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 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. d. 1617, Newton, Thomas, 1542?-1607. [4], 65, 64-217, [1] leaves. In Fleetstreete neere vnto Saincte Dunstans church by Thomas Marsh, Imprinted at London : 1581. 1566

Editor's dedication signed: Thomas Newton.

In verse.

A reprinting of the following translations previously published separately: "Hercules furens", "Thyestes", and "Troas" by Jasper Heywood; "¦edipus" by Alexander Neville (a revised version); "Medea" and "Agamemnon" by John Studley; and "Octavia" (not by Seneca) by Thomas Nuce. Prints for the first time "Hippolytus" and "Hercules Oetæus" translated by Studley, and "Thebais" translated by Thomas Newton.

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THE EYGHTH TRAGEDYE OF L. ANNAEVS SENECA , Entituled AGAMEMNON : Translated out of Latin into Englishe , by IOHN STVDLEY . The Argument .

AGAMEMNON , Generall of that Noble Army of the Greekes , which after tenne yeares siege wanne Troy , committed the entyer Gouernment of his Countrey & Kingdome ( duringe his absence ) to his Wyfe CLYTEMNESTRA . Who forgetting all Wyuely loyalty , and Womanly chastity , fell in lawelesse loue & vsed adulterus company with AEGYSTHVS , sonne to THYESTES , whom aforetime ATREVS being his owne naturall Brother , and Father to this AGAMEMNON , in reueng of a former adultry had , caused to eate hys owne two Children .

At length , vnderstandinge by EVRYBATES , that Troy was wonnë , & that her husband AGAMEMNON was comming homewarde with a yonge Lady named CASSANDRA , daughter to king PRIAMVS : partly enraged with iealousy , & disdaine thereof , & partly loath to loose the company of AEGYSTHVS her Coadulterer , practyzed with him how to murther her husbande . Which accordingly they brought to passe : & not resting so contented , they also put CASSANDRA to deth , imprisoned ELECTRA Daughter to AGAMEMNON , and soughte to haue slayne his Sonne ORESTES . Which ORESTES fleeing for sauegard of his lyfe to on STROPHILVS , hys dead Fathers deare friend : was by him secretly kept a longe time , till at lenght , comming priuely into Mycene , and by his Systers meanes conducted where his Mother CLYTEMNESTRA and AEGYSTHVS were , in reuenge of his Fathers death , killed them both .

The Speakers names . THYESTES . CHORVS , CLYTEMNESTRA . NVTRIX . AEGISTHVS . EVRYBATES . A company of Greekes . CASSANDRA . AGAMEMNON . ELECTRA . STROPHILVS .
THE FIRST ACTE . THYESTES . DEpartinge from the darkned dens which Dicis low doth keepe , Loe heere I am sent out agayne , from Tartar Dungeon deepe , Thyestes I , that wheather coast to shun doe stande in doubt , Th' infernall fiendes I fly , the foalke of earth I chase about . My conscience lo abhors , that I should heather passage make , Appauled sore with feare and dread my trembling sinewes shake : My fathers house , or rather yet my brothers I espy , This is the olde and antique porche of Pelops progeny . Here first the Greekes on prynces heads doe place the royall crowne , And heere in throne aloft they lye , that ietteth vp and downe , With stately Scepter in theyr hand , eake heere theyr courts doe ly , This is theyr place of banquetting , returne therefore will I . Nay : better were it not to haunt the lothsome Limbo lakes , Where as the Stygion porter doth aduaunce with lusty crakes His tryple gorge be hong with Mane shag hatry , rusty blacke : Where Ixions Carkasse linked fast , the whirling wheele doth racke , And rowleth still vpon him selfe : where as full oft in vayne Much toyle is lost , ( the tottring stone down tumbling backe agayne ) Where growing guts the greedy gripe do gnaw with rauening bits . Where parched vp with burning thirst amid the waues he sits , And gapes to catch the fleeting flood with hungry chaps beguilde , That payes his paynefull punishment , whose feast the Gods defilde : Yet that olde man so stept in yeares at length by trace of time , How great a part belonges to mee and portion of his crime ? Account wee all the grisly ghostes , whom guilty founde of ill , The Gnosian Iudge in Plutoes pyts doth rosse in torments still : Thyestes I in driery deedes will farre surmount the rest , Yet to my Brother yelde I , ( though I gorgde my bloudy brest ) And stuffed haue my pampred paunche euen with my chyldren three , That crammed lye within my Rybs and haue theyr Toumbe in mee , The bowels of my swallowed Babes , deuowred vp I haue , Nor fickle Fortune mee alone the Father doth depraue , But enterprysing greater guilte then that is put in ure , To file my Daughters bawdy Bed , my lust shee doth alure . To speake these words I doe not spare , I wrought the haynous deede , That therefore I through all my stocke , might parent still proceede . My Daughter driuen by force of Fates and destenyes deuyne , Doth breede younge bones , & lades her wombe with sinfull seede of myne . Loe , nature chaunged vpside downe , and out of order tornde This myngle mangle hath shee made , ( O fact to be forlornde ) A Father and a Grandsyre loe , confusedly I am , My daughters husband both become , and Father to the same . Those babes that should my Nephewes bee , when nature rightly runnes , She being tumbled doth confounde , and mingle with my sonnes . The chrystall clearenesse of the day , and Phoebus beames so bryght , Are myxed with the foggy cloudes , and darkenesse dim of nyght . When wickednes had wearied vs , to late truce taken was , Euen when our detestable deedes were done and brought to passe . But valiaunt Agamemnon hee graund captayne of the Hoste , Who bare the sway among the Kinges , and ruled all the roste , Whose flaunting Flag , and Banner braue , displayde in royall sorte , A thousand sayle of sowsing ships did garde to Phrygian parte , And with their swelling shatling sayles the surging seas did hide , That beateth on the bankes of Troy , and floweth by her side : When Phoebus Carte the Zodiack ten times had auer runne , And waste the battred Walles doe lye of Troy destroyde and woonne , Returnde he is to yeelde his throate vnto his traytresse Wyfe . That shall with force of bloudy blade bereue him of his lyfe . The glytering Swerd , the hewing Axe , and wounding weapons moe , With bloud for bloud new set abroche shall make the floore to flow . With sturdy stroke , and boystrous blow , of pithy Pollaxe geuen His beaten braynes are pasht abroade , his cracked Skull is reuen . Now myschiefe marcheth on a pace , now falshoode doth appeare , Now Butchers slaughter doth approche , and murther draweth neare . In honour of thy natyue day Aegisthus they prepare The sollemne feast with juncketing , and daynty tothsome fare . Fy , what doth shame abashe thee so , and cause thy courage quayle ? Why doubts thy righthand what to doe ? to smite why doth it fayle ? What he forecasting might suspect , why shouldst thou take aduyse ? Why freteest thou , demaunding if thou may it enterpryse ? Nay : if a mother it beseeme , thou rather mayst surmyse . What now ? how hapneth it that thus the smiling sommers night , When Phoebus from Th' antipodes shoulde render sonne the lyght , On sudden chaung their turnes with nights that last and lynger longe , When wynters Boreas bitter blastes , doth puffe the trees amonge ? Or what doth cause the glyding starres to stay still in the sky ? Wee wayght for Phoebus : to the Worlde bryng day now by and by . Chorus . O Fortune , that dost fayle the great estate of kinges , On slippery sliding seat thou placest lofty thinges And setst on tottring sort , where perils do abound Yet neuer kingdome calme , nor quiet could be found : No day to Scepters sure doth shine , that they might say , To morow shall wee rule , as wee haue done to day . One clod of croked care another bryngeth in , One hurly burly done , another doth begin : Not so the raging Sea doth boyle vpon the Sande , Where as the southern winde that blowes in Afryck Lande , One Waue vpon another doth heape wyth sturdy blast : Not so doth Euxine Sea , his swelling waues vp cast : Nor so his belching streame from shallow bottom roll , That borders hard vpon the ysy frosen poall : Where as Bootes bryght doth twyne his Wayne about , And of the marble seas doth nothing stande in doubt . O how doth Fortune tosse and tomble in her wheele The staggring states of Kynges , that readdy bee to reele ? Fayne woulde they dreaded bee , and yet not setled so When as they feared are , they feare , and lyue in woe . The silent Lady nyght so sweete to man and beast , Can not bestow on them her safe and quiet rest : Sleepe that doth ouercome and breake the bonds of griefe , It cannot ease theyr heartes , nor mynister reliefe : What castell strongly buylt , what bulwarke , tower , or towne , Is not by mischyefes meanes , brought topsy turuye downe ? What ramperd walles are not made weake by wicked warre ? From stately courtes of Kings doth iustice fly afarre : In pryncely Pallaces , of honesty the lore , And wedlocke vowe deuout , is set by lytle store . The bloudy Bellon those doth haunt with gory hand , Whose light and vaine conceipt in paynted pomp doth stand . And those Erinnys wood turmoyles with frensyes fits , That euer more in proud and hauty houses sits , Which ficle Fortunes hand in twinkling of an eye , From high and proude degre driues downe in dust to lye . Although that skyrmishe cease , no banners be displayed And though no wyles be wroughe , and pollecy be stayed , Downe paysed with theyr waight the massy things do sinke , And from her burden doth unstable Fortune shrynke . The swelling Sayles puft vp with gale of westren wynde , Doe yet mystrust thereof a tempest in theyr mynde : The threatning tops ( that touch the cloudes ) of lofty towres Bee sonest payde , and bet with south wynde rainy showres : The darkesome woode doth see his tough and sturdy Oke , Well waynde in yeares to be cleane ouer thrown and broke : The lyhhtnings flashing flame out breaking in the Sky , First lyghteth on the mounts , and hilles that are most hy . The bodies corpulent and of the largest syse Are ryfest styll to catch diseases when they ryse . When as the flocke to grase , in pasture fat is put , Whose Necke is larded best , his throate shall first be cut : What Fortune doth aduaunce and hoysteth vp on hye , Shee lets it vp to fall agayne more greeuously . The thinges of midle sort , and of a meane degree , Endure aboue the rest and longest dayes do see : The man of meane estate most happy is of all , Who pleased with the lot that doth to him befall , Doth sayle on silent shore with calme and quiet tide , And dreads with bruised barge on swelling Seas to ryde : Nor launcing to the depe where bottom none is found , May with his rudder search , and reach the shallow ground .
THE SECOND ACTE . Clytemnestra , Nutrix O Drowsie dreaming doting soule , what commeth in thy brayne To seeke about for thy defence what way thou mayst attayne ? What ayels thy skittish waiward wits , to wauer vp and downe ? The fittest shift preuented is , the best path ouergrowne Thou mightest once mayntayned haue thy wedlocke chamber chast , And eake haue ruld with maiesty , by fayth conioyned fast : Now nurtures lore neglected is , all ryght doth clean decay Religion and dignity with faith are worne away : And ruddy shame with blushing cheekes so farre god wot is past , That when it would it cannot now come home againe at last . O let me now at randon runne with bridle at my will : The safest path to mischiefe is by mischiefe open still Now put in practise , seeke aboute , search out and learne to find The wylie traynes , and crafty guyles of wicked womankind : What any diuelish trayterous dame durst do in working woe , Or any wounded in her wits by shot of Cupids bowe . What euer rigorous stepdame could commit with desperat hand , Or as the wench who flaming fast by Venus poysoning brand , Was driuen by leud incestuous loue in ship of Thessail land , To flit away from Colchos yle , where Phasis channel deepe . With siluer streame downe from the hylles of Armenie doth sweepe . Get weapons good , get bylbowblades or temper poyson strong , Or with some yonker trudge from Grece by theft the seas along : Why dost thou faynt to talke of theft , exile or privie flight ? These came by hap , thou therfore must on greatter mischiefe light . Nut. O worthy Queene amonge the Greekes that beares the swinging sway . And borne of Ledas royall bloud , what muttring dost thou say ? What fury fel inforceth thee , bereaued of thy wits . To rage and raue with bedlam braynes , to fret with franticke fittes ? Though madam thou do counsayle keepe , and not complayne thy case , Thyne anguish playn appeareth in thy pale and wanny face . Reueale therfore what is thy griefe , take leasure good and stay , What reason could not remedy , oft cured hath delay . Clit. So grieuous is my careful case which plungeth me so sore , That deale I cannot with delay , nor linger any more . The flashing flames and furious force of fiery feruent heate , Outraging in my boyling brest , my burning bones doth beate : It suckes the sappy marow out the iuice it doth conuay , It frets , it teares , it rents , it gnaws , my guttes and gall away . Now feble feare stil egges mee on ( with dolor beyng prest ) And cankred hate with thwacking thumpes doth bounce vpon my brest The blynded boy that louers hartes doth reaue with deadly stroake , Entangled hath my linked mynd with leewd and wanton yoke : Refusing stil to take a foyle , or cleane to be confound : Among these broyles , and agonies my mynd beseging round , Loe feble , weary , batred downe , and vnder troden shame , That wrestleth , striueth , strugleth hard , and fighteth with the same . Thus am I driuen to diuers shores and beat from banke to banke , And tossed in the fomy floods that striues with corage cranke . As when here wynd , and their the streame when both their force wil try , From sandes alow doth hoyst and reare the seas with surges hye . The waltring waue doth staggeryng stand not weting what to do , But ( houeryng ) doubtes , whose furious force he best may yeld him to My kingdome therfore I cast of , my sceptor I forsake As anger , sorrow , hope , me leade , that way I meane to take . At all aduenture to the seas I yeld my beaten Barge , At randon careles wil I runne , now wil I roue at large Whereas my mynde to fancy fond oath gad and runne astray , It is the best to chuse that chaunce , and follow on that way . Nu. This desprat dotage doth declare , and rashnes rude and blynde , To chuse out chaunce to be the guyde and ruler of thy mynd . Cli. He that is driuen to vtter pinch and furthest shift of all , What neede he doubt his doubtful lot or how his lucke befall ? Nut. In silent shore thou saylest yet thy trespas we may hyde , If thou thy selfe detect it not , nor cause it be descryde . Cl. Alas it is more blasd abroade , and further it is blowen , Then any cryme that euer in this princely court was sowen . Nu. Thy former fait with pensiue hart and sorrow thou dost rew . And fondly yet thou goest about , to set abroch a newe , Cl. It is a very folishnes to kepe a meane therein . Nu. The thing he feares he doth augment who heapeth sinne to sinne . Cli. But fire and swoard to cure the same the place of salue supply . Nu. There is no man who at the first extremity wil trye . Cl. In working mischiefe men do take the rediest way they fynde . Nu. The sacred name of wedlocke once reuoke and haue in mynd . Cli. Ten yeares haue I bene desolate , and led a widowes life . Yet shall I entertayne a new my husband as his wyfe ? Nu. Consider yet thy sonne and heire whom he of thee begot . Cly. And eake my daughters wedding blase as yet forget I not . Achilles eke my sonne in law to mynd I do not spare , How wel he kept his vow that he to me his mother sware . Nu. When as our nauy might not passe by wynd nor yet by streame , Thy daughters bloud in sacrifyce their passage did redeme : Shee sturd and brake the sluggish seas , whose water stil did stand , Whose feble force might not hoyse vp , the vessels from the land . Cl. I am ashamed here withal , it maketh me repyne . That Tyndaris ( who from the Gods doth fecch her noble ligne Should geue the ghost t' asswage the wrath of Gods and them appease , Wherby the Grekish nauy might haue passage free by seas . My grudging mynd stil harpes vppon my daughters wedding day , Whom he hath made for Pelops stock the bloudy raunsome pay . When as with cruel countenaunce embrewd with gory bloud , As at a wedding alter syde th' unpitiful parent stoodt , It erked Calchas woful hart , who did abhorre the same . His Oracle he rewd , and eke the backe reflicting flame O wicked aud vngracious stocke that winnest il with yll , Tryumphing in thy filthy featse encreasyng leaudnes still . By bloud we win the waueryng windes , by death wee purchase warre Nu. But by this meanes a thousand ships at once released are : Cly. With lucky fate attempt the seas did not the losed rout ? For Aulis I le , th' ungracious fleete from port did tumble out : As with a lewde vnlucky hand the warre he did beginne , So Fortune fauored his successe to thriue no more therin . Her loue as captiue holdeth him whom captiue he did take Not moued with the earnest suite that could Achilles make , Of Phoebus prelat Sminthicall he did retayne the spoyle : When for the sacred virgins loue his furious dreast doth boyle : Achilles rough and thundring threats could not him qualify . Nor he that doth direct the fates aboue the starry skye . To vs he is an Augur iuste , and keepes his promise due , But while he threats his captiue truls of word he is not true . The sauage people fierce in wrath once might not moue his spright , Who did purloyne the kindled tentes with fyer blasing bryght : When slaughter great on Greekes was made in most extreamest fyght Without a foe he conquered , with leanes pines awaye , In lewd and wantōn chamber trickes he spends the idle day , And freshly still he fedes his lust , least that some other while His chamber chast should want a stewes , that might the same defile . On Lady Brises loue againe his fancy fonde doth stand , Whom he hath got , that wrested was out of Achilles hand . And carnal copulation to haue he doth . not shame , Though from her husbands bosome he hath snacht the wicked dame , Tushe , he that doth at Paris grudge , with wound but newly stroke Eflamd with Phrygian Prophets loue , his boyling brest doth smoke . Now after Troyan boties braue , and Troy orewhelm'd he saw , Retourned he is a prysoners spouse , and Pryams sonne in law . Now heart be bold , take corage good , of stomacke now be stowt , A field that easely is not fought , to pitch thou goest about . In practise mischiefe thou must put , why hopst thou for a day , While Priams daughter come from Troy in Grece do beare the sway . But as for the poore sely wreth , a wayteth at thy place Thy wyddow , virgyns , and Orest his fatherlyke in face , Consyder theyr calamityes , to come , and cake their cares , Whom all the peril of the broyle doth threat in thy affayres . O cursed captiue , woful wretch why dost thou loyter so ? Thy little brats a stepdame haue whose wrath wil worke their woe . With gashing sword ( and if thou can none other way prouide ) , Nor thrust it through anothers ribbes then launch thy gory syde , So murther twayne with brewed bloud , let bloud immixed be , And by destroying of thy selfe destroy thy spouse with thee . Death is not sawst with soppes of Sorrow if some man els I haue , Whose breathlesse corse I wish to passe with me to deadly graue . Nu. Queene , brydle thyne affections , and wysely rule thy rage , Thy swelling moode now mittigate , thy choller eake asswage . Way wel the wayghty enterpryse that thou dost take in hand , Tryumphant victor he returnes of mighty Asia land Auenging Europes iniury with him he bringes away . The spoyles of sacked Pargamy a huge and mighty pray . In bondage eake he leades the foalke of long assaulted Troy , Yet darest thou by pollecie attempt him to annoy ? Whom with the dynt of glittring sword Achilles durst not harme , Although his rash and desperat dickes the froward Knight did arme : Nor Aiax yet more hardy man vp yelding vitall breath , Whom frantike fury fell enforst to wound himselfe to death : Nor Hector he whose onely life procurde the Greekes delay , And long in warre for victory enforced them to stay : Nor Paris shaft , whose conning hand with shot so sure did ayme : Nor mighty Memnon swart and blacke , had power to hurt the same : Nor Xanthus flood , where to and fro deade carkasses did swimme , With armour hewd and therewith all some maymed broken limme : Nor Symois , that purple wawmes with slaughter died-doth steare . Nor Cygnus lilly whyte , the Sonne of fenny God so deare : Nor yet the musteryng Thrasian host : nor warlike Rhesus kinge : Nor Amazons , who to the warres did paynted Quiuers bring , And bare theyr hatches in their handes with Target and with shield , Yet had no powre with ghastly wound to foyle him in the field . Syth he such scouringes hath escapt and plungde of perilles past Entendest thou to murther him returning home at last ? And sacred alters to prophane with slaughters so vnpure ? Shal Greec th aduenger let this wronge long vnreuengde endure The grym and fearce coragious horse , the battayles , shoutes , & cryes , The swelling seas which bruised barkes do dread when stormes aryse , Behold the fieldes with streames of bloud oreflòwne & depely dround , And al the cheualry of Troy in seruile bondage bounde , Which Greekes haue writ in registers . Thy stubborne stomacke byud , Suddue thy fond affections , and pacify thy mynde .
THE SECOND ACTE THE SECOND SCENE . AEgysthus , Clytemnestra . THe cursed tyme that euermore my mynd did most detest , The dayes that I abhorred haue and hated in my breast , Are come , are come , that myne estate wil bring to vtter wracke : Alas my hart why dost thou fayle . and faynting flyest backe ? What dost thou meane at first assalte from armour thus to flye , Trust this , the cruel Gods entend my doleful destenie , To wrap thee in with perils round and catch thee in a band ? Endeuer drudge with all thy power their plagues for to withstand : With stomacke stoute rebellious to fyre and sword appeale Cli. It is no plague , if such a death thy natiue destnies deale . Ae ( O partners of my perils all begot of Leda thou ) Direct thy doynges after myne , and vnto thee I vow . This drosel sluggish ringleader , this stout strong harted fire , Sal pay thee so much bldud agayne as shed he bath in fyre How haps it that his trembling cheekes to be so pale and whight , Lying agast as in a traunce with faynting face vpright . Cl. His conscience wedlocke vow doth pricke & bringes him home again Let vs returne the selfe same trade a new for to retayne , To which at first we should haue stucke and ought not to forsake , To couenaunt continent a new let vs our selues betake : To take the trade of honesty at no tyme is to late : He purged is from punishment whose hart the cryme doth hate . Aeg. Why whither wilt thou gad ( o rash and vnaduysed dame ? ) What dost thou earnestly beleeue , and firmly trust the same , That Agamemnons spousall bed wil loyall be to thee ? That nought doth vnderprop thy mynd which might thy terrour bee ? His proud successe puft vp to high with lucky blast of wynde , Might make so cranke , and set aloft his hawty swelling mynd : Among his peares he stately was ere Troyan turrets torne , How thinke ye then his stomacke stoute by nature geuen to scorne , In haughtines augmented is more in himselfe to ioy , Throughe this triumphant victory and conquest got of Troy ? Before his voyage Miceane King most mildly did he raygne , But now a Tyrant truculent returnd he is agayne . Good lucke and proude prosperity do make his hart so ryse . With what great preparation prepared solemne wyse , A rabblement of strumpets come that clong about him al ? But yet the Prophetesse of Thebe ( whom God of truth we call ) Appeares aboue the rest : she keepes the King , shee doth him guyde : Wilt thou in wedlocke haue a mate and not for it prouyde ? So would not shee , the greattest greefe this is vnto a wyfe , Her husbandes mimon in her house to leade an open life . A Queenes estate cannot abyde her peere with her to raygne , Ind ielous wedlocke wil not her companion sustayne . Cl. Aegist in desprat moode agayn why seest thou mee a flote ? Why kindlest thou the sparkes of yre in imbers couered hot If that the victors owne free will release his captiues care , Why may not . I his Lady spouse haue hope as wel to fare ? One law doth rule in royal throne , and pompous princclye Towres , Among the vulgar sorte , another in priuate simple bowers . What though my grudging fancy force that at my husbandes hand , Sharpe execution of the law I stubbernly withstand ? Recording this that haynously offended him I haue : He gently wil me pardon graunt who neede the same to craue ? Aeg. Euen so on this condition thou mayst with him compound . To pardon him if he agayne to pardon the be bounde . The subtil science of the law , the statutes of our land , ( That long agoe decreed were ) thou dost not vnderstand . The Iudges be malicious men , they spyght and enuye vs , But he shal haue them partiall his causes to discus . This is the chiefest priuiledge that doth to Kinges belong . What lawes forbiddeth other men , they doe , and doe no wronge . Cly. He pardned Helen , she is wed to Menela agayne Which Europe all with Asia did plunge alike in payne . Aeg. No Ladies Lust hath rauisht yet Atrides in his life , Nor priuily purloynd his hart betrothed to his wyfe . To picke a quarrel he beginnes and matter thee to blame , Suppose thou nothing hast commit that worthy is of shame ? What boteth him whom Princes hate an honest life to frame ? He neuer doth complayne his wrong , but euer beares the blame . Wilt thou repayre to Spart and to thy countrey trudge aryght ? Wilt thou become a ronnagate from such a worthy wight ? Deuorcement made from Kinges wil not so let the matter scape . Thou easest feare by fickle hope , that falsly thou dost shape : Cli. My trespas is disclosd to none , but to a trusty wight : Aeg. At princes gates fidelity yet neuer enter might . Cl. I wil corrupt and feede him so with siluer and with gold . That I by bribing bynd him shall no secrets to vnfold : Ae. The trust that hyred is and bought by brybes and moneis fee , Thy counsell to bewray agayne with brybes entyste wil be Cl. The remnaunt left of shamefastnes of those vngracious trickes , Wherin of late I did delyght , my conscience freshly prickes . Why kep'st thou such a busie sturre and with thy flatring speach , Enstructing me with lewd aduyse dost wicked counsell preach Shall I forsooth of royal bloud with al the speede I can Refuse the King of Kinges , and wed an outcast banisht man : Aeg. Why should you thinke in that Thiest was father vnto mee . And Agamemnon Atreus sonne he should my better be ? Cly. If that be but a tryfle small , and nephew to the same . Aeg. I am of Phoebus linage borne , wherof I do not shame . Cl. Why makste thou Phoebus author of thy wicked pedagrew , Whom out of heauen ye forst to flye when bridle backe he drew , When Lady Night with mantel blacke did spread her soden shade , Why makest thou the Gods in such reproachfulnes to wade ? Whose father hath thee conning made by sleight and subtil guyle To make thy kinsman Cockold whyle his wyfe thou do defyle . What man is he whom we do know to be thy fathers mate , Abusing lust of Lechery in such vnlawful rate ? Auaunt , go packe thee hence in hast , dispatch out of my sight This infamy , whose blemish staynes this bloud of worthy wyght . Aeg. This is no new exile to me that wickednes do hannt , But if that thou ( O worthy Queene ) commaund me to auaunt , I wil not only strayght auoyde the house the towne and field My life on sword at thy request I ready am to yeeld Cli. This heynous dede permit shall I ( most churlish cruell drab ) Agaynst my wil though I offend , the fault I should not blabbe : Nay , rather come apart with mee , and let vs ioyne our wittes To wrap our selues out of this woe and parlous threatning fits . Chorus . NOw chaunt it lusty laddes , Apollos prayse subborne , To thee the frolicke flocke their crowned heads adorne . To thee King Inachs stocke of wedlocke chamber voyde , Brayd out their virgins lockes and theron haue employd Theyr sauory garlandes greene Itwist of laurell bow . Draw neare with vs O Thebes our dauncing follow thou . Come also ye that drinck of Ismen bubling flood , Wheras the Laurell treeful thicke on bankes doth bood . Eake ye whom Mando mild , the Prophetesse diuine , ( Foreseyng fate ) and borne of high Tiresias lygne , Hath stird to celebrate with sacred vse and right . Appollo and Dian borne of Latona bright . O Victor Phaebe vnbend thy noked bow agayne . Syth quietnes and peace anew we do retayne . And let thy twanckling harpe make melody so shril , Whyle that thy nimble hand stryke quauers with thy quill . No curious descant I nor lusty musick craue , No iolly rumbling note , nor trouling tune to haue . But on thy treble Lute ( according to thy vse ) Stryke vp a playnsong note as when thy learned muse Thy lessons do record , though yet on baser string It lyketh thee to play the song that thou did singe : As when from fyery heauen the dint of lightning flue , Sent downe by wrath of Gods the Titans ouerthrew Or else when mountaynes were on mountaynes heaped hie That rayse for Giauntes fell theyr steppes into the skye , The mountayne Ossa stoode on top of Pelion layd , Olymp ( wheron the Pynes theyr budding braunches braide ) Downe paised both : drawe nere O Iuno noble dame , Both spouse of mighty Ioue and sister to the same . Thou that dost rule with him made ioynter of his mace , Thy people we of Grece geue honor to thy grate . Thou onely dost protect from per illes Aigos land , That euer careful was to haue thyne honour stand , Most supplient thereunto thou also with thy might Dost order ioyful peace and battails fearce of fyght Accept O conquering Queene these braunches of the bayes That Agamemnon here doth yeld vnto thy prayse : The hollow boxen pype ( that doth with holes abound ) In synging vnto the doth geue a solemne sound : To thee the Damsels eake that play vppon the stringes , With conning harmony melodious musicke singes . The matrons eke of Greece by ryper years more graue , To thee the Taper pay that vowed oft they haue , The Heyferd young and whyte companion of the Bull . Vnskilful yet by proofe the paynful plow to pull . Whose neck was neuer worne nor gald with print of yoke , Is in thy temple slaine receiuing deadly stroke . O Lady Pallas thou of most renoumed hap Bred of the brayne of Ioue that smites with thunder clap . Thou lofty Troian towres of craggy knotty flint Hast bet with battring blade , and stroke with iaueling dint : The elder matrones with the dames that yonger be Together in myngled heapes do honour due to thee , When thou approching nighe thy comming is espyde , The priest vnbarres the gate , and opes the Temple wide : By clustring thronges the flocks thine altars haunt apace , Bedeckte with twisted crownes so trim with comely grace . The olde and auncient men well stept and grown in yeares , Whose feeble trembling age procureth hory hayres Obtayning their request crau de of thy grace deuine , Do offer vp to thee their sacrify sed wyne , O bright Dian whose blase sheds light three sondry waies We myndful are of thee , and render thankefull prayse , Delon thy natiue soyle thou diddest fyrmely bynde , That to and fro was wont to wander with the wynde : Which with foundation sure mayn ground forbyds to passe For Nauies ( after which to swim it wonted was ) It is become a road defying force of wynd , The mothers funeralles of Tantalus his kinde . The daughters seuen by death thou victresse dost accompt . Whose mother Niobe abydes on Sipil mount A lamentable rocke and yet vnto this howre Her teares new gushing , out the marble old doth powre . The Godhead of the Twins in sumpteous solemne wyse , Both man and wyfe adore with sauory sacrifyce , But thee aboue the rest O father great and guide , Whose mighty force is by the burning lightning tryde : Who when thou gauest a becke and didst thy head but shake At once th extremest poales of heauen and earth did quake , O Iupiter the roote that of our lynage arte . Accept these offered gifts and take them in good parte : And thou O graundsire great to thy posteritie . Haue some remorse , that do not swarue in chyualrie . But yonder lo with stiuing steps the souldier comes amayne In all post hast , with token that good newes declareth plaine A Lawrell braunch , that hangeth on his speare head he doth bringe Eurybates is come , who hath ben trusty to the kynge .
THE THIRD ACTE . Euribates . Clytemnestra SOre tyred after many yeares with trauayle and wyth toyle Scant credityng my selfe , the Gods of thys my natyue soyle , The temple , and the alters of the saincts that rule the skye , In kumble sort wyth reuerence deuoutly worship I . Now pay your vowes vnto the Gods : returned is agayne Vnto his countrey court , where wont he was to rule , and reigne , Prynce Agamemnon , victor he , of Grece the great renoume . Cly. The tydings of a message good vnto mine eares is blowne . Where stayes my spouse whom longing for ten yeres I haue out scand ? What doth he yet sayle on the seas , or he is come a land ? Yet hath he fyxt and set his foote bauck stepping home agayne . Vppon the sandy shore , that longe he wished to attayne ? And doth he styll enioy his health enhauncte in glory great , And painted out in pompe of prayes whose fame the sky doth beate ? Eu. Blesse we with burning sacrifice at length this lucky day Cli. And eke the Gods though gracious , yet dealing long delay : Declare if that my brothers wyfe enioy the vytall ayre And tel me to what kind of Coast my sister doth repayre . Euri. God graunt , & geue vs better newes then this that thou dost craue The heauy hap of fyghting flouds forbiddes the truth to haue , Our scattred fleete the swelling seas attemptes in such a plight , That ship from ship was taken cleane out of each others sight . Atrides in the waters wyde torwoyld and straying farre More vyolence by seas sustaynd then by the bloudy warre And as it were a conquerd man escaping home al weete Now bringeth in his company of such a mighty fleete , A sort of brused broken barkes , beshaken , torne , and rent . Cli. Shew what vnlucky chaunce it is that hath our nauy spent . What storme of seas dispersed hath our Captaynes hear and there Eury. Thou willest me to make report of heauy woful geare . Thou biddest me most greeuous newes with tydinges good to part : For vttring of this woeful hap my feeble mynd doth start . And horribly appauled is with this so monstruous ill . Cly, Speake out and vtter it : himselfe with terrour he doth fill , Whose hart his owne calamity and carke doth loath to know : The hart whom doubted domage dulles with greater griefe doth glow Eu. When Troyan buildings blasing bright did burne away and broyle , Enkindled first by Grekish brand , they fall to part the spoyle : Repayring fast vnto the seas agayne we come aboord , And now the souldiers weary loynes were eased of his sword , Their bucklers cast aside , vppon the hatches lie aboue . Their warlike handes in practise put , and Oers learne to moue : Ech litle hindraunce seemes to much to them in hasty plight , When of recourse the Admirall gaue watchword by his light , And trumpet blast beganne to cal our army from delay , The paynted Pup with gilded snowt did first guyde on the way : And cut the course , which following on a thousand shippes did ryue , Then first a wynd with pipling puffes our launcing ships did dryue , Which glyded downe vpon our sayles the water beyng calme With breath of westerne wynd so myld scant moued any walme . The shyning seas bespred about with shippes doth glister bright , And also couerd with the same lay hid from Phoebus lyght : It doth vs good to gase vppon the naked shore of Troy : The desart Phrygian plots so bare to vew wee hop for ioye : The yeuth each one besturres themselues , and striking altogeather , They tough their oers & with their toyle they helpe the wynd & weather They tug and chearely row by course , the spiritng seas vp dash , Agaynst the ratling ribs of ships the flapping floods do flash The hory froth of wrestling waues which ores aloft doth rayse , Do draw and trace a furrow through the marblefaced seas . When stronger blast with belly swolne our hoysted sayles did fil , They row no more , but let the Pup to goe with wynd at wil , Their sheryng oers layd assyde our Pilot doth espye , How farre from any land aloofe our sayles reculing flye , Or bloudy battels doth display the threats of Hector stout , Or of his ratling waggings tels , wherein he rode about . Or how his gashed carkas slayne and traynd about the field To funeral flan es and obit rightes for coyne agayne was yeld . How Iupiter embathed was al in his royall bloud . The frolicke fish disposed was to mirth in Tyrren floud , And fetching friskes both in and out playes on the waters brim , And on his broade and fynny backe about the seas doth swim , With gambals quicke in ringes around and side to side enclynd , Erwhyle he sportes afront the pup , and whips agayne behynd , Now fidling on the snout before the dalying wanton route With iocundary ioly tryckes doth skip the fleete about . Sometyme he standeth gasing on and eyes the vessels bright , Now euery shore is couered cleane , and land is out of sight , The parlous poynt of Ida rocke in sight doth open lye , And that alone espie we could with fyrmly fixed eye , A duskye clowde of stifling smoake from Troy did smolter blacke , When Titan from the weary neckes the heauy yokes did slacke . The fading light did groueling bend , and downe the day did shrowd , Agaynst the Starres amounting vp a litle misty clowde Came belching out in yrksome Iompe , and Phoebus galland beams He spewd vppon , bestayning them duct downe in Westerne streams . The Sunne set swaruing in such sort with diuers chaunge of face , Did geue vs cause to haue mistrust of Neptunes doubted grace . The euening first did burnish bright , and paynt with starres the sky . The wyndes were layed , and cleane forsooke our sayles that quiet lie . When cracking , ratling , rumbling noyse , tusht down with thundring sway From top of hills , which greatter sturre doth threaten and bewraye . With bellowinges , and yellinges lowde , the shores do grunt & grone , The craggy clyues and roaring rocks do howle in hollow stone . The bubling waters swelles vpreard before the wrastling wynd , When sodaynly the lowring light of Mone is hid and blynd . The glymsing starres do goe to glade , the surging seas are tost Euen to the skyes among the clowdes the light of heauen is lost . More nightes in one compacted are with shadow dim and blacke , One shadow vpon another doth more darknes heape and packe , And euery sparke of light consum'd the waues and skyes do meete , The ruffling windes range on the seas , through euery coast they fitt . They heaue it vp with violence , oreturnde from bottom low , The westerne wynd flat in the face of Easterne wynd doth blow . With hurley burley Boreas set ope his blasting mouth , And girdeth out his boysteous breth agaynst the stormy south , Each wynd with al his might doth blow , and worketh daungers deepe , They shake the floods , a sturdy blast along the seas do sweepe . That rolles and rumbles waue on waue , a northren tempest stronge , Aboundance great of flacky snow doth hurle our shippes amonge . The southwynd out of Libia , doth rage vppon a shold , And with the puissant force therof the quicksandes vp be rold , Nor bydeth in the south which doth with tempest lumpe and lower , And force the flowing floods to rise by powring out a shower . The stubberne Eurus , Earthquakes made , and shoke the countries East , And Eos cost where Phoebus first aryseth from his rest . How violent Corus stretcht and tare his yawning breast ful wyde ? A man would sure haue thought the world did from his center slyde , And that the frames of Heauen broke vp the Gods adowne would fall And Chaos darke confused heape would shade and couer all . The streame straue with the wynd , the wynd dyd beate it downe againe . The springing sea within his bankes can not it selfe contayne , The raging showre his trilling droppes doth mingle with the seas , And yet in all this misery the fynd not so much ease , To see and know what ill it is , that worketh theyr decay . The darknes dim oppresseth still and keepes the light away : The blackfacst night with Hellicke hue was clad of Stygian lake And yet ful oft with glimsing beames the sparkling fyre out brake , The clowde doth cracke , and beyng rent the lightning leapeth out , The wretches like the same so well it shyning them about , That stil they wish such light to haue ( although God wot but yll ) The nauy swaying downe it selfe doth cast away , and spill . One side with other side is crackt , and helme is rent with helme , The ship it selfe the gulping seas do headlong ouerwhelme . Erwhyle a greedy gaping gulph doth sup it vp amayne , Then by and by tost vp aloft it spewes it out againe , She with her swagging full of sea to bottome lowe doth sinke And drencheth deepe asyde in floods her totring broken brinke . That vnderneath a dosen waues lay drowned out of sight , Her broken plankes swim vp and downe , spoyld is her tackle quight , Both sayle and Oers cleane are lost , the mayne mast eke is gone . That wonted was to beare vpright the sayle yard thereuppon , The timber and the broken bordes lye on the waters brim , When cold and shiuering feare in vs doth strike through euery lim , The wysest wits entocksicate dare nothing enterprise , And cunning practise naught auayles when feareful stormes aryse , The mareners letting duty slip stand staring all agast , Their scoping ores sodaynly out of their handes are wrast . To prayer then apace we fall , when other hope is none , The Greekes and Troyans to the Gods alyke do make their mone . Alacke what succour of the fates may wee poore wretches fynd ? Agaynst his father Pyrrhus beares a spyteful cankred mynd , At Ayax grudge Vlisses doth , king Menela doth hate Great Hector : Agamemnon is with Priam at debate . O happy man is he that doth lye slayne in Troyan ground , And hath deserude by handy stroake to take his fatall wound , Whom fame preserueth , taking vp his tombe in conquerd land Those momes whose melting cowardes hart durst neuer take in hand Or enterprise no noble acte , those force of floods shall drowne But fate forbearing long , wil take stoute Brutes of high renoume , Ful wel we may ashamed be , in such a sort to dye , If any man his spyteful mynd yet can not satisfye , With these outragious plunging plagues that downe from Gods are sent , Appease at length thy wrathful God agayne and take relent . Euen Troy for pity would haue wept , to see our woefull case , But if that in thy boyling breast black rancour still haue place , And that the Greekes to ruin run , it bee thy purpose bent , Why doe these Troyans goe to wrack ? for whom thus are wee spent ? Asswage the rygaur of the sea that threarning hilles vp reares : This drenched Fleete the Troyan folke and Greekes together beares . Then from theyr prayers are they put , theyr foultring tonges doe stay , The roring seas doth drowne their voyce and caryes their cries away . Then mighty Pallas armed with the lepping lightning syre , That teasty Ioue doth vse to hurle prouokt to swelling yre , With threatning Iaueling in her hand , her prowesse meanes to try . And eke her force whose boyling breast with Gorgon fits doth fry , Or what with Target she can doe , and with her Fathers fyre . Then from the Skyes another storme begins abroade to spyre , But Aiax nothing yet dismaide all force withstandeth stout , Whom when hee spred his swelling sayles with Cable stretched out , She lighting downe did wryng him hard , and wrapt him in her flame , And flang another flasshing dint of lightning on the same , With all her force and violence her hand brought back agayne , She tost him out , as late that feate her father tought her playne . Both ouer Aiax and his Pup she flyeth ouerthwart , And renting man and shyp , of both shee beares away a part , His corage nought abated yet hee all to singde doth seeme , Euen like a slubberne ragged Rocke amid the striuing streame , Hee traynes along the roaring seas and eke the waltering waue By shouing on his bourly breast in sunder quite he draue , The Barke with hand he caught , and on it selfe did rype it ouer , Yet Aiax shyneth in the floud which darknesse blinde doth couer . At length attayning to a rocke his thundring crakes were these , I conquered haue the force of fyre and rage of fighting seas , It doth mee good , to mayster thus the anger of the skye , With Pallas wrath , the lightning flames and floods tumultyng hye . The terrour of the warlyck god once could not make me flye , The force of Mars and Hector both at once sustaynd haue I . Nor Phoebus dartes could me constrayne , from him one foote to shoon , All these beside the Phrygians subdued we haue , and woon . When other Mecocks flinges his darts shall I not them withhis stand ? Yea , what if Phoebus came himselfe , to pytch them with his hande ? When in hys melancholy moode he boasted without meane . Then father Neptune lyft his heat about the waters cleane . The beaten rocke with forked mace he vndermyning pluckte From bottom loose , and suncke it downe , when downe himselfe he ducke . There Aiax lay , by land , by fyre , and storme of seas destroid But we by suffering shypwrack ; are with greater plagues anoyd . A subtyle shallow floud there is flowne on a stony shold , Where crafty Caphar out of syght the lurking rocks doth hold , Vppon whose sharpe and ragged tops the swelling side doth flow , The boyling waues do beat thereon still sweaing to and fro : A turrret nodding ouer it doth hange with fallyng sway , From whence on either side from height prospect espy wee may Two seas : and on this hand the coast where Pelops once did raygne , And Isthmus floud in narrow creeke , reculing back agayne , Doth stop Ionian sea , least into Hellespont it run , On th' other part is Lemnon floud that fame by bloudshed woon . On th' other side Calcedon to one doth stand agaynst this forte , And Aulis I le that stayde out ships that thyther did resorte . This Castell heere inhabyte doth our Palimedes sier , Whose cursed hand helde in the top a brand of flaming fier . That did alure our fleete , to turne on lurking rockes a ryght , Entysing them with with blaze to come vnto the lyght . All into fitters shaken are the vessels on the sholde , But other some doe swym , and some vpon the rockes are roulde . And other slipping backe agayne so to eschew the Rocks , His brused Rybs , and ratling sides agaynst eche other knocks , Whereby the other hee doth breake , and broken is himselfe , Then woulde they launee into the deepe , for now they dread the shelfe , This peck of troubles chaunct to hap in dawning of the day . But when the Gods ( besought of vs ) began the rage to stay , And Phoebus golden beames began a freshe to render lyght , The dolefull day discried all the domage done by nyght . CLY. O whether may I now lament , and weepe with wayling sad ? Or shall I els in that my Spouse returned is bee glad ? I doe reioyce , and yet I am compelled to bewayle My countreyes great calamity that doth the same assayle . O Father great whose maiesty doth thundring Scepters shake , The sowring Gods vnto the Greekes now fauourable make , With garlands greene let euery head reioysing now be crounde . To thee the pype in sacryfice melodiously doth sounde , And on thyne aulter lyeth slayne an Heyferd lilly whight , Before the same doe present stand with hanging lockes vndight , A carefull Troyan company in heauy wofull plight , On whom from high the Lawrell tree with spredding braunch doth shyne , Whose vertue hath inspyred them with Phoebus grace diuine , CHORVS . CASSANDRA . ALas the cruell sting of loue how sweetely doth it taste , A misery is mortall man annext whyle lyfe doth last ? The pathe of mischiefe for to flye , now sith there is a gap , And wretched soules be franckly calde From euery wofull hap , By death , a pleasaunt port , for aye in rest them selues to shroude , Where dreadfull tumultes neuer dwell nor stormes of Fortune proude : Nor yet the burning firy flakes of Ioue the same doth doubt , When wrongfully with thwacking thumpes be raps his thunder out : Heere Lady Peace th' inhabitours doth neuer put in flight , Nor yet the victors threatning wrath approching right to fight , No whyrling westernwynde doth vrge the ramping seas to praunce , No dusty cloude that raysed is by sauage Dimilaunce , On horseback riding rancke , by rancke no fearce and cruell host , No people slaughtred , with their townes cleane topsie turuey tost : Whyle that the foe with flaming fyre doth spoyle and waste the wall , Vntamed and vnbridled Mars destroyes and batters all : That man alone who forceth not the fickle fates a strawe , The vysage grim of Acheront whose eyes yet neuer sawe , Who neuer vewd with heauy cheare the vgsome Limbo lake , And putting lyfe in hasarde , dare to death him selfe betake . That person is a Prynces peare , and lyke the Gods in myght , Who knoweth not what death doth meane is in a pitious plight The ruthfull ruin of our natyue countrey wee behelde : That wofull nyght , in which the roofes of houses ouerquelde , In Dardans City blasing bryght with flasshing fiery flames . When as the Greekes with burning brandes enkindle did the frames , That : Troy whom war & beedes of armes might not subdue and take . As once did mighty Hercules , whose Ouyuer causde it quake , Which neither he that Peleus sonne , and sonne to Thetis was , Nor whom Achilles loued to wel , could euer brynge to passe , When glytering bright in field he ware false armour on his back , And counterfayting fearse Achill the Troyans draue to wrack . Nor when Achilles he hym selfe his minde from sorow wrast , And Troyan women to the walles did scuddyng leape in hast . In myserie she lost her proud estate , and fast renoume , By being stoutly ouercome , and hardly pulled downe . Yeares fyue & fyue did Troy resiste , that yet hereafter must , In one nyghts space by destenie he layed in the dust . Theyr fained giftes well haue we tried that huge and fatall gin , We lyght of credit , with our owne ryght hand haue haled in , That fatall gyft of Greeckes : what tyme at entry of the gap The hugye hors did shyueryng stand , where in the in selues did wrap The captaynes close , in holow vautes with bloudy war yfreight . When lawfully we might haue tryde , and serched their deceit : So by theyr owne contryued snares the grekes had bin confound : The brasen bucklers being shooke did gyue a clattring sound . A priuy whyspering often tymes came tyckling in our ear . And Pyrrhus ( in a murreynes name so ready for to heare . The crafty councell picked out of false Vlifsses brayne , ) Did tangle in the halow Uautes that range thereof agayne . But fearing and suspecting nought the headdy youth of Troy Layde handes vpon the sacred ropes , to hale and pull with ioy , On this syde younge Astyanax came garded with his trayne , On th' other part Pollixena disponsed to bee slayne Vpon Achilles tombe , she coms with maydes , and hee with men , A ioly flocke with equall yeares as younge as they were then . Theyr vowd oblations to the gods in holy day attyre , The matrons bryng and so to church repayreth euecry syre . And all the city did alyke , yea Hecuba our queene ( That synce the woful Hectors death or now was neuer fene ) She mery is : O griefe accurst , of all thy sorowes depe For whych that first , or last befell entendest thou to wepe ? Our battred walles which heauenly hands erected haue and framde ? Or els the burning temples which vpon their Idols flamde ? Lamenting these calamyties wee haue not time and space , O mighty parent Pryam we poore Troyans wayle thy case . The olde mans thratling throate I sawe , ( alas ) I saw yborde With cruell Pyrrhus blade , that scante with any bloud was gorde : CAS. Refraine your teares that down your cheekes should tricle euermore With woefull waylings piteously your pryuate friendes deplore My myseries refuse a mate , so much accurst as I : To rewe my carefull case , refrayne your lamentable cry . As for myne owne distresse to moorne , I shall suffice alone . CHO. To mingle teares with other teares it doth vs good to mone : In those the burning teary streames more ardently doe boyle , Whom secret thoughts of lurking cares in priuy breast turmoyle : Though that thou were a Gossop stout , that brooke much sorrow may I warraunt thee , thou myghtest well , lament this sore decay , Not sad and solemne Aedon that in the woodes doth singe Her sugred Ditties finely tunde on sweete and pleasaunt stringe : Recording Irys woefull hap in diuers kynde of note , Whom Progne though he were her chylde and of her wombe begot , For to reueng his fathers fault , she did not spare to kill : And gaue his flesh and bloude for foode the fathers Maw to fill . Nor Progne who in Swallowes shape : vpon the rydges hye , Of houses sits in Biston towne bewayling piteously , With chattering throate , of Tereus her spouse the cruell act , ( Who did by strength and force of armes a shamefull brutishe fact . Defile the syster of his wyfe , fayre Philomel by name , And eke cut out her tonge , least shee should blab it to his shame ) Though Progne this her husbandes rape lamenting very sore Doe wayle , and weepe with piteous plaint , yet can shee not deplore Sufficiently , though that shee woulde , our countreyes piteous plight : Though he himselfe among the Swans syr Cygnus lilly whight . Who dwelles in streame of Ister floud , and Tanais channell coulde , His weeping voyce most ernestly though vtter out her woulde : Although the morning Halcyons with dolefull sighes doe wayle , At such time as the fighting floudes their Cyex did assayle , Or rashly wexing boulde attempt the Seas now layde at rest , Or being very fearefull feede their broode in tottring nest , Although as squemishe hearted men those priestes in bedlem rage , Whom mother Cyble being borne on high in lofty stage , Doth mooue , to play on shalmes , Atys the Phrygian to lament , Yet can not they this lot bewayle , though brawn from armes they rent . Cassandra , in our teares there is no measure to refrayne , Those miseryes all measure passe , that plunged vs in payne . The sacred fillets from thy heads , why dost thou hale and pull ? They chiefly ought to worship God , whose hearts with griefe be dull . CAS. My feare by this affliction is cleane abaled all , Nor praying to the heauenly Ghostes for mercy will I call . Although they were disposde to chafe and fret in fustten fumes , They nothing haue me to displease , Fortune her force consumes . Her spyte is worne vnto the stumpes , what countrey haue I left ? Where is my Syre ? am I of all my systers quite bereft . The sacred tombes and alter stones our bloud haue drunke & swylde , Where are my brethren blessed knor ? destroyed in the fylde . All widdow Wyues of Priams sonnes may easly now beholde , The Pallace voyde and cast of court of silly Priam olde . And by so many marriages so many Wyddowes are , But onely Hellen comming from the coast of Lacon farre . That Hecuba the mother of so many a pryncely wyght , Whose fruitfull Wombe did breede the brand , of fyer blasing bryght : Who also bare the swinge in Troy , by practise now doth learne , New lawes and guise of desteny in bondage to discerne . On her shee takath heart of grace with lookes so sterne and wylde , And barketh as a bedlem bitch about her strangled chylde Deare Polidor , the remnaunt left , and onely hope of Troy , Hector , and Priam to reuenge , and to restore her ioy . CHO. The sacred Phoebus Prophet is with sodayne silence husht : A quaking trembling shiuering feare throughout her Isms hath rusht : Her Face as pale as Ashes is , her Fillits stande vpryght , The soft and gentle goldilockes starte vp of her affright . Her panting breathing breast stuft vp within doth grunt and grone . Her glaring bryghe and steaming Eyes are hether and thyther throwne . Now glauncing vp and downe they roll : now standing stiffe they stare . She stretcheth vp her head more streyght then commonly she bare , Boult vp she goes , her wrastling Iawes that fast together clinge , She doth attempt by diuers meanes , on sunder how to wringe . Her mumbling words in gabling mouth shut vp she doth asswage , As Menas mad that Bacchus aares doth serue in furious rage . CAS. How doth it hap ( O sacred tops of high Parnassus hill ) That me berapt of sence , with prickes of fury fresh yee fiill ? Why doe you me with ghost inspyre , that am besyde my wits ? O Phoebus none of thyne I am , releasse me from the fits : Infixed in my burning breastes the flames extinguish out , Who forceth me with fury fell to gad and trot about ? Or for whose sake inspyrde with spryte mad mumbling make must I ? Why play I now the Prophet colde , sith Troy in dust doth ly ? The day doth shrynke for dread of warre , the night doth dim mine eyes . With mantell blacke of darknesse deepe cleane couerd is the skyes : But loe two shining Sunnes at once in heauen appeareth bryght , Two Grecian houses muster doe their armies twayne to fight . Amonge the mighty Goddesis in Ida woodes I see , The fatall sheepherd in his throne as vmpier plast to bee : I doe aduise you to beware , beware ( I say ) of kynges , ( A kindred in whose cancred heartes olde priuy grudges springes ) That countrey clowne Aegisthus he this stocke shall overthrowe , What doth this foolish despret dame her naked weapons showe ? Whose crowne entendeth shee to cracke in weede of Lacon lande , With Hatchet ( by the Amazons inuented first ) in hand ? What face of mighty maiesty be witched hath myne eyes ? The conquerour of saluage beastes Marmarick Lyon lyes , Whose noble necke is wurried with currish fange and tooth The curlish snaps of eger Lyonesse abyde hee dooth . Alacke yee ghostes of all my friendes why should yee say that I , Among the rest am onely safe , from perils farre to ly ? Fayne father follow thee I would , Troy being layde in dust . O brother terrour of the Greekes , O Troyans ayde and trust . Our auncient pomp I doe not see , nor yet thy warmed handes , ( That fearce on Greekish flaming fleete did fling the fyry brandes ) But mangled members , schorched corps , and sake thy valiaunt armes , Hard pimond and bounde in bands sustayning greeuous harmes : O Troyolus , a match vnfit encountering with Achill ( That myghty man of armes ) to soone come vnto thee I will . I doe delight , to sayle with them on stinking Siygian flood . To vew the churlishe mastife cur of hell , it doth mee good . And gaping mouthed Kingdome darke of greedy Ditis raygne . The Barge of filthy Phlegethon this day shall entertayne , Mee conquering , and conquered , and Prynces soules with all . You flitering shades I you beseeche , and cake on thee I call , O Stygian poole ( whereon the Gods theyr solemne othes doe take Vnbolt a whyle the Brasne bars of darksome Lymoo lake . Whereby the Phrygian folke in hell may Mycean state beholde . Looke vp yee silly wretched soules , the fates are backward roulde . The sqally sisters doe approch , and deale their bloudy strokes , Their smultring faggots in their handes halfe brunte to ashes smokes . Their vysages so pale doe burne , with fyry flaming eyes : A garment blacke theyr gnawed guts doth gyrde in mourning guyse . Dire dread of night begins to howle , the bones of body bast With lying long doe rot corrupt in miry pudle cast . Beholde , the wery aged man his burning thyrst forgot , The waters dalying at his lippes to catch endeuors not : But mourneth for the funerall , that shall ensue anen . The Troyan Prynce his royall robes tryumphant putteth on . CHO. The furious rage cleane ouerpast begins it selfe to slake . And slyps away , euen as a Bull that deadly wounde doth take On gasshed neck afront the aares : come let vs ease at last Her lymbes , that of the spryte of God hath felt the mighty blast . Returning home agayne at length and crounde with Lawrell bow ( A signe of worthy victory ) is Agamemnon now . The Wyfe to meete her Husband , doth her speedy passage ply , Returning hand in hand , and foote by foote most louingly .
THE FOVRTH ACTE . AGAMEMNON . CASSANDRA . AT length I doe arryue agayne vppon my natiue soyle : God saue thee O deare loued Lande , to thee so huge a spoyle So many barbarous people yeelde : the flowre of Asia . Troy : To beare thy yoake submits her selfe , that longe did liue in ioy . Why doth this Prophet ( on the grounde her sprawling body layde ) Thus reele and stagger on her necke , all trembling and dismayde ? Sirs , take her vp , with Lycour warme let her bee chearished . Now peepes she vp agayne , with drouping eyes sonke in her head : Plucke vp thy spryte , heere is the porte wisht for in misery : This day is festiuall . CAS. At Troy so was it wont to bee . AG. Let vs to Th' alters worship gyue . C. At Th' alters died my sire : A , Pray wee to Ioue . C. To loue whose grace diuine doth me inspire ? AG. Dost thou suppose that Troy thou seest ? C. And Priam eke I see . AG. Troy is not heere . C. where Helen is there take I Troy to bee , AG. Feare not as maide to serue thy dame . C. Nay fredome draweth ny . AG. Take thou no thought how thou shalt liue . C. All cares for to defy , Death giues a courage vnto mee . AG. Yet say I once agayne There is no daunger left , whereby thou mightest hurt sustayne . CA. But yet much troublous daunger both hang ouer thy head I wot . AG. What mischiefe may a victor dread ? CA. Euen that hee dreadeth not . AG. Yee trusty meny of my men come cary her away , Till of the spryte shee ryd her selfe , least fury force her say That may be preiudiciall , her tongue she cannot frame . To thee O Father flinging forth the lightnings flasshing flame , That dost disperse the cloudes , and rule the course of euery starre , And guyde the Globe of Earth , to whom the boottes woon by warre With triumphe victors dedicate : to thee O Iuno hight The syster deare of doughty Ioue , ( thy husband full of might ) Both I and Greece with flesh and bloude , and eke our vowed beast , And gorgious gyftes of Arabie , giue worship to thy hest . Chorus . O GREECE by noble Gentlemen in honour shyning cleare , O GREECE to wrathfull IVNO thou that art the darling deare , Some iolly worthy lusty bloude thou fosters euermore , Thou hast made euen the Gods , that were a number odde before . That puissaunt mighty Hercules a noble Impe of thyne Deserued by his trauels twelue , rapt vp in heauen to shyne . For whom the heauens did alter course , and Iupiter with all Did iterate the howres of nyght , when dampishe dewe doth fall . And charged Phoebus chariot swyfte to trot with slower pace , And leasurely bright lady Moone thy homwarde Wayne to trace , Bryght Lucifer that yeare by yeare his name a newe doth chaunge , Came backe agayne , to whom the name of Hesper seemed straunge . Aurora to her common course her reared head addrest , And couching backward downe agayne the same shee did arest , Vpon the shoulder of her spouse , whose yeares with age are worne The east did feele , so felt the west , that Hercules was borne . Dame nature coulde not cleane dispatch , to vtter in one night , That boystous lad : the whyrling worlde did wayght for such a wight . O babe whose shoulders vnderprop , the ample spactous sky , In clasped armes thy prewesse did the crusshed Lyon try . Who from his fyry yawning throate spewes out his broyling brande , The nimble hynde in Menall mount hath knowne thy heauy hande ▪ The Bore hath felt thy fyst , which did Arcadia destroy . The monstrous conquerde Bull hath rorde that Creta did anoy . The Dragon dyre that breeding beast in Lerna poole he slewe , And chopping of one head forbad thereof to ryse anewe . With clubbed brusing battring batte he crankly did subdew . ( The brethren twins the tewde vn Teate ) whereof three monsters grew . Of tryple formed Gerion the spoyle into the east , A droue of ECttell Hercules did fetch out of the weast . Away from tyraunt Diomede the Thracian horse he led , Which neyther with the grasse that grew by Styrmon floud he fed , Nor yet on Heber bankes , but them the villayne did refresh His greedy mounching cramming tades with aliaunts bloud and flesh . Their rawfed Iawes imbrewde were with the carmans bloud at last , The spoyles and shaftes Hipolyte saw from her bosome wrast As sone as he with clattring 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 them 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. Hee is escapte and gone , and with vnmeasurable might The Chariot horse with rayne at will doe scud out of my sight . Now free from perill on my foes attendaunce will I make . And offer willingly my head the deadly wounde to take . The cruell conqueresse of her spouse is come , whose spotted weede With sprinkels ( signe of slaughter ) doe beare recorde of her deede . Her goary handes new bathde in bloude as yet they bee not dry , Her rough and churlishe rigorous lookes the fact doe notify . Unto the Temple will I trudge . Cassandra suffer mee , Opprest with egall griefe , take parte of sacrifice with thee .
THE FIFTE ACTE . THE FOVRTH SCENE . Clytemnestra . Electra . AEgisthus . Cassandra . O Thou thy Mothers Enemy , vngracious saucy face . After what sorre dost thou a mayde appeare in publyque plate ? ELEC. I haue wyth my virginity the bowres of Baudes forsooke . CLY. What man is het , that euer thee to bee a vyrgin tooke ? E. What your own daughter ? C. With thy mother more modest should , EL. Doe you at length begin to preach , such godlines to me . thou be . CL. A marily stomacke stout thou bast with swelling hawty hart . Subdued with sorrow learne thou shall to play a womans part . EL. A swerd and buckler very well a woman doth beseeme , ( Except I dote . ) CL. Thy selfe dost thou haylefellowe with vs esteeme ? EL. What Agamemnoon new is this , whom thou hast got of late ? CL. Hereafter shall I tame , and teach thy gyrlish tongue to prate . And make thee know , how to a Queene thy taunting to forbeare . EL. The whilst ( thou Wyddow ) aunsware me directly to this geare . Thy husband is bereued quight of breath , his lyfe is donne . CL Enquier where thy brother is , so seeke about my sonne . EL. Hee is departed out of Greece . CL. Goe fetch him out of hande . EL. Fetch thou my father vnto mee . CL. Giue me to vnderstande , Where doth he lurking hyde his head ? where is he shrunke away ? EL. All plunge of perills past hee is , and at a quiet stay , And in another Kyngdome where no harme hee doth mistrust , This aunswere were sufficient , to please a Parent trust . But one whose breast doth boyle in wrath , it cannot satisefy . CL. To day by death thou shalt receyue thy fatall destiny . EL. On this condition am I pleasde , the Aulter to forsake , If that this hanc shall doe the deede , my death when I shall take . Or els if in my throate to bath thy blade , thou doe delight , Most willingly I yeelde my throate , and giue thee leaue to smite . Or if thou will chop of my heade in brutishe beastly guise , My necke a wayting for the wounde out stretched ready lies . Thou hast committed sinfully a great and grieuous guilt . Goe purge thy hardned hands , the which thy husbands bloud haue spilt . CL. O thou that of my perills all dost suffer part with mee , And in my realme dost also rule with egall dignity , Aegisthus , art thou glad at this ? ( as doth her not behoue , ) With checks and taunts the daughter doth her mothers mallice moue . Shee keepes her brothers counsell close conueyde out of the way . AEGI. Thou malipert and witlesse wenche , thyne cluishe prating stay , Refrayne those wordes vnfit thy Mothers glowing cares to vex . EL. What shall the breeder of this broyle controll me with his checks , Whose fathers gut it hath caused him to haue a doubtfull name , Who both is to his sister , sonne , and Nephew to the same ? CL. To snap her head of with thy swerd Aegist dost thou refrayne ? Let her giue vp the ghost : or bryng her brother straight agayne : Let her be lockt in dungeon darck , and let her spend her dayes , In Caues & Rocks , with painefull pangues , torment her euery wayes . I hope him whom she hidden hath shee will agayne discry , Through being clapt in pryson strong and suffring pouerty With yrksome and vnsauory smells on euery syde annoyde , Enforst to weare a wyddowes weede , er wedding day enioyde : Put in exile and banishment when eche man doth her hate : So shall she bee by misery compeld to yeelde to late , Prohibyted of holsome ayre fruition to haue . EL. Graunt me my dome by meanes of death to passe vnto my graue . CL. I would haue graunted it to thee , if thou should it deny . Unskilfull is the tyraunt , who by suffring wretches dy Doth ende theyr paynes . EL. what after death doth any thing remayne ? CL. And if thou doe desyre to dye , the same see you refrayne . Lay hands sirs on this wondrous wretch , whom being caryed on , Euen to the furthest corner of my iurisdiction . Farre out beyond Mycoenas land in bonds let her be bound , With darknesse diui in hiddeous holde let her be closed round . This captiue Spouse and wicked Queane , the Trull of Prynces bed Shall pay her paynes , and suffer death by losing of her head . Come , hale her on , that she may followe , that way my spouse is gon , Whose loue from mee entised was . CAS. Doe not thus hale mee on . I will before you take the way , these tydings first to tell Vnto my countrey men of Troy beneath in lowest hell . How ouerquelmed ships ech where are spread the seas vppon : And Micœne countrey conquerde , is brought in subiection . He that of thousand captaynes was graunde captayne generall , Come to as great calamity as Troy it selfe did fall , Entrapped was by traytrous trayne , and whoredome of his Wyfe , And by a gyft receaued of her , depriued of his Lyfe . Let vs not linger : on with mee , and thankes I doe you giue . I ioy , that it might be my hap , thus after Troy to liue . CL. Go to , prepare thy selfe to dye thou frantique raging wight . CAS. The fransy fits of fury fell on you shall also light . EVRIBATES . Added to the Tragedy , by the Translator . ALas yee hatefull hellish Hagges , yee furies foule and fell , Why cause yee rusty rancours rage in noble heartes to dwell ? And cancred hate in boyling breastes to grow from age to age ? Coulde not the graundstres paynefull pangues the childrens wrath asswage ? Nor famyne faynt of pyning paunche , with burning thyrst of hell , Amid the blackest streame of Sticks where poysning breathes do dwel . Where vapors bile parbraking out from dampishe myry mud , Encrease the paynes of Tantalus deserude by guiltles bloud , Could not thine owne offence suffice Thyestes in thy Lyfe , To file thy brothers spousall Bed , and to abuse his Wyfe ? But after breath from body fled , and Lyfe thy Lymmes hath left , Can not remembraunce of reuenge out of thy breast be reft ? What , yet hast thou not layde thy lips , taiaste of Lethes floude ? Now afte death why dost thou come to moue thy sonne to bloude ? Coulde cruell Ditis graunt to thee thy pasporte backe agayne ? To worke this woe vpon the world , and make such rigour raygne , That Clytemnestra is become the fifty sister dyre Of Danaus daughters , that did once theyr husbands death conspyre . Loe here how fickle fortune giues but brytle fading ioy . Lot , hee who late a Conquerour tryumphed ouer Troy , Enduring many sturdy stormes with mighty toyle and payne To sowe the seede of fame , hath reapt small fruite thereof agayne . When as his honour budding forth with flowre began to bloome , ( Alas ) the stocke was hewed downe and sent to deadly doome . And they that of his victory and comming home were glad , To sodayne mourning chaunge their myrth with heauinesse bestad . The lusty pompe of royall courte is deade : ( O dolefull day ) The people mone theyr prynces death with woe and weale away : With howling crying , wringing hands , with sobs , with sighes , & teares , And with their fists they beate their breasts , they pull & hale their heares . And as the sheepe amased run , and rampe aboute the fielde , When as theyr shepherd to the Wolfe his goary throate doth yeelde Euen so as mad they rage and raue throughout Micoenas land , Depriued of theyr Prynce , they feare the bloudy Tyrauntes hand . While thus were woefull waylings hard in euery place about , The good Cassandra ( come from Troy ) to death is haled out . Like as the Swan , who when the time of death approcheth nye , By nature warned is thereof , and pleased well to dye , Doth celebrate her funerall with dirge and solemne songe : Euen so the noble vyrgin who in woe hath liued longe , Most ioyfull goes she to her death with milde and pleasaunt face , Stout bouistring out her burly breast with pryncely porte and grace . Nothing dismayde with courage bolde , and chearefull countenaunce , On stage ordeyned for her death shee gan her selfe aduaunce : As though she had not thyther come , to leaue her lothsome lyfe , As though she had not come , to taste the stroke of fatall knyfe . But euen as it in brydale bed her iourney were to meete Corebus deare , not hauing mynde of death , nor winding sheete , When looking rounde on euery side she tooke her leaue of all , From vapourde eyes of younge and olde the trickling teares doe fall . The Greekes them selues to griefe are moude to see this heauy sight , So pity pearst the headmans heart , that thrise aboute to smite He stayde the smot : with shiuering hand yet once agayne he tryed . And from her shoulders stroke her heade . And thus the vyrgin dyed . But now the Greekes another cause of mourning haue in hand : Orestes , Agamemnons some , is forst to fly the land . Amonge olde rotten ragged Rockes there lies an vgly place . A Dungeon deepe , as darke as hell , vnknowne to Phoebus face . An holow huge wyde gaping hole , with way still bending downe , Whose mouth with venonous wythred weedes is hid and ouergrowne , Where stinking smels come belching out from filthy durty dyke . Where Verment vyle doe creepe and craule , in hell is not the lyke . Ilfauourde , foule misshapen bugges , doe lucke about this caue , With dreadfull sounds , and roaring noyse withing the pit they raue . Euen heather is Electra sent , in darckenesse deepe to lye , In pouerty , and comfortlesse without the lyght of skye , Fast clogde with Yron boults and Chaynes , thus by her mother layde In torments , till by her to death Orestes be betrayde : gaue ( as Cassandra telleth ) shall reuenge his fathers death , Depryue with swerd th' adulterour , and Mother both of breath . So after all these bloudy broyle , Greece neuer shall bee free : But bloud for bloud , and death by turnes , the after age shall see . FINIS .
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Th'internall wheather coast to shun doe stande in doubt , Th'infernall fie●des I fly , the foalke of earth I chase fie●des to shun doe stande in doubt , Th'internall fiendes I fly , the foalke of earth I chase about ●xions with Mane shag hatry , rusty blacke : Where Ixions Carkasse linked fast , the whirling wheele bre enterprysing greater guilte then that is put in ure , To file my Daughters bawdy Bed , my lust ▪ Nephewes bee , when nature rightly runnes , She being tumbled doth confounde , and mingle ▪ shatling sayles the surging seas did hide , That beateth on the bankes of Troy , and pash● pithy Pollaxe geuen His beaten braynes are pasht abroade , his cracked Skull is reuen . Now sm●●ing . What now ? how hapneth it that thus the smiling sommers night , When Phoebus from Th'antipodes 〈◊〉 woulde they dreaded bee , and yet not setled so When as they feared are , they feare , and 〈◊〉 When as they feared are , they feare , and lyue in woe . The silent Lady nyght so sweete to ▪ her burden doth vn●●able Fortune shrynke . The swelling Sayles puft vp with gale of rempest westren wynde , Doe yet mystrust thereof a tempest in theyr mynde : The threatning tops ( that ▪ pasture fat is put , Whose Necke is larded best , his throate shall first be cut : What Fortune ●all and hoysteth vp on hye , Shee lets it vp to fall agayne more greeuously . The thinges of f●●t incestuous loue in ship of Thessail land , To flit away from Colchos yle , where Phasis channel grea●ter These came by hap , thou therfore must on greatter mischiefe light . withfranticke rage and raue with bedlam braynes , to fret with franticke fittes ? Though madam thou do trode● feble , weary , batred downe , and vnder troden shame , That wrestleth , striueth , strugleth wo● stepdame haue whose wrath wil worke their woe . With gashing sword ( and if thou can none ●ake swelling moode now mittigate , thy choller eake asswage . Way wel the wayghty enterpryse retur●es dost take in hand , Tryumphant victor he returnes of mighty Asia land Auenging Europes iniury she● fire , S●l pay thee so much bldud agayne as shed he bath in fyre How haps it that his trembling co●enaunt haue stucke and ought not to forsake , To couenaunt continent a new let vs our selues betake B●t strumpets come that clong about him al ? But yet the Prophetesse of Thebe ( whom God peete life . A Queenes estate cannot abyde her peere with her to raygne , Ind ielous wedlocke ●elease couered hot If that the victors owne free will release his captiues care , Why may not . I his po● pous ? One law doth rule in royal throne , and pompous princclye Towres , Among the vulgar sorte th● compound . To pardon him if he agayne to pardon the be bounde . The subtil science of the law forbidd●th priuiledge that doth to Kinges belong . What lawes forbiddeth other men , they doe , and doe no wronge man● King of Kinges , and wed an outcast banisht man: quie tnes Phaebe vnbend thy noked bow agayne . Syth quietnes and peace anew we do retayne . And let thy thon string It lyketh thee to play the song that thou did singe : As when from fyery heauen the VVemyndful whose blase sheds light three sondry waies VVe myndful are of thee , and render thankefull burninglightning and guide , VVhose mighty force is by the burning lightning tryde : Who when thou gauest a ▪ worship I . Now pay your vowes vnto the Gods : returned is agayne Vnto his countrey court attayne● the sandy shore , that longe he wished to attayne▪ ▪ And doth he styll enioy his health enhauncte ▪ sandy shore , that longe he wished to attayne ? And doth he styll enioy his health enhauncte w●e The desart Phrygian plots so bare to vew wee hop for ioye : The yeuth each one besturres ●ug toyle they helpe the wynd & weather They tug and chearely row by course , the spir●ing spir●ing They ●ug and chearely row by course , the spiritng seas vp dash , Agaynst the ●atling ●ibs ●atling , the spir●ing seas vp dash , Agaynst the ratling ●ibs of ships the flapping floods do flash ●ibs spir●ing seas vp dash , Agaynst the ●atling ribs of ships the flapping floods do flash The h●ysted When stronger blast with belly swolne our hoysted sayles did fil , They row no more , but s●de With gambals quicke in ringes around and side to side enclynd , Erwhyle he sportes afront fi●t range on the seas , through euery coast they fitt . They heaue it vp with violence , oreturnde blackfa●st oppresseth still and keepes the light away : The blackfacst night with Hellicke hue was clad of Stygian ●ost gulph doth sup it vp amayne , Then by and by tost vp aloft it spewes it out againe , She with Pyr●hus poore wretches fynd ? Agaynst his father Pyrrhus beares a spyteful cankred mynd , At Ayax same handy stroake to take his fatall wound , Whom fame preserueth , taking vp his tombe in conquerd f●oods enterprise no noble acte , those force of floods shall drowne But fate forbearing long , slang him hard , and wrapt him in her flame , And flang another flasshing dint of lightning on the fhyneth and on it selfe did rype it ouer , Yet Aiax shyneth in the floud which darknesse blinde doth for the waters cleane . The beaten rocke with forked led m●ce he vndermyning pluckte From bottom m●ce waters cleane . The beaten rocke with for led mace he vndermyning pluckte From bottom loose a●oyd suffering shypwrack ; are with greater plagues anoyd . A subtyle shallow floud there is flowne ●lipping some vpon the rockes are roulde . And other slipping backe agayne so to eschew the Rocks , His Ryb● agayne so to eschew the Rocks , His brused Rybs , and ratling sides agaynst eche other knocks perk deepe , for now they dread the shelfe , This peck of troubles thau●ct to hap in dawning of thau●ct dread the shelfe , This perk of troubles chaunct to hap in dawning of the day . But when be●ought dawning of the day . But when the Gods ( besought of vs ) began the rage to stay , And Phoebus 〈◊〉 Ouyuer causde it quake , Which neither he that Peleus sonne , and sonne to Thetis was , Nor whom glytesing to wel , could euer brynge to passe , When glytering bright in field he ware ●al●e armour on ●al●e , When glytesing bright in field he ware false armour on his back , And counterfayting myserte the walles did scuddyng leape in hast . In myserie she lost her proud estate , and fast renoume resis●e pulled downe . Yeares fyue & fyue did Troy resiste , that yet 〈…〉 must , In one nyghts space 〈…〉 Yeares fyue & fyue did Troy resis●e , that yet hereafter must , In one nyghts space by destenie he ●yme in , That fatall gyft of Greeckes : what tyme at entry of the gap The hugye hors did shyueryng y●reight captaynes close , in holow vautes with bloudy war yfreight . When lawfully we might haue tryde , and falsa heare . The crafty councell picked out of false Vlifsses brayne , ) Did ●angle in the halow ●angle picked out of false Vlifsses brayne , ) Did tangle in the halow Vaut●● that range thereof agayne Vaut●● Vlifsses brayne , ) Did ●angle in the halow Uautes that range thereof agayne . But fearing hea●dy agayne . But fearing and suspecting nought the headdy youth of Troy Layde handes vpon the sacred ●cected ? Our battred walles which heauenly hands erected haue and framde ? Or els the burning temples cha●e will I call . Although they were disposde to chafe and fret in fus●ten fumes , They nothing fus●ten Although they were disposde to chafe and fret in fustten fumes , They nothing haue me to displease sits none of thyne I am , releasse me from the fits : Infixed in my burning breastes the flames Lyonesle fange and tooth The curlish snaps of eger Lyonesse abyde hee dooth . Alacke yee ghostes of Mic●an . Whereby the Phrygian folke in hell may Mycean state beholde . Looke vp yee silly wretched taggots deale their bloudy strokes , Their smultring faggots in their handes halfe bru●ie to ashes smokes g●awed fyry flaming eyes : A garment blacke theyr gnawed guts doth gyrde in mourning g●yse . Dire g●yse theyr g●awed guts doth gyrde in mourning guyse . Dire dread of night begins to howle , ▪ the wery aged man his burning thyrst forgot , The waters dalying at his lippes to catch I●ue Take thou no thought how thou shalt liue . Defer●ed puissaunt mighty Hercules a noble Impe of thyne Deserued by his trauels twelue , rapt vp in heauen Luci●er Moone thy homwarde Wayne to trace , Bryght Lucifer that yeare by yeare his name a newe doth clea●e Hercules was borne . Dame nature coulde not cleane dispatch , to vtter in one night , That sp●wes Lyon try . Who from his fyry yawning throate spewes out his broyling brande , The nimble hynde v●●layne , Nor yet on Heber bankes , but them the villayne did refresh His greedy mounching cramming ●ooth neuer yet acquayntaunce had with Tasters tooth before . But whipping vp with liuely twigges clea●e packs away , and left the groue befliched cleane . The hound of hell did holde his tongue ▪ vpon his heade his handes coulde not get out , The stopped poake with mouth set ope his swe●d The mankinde dame with trembling hand the swerd drew from her side , Nor to the vtmost of sl●y doth bind . He stryues in vayne , and would fliy of the snare that doth him blind . Which Eli● Bearing a braunch of Paulme , that growes at Elis , in my hand , Returned backe I am , the shal●e welcome home my frend , Whose valiaunt army skalde , and shooke the tattred Troyan walles , ●eares deepe in drousp dumpes oppressed is with feares ? I know full well this damsell is of Prynces Caste●s chyldren doe complayne . Aegist engroceth Castels got by fornication . a●d Hee is escapte and gone , and with vnmeasurable might The Chariot mal●pert Thou malipert and w●tlesse wenche , thyne cluishe prating w●tlesse Thou mal●pert and witlesse wenche , thyne cluishe prating stay , Refrayne gutit controll me with his checks , Whose fathers gut it hath caused him to haue a doubtfull name s●is dye , the same see you refrayne . Lay hands sirs on this wondrous wretch , whom being caryed so●●ng Shall pay her paynes , and suffer death by losing of her head . Come , hale her on , that M●coene ech where are spread the seas vppon : And Micœne countrey conquerde , is brought in subiection ●oy with mee , and thankes I doe you giue . I ioy , that it might be my hap , thus after Troy srtudy Conquerour tryumphed ouer Troy , Enduring many sturdy stormes with mighty toyle and payne To sowe Oresters another cause of mourning haue in hand : Orestes , Agamemnon● some , is forst to fly the Agamemnon● cause of mourning haue in hand : Orestes , Agamemnons some , is forst to fly the land . Amonge