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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

shaft the dusky cloude did smite The Stymphall byrde that shadowed the sunne did take her flight The fertill tree that apples beares of golde did feare him sore Which neuer yet acquayntaunce had with Tasters tooth before But whipping vp with liuely twigges into the ayre she flyes And whyle the chinking plate doth found then Argos full of eyes The watchman shrinking close for colde that sleepe yet neuer knew Doth heare the noyse whyle Hercules with mettall of yellow hew Well loden packs away and left the groue befliched cleane The hound of hell did holde his tongue drawne by in tryple cheane Nor barke with any boughinge throate nor coulde abyde the heme Or colour of the heauenly lyght whose beames hee neuer knewe When thou wert captayne Generall and didst conduct our Hoste They that of Dardans Lygne to come theyr Stocke doe falsly boste Were vanquished by force of armes and since they felt agayne Thy Gray goose winge whose bitternesse to feare might thē constrayne THE FIFTE ACTE CASSANDRA WIthin a reuell rexe is kept as sore as euer was Euen at the ten yeares siege of Troy What thing is this alas Get vp my soule and of the rage auengmeent worthy craue Though Phrygians wee bee vanquished the victory we haue The matter well is brought aboute vp Troy thou rysest now Thou flat on floore hast pulde down Greece to ly as low as thou Thy Conquerour doth turne his Face my prophesying spright Did neuer yet disclose to mee so notable a sight I see the same and am thereat and busied in the broyle No vision fond fantasticall my senses doth beguile Such fare as Prygians feastes with on last vnhappy night At Agamemnons royall courte full daintily they dight With purple hangings all adornde the brodred Beds doe shyne In olde Assaracks goblets gylt they swincke and swill the wyne The King in gorgyous royall robes on chayre of State doth sit And pranckt with pryde of Pryams pomp of whom he conquerd it Put of this hostile weede to him the Queene his Wyfe gan say And of thy louing Lady wrought weare rather thys aray This garment knit It makes mee loth that shiuering heere I stande O shall a King be murthered by a banisht wretches hande Out shall Th' adulterer destroy the husbande of the Wyfe The dreadfull destinies approcht the foode that last in lyfe He tasted of before his death theyr maysters bloud shall see The gubs of bloude downe dropping on the wynde shall powred bee By traytrous tricke of trapping weede his death is brought about Which being put vpon his heade his handes coulde not get out The stopped poake with mouth set ope his muffled head doth hyde The mankinde dame with trembling hand the swerd drew from her side Nor to the vtmost of her might it in his flesh shee thrast But in the gieuing of the stroke shee stayed all agast Hee as it were a bristled Bore entangled in the net Among the bryars in busshy woodes yet tryeth out to get With strugling much the shrinking bands more streightly he doth bind He stryues in vayne and would fliy of the snare that doth him blind Which catcheth holde on euery syde But yet th' entangled wreatch Doth grope about his subtle foes with griping hand to catch But furious Tyndaris preparde the Pollaxe in her hande And as the priest to sacrifice at Th' alter side doth stande And vewes with eye the Bullockes necke eare that with Axe he smite So to and fro shee heaues her hand to stryke and leauell right He hath the stroke dispatcht it is not quite chopt of the head It hangeth by a litle crop heere from the Carkasse dead The spouting bloude came gusshing out and there the head doth lye With wallowing bobling mumbling tongue nor they do by and bye Forsake him so the breathlesse coarse Aegist doth all to coyle And mangled hath the gasshed corpes whyle thus hee doth him spoyle She putteth to her helping hand by detestable deede They both accorde vnto the kynde whereof they doe proceede Dame Helens syster right shee is and hee Thyestes sonne Loe doubtfull Titan standeth still the day now being donne Not knowing whether best to keepe still on his wonted way Or turne his wheeles vnto the path of dyre Thyestes day THE FIFTE ACTE THE SECONDE SCEANE ELECTRA O Thou whom of our Fathers death the onely helpe wee haue Fly fly from force of furious foes make hast thy selfe to saue Our house is topsey turuey tost our Stocke is cast away Our ruthfull realmes to ruin ronne our kingdomes doe decay Who cometh heere in Chariot swift thus galloping a mayne Brother disguised in thy weede let mee thy person fayne O Bussard blynde what dost thou meane from forrayne folke to fly Whom dost thou shun it doth behoue to feare this family Orestes now bee boulde and set all shiuering feare a side The certayne succour of a trusty friende I haue espide THE FIFTE ACTE THE THIRD SCENE Strophilus Electra WIth solemne Pompe I Strophilus forsaking Phocis lande Bearing a braunch of Paulme that growes at Elis in my hand Returned backe I am the cause that wild mee heather wend Is with these gyftes to gratefie and welcome home my frend Whose valiaunt army skalde and shooke the tattred Troyan walles Who wearied with the ten yeares warre now flat on floore shee falles What wofull wight is this that staynes her mourning face with teares And drowned deepe in drousp dumpes oppressed is with feares I know full well this damsell is of Prynces lynage borne What cause Electra hath this ioyfull family to morne ELE. By treason that my mother wrought my Father lieth slayne And drincking of their fathers cup the chyldren doe complayne Aegist engroceth Castels got by fornication STR. A lack that of so longe a tyme filicity is none ELE. I thee request euen for the Ioue my father thou doest owe And for the honour of the crowne whose brute abrode both growe In euery coast and by the Gods that diuersly doe deale Take into thy tuicion conuey away and steale This poore Orest such kinde of theft is piety in deede STR. Although that Agamemnoas death doth teach mee to take heede Yet will I vndertake the same and with all diligence Orestes shall I goe about with strength to haue thee hence Prosperity requireth faith but trouble exacts the same Haue heere a pryce for those that doe contende and wage in game An Ornament with comely grace ordaynde to deck the brow And let thy heade be couerde with this greene and pleasaunt bow And cary this victorious triumphant braunche in hand God graunt this Paulme that planted was in fertill Pisa land Where solemne games were celebrate Ioues honour to expresse May both a sauegarde bee to thee and bring thee good successe Thou that bestryds thy fathers steedes as he before hath done Goe stryke a league of amity with Pylades my sonne Now nimble Nagges let Greece heereof recording testify With headlong scouring course amayne this traytrous country fly ELE.

Marchaūts vvhych suffer no mens doings almost to scape vndefiled In fine I beseech all to gether if so it might be to beare vvith my rudenes consider the grosenes of our owne Countrey language which cā by no meanes aspire to the high lofty Latinists stile Myne onely entent vvas to exhorte men to embrace Vertue and shun Vyce according to that of the right famous excellent Poet Virgil Discite iusticiam moniti non temnere diuos This obtayned I hold my selfe throughly cōtented In the meane season I ende wishing all men to shun Sin the plaine but most perilous pathway to perfect infelicity The Speakers names OEdipus Choru● Tiresias Sanex Iocasta Creon Manto Phorbas Nuntius THE FIRST ACTE OEDIPVS the King IOCASTA the Queene THe Night is gon and dredfull day begins at length t' appeere And Phoebus all bedim'de with Clowdes himselfe aloft doth reere And glyding forth with deadly hue a dolefull blase in Skies Doth beare Great terror dismay to the beholders Eyes Now shall the houses voyde bee seene with Plague deuoured quight And slaughter that the night hath made shall day bring forth to light Doth any man in Princely throne reioyce O brittle Ioy How many ills how fayre a Face and yet how much annoy In thee doth lurke and hidden lies what heapes of endles strife They iudge amisse that deeme the Prince to haue the happy life For as the Mountaynes huge and bie the blustring windes withstand And craggy Rocks the belching fluds do dash and driue fro land Though that the Seas in quiet are and calme on euery side So kingdoms great all Windes and Waues of Fortune must abide How well shund I my Father deare Polybius Scepters late Exil'de bereft of carefull feare in Pilgrims happy state I call the Gods to witnes this and Stars that glyde in Skyes A Kingdome is befauln to mee I frare least thereof ryse A mischiefe mighty Ioue to great I feare alas I feare Least these my handes haue reft the life or thee my Father deare Apollo byds mee this beware and yet a mischiefe more Foretels IOC. Can any greater bee than that you tolde before Of Father slayne by sonnes own hand OE. O thrice vnhappy state With horror all dismaide I stand in dred of threatned fate I am ashamed my destinies fowle O Queene to thunder out And openly to blase my feare my trembling minde doth dout Yet out it goes Phoebus me bids my Mothers Bed to fly As though that I her Sonne with her incestuously should ly This feare and onely this me causde my fathers kingdome great For to forsake I fled not thence when feare the minde doth beat The restlesse thought still dreds the thing it knows can neuer chaunce Such fansies now torment my heart my safety to aduaunce And eke thyne euer sacred lawes O Nature for to keepe A stately Scepter I forsooke yet secret feare doth creepe Within my breast and frets it still with doubt and discontent And inward pangues which secretly my thoughts a sunder rent So though no cause of dred I see yet feare and dred I all And scant in credit with my selfe my thoughts my minde appall That I cannot perswaded be though reason tell mee no But that the Web is weauing still of my decreed wo For what should I suppose the cause a Plague that is so generall And Cadmus country wholy spoyles and spreds it selfe through all Should mee amongest so huge a heape of plagued Bodies spare And we alone amongst the rest reserude to mischiefes are O heauy hap And bide I stil alone the spoyle to see Of Cities great of men of beasts by plague that wasted bee And thou amongst so many ils a happy lyfe to lead Couldst once perswade thy selfe O wretch without all feare or dread Of Phoebus secret Iudgements to and that in Kinges estate Thou thou infected hast the ayre in such a filthy rate Thou art the onely cause of woe by thee these euils rise By thee to graue on such a sorte this wretched people plies The firy flaming frying heate afflicted hearts that wasts Is not relieude as wont it was by cold and pleasaunt blasts The gentle western windes haue left with healthfull puffes to blow And now the fiery Dog with blase of boyling heate doth glow The Sunne in Leo burns so hoate and so the earth doth broyle That fluds and hearbes are dryed vp and nought remaynes but soyle So throughly schorcht and stued with heate that moisture all is gone And now amongst so many fluds remaynes alas not one The places dry are onely seene the streames are drunken vp And water that doth yet remayne the soaking Earth doth sup The Moone with clowds quight over cast all sadly forth she glides And dolefull darksom shades of night the whole worlde ouer hides No Star on high at all doth shine but black and heli●ke hue Hath ouershaded all the Skyes whence deadly mists ensue The corne that wonted was to growe and fruitfully to spring Now to the voyded Barnes nought els but empty stalkes doth bring No part of all our kingdome is free from destruction But all together run and rush to vtter confusion The old men with the yong alas the Father with the chylde The plague consumes Both man wife all beasts both tame wylde Are spoyled by the Pestilence No pompe at all remaynes That wonted was in Funeralles to ease the mourners paynes Alas this spoile of people made by plague hath dryde myne eyes And secretly within my breast the griefe it boyling fryes And that that wonted is to hap in most extremest ills My tearees are dry and glutting griefe my wretched breast it fills The crased father beares the son vnto theyr dampish graues And after him with burden like the Mother comes and raues And euen lamenting as they stand 〈…〉 both they fall And mourners new in like estate for them and theirs they call Who likewise in the midst of all their toyle and paynfull payne Do drop into the graue they digd and so the place doe gayne That was prepar'de for others erst A hell it were to heere The horror and the miseries that euery where appeere A Tombe is made for noble men fast on the people die And in their burdens fling Great Pieres all vnregarded lye For lack of Graues to Ashes cleane their bodyes some doe wast And some halfe burnt doe leaue them there and home away for hast They run more they fetch and then wood fier graue and all Doth want And downe for very griefe the wretched mysers fall No prayers auaile No Arte can help this raging Plague t' appease For none almost is left aliue each others woe to ease Before thine aulters heere O God my feeble hands I hold Requiring all my destinies at once with courage bold And that by death I may preuent my Countrey prest to fall For this and only this O God vpon thy name I call Let mee not be the last that dies The last that goes to