OCTAVIA Essay Example For Students

OCTAVIA Essay A monologue from the play by Seneca NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Senecas Tragedy, v. ii. Trans. Frank Justus Miller. New York: G.P. Putnams Sons, 1917. OCTAVIA: Though I should endure what must be borne, neer could my woes be ended, save by gloomy death. With my mother slain, my father by crime snatched from me, robbed of my brother, by wretchedness and grief oerwhelmed, by sorrow crushed, by my husband hated, and set beneath my slave, the sweet light brings no joy to me; for my heart is ever trembling, not with the fear of death, but of crime be crime but lacking to my misfortunes, death will be delight. For tis a punishment far worse than death to look in the tyrants face, all swollen with rage gainst wretched me, to kiss my foe, to fear his very nod, obedience to whom my smarting grief could not endure after my brothers death, most sinfully destroyed, whose throne he usurps, and rejoices in being the worker of a death unspeakable. How oft does my brothers sad shade appear before my eyes when rest has relaxed my body, and sleep weighed down my eyes, weary with weeping. Now with smoking torches he arms his feeble hands, and with d eadly purpose aims at his brothers eyes and face; and now in trembling fright takes refuge in my chamber; his enemy pursues and, een while the lad clings in my embrace, savagely he thrusts his sword through both our bodies. Then trembling and mighty terror banish my slumbers, and bring back to my wretched heart its grief and fear. Add to all this the proud concubine, bedecked with our houses spoil, as gift for whom the son set his own mother on the Stygian bark; and, when she had oercome dread shipwreck and the sea, himself more pitiless than oceans waves, slew her with the sword. What hope of safety, after crimes so great, have I? My victorious foe threatens my chamber, blazes with hate of me, and, as the reward of her adultery, demands of my husband his lawful consorts head. Arise thou, my father, from the shades and bring help to thy daughter who calls on thee; or else, rending the earth, lay bare the Stygian abyss, that I may plunge thither headlong.