is cast away for myne vncestuous vice Both bashful he and guiltles was now play thy wonted guyse My guilty breast with bloudy Launce of Sword deseru'd is riuen The Dirge toth ' dead to purge my spouse shal with my bloud be geuen Thou father of the stepdame learne what things thy Sōne should haue Of life depriued as to lay his carkasse in a graue Th. O wanny Iawes of blacke Auerne ●ake Tartar dungeon grim O Lethes Lake of woful Soules the ioy that therein swimme And eake ye glummy Gulphes destroy destroy me wicked wight And stil in pit of pangues let me be plunged day and night Now now come vp ye Gobline grim from water creekes alow What euer Proteus hugie swoln aloofe doth ouerflow Come dowse me drownd in swallowes depe that triumphe in my sinne And father thou that euermore ful ready prest hath binne To wreake myne yre aduentring Ia deede deseruing death With new found slaughter haue bereft myne onely Sonne of breath His tattred lims I scatred haue the bloudy field about Whyle th' innocent I punish doe by chaunce I haue found out The truth of al this wickednes heauen starres and sprites of hell I pester with my treachery that me doth ouerquell No mischiefes hap remayneth more iii. kingdomes know mee well We are returned to this World For this did Hell vnfold His gates that burials twayne I might and double death beholde Wherby I both a wyueles Wight andeak● a Sonles Sire May with one brand to wyse and Sonne enflame the funeral fire O tamer of blackefaced light Alcides now restore Thy booty brought from Hel redeeme to mee to mee therfore These Ghostes that now be gone ah sinful wretch to death in vayne I sue most vndiscrete by whom these wretched Wightes were slayne Imagining destruction sore aboute it wil I goe Now with thyne owne handes on thy selfe due vengeance do bestow A Pine tree bough downe straind perforce vnto the ground alow Let slip into the open ayre shal cut my corpes in twayne From top of Scyrons Rockes I wil be tumbled downe amayne More grieuous vengeance yet I haue in Phlegethon Riuer found Tormenting guilty Ghostes enclosd with fiery Channel round What pit and pangues shal plunge my soule already haue I known That tyring toyle of Sisyphus that retchles rolling stone Let yeeld vnto my guilty Ghost and beyng layed on These shoulders these these lifting handes of myne downe let it sway And let the fleeting floud aboute my lips deluded play Yea let the rauening grype come heare and Tytius paunch forsake For glutting foode with grasping Cleaze my liuer let him take Encreasyng stil to feede the Foule and for my tormentes sake And pause thou my Pyrothous Syre and eke the snackle Wheele That whirleth stil enforce my limmes thy swinging swift to feele Gape gape thou ground and swallow me thou cruell Chaos blynd This passage to th infernall Sprightes is fit for me to find My Sonne I wil ensue thou Prince of gastly ghostes in hell Dread not for chast wee come to thee geue thou me leaue to dwell Among thy dreadful dennes for aye and not to passe agayne Alas my prayer at the Gods no fauour can obtayne But if that mischiefe craue I should how ready would they bee Ch. O Theseus to thy plaint eternall tyme is graunted thee Prouyde thy Sonne his Obit rytes and shroude in dompish graue His broken lims which Monsters foule disperst and scattered haue Th. The shreadings of this deare beloued carkasse bring to mee His mangled members hether bring on heapes that tombled be This is Hyppolytus I do acknowledge myne offence For I it is that haue depriued thee of life and sense Least that but once or onely I should be a guilty Wight I Sire attempting mischiefe haue besought my Fathers might Lo I enioy my fathers gift O solitarinesse A grieuous plague when feeble yeares haue brought vs to distresse Embrace these lims and that which yet doth of thy sonne remayne O woeful wight in baleful breast preserue and entertayne These scattred scraps of body torne O Syre in order fet The straying gobbetts bring agayne here was his right hand set His left hand here instructed will to rule the raynes must be His left syde rybbs ful wel I know to be bewayld of mee With bitter teares as yet alas are lost and wanting still O trembling handes behold this woful busines to fulfil And withered Cheekes forbid your streams of flowing tears to runne Whyle that the father do accompt the members of his Sonne And eke patch vp his body rent that hath his fashion lost Disfigured foule with gorye woundes and all about be tost I doubt if this of thee be peece and peece it is of thee Here lay it here in th' empty place here let it layed be Although perhap it lye not right aye me is this thy face Whose beauty twinckled as a starre and eake did purchase grace In sight of F●● procurd to ruth Is this thy beauty lost O cruell will of Gods O rage in sinne preuayling most Doth thus the Syre that great good turne perfourme vnto his sonne Lo let thy fathers last fare wel within thyne eares to runne My child whom oft I bid farewell the whilst the fire shall burne These bones set ope his buriall bower and let vs fall to mourne With loude lamenting Mopsus wise for both the coarses sake With Princely Pompe his funerall fire see that ye ready make And seeke ye vp the broken parts in field dispersed round Stop hir vp hurlde into a Pit let heauy clodds of ground lie hard vpon hir cursed hed FINIS THE FIFTH TRAGEDY OF SENECA ENGLISHED The yeare of our Lord M. LX. BY