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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59185	Thyestes a tragedy, translated out of Seneca to which is added mock-thyestes, in burlesque / by F. W. Gent; Thyestes. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; J. W. (John Wright), fl. 1674. Mock-Thyestes.	1674 (1674)	Wing S2523; ESTC R19687	32,276	159

Nor German who when winter chills Other mens veins sports on the Ice Nor Seres clad in silks of price His Kingdom is within No force He needs to keep his Crown of Horse No need of Swords or shafts whereby The Parthians Conquer when they fly No need of the Balista's ayde The walls with Battery to Invade VVho fears not is a King And he That will may have this Royaltie While he that loves Ambitions pains On the Courts slippery top remains Let me sweet Peace enjoy content I am to live where none frequent There shall I fill my longing breast VVith the still blessings of soft Rest Free from their Knowledg great who are Free from the noise of business there I 'le tast my Life and thus shall I Rich in an humble fortune dye But heavy doth that death befall To him who too much known to all By fame of his great honours past Dyes to himself unknown at last ACT III. Enter Thyestes Plisthenes and his Two other Sons My Countrys long'd for sight I now possess The greatest good that can sad Exiles bless My Native Soil and Country-gods I see If Gods they are who so neglected me I see the towrs the Cyclops work that are No Mortal can raise structures half so fair Oft with applause have I at that fam'd place In Pelops Royal Chariot won the Race Me the whole Town will meet returning home Nay Atreus too whose sight I hate will come Then let me back again to woods obscure And wish the Beasts a life like theirs endure A Crowns false splendor shall not me enflame Mind not the Gift but him that gives the same Chearful I was when in a low Estate Now I from Exile am recall'd and Fate Doth smile I 'me sad Something within doth cry Turn back again I move unwillingly Plisthenes aside VVhat means my Father thus his pace to slack He seems much unresolv'd and oft looks back Thy. Why do I waver thus why do I strain My wits and dwell on that which is so plain Shall I Two such uncertain things as are My Brother and a Kingdom trust and fear Those Ills which time doth now familiar make And my commodious sufferings forsake My former Life though wretched pleaseth me Then let me back retire while yet I 'me free Plist Dear Sir why turn you from your Countrys sight And why such Royal Presents do you slight Your Brothers wrath is ended he to you Offers a Peace and half his Kingdom too You to your self he will restore Thy. A kind Of strange and unknown Terror chills my mind No cause I have yet fear I much desire Forward to go yet forc'd am to retire So have I seen a raging storm prevail Against a ship spight of her Oar and Sail. Plist Contemn such idle fears think how at your Courted Return you 'l have a Kings Grandure Thy. That having power of my own Life I 've got Pl●st Power 's the chief thing Thy. Nothing if valued not Plist It may descend to us Thy. Two cannot sway One Scepter Plist who 'd not happy be that may Thy Believe me Greatness is an empty Name And hard Fate 's vainly fear'd Since first I came Unto a Throne till it left I ner'e Was free but even mine own Guards did fear How sweet it is to live from strife secure To feed on Dishes wholsom though but poor The humble Cottage knows not villany And slender dyet is from Poyson free That 's drunk in Plate With good experience I Approve the low estate above the high * Here Seneca by a kind of Antecronism taxeth the Romans in his Age in their Buildings Feasts Baths c. of which particulars see at large Seneca's Epistles 122. I own no Castles that on hills do stand And from that height the neigbouring Towns command No Ivory frets adorn my roof and when I sleep I 'me guarded by no Halbert-men With no whole fleet I fish No Rampiers I Build to prescribe the Sea Nor banquet by The Lands Oppression Nor beyond the Gete Or Parthian have I Lands as rich as great I 'me not adord stead of neglected Jove Nor doth my Pallace roof support a Grove I have no Baths like Seas nor do I choose The day for sleep the night for drinking use Yet in my abject fortune am secure Without a guard and fearless being poor In it I meet content and to have this Without a Kingdom the best Kingdom is Plist But when the gods to us a Crown commit We should not slight the Gift Thy. Nor covet it Plist That you would Reign your Brorher doth desire Thy. Doth he that raiseth my suspition higher Plist True Piety from whence she fled doth use Back to return and her lost strength renews Th. Atreus his Brother love first Arctos will Set in the waves Sicilian Seas be still In the Ionian Ocean Corn will grow Darkness will shine before he will do so First fire with water wind with waves and Life With death will enter League and end their strife Plist What fraud suspect you Thy. All. Nor can I see VVhat not to doubt from such an Enemy Plist How can his Pow'r hurt you Thy. Me I despise His Rage Ye only cause my jealousies Plist Fear you deceit when in the Trap we are Cautious too late when taken in the snare Then let us on Thy. Witness ye gods to this I follow them I lead 'em not amiss Plist Fearless let us proceed Prosper th' event Kind Heaven let it be good as is th' Intent Enter Atreus Attended Atr. At length the Game which I so long have saught aside VVith all his Breed in my spread Toils is caught I have him now and with him my desire Behold Thyestes comes he comes intire My or'e-joyd soul will temper scarce admit Nor my unbroke fierce Passion know the Bit So when the Vmbrian Lime-hound through the field Hunts on a Trayl and in a Leash is held VVhilst he perceives the Game far off to be Silent and stanch on the dead Scent runs he But when the Quarry's nigh his gesture speaks The welcome News stiff doth he draw and breaks From his slow Master's hand Rage never cou'd Take a Disguize when once her ayme was blood Yet mine shall Look do but observe him there How his wild superstuities of Hair Hang rudely or'e his sad dejected Eyes His Beard too how undecently it lyes goes to Thyestes Brother i 've past my Faith doubt me no more Your dearest sight doth my lost joyes restore Bless me with your so coveted Embrace Henceforth all Enmity let us displace From our abused breasts and entertain The Piety of Brothers once again Thy. Your Goodness Sir is of such force I can't Frame an Excuse but all my fault must grant Your Goodness makes me worse appear one who Have wrong'd a Brother and a Brother too So eminent for generous Love as you Kneels I who ner'e did do weeping you implore And with these hands that never beg'd before

wandring souls which far more dreadfull be Then common Spectres sudden flames oft dart Through all the Grove and fix i' th' highest part Oft hath from thence three Barks at once been heard And oft the House with monstrous Visions scar'd Nor can the Day expel such fears for there Is ever Night and these at Noon appear Oraculous Resolves have here been found By them that seek which with a frightfull sound That fills the Place arise from under-ground When Atreus mad with Rage was enter'd here Dragging his Nephews deckt the Altars were Who with fit words can such black Deeds relate Their Princely hands behind were pinnion'd streight Their Heads with purple fillets bound there lyes Ready both Incense for the Sacrifice And Wine and Knife ready prepar'd for it Lies Salt and Meal No Rite he doth omit Least not well done should be such wickedness Chorus Who to their Execution dares address Nun. He is the Priest himself himself doth Pray The Versicles of Death himself doth say The Victims he in order placeth and Standing at th' Altar takes the Sword in hand Himself attends and doth omit no Rite This the Grove sees and trembles at the sight So doth the Ground which shakes the House withall Whose Turrets doubtful on which side to fall Nod every way Also a Comet streams From Heavens left side which darts forth dismal beams The Wine as soon as cast into the flame VVas Transubstantiated and blood became Oft his Crown fell the Ivory Statues wept This all affrights he still his temper kept And stands withall as if he 'd terrifie The threatning gods But all delays lay'd by He now ascends the Altar with Oblique Looks and Malevolent Some Tyger like In Ganges Forrest whom fierce hunger fires Between two Steers that stands and both desires Yet unresolv'd which first to seize her eyes That threaten Death to this then that applys With doubt as much as hunger next And thus On the Devoted looks Dire Atreus Revolving in his mind which should be he That first must fall and which should Second be It matters not yet takes he much delight So high a Villany to Marshal right Chor. Which strikes he then Nun. Parental Piety Least he should want first Tantalus must dye T' his Grandsire dedicate Cho. Oh say how took The young Prince such a Death and with what look Nun. Careless of Life he stands and doth refuse In vain to supplicate or words to loose But Atreus by the throat him having tan'e Sheaths in his Breast the sword which out again Being redrawn awhile the body thinks How best to fall then on his Uncle sinks Next Plisthenes he to the Altar brings And decollated on his Brother flings Down prostrate falls the Trunk and with a sound Uncertain the complaining head to th' ground Chor. What after this Twin-death doth he begin Spares he the child or adds he sin to sin Nun. As a main'd Lyon equally repleat With rage and hunger sees a Heard of Neat In the Armenian woods pursues and takes Many whose blood his frowns more frightful makes Bulls do his hunger not his Rage allay And after them he on the Calves doth prey With wearied Jaws nor otherwise then so Is Atreus cruel such his Rage who though His sword 's distaind with double slaughter yet He seeks another murder to commit Careless on whom In the childs breast he then Strikes it which out at s back appears agen He falls his blood quenches the Altars fires Death enters at both wounds and he at both expires Chor. O barbarous act Nun. Doth this your horror breed There 's more behind he stops not at this deed Cho. Is there in Nature greater cruelty Nun. Think you this all 't is but the first degree Cho. What more did he to beasts their bodys throw And fire deny Nun. Would he had only so Their Sepulture and funeral Pile deny'd And cast them out to birds of prey beside Or with their flesh fed Wolves what does appear The greatest curse had been a blessing here Their ●i●e to see them unenterr'd O crime Nor age will credit the insuing time Will think this fabulous their inward parts He opens their veins breathing still and hearts Still panting thence the fates to recollect He the warm veins Atterys doth dissect The Victims pleasing now he time can spare His brothers entertainment to prepare He cuts them out in joynts close to their sides The shoulders from the body he divides Their tender flesh he from the bones doth pare Yet saves intire the heads and hands which were So lately sacred pledges Th' Inwards they Some spitted fore a slow fire drip away Some in the injured caldron boyl while these So horrid meats the very fire displease Oft from the hearth it fell when return'd Back to its place it murmur'd as it burn'd The Livers screek upon the spit nor well Which most the flesh or flames groan'd I tell The mournful fire in clowds of smoak consumes And even those heavy clowds and ominous fumes Directly not ascend as wont but fly About the houshold gods there they lye O patient Phaebus though day backward flys And though thy lustre at the Zenith dyes Thou set'st too late His Sons the Father eats And his own Limbs are his Inhumane treats While with rich Unguents his hair shines and he Sits full of mighty Wine unwillingly Discends the barbarous dyet Only this Of good Thyestes ' mongst thy Evills is You know 'em not yet even this will sade Though Titan turns his Chariot which is made To measure batk the way it came though Night With shades unusual hides this deed from sight Which from the East doth rise and out of time Yet will at last be seen each horrid crime Chorus Father of gods and men at whose Uprise Night doth her beauty loose Whether O whether dost thou stray And at thy Noon benight the day What frights thee Sun not yet appears Vesper the harbinger of stars Nor Hesper shining in the west Bids thy diurnal Chariot rest Nor the third Trumpets sound yet made A welcome to th' approaching shade Amazed the Plowman stands to see Day end untited his Team and he What stops thy Race what is' t do's make Thy Steeds their beaten Road forsake Do now from bed the Gyants rise Again to fight the Deitys His old Attempts doth Tytius strive With his first fury to revive Hath now Typhaeus freed his brest Long with the Mountains weight opprest Or do the gods Phlegraean foes Ossa on Pelion now impose Al the known course of time is done No more will set or rise the Sun Days Mother with Nocturnal dew's Still wet while now she Phaebus views As to her East he back retires Whence he so lately went admires How ignorant is she to lave His steeds in the refreshing wave He stands surpriz'd too since to this New Inne himself a stranger is The morning Sun now sets whose light Yeilds to a darkness yet no night On his