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A11911	Lucii Annei Senecæ tragedia prima quæ inscribitur Hercules furens nuper recognita, & ab omnibus mendis, quibus antea scatebat sedulo purgata, & in studiosæ iuuentutis vtilitate[m], in Anglicum metrum tanta fide conuersa, vt carmen pro carmine quoad Anglica lingua patiatur pene redditum videas. Per Iasperum Heyvvodum Oxoniensem. = The first tragedie of Lucius Anneus Seneca, intituled Hercules furens, newly pervsed and of all faultes whereof it did before abound diligently corrected, and for the profit of young schollers so faithfully translated into English metre, that ye may se verse for verse tourned as farre as the phrase of the english permitteth by Iasper Heywood studient in Oxford; Hercules furens. English and Latin	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.	1561 (1561)	STC 22223; ESTC S110867	46,410	186

free awaye But I before the mother wyll this lyttell monster slaye MEG Thou mad man whither goest thow wylte thou thyne owne bloode sheade AM. Th'infant with fathers fyry face astonnyde all for dreade Dyed euen before the wownde his fear●… hath tooke away his lyfe And nowe lykewyse his heauy clubbe is shaken towarde his wyfe He broaken hath the bones her head from blocklyke bodye gone Is quight nor any where it stayes darste thow this looke vppone To long lyude age yf mournyng doo thee greue thou hast then loe The deathe preparde Doo thou thy breast vppon his weapons throe Or ells this clubbe with slaughter staynde of monsters slayne that bee Nowe hyther turne thy parent false vnfytte for name of thee Kyd hens away least he shoulde be to thy renowne a let THE. Which waie y ● father toward thy death dooste thow thy selfe caste yet Or whyther goest thou madde man flee and lye thow cloasely hyd And yet from handes of Hercules this onely myschiefe ryd HER. Tis well the howse of shameful kyng ys nowe quyght ouerthrowne To thee O spowse of greattest Ioue I haue loe beaten downe This offred flocke I gladly haue fulfyllde my wyshes all Full meete for thee and Argos nowe geeue other offryngs shall AM. Thow hast not sonne yet al performde fyll vp the sacrifyse Loeth offryng doothe at th'aultars stande it waytes thy hande lykewyse With necke full prone I gyue my selfe I roon I followe loe Mee sacrifyce what meaneth this his eyes rolle to and froe And heauynesse doothe dull his syght see I of Hercules The tremblyng hands down falles his face to sleepe and quietnes And weery necke with bowed head full faste doothe downewarde shryuke With bended knee nowe all at once he downe to grownde doothe synke As in the woodes wylde asshe cut downe or bulwarke for to make A hauen in seas Lyuste thow or els to deathe doothe thee betake The selfe same rage that hath sent all thy famylye to deathe It is but sleepe for to and froe doothe goe and come his breathe Let tyme bee had of quietnesse that thus by sleepe and reste Greate force of his disease subdewde may ease his greeued breste Remous his weapons seruantes lea●… he madde gette them agayne CHORVS LEt th'ayre cōplain eke y ● parent great of haughty sky fertile lad throughout And wādryng waue of euer mouing freate And thow before thē all which lands about And train of sea thy beams abroad dost throe with glyttryng face makst y ● night to flee O feruent Titan bothe thy settyngs loe and rysyng hath Alcides seene with thee known likewise he hath thy howsē twayn from so great yls release ye nowe his brest O godds release to better turne agayne his ryghter mynde and thow O tamer best O sleepe of toyles the quietnesse of mynde of all the lyfe of man the better parte O of thy mother ast●…ey wynged kynde of hard and pinyng death that brother arte With truth mingling the false of after state The sure but eke the worste foreteller yet O father of all thynges of lyfe the gate Of light the rest of nyght and felowe fytte that comst to kyng and seruant equallye And gentlye cherysshest who weerye bee All mankynde loe that dredfull is to dye thou doost cōstrain lōg deth to learn by thee keepe him fast bound w t heauy slepe opprest Let slōber deps his limmes vntamed bynde Nor sooner leaue his vnryght ragyng brest Thē former mīd his course again may fynd Lo layd on groūd w t full fierce hart yet styll His cruell sleepes he turnes and not yet is The plague subdewde of so great raging yll And on great clubbe the weery head of his He woont to lay dothe seeke y ● staffe to fynde With empty hand his armes owt castīg yet with mouing vayn nor yet all rage of mynde he hath laid down but as w t south wind gre●… The waue once vext yet after kepeth styll his ragyng long though the wind now be Asswaged swells shake of these madde yll tossyngs of mynde returne let pi●…tee And vertue to the man ells let be so his mynd with mouing mad tost euery way Let errour blynde where it begoon hath go for nowght els now but only madnes may Thee gyltlesse make in next estate it stands to hurtles hands thy mischief not to knowe Now strooken let with Hercules his hands thy bosoms soūd thyne armes y ● world alow wer wōt to bear let greuoꝰ strips now smite with cōquryng hād loude cōplainīg cries Let th'aire now here let of dark pole night the quene them heare who ful fiersely lyes That bears his necks in mighty chains fast boūd low lurking Cerberus in dep●…st caue Let Chaos all with clamour sad resound and of broade sea wide open wasting waue And th' ayre that felt thy weapōs better yet But felt them thowgh The brestes with so greate yls as these beset with litle stroake they must not beaten be Let kyngdoms three soūd w t one plaīt cry and thow neckes honowr defence to se His arrowe strong long hanged vp on hye quiuers light y e cruel strypes now smyght on his firce back his shoulders strōg stowt let oken clubbe now stryke poaste of might w t knots full harde his brests loade al about let euen his weapōs so greate woes cōplain Not you poore babes mates of your fathers w t cruel woūd reuēging kings agaī praise not you your lims in argos barriars plaies Are taught to turn w t wepō strōg to smight strōg of hād yet euē now daring loe the weapon of the Scythian quiuer light With steady hand to paise sēt out frō bowe and stags to perse y ● saue thē selues by flyght and backes not yet full maend of cruel beast To Styg●…ā hauens goe ye of shade night goe hurtles souls whō mischief hath opprest Euen in first porche of lyfe but lately hadde And fathers furye goe vnhappy kynde O little chyldren by the way full sadde Of tourneye knowne Goe see the angrye kyngs ¶ The fyfthe Acte Hercules Amphitryon Theseus WHat place is this what region●… or of the worlde what coaste Where am I vnder ryse of sa●…ne or bonde els vttermoste Of th'ycy beare or els doothe here of sea of Hesperye The fardest grownde appoynte a bond●… for th'ocean sea to lye What ayre drawe we●… to weery wyght what grownde is vndersette Of truthe we are returnde from bell whence in my howse downe bette See I these bloudy bodyes hath not yet my mynde of cast Thinfernall shapes but after yet returne from hell at last Yet wander dooth that helly heape before myne eyes to see I am ashamde to grawnte I quake I knowe not what to mee I can not tell what greuous yll my mynde before dooth knowe Where is my parent where is shee with goodly chyldrens showe My noble hartye stomakt spowse why dothe my lefte syde lacke The lyons spoyle whiche waye

passage be LY. Of whom be got the housen then of godds through pearceth he AM. O wretched wyfe of Hercles great thy woords a whyle now spare My parte it is the father of Alcides to declare And his true stocke yet after all of man so stoute as this So famous deedes and after all Appeasde with hande of his What euer Titan rysen vp Doothe see orels at fall And after all these monsters taemde and Phlegrey sprynkled all With wycked bloude and after godds defended all on hye Is not his father yet well knowne Or Ioue doo we beelye Beleeue it yet by Iunoes hate LY. why dooste thou sclawnder Ioue No mortall kynred euer maye bee myxte with heauen aboue AM. To many of the godds in skyes is this a common trade LY. But were they euer seruantes yet before they godds were made AM. Of Delos yle the shepherde los the flocks of Pherey fed LY. But through all coasts he wandred not abroade as banyshed AM. Whome straying mother fyrst brought foorth in wandryng lande to syght LY. Yet Phoebus dyd no monsters feare or beasts of cruell myght AM. First dragon with his blood embrewde the shafts of Phoebus loe Howe greeuous ylls euen yet full yong he bare doo yow not knoe Frō mothers wombe the babe out throwne with lyghtnyng flame from hye Euen next his lyghtnyng father stoode foorthwith aboue in skye What he hym selfe that guydes the starrs and shakes the cloudes at wyll Dyd not that infant lurke in denne of hollowe caued hyll The byrthes so great full troublous price to haue lo●… allways ought And euer to be borne a God with coste full greate is bought LY. Whome thou a myser seeste thou mayst Knowe hym a man to bee AM. A myser hym denye ye maye whome stoute of harte ye see Ly. Call we hym stoute from shoulders hye of whom the lyon throwne A gyfte for mayden made and eke his clubbe from hande fell downe And paynted syde with purple weede dyd shyne that he dyd weare Or may we hym call stoute of harte whose staryng lockes of heare With ointmēt flowde who hāds renownde and knowne by prayses hye To sownde vnmeete for any man of tymber dyd applye With barbarous mytar cloasyng in his forhed rownde about AM The tender Bacchus dyd not blushe abroade to haue layde out His brayded heares nor yet with hande full softe the Thyrsus lyght For to haue shooke what tyme that he with pace vnstoute in syght His long traynde barbarous garmēt drew with golde full fayre to see Styll vertue after many woorkes is woont releaste to bee LY. Of this the house of Curitus destroyde doothe wytnesse beare And virgins flockes that brutyshly by hym oppressed weare No Iuno dyd commawnde hym this Nor none Eurystheus loe But these in deede his owne woorks are AM. Yet all ye doo not knoe His woorke it is with weapons of his owne hande vanquyshed Bothe Eryx and to Eryx ioynde Anteus Lybian ded And aultars whiche with slaughter of the straungers flowyng fast Busyris well deserued bloode lykewyse haue droonke at last His deede it is that he that met the wownde and swoorde is flayne Constraynde to suffre deathe before those other Geryons twayne Nor one allonely Geryon dothe with one hande conquerde lye Thow shalt among these he whych yet with none adulterye Haue wedlocke hurte LY. What is to Ione to kyng is leefull thyng To Ioue thou gaufts a wyfe thou shalt nowe geue one to a kyng And euen of thee shee shall it learne to bee a thyng not newe Her husband euen approuyng it the better man t'ensewe But y●… she stubberne to be matcht with me denye it styll Then euen by force a noble chylde Of her beget I wyll MEG O Creons ghosts and all ye godds of th'howse of Labdacus And weddyng torches blasyng bryght of wycked Oedipus To this my weddyng geue ye nowe our woonted destenies Now now ye bloody daughters all of Egyptes kyng lykewyse Bee here whose hands desyled are with so muche bloude out spylt One daughter lacks of Danaus I wyll fyll by the gylt Ly. Because that stubburnely thou dooest refuse my weddyng so And fearste a kyng thou shalt know what the sceptors nowe maye do Enbrace thyne aultars yet no god shall euer take away Thee from my handes no not although with worlde vpturned may Alcides victor yet agayne to gods aboue returne The wodos on he apes togyther cast let all their temples burns Euen throwne vpon theyr heds his wyfe and all his flocke at laste With vnderlayed fyre let one wood pyle consume and waste AM. This only bowne I father of Alcides aske of thee Whiche well may me beseeme to craue that I fyrst slayne may bee LY. Who all appoynts with present deathe to haue theyr punyshment He tyrant wotts not how to bee more sundry greeues inuent Restrayne the wretched man from death commaunde that th'happy dye I whyle with beames preparde to burne the pyle encreaseth hye Wyll hym with vowyng sacrifyce that rules the seas entreate AM. Oh chiefest powre of godde and oh of heauenly thyngs so great The guyde and parent eke with whose throwne thunderboltes doo shake All thyngs humane throughout the worlde of kyng so cruell slake The wycked hande but why doo I to godds in vayne thus crye Where euer thou be heare me soon why starte so sodaynlye The temples thus with mouyng sha●… Why roareth out the grownde The noyse of hell from bottome deepe byneathe hath made a sownde We herde are loe it is the sownde of Hercules his pace Chorus O fortune hatyng men of stoutest brest howe yll rewards dost thou to good deuyde Eurystheus raynes at home in easye rest Alcinenaes sonne in euery battayle tryde To mūsters turns his hand y t skies did stay and cruell neckes cuts of of hydous snake And apples bryngs frō systers mokt away whē e●…ce to slepe his watcheful eies betake Did dragon set ryche fruite to ouersee he past 〈◊〉 Scythiā bowres y ● stray abroade And those that in their coūtreis strangers be and hardened top of frolen freat he croade And sylent sea with banks ful dūme about the waters hard w●…t ther their floods to flo And where before y t ships full sails spred out is worne a pathe for Sarmates wyld to go The sea doth stand to moue in course again now apt to beare the ship now horsmen bold The quene y t there doth ouer wydows rayn y t girds her wōbe w t girth of glittryng gold Her noble spoile from body drawne hath she shield bands of brest as white as snowe Acknowlegyng the conquerour with knee w t what hope drawne to hedlēg hell alowe S●… bolde to passe the vnreturned wayes s●…st thou Proserpines rayne of Sicylye With southern wid or western ther no se as aryse with waue and swellyng surges hye Not there of Tyndars stocke y t double brood two starrs the feareful ships do aide guide with gulph ful blak doth stād y t slothful flood and whē

pale deth with gredyteeth so wide Unnūbred natiōs hath set down to sprights with one boate man all ouer feryed bee God graūt thou maist of hl subdue y t tights And vnreueked webs of systers three There kyng of many people raigneth hee who whe thou didst w t Nestors Pylos fight Pesti●…erous hāds applide to matche w e thee weapon bare with triple mace of might And prickt with litle wound he fled awaye and lorde of death hymselfe did feare to dye Breake fate by force let the syght of daye to sory sprights of hell apparentlye and porche vnpast shew way to gods aboue the cruel lords of sprights with plesant song And hūble bown ful wel could Orpheꝰmoue while he Eurydicen them craues among The art y t drew woods birds stones at w●… which made delay to flouds of flitting flight At soūd wherof the sauage beasts stood styll with tunes vnwōt doth ghosts of hel delight And cleerer dothe resounde in darker place wepe with teares did gods of cruell brest And they which fautes with to seuere a face do seeke former gylt of ghosts out wrest The Thracian daughters wails Eurydicē for her the iudges weeping sitte also We cōquerd ar chief kyng of death said thē to godds but vnder this cōdition goe Behynd thy husbands back kepe y ● thy way looke thou not backe thy wyfe before to see Thā the to sight of gods hath brought y t day and gate of Spartane Taenare present bee Loue hates delay nor coulde abyde so long his gyfte he loste while he desires the syght The place y t coulde be thus subdewd w e song that place may soone be ouercom by myght THE THYRDE ACTE Hercules QComfortable guyde of lyght and honour of the skye That cōpassyng both hemyspheres with flamyng charyot hys Thy radiant head to ioyfull landes about the worlde doste bryng Thou Phoebus pardon geue to me yf any vnlawfull thyng Thyne eyes haue seene commanded I haue here to lyght out fette The secretes of the worlde and thow of heauen o guyder grette And parent eke in flashe out throwne of lyghtnyng hyde thy syght And thou that gouernest the seas with seconde sceptors myght To bottome synke of deepest waues who so from hye dothe see And dreadyng yet with cowntnance newe the erthe defylde to bee Let hym from hens turne backe his syght and face to heauen vpholde These mōstrous syghts to shoon let twain this mischiefe great beholde He who it brought and she that badde for paynefull toyles to me And labours long not all the earthe thowght wyde ynough may be For Iunoes hate thyngs vncome to of all men I dyd see Unknowne to sonne and spaces wyde that darke and shadesull bee Whiche woorser poale geeues dyrer Ioue to raigne and rule theryn And yet yf thyrde place pleasyd more for me to enter yn I there coulde raigne the Chaos of eternall nyght of hell And woorse then nyght the dolefull godds I haue that there dood ●…ll And fates subdude the deathe contemnde I am returnde to lyght What yet remaynes I sawe and showde the spryghts of hell to syght Appoynte yf ought be more doste thou my hands so long permyt Iuno to ceasse what thyng bydst thou to be subdued yet But why doo cruell sowldyars holde the holy temples wyde And dreade of armour sacred porche beset on euery syde Amphitryon Hercules Theseus DOo eyther ells my great desyres delude and mocke myne eyes Or hath the tamer of the worlde and greekes renowne lykewyse For sooke the silent howse besette with cloude full sadde to see Is this my soone my membres loe for ioy amased bee Oh sonne the sure and sauegarde late of Thebes in mysery See I thy bodye true in deede or els deceyude am I Mo●…t with thy spright art thou the same●… these brawnes of armes I knowe And shoulders and thy noble handes From body hye that growe HER. Whens father happs this vglynes And why in mournyng cladde Is thus my wyfe howe happs it that with fylthe so fowle bestadde My chyldren are what myserye doothe thus my howse oppresse AM. Thy father in la●…e is slayne the kyngdome Lycus doothe possesse Thy sonnes thy parent and thy wyfe to deathe pursueth he HER. Ungratefull land dothe no man come that will an ayder be Of Hercles howse and this behelde so greate and heynous wrong Hath th' ayded worlds but why weare I the daye in playnt so long Let th'enmy dye and this renowne let strengthe obtayne in haste And of Alcides enmyes all let Lycus be the laste I dryuen am to goe to shedde the blood of enmye out Watche Theseu that no sodayne strength beeset vs heere about Me warres requyre enbracyng yet deferre O father deare And wyfe deferre them Lycus shall to hell this message beare That I am nowe returnde THE. Shake of O queene out of thyne eyes This weepyng face and thou sens that thy sonne is safe lykewyse Thy droppyng teares refrayne yf yet I Hercles euer knewe Then Lycus shall for Creon paye the paynes to hym full dewe Tis lyght he shall he doothe and thats to lyght he hathe it doone AM. Now god that can them bring to passe speede well our wyshes soone And come to helpe our weary woes O noble harted mate Of my stoute sonne of his renowne declare vs all the rate Howe long a waye doothe leade to place where sory sprights doo dwell And howe the harde and heauy bonds the dogge hathe borne of hell THE. The deedes y ● doost constrayne to tell that euen to mynde secure Are dredfull yet and horryble scant yet the truste is sure Of vitall ayre sore blunted is the sharpnesse of my syght And dulled eyes doo scant sustayne to see th'vnwoonted lyght AM. Yet Theseus throwghly ouercome what euer feare remaynes In bosome deepe nor doo thou not of best frute of thy paynes Beguylde thy selfe What thyng hath once to suffre beene a care To haue remembred it is sweete those dredfull happe declare THE. All ryght of worlde and thee lykewise I pray that bearste the rayne In kyngdome wyde and thee for whome All rownde about in dayne Thy mother throughout Aetna sowght that secret thyngs alowe And hydde in grownde it freely may bee lawfull for to showe The Spartane lande a noble toppe of hyll aduaunceth hye Where Taenarus with woodes full ●…hycks the sea doothe ouerlye The house of hatefull Ditis here his mowthe doothe ●…pen sette And rocks of hyll about doothe gape and with a denne full grette A huge and gapyng clefte of grownd●… with iawes full wyde doothe lye And way full broade to people all dothe spredde to passe therby Not straight with darkenes dothe begynne The way that blyndes the syght A lyttle lyngryng bryghtnes lo behynde of late lefte lyght And dubtfull glyttryng yet of sonne afflicted falles alowe And mocks the syght suche lyght is woont vndoubtedly to showe The dawne of day or twylyght els at edge of euenyng tyde From hens to hollowe places