make him know those will not flie in war which may in policie intreat a peace Hast thy course time and soon reduce the year Lucan Infestique obvia Signis Signa pares aquilas pila minantia pilis Ensignes may Ensignes meet Carmania's King great Aladin scorns to avoyd a Turk Princes and Neighbours muster up your strength that we may meet him on his full Cariere and let it be Carmanian's pride to say to o'recome him we ask no second day Scena 2. Actus 4. Enter Amurath at one door with Nobles Bajazet Enter at th' other Hatum richly attended they meet salute in dumb shews Amurath joynes the hands of the Prince and Princesse whilst this is solemnizing is sung to soft Musick this Song following SONG Thine O Hymen thine is she Whose Beauties verse Calliope Sing to Marriage ties an Io Io to Hymen Chorus To thee Apollo is my sute Lend me a while thy silver Lute O what a woe it is to bring A Bride to Bed and never sing Io to Hymen Ambo When she 's old still seemes she yong When she 's weake to her be strong Be Cyprus both and Paphos here Love sing with merry cheere Io to Hymen Amur. You Gods of Marriage sacred Protectoress of lawful propagations and blest Love be most propitious to these grafted stemmes drop dewing showers of generation on them Think Son this day so prodigal of blessing as that had Juno taskt thee like Alcides to grapple with Stymphallides or cleanse Augean stables or like the Trojan Boy sit like a Shepheard on Dardanias hills such a reward as this fair Queen repayes O thou hop'd future off-spring spare thy Parent Hurt not this tender womb these Ivory worlds in which a pritty people yet shall live when you are born O be within your limbs the Gransire Amurath and fathers strength line their faces Nature with their mothers dye And let the destinies make the ensuing night in their Eternal Books with notes most white All. Grant it great Mahomet Hat Most awful father and my honored Prince although it be enacted by the heavens that in these bonds of marriage such curse attends on Princes above private men that no affection nor home-nourisht Love but state and policy must elect their wives which must be fetcht from Countries far remot yet the protecting Powers have such a care both of their off-springs and their Kingdoms state That to what they ordain they work in us a suddain willingnesse to make 's obey for in this brest I do already feel that there 's a kindling a Diviner heat which disobedience never shall extinguish And if there be any felicity from these united Loves to be derived from the weak sex unto the husbands soul then may my Lord make his affection sure to be repaid with an untainted Love With soft and yeilding courtesie in all he shall command my willing arms shall still be ope t' enfold within a wives embrace if any comfort else there be in store which modesty keeps silent to it self cause only husbands and the night must know 't my Loyalty shall ever all perform and though my Lord should frown I le be the same green wood will burn with a continued flame Baja. Princesse our ardour is already fired yet with no violent temerity such as might feare it's short and soon decaying thy vertue seems so to exceed thy Sex and wisdome so far to out-pace thy yeares that surely Princess soon maturity argues in them hidden Divinity Expected Hymen here hath bound our hands and hearts with everlasting ligaments Fortunate both we are and have one blisse the want of which for ever doth infect with anxious cares the sweets of marriage beds our parents benediction and consent they are the truest Hymens and should be to children the best marriage Deity Thus then attended with such sacred charmes our last day of content shall never come till we must part by th' unresisted doome with a pleas'd error we will age beguile all stars on us an equal yoke must smile Amu. Now Lords who 'le dance a Turkish measure Ladies our nerves are shrunk and you now fix the sign of age on me you who have blood still flowing in your veines be nimble as an Hart Caper t' the Sphaeres O you are light that want the weight of years Musick Here Amurath ascends his Throne the rest set down to dance Bajazet with Hatum c. the end of the dance all kneel Amur. begins an health a flourish with Cornets Amu. And health to our Bride and her father O Nobles would this wine were Christians blood but that it would Phrenetique humours breed and so infect our braines with Superstition Enter Eurenoses with six Christian Maidens richly attyred their Haire hanging loose in their hands Cups of Gold with Jewels c. Eure. Auspicious fortunes to great Amurath to ope more springs to this full-tide of joy know potent Emperor I from Europe bring six daughters of six several Kings whose Cities we have equall'd to the ground and of their Palaces did torches make to light their souls through the black cave of death Am. Describe good Captain how the dogs were wearied Eure. So weary were they to indure our swords that by impetuous mutiny themselves turn'd on each other slew their Masters Childrens own hands tore out their fathers throats and each one strove who should be slaughtered first Here did a brother pash out a brothers braines some in stinking Quagmires and deep Lakes which they had made t' avoide their excrements ran quick and in the lake lay buryed Am. Good Executioner of our most just wrath Eur. Nor did it leave till death it self was wearie murder grew faint and each succeeding day shew'd us the slaughter of the day before ' Mongst carcasses and funerals we stood denying those that liv'd such Ceremonies as in their Temples to the Indian gods with prayers and vowes they daily offred Nor destiny nor cruelty ere left till they had nothing for to work upon for of so many souls that breath'd of late these six are all remain which as a Pledge of my best service to your Majesty I here am bold to yeild an offer Amu. Nor shall this present be unrecompenced for thy true service on thee I le bestow all the rich gifts which all these Asian Lords brought to adorn these happy Nuptials on you faire Bride great Princesse and our Daughter do we bestow these Virgins daughters to Kings for your attendance Hat We are two much bound unto our Princely Father Amu. No Daughter no we hope thou art the spring from whence shall flow to all the world a King Captaines and Lords to morrow we must meet to think of our rebellious son in Law Be this time all for comfort and delight short wedding dayes make it seem long to night Exeunt omnes Scena 3. Actus 4. Enter Lazartis and Cobelitz bringing the dead body of Sasmenos Laz. Here set we down our miserable load O Cobelitz with whom
Three Excellent Tragoedies Viz. THE RAGING TURK OR BAJAZET the Second THE COURAGEOUS TURK OR AMVRATH the First AND THE TRAGOEDIE OF ORESTES WRITTEN By THO. GOFF Master of ARTS and Student of Christ-Church in Oxford and Acted by the Students of the same House The second Edition carefully corrected by a friend of the Authors LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. THE RAGING TURK OR BAJAZET THE SECOND A Tragedie Written by THOMAS GOFF Master of ARTS and Student of Christ-Church in Oxford and Acted by the Students of the same House Monstra fato scelera moribus imputes Det ille veniam facilè cui venia est opus The second Edition LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. TO THE No less ingenious then zelous favouorer of ingenuity Sir RICHARD TICHBORNE Knight and Baronet SIR THis Tragedy a manuscript with another of the same Authors came lately to my hands He that gave them birth because they were his Nugae or rather recreations to his more serious and divine studies out of a nice modesty as I have learnt allowed them scarce private fostering But I by the consent of his especiall friend in that they shew him rather Omnium scenarum homo to his glory then disparagment have published them and do tender this to your most safe protection lest it wander a fatherlesse Orphan which every one in that respect will be apt to injure with calumnious censure Now if you vouchsafe to receive and shelter it you will not onely preserve unblemish'd the ever-living fame of the dead Author but assure me that you kindly accept this humble acknowledgement of Your most obliged and ready reall Servant RICH. MEIGHEN The Names of the Actors Bajazet Emperour his Sonnes Mahomates Achomates Corcutus Selymus Thrizham Mahomet Achments a Generall Cherseogles Vizerory of Greece Basses Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Solyman Selymus son Cajubus Achmates son Alexander Bishop of Rome Zemes Bajazets brother Tartarian King Armeniâ— King Asmehemedes Mahomets followers Hamon Bajazets Physician Jewish Monks Herauld Dwarfe Nemesis Capâ—aines Ambassadors Janizaries Souldiers Nuncius THE RAGING TURKE OR the Tragedie of BAIAZET the second of that name Actus 1. Scena 1. Enter Bassaes Isaack with a Crown in his hand Mustapha with a Scepter Mesithes with a Sword they Crown Corcutus youngest son to Bajazet Isaack LEt the world feel thee and those Demigods Proud with the name of Kings debase themselves To honour thee this Crowne commands as much He crowns him Wherewith I do invest thy happy brow Happy indeed if that succeeding times Shall set up vertue so to lessen crimes Thus from the ashes of dead Solyman Is rais'd another Phoenix great Corcutus Live equally adored when Princes bend To better courses all their subiects mend Must Crowns make not Kings nor can that glittering shew Perfect thine honour take another signe Of thy Imperiall dignity t is thine Gives him the Septer That addes a God-like grace unto thy brow This binds due honour that prostrates every knee Before thy throne then live and may that arme Secure thy subjects from all forraigne harme Mes What seasoned knowledg learnings prudent Queen Hath blest thee with must now initiate thee In the pathes of warre All studied Arts Are but degrees unto some wished end And steps of hope whereby we do ascend Unto the top and levell of our thoughts But Kings then prove most happy when they are Watchfull in peace and provident in warre Those are their utmost ends which that they may O'retake Art and the Sword make fairest way The Muses nours'd thee up and thou didst draw The pleasant juice of learning from their brests In thy first nonage here then we bestow The second help to which good Princes owe Much of their welfare Swords are the first ground Of peace and war they both defend and wound Thus are we vow'd to thee let thy dread fame Thunder amazement through the spacious world That when thou lifts thine arme thy foes may say Showts 3. Not Jove but great Corcutus rules the day Cor. Which that applause hath crowned and with it Will ever spight of traytors joying sit As now we do nor shall my watchfull care Be wanting to you whilst this subtil ayre Feedes mine industrious spirits I shall fill The good with joy by cutting off the ill Corrupted rags of men Jove let me stand An object in thine eye when thy swift hand Fails in the stroke of Justice Vertue returne From thy sad exile I will purge the walls From spotted vice and make this city free To entertaine so faire a Queene as shee Then Bassaes I embrace what you have throwne Upon me and these signes of honour thus Gives them back We re-bestow their power still stayes with us Could this vast body of the Common wealth Stand fast without a soule each man should see I am not greedy of this dignity This burdenous weight which some must undergoe The gods are busied with diviner things And put Earths care into the hands of Kings Actus 1. Scena 2. After some clamors of applause Enter Chersogles and Achmetes at several doores Ach. And is Bajazet arriv'd Che. So fame reports Yet how he doth digest Corcutus Raigne That every Bird sings not but sure with paine A Turkish Bajazet and suffer wrong May for a time conceale his griefe not long Eagles soare high and scorne that shorter Plumes Should reach the clouds which their proud wings can touch Corcutus must not raign to keep the right Due to his father nor will he if he might Enter Isaack Hee 's learned therefore just Arts not allow To weare a Crown due to anothers hrow Isa Dar'st thou oppose his greatnesse is not Greece Already wrackt enough have thy proud Towers reard up their loftie spires which steep'd in blood threw a reflex of red backe to the clouds and blush't at their owe ruins are thy crude wounds already stopt and is that day forgot in which the Turkish Mavors Ottoman wielded a sword of death within thy Walles Charon grew weary with hurrying souls to hell when threescore thousand Greeks in one day fell Chers We know their force and sad experience says Move not again Greece welters stil in blood and every crackling thunder of the heavens speaks the shrill eccho of the Turkish drums Then are we drawn by you so let it be about these great affairs as you decree Ach. This phrase becomes the Greeks submissive states must bend the Conqueror must rule the fates Chers And such are you our vanquisht hearts must bend but bad beginnings have a fatal end Me thinks I see great Bajazet in armes spreading his fearful Ensignes in the ayre like some prodigious Comet we may feare speedy revenge unlesse some quick advice works a prevention of his future hate T is he must sway the Scepter or we shall heare a dreadful defiance ratled in our eare hee 's strong in friends and power
and borrowed luster then descend rankt with the vulgar heads first let me feel the Titian vultur or Ixions wheel and the worst torture hell it selfe can bring to scourge my soul ô let me die a King But stay I must bethink me at what rate I purchase these fair trappings ha the curse of him that got mee start my danted spirits shall I usurp a throne and sit above my father whilst the gaping pit of hell with wide stretcht jawes yawnes for my fall O I am struck with horror and the slaves of Stix already sting my wounded soul Cher. Will you fair Prince reject all future hopes of just succession and afflict your Sire by your unjust detainment of his Crown Corcu. I am distracted and me thinks I burn under these robes of State a boyling heat runs from them through my veins Joves hardy son when he bewrapt himselfe in Nessus shirt felt not more bitter agonies then I cloath'd in the trappings of my majesty I am resolv'd Bassaes go meet our father allure him home with this I am begun to be no King but a repentant son Exeunt Mesithes and Cherseogles Pallas I aske thy pardon I have straied A gracelesse trewant from thy happy schooles Whither I le now returne there 's not a ranke Place or degree can sort us out true blisse Without thy temple there my dwelling is Amongst the sacred monuments of wit Which Classique authors carefully have writ For our instruction I will wast my time So to wash out the spots of this sad crime Court honours and you shadows of true joy That shine like starres till but a greater light Drowne your weake luster I adjure your sight Even from my meditations and my thoughts I banish your entising vanities And closely kept within my studie walls As from a cave of rest henceforth I le see And smile but never taste your misery I but as yet am floating on the waves Of stormy danger nor am sure to scape The violent blast of angry Bajazet Blow faire my hopes and when I touch the shore I le venture forth on this rough surge no more Enter Bajazet Cherseogles Achmetes Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Mahomet Achomates Selymus Trizham Mahomet Zemâ—s disguised See where he comes oh how my guilty blood Starts to my face and proves my cause not good Our dutie to our father kneeles Baja. Ours to the Emperor kneeles Cor. Why kneels great Bajazet I am thy son Thy slave and if thy wrath but frowne undone VVhy kneeles great Bajazet heavens hide thy face From these proposterous doings Ba. What not asham'd To circle in thybrow with that bright crown Yet blush to see me kneel though filiall rites And morall precepts say the son must bend Before the Father yet your high degree and power bids you rise commands my knee Corc. These ornaments be thine Here Bajazet I Crowne thee Monarch of the spacious West Asia and Affrica if ought be mine greater then these I here proclaim it thine Omnes Live Bajazet our mighty Prince live rule and flourish Baja. Is this your zeale is it Did every voice breath out a willing suffrage I am crowned my joyes are fully perfect and I feele my lightned spirits caper in my brest Rise thou starre-bright mirrour of thine age To Corcutus kneeling by thee our iron daies prove full as good as when old Saturne thundred in the clouds Be an example to succeeding times how sons should use their Parents and I vow when I shall faile this honour to thy brow Attend us Bassaes I le lead on to joy never was Father blest with such a boy Exeunt omnes manet Corcutus Corcu. Freed from a princely burthen I possess A Kingly liberty and am no lesse Princely observance waite on him on me thoughts undisturb'd I shall then happy be Exit Actus 1. Scena 5. Enter Zemes the brother of Bajazet alone Zemes. Scarce had I set my foot within these walls in expectation of a solemne hearse due to the wandring Ghost of Mahomet but lowd alarmus of abundant joy ring in mine eares and every servile groome Congratulates the coronation A showt within of Bajazet harke how they roare it out A cold disturbance like a gelid frost settles my blood withinme and I hate his cheerefull triumphs more then mine owne fate 'T is true indeed I prov'd not the first fruites an elder off-spring of my Fathers breed yet was it so that Bajazet and I both tumbled in one wombe perhaps the Queene of womens labours doted at our birth and sent him first abroad or else I slept and he before me stole into the world must I then lose my glory and be hurld A slave beneath his feet no I must be An Emperor as full as great as he Exit Actus 1. Scena 6. Enter Isaack alone Isa Divorc'd my Daughter fond and insolent man I le crush thee into nothing if I can endure the noise of my disgrace I know how to return it I am a flame of fire a chafing heat distempers all my blood Achmetes thou must cool it when thy limbs are emptied of that moysture they sucke in and thy stain'd blood inchanted from thy veins then shall I be appeased meane while I live thy mortall foe But stay let me contain mine anger undiscover'd Friend how is' t Enter Mesithes Mesi Know you not Isaack Isa What Mes The flight of Zemes hence to Armenia Isa Of Zemes Mes Yes he walkt about the City disguis'd and unseen till his escape Isa 'T is strange and full of fear Mes We meet him frequent in the vulgar mouth Isa Zemes is valiant and Armenia strong here 's Bajazet he must beware the wrong Enter Bajazet Ba. What is' t thou murmurest Bajazet wrongd something it is thou knowest concerning us Take thee faire leave and speak it Isa Yes I know matters of weight such as concern thy life Baja. Such as concern my life Speak out thy tale we are so flesht in joy bad news proves strange and touch my sense too harshly Isa But you must hear Your brother Zemes when swift winged Fame told him your father Mahomet was dead flew quickly hither first to celebrate his funeral pomp then to assume his State his Crown and Scepter which he rightly knew unto your hand and head both to be due But when applausive joy and peales of mirth sounded loud Musick in his troubled eares of you enthron'd then he began too late to brawl at heaven and wrangle with his Fate So he went hence and cryed revenge be mine quake thou great City of proud Constantine at my fierce anger when I next return with clouds of misty powder I shall choak thy breath and dul thy beauty with it's smoak Thus posted he hence to Armenias King there to implore his ayde which he will bring to front thy power nor doth he yet despair to dispossess and fright thee from thy chair Baja. First from my body shall he fright my soul and push me into dust Isaack
guilded showers quench our loves no golden Engineer shall undermine the Castles of our faith nor blow them up with blasts of hop'd preferment were thy walls but paper were they made of brittle glasse our faiths should make them marble and as firm as Adamant Not walls but subjects love do to a Prince the strongest Castle prove Behold great Prince alleageance mixt with love lock'd in our brests thou art the living key to shut and to unlock them at thy pleasure no golden pick-lock shall e're scrue it self into these faithful locks whose only springs can be no other then our own heart strings Our greedy swords which erst imbru'd in blood did seem to blush at their own Masters acts and us upbraid with our most bloody facts though peace hath now condemn'd to pleasing rust yet at thy beck we 'le sheath them in the brest of daring Christians thus in war we 'le fight for thee whil'st thou dost strive for victory Here to describe such Princely vertues which should more adorn thy Crown then Orient pearles were but to shew a glasse and to commend thy self unto thy self Be gracious magnificent couragious or mild or more compendiously be more thy self raigne then and Mahomet grant that thou may'st passe Nestor in years as much as now thou dost in wisdom and in valour Herauld proclaim to the world his title and let swift-winged Fame second thy trumpet Her Long live Solymon c. Solym. VVe thank you friendly Actors of our blisse our patience hath at length tired out the gods our Empire hath been rackt enough with treasons and black seditions as if no Christians were left to conquer we weeld our Turkish blades against our selves embowelling the State with bloody discord by our strength we fall a scorn to Christians with our hands we shed that blood which might have conquered Christendome thus while we hate our selves we love our enemies and heal them with our sores whil'st we lye weltring in bloody peace the dy of the publick safety hath been already cast by th' hand of war treasons have made a blot which may provoke the enemy to enter and bear our men to dark Avernus Envy might have blusht though alwayes pale at all our projects now this bloody deluge is quite past return sweet peace with th' Olive branch enough of wars 't is thou must poure oyl into our scarrs Fly hence Hereditary hate discords dead let not succeeding enmities and hatred live let none presume to cover private sores with publick ruines nor let black discord make an Anatomy of our too leane Empire let it wax fat again when peace hath knit herknots then shal the wanton sounds of bells give place to thundering Bombardes and blood wash out the smoothing oil of peace every Souldier I 'le ordaine a Priest to ring a fatal knell to Christians and every minute unto earths wide womb shall sacrifice a Christians Hecatomb Then shall we make a league with Aeolus the winds shall strive to further our proceedings then will we load the seas and fetter Neptune with chaines that hold our Anchors he shall quake lest he to Pan resigne his watry Empire and three fork'd-mace unto my awful Scepter The Whales and Dolphins shall amazed stand that they shall yeild their place to Bears and Lions Sylla shall howl for fear when she shall see the Sea become a Forrest and her self mountainy then let Syrens quake for fear of Satyres then let the Christians think not that our Navy but the Country it self is come to move them from the growing earth Comets fiery swords shall be my Heraulds threatning to th' world sudden combustion Let our armes be steely bowes our arrowes thunderbolts and in stead of warlike Drumms thunder shall proclaim black destruction Vulcan I 'le tax thee exercise thy Forge prepare to me for all the world a scourge the Fates to me their powers shall resigne which with this hand will rend the strongest twine of humane breath First for the Isle of Rhodes destruction there shall keep his mournful Stage Th' inhabitants shall act a bloody Tragedy and personate themselves Then for Nayos I le death there shall keep her Court then I will make Vienna all a Shambles yea gaping Famine ever devouring alwayes wanting food shall gnaw their bowels and shall leave them nothing besides themselves to feed on their dead corps shall be entombed in their neighbours bellies There every one shall be a living Sepulcher an unhallowed Church-yard famine shall feed it self Then shall they envy beasts and wish to be our Jades our Mules Matrons shall strive to bring into the hateful light abortive Brats the Infants shall return and the lean womb shall be unto the babes a suddain tomb Then shall they hoard up carcasses and strive only to be rich in Funerals I 'de rejoyce to see them stand like Screech-Owles gaping when their Parents should expire and bequeath to hell their wretched souls to them their death All. Long live great Solymon our noble Emperour Soly. All this and more then this I 'le doe when peace hath glutted our new greedy appetites when it hath fill'd the veines of the Empire full with vigour then lest too much blood should cause Armies of vices not of men to kill us and strength breed weaknesse in our too great Empire then then and only then we shall think good with war to let the body politick blood Meane time we 'le think on our Fathers Funeral Oh I could be an holy Epicure in teares and pleasing sighs Oh I could now refresh my self with sorrow I could embalm thy corps with holy groanes from putrefaction Oh I could powder up thy thirsty corps with brinish teares and wipe them off with kisses and that I might more freely speak my grief these eyes should be still silent Orators till blindnesse shuts them up were I a woman But I am Solymon Emperor the Turk blood shall be my teares I 'le think thee slain amongst the Christians and translate my grief to fury every member of my body shall execute the office of a weeping sonne Thus in my teares an Argus will I bee my head heart hands and all shall weepe for thee Oh that the cruell Fates were halfe so milde as to drive streames of teares from forth the springs great sorrowes have no leasure to complaine Least ills vent forth great griefes within remaine See Selymus sometimes a four-string'd instrument feeding his Souldiers with sweet Harmony doth now tune nought to us but Lacrymae Could n' Aeschulapiùs be found to tune his disagreeing elements treasons crackt the string which else an head-ach would untune Every disease is a ragged fort to weare these strings asunder treason did lend death which both age and sicknesse did intend What then remaines but that his Funeral rites with our Grand fathers Uncles be solemnized that so black discord may be with them buried But noble Selymus what Tombe shall I prepare for thy memoriall shall a heavy stone presse thy innocent ashes
death For thinke this Amurath this woman may prostrate her delicate and Ivory limbes to some base Page or Scul or shrunk up Dwarf Or let some Groome lye feeding on her lips she may devise some mishapen trick to satiate her goatish Amurath and from her bended knees at Meditation be taken by some slave toth ' deepe of Hell Th' art a brave Creature wert thou not a woman Tutor Come thou shalt see my well-kept vow and know my hate which saw me dote but now Schahin Eurenoses Captaines ho Scaenae 5. Actus 2. Enter Schahin Eurenoses Chase-Illibegge Our Tutor Eurenoses Captaines welcome Gallants I call you to a spectacle My brest 's too narrow to hoard up my joy Nay gaze here Gentlemen give Nature thanks for framing such an excellent sence as Sight whereby such obiects are injoyn'd as this Which of you now imprison not your thoughts in envious and silent policy Scah. My Lord to whatsoever you shall propose my sentence shall be free Euren And mine Chase-il And mine Am. Which of you then dare challinge to himselfe such a pathetical Praerogative so stoically severed from affection That had he such a Creature as lieth here one at whom Nature her self stood amazed one whom those lofty extasies of poets should they decay here 't must nor barely dump their dull inventions with similitudes taken from Sun Moon Violets Roses and when their ruptures at a period stand a silent admiration must supply Onely name her and she is all discrib'd Hyperbole of women Coulour it selfe is not more pure and incontaminate sleep doates on her and graspes her eye-lids close the skie it selfe hath onely so much blew as the azure in her veines lends by refluxe Here 's breath that would those vapors purifie which from Avernus choakes the flying Birds here 's heat would tempt the numb'd Athenian though all his blood with age were conjeal'd yee Now which of you all is so temperate that did he find this Jewel in his bed unlesse an Eunuch could refraine to grapple and dally with her come speak freely all Sch. Truly my Lord I came of mortal parents and must confesse me subject to desires freely injoy your Love that were she mine I surely would do no lesse Amur. What sayth Eurenoses Euren. My Lord I say that they may raile at light that nere saw day but had I such a Creature by my side were the world twice enlarged and all that world orecome by me all volumes writ made clean and fild up by Rhetorique straines of my great deeds Historians should spend their Inke and Paper in my sole Chronicle A thousand such alluring idle charmes could not conjure me from betwixt her armes Amur. Your sentence Châ—s-Illebeg Chas What need your grace depend upon our breath I vow my Lord if all those scrupulous things which burden us with precepts so precise those parents which when they are married once and past their strength of years think their sons straight should be as old in every thing as they I say my Lord did my head weare a crowne that Queen should be the chiefest jem t' adorne it spite of all hate That 's an unhappy state when Kings must feare to love least subjects hate Amu. Wel spoke three Milksops Schahin your sword Scahin gives him a Sword Now now be valour in this manly arme to cut off troupes of thoughts that would invade me Think you my minde is waxie to be wrought int'any fashion Orchanes thy strength Here do I wish as did that Emperour that all the heads of that inticing Sexe were upon hers thus then should one full stroake mow them all off Amurath cuts off Eumorphes head shewes it to the nobles there kisse now Captaines do and clap her cheekes this is the face that did so captive me these were the lookes that so bewicht mine eyes here be the lips that I but for to touch gave over fortune victory fame and all these were two lying mirrors where I lookt and thought I saw a world of happinesse Now tutor shall our swords be excercised in ripping up the brests of Christians Say Generals Whither i' st first A. For Thracia Amurath On then for Thracia for he surely shall that conquers first himselfe soon conquer all Exeunt omnes Actus 3. Scena 1. Enter Cobelitz solus Cobelitz Thou sacred guider of the arched Heavens who canst collect the scattering starres and fixe the Erratique planets in the constant pole O why shouldst thou take such solicitous care to keep the ayre and Elements in course That Winter should uncloth our Mother Earth and wrap her in a winding sheet of snow that then the spring duly revives her still unbinds her sinews fils her cling'd up veynes with living dew and makes her young again Next that the Nemean terror breathes her flames to parch her flaxie haires with furious heat which to allay too thou op'st the Chataracts and water'st the worlds gardens with blest drops canst thou which canst sustain the ponderous world and keep it in true poize securely sleepe letting a Tyrant which with a fillip thus thou mightest sink to earth to baffle thee A warrior in thy fields I long have been To see if in thy sacred providence Thou meanst to arm me with thy thunder-bolt Yet yet it strikes not now he Giant-wise Dares thee again pardon our earnest zeal What ere 's decreed for man by thy behest He must perform and in obedience rest Thou like Spectators when they do behold an hardy youth encountring with a Bear or somthing terrible then they give a shout so dost thou even applaud they self to see Religion striving with Calamity Which while it often bears and still rests true it 's fence ' gainst all that after shall ensue Turk I le oppose thee still Heaven has decreed That this weak hand shall make that tyrant bleed a man religious firm and strongly good cannot othâ— suddain be nor understood Exit Actus 3. Scena 2. Enter Amurath in Arms Schahin Captains Souldiers Amurath Rise Soul injoy the prize of thy brave worth Schahin the Present that thou so profest should from the City of Orestias make proud our eyes then tell me Hast thou slain a thousand superstitious Christian souls made them stoop to us O I would bath my hands in their warm blood to make them supple Schahin that they may weild more Spears our hands are dull our furie 's patient Now will I be a Turk and to our Prophet's Altars do I vow that to his yoke I will all necks subdue or in their throats my bloody Sword imbrew Schahin calls in his Souldiers and each of them presents to Amurath the head of a dead Christian Scha. Then King to adde fresh oyl unto thy hate and make it raise it self a greater flame see here these Christians heads thus still shall fall before thy fatal hand these impious slaves so long as numbers 's wanting to the sand so long as day shall come with Sun and night be spangled
with the twilight dawning stars whilst floods shall fall into the Ocean shall Christians tremble at Turks thundring stroaks Amurat. So am I Amurath the great King of Turks O how it glads me thus to pash their brains to rend their locks to tear these Infidels Who thundered when these heads were smitten off Stars I could reach you with my lofty hand 't is well enough enough great Amurath for now I sit in Orchanes great Throne and sacrifice due Rites to Mahomet yet why enough I le on and dung the Earth with Christians rotted trunks that from that soyl may spring more Cadmean Monsters to orecome them Captains what Countries next shall we make flow with Channels of their blood Euren. To Servia my Lord there are troups of arms gathered to resist Mahometan Chase At Bulgaria there they set on fire the Countries as they pass 't were good we haste Amur. VVhy they do well we like of their desire to make the flame in which themselves must fry Ruine destruction famine and the sword shall all invade them Sun stay thou thy flight and see the sneaks in their own River drencht whilst with their blood our furious thirst is quencht Scena 3. Actus 3. Enter in armes Lazarus Despot of Servia Sesmenos Governor of Bulgaria La. Whither Bulgaria whither must we flye the Butcherous Turk's at hand Blest Sanctity if thou didst ere guard goodnesse wall our towers bring strength into our Nerves For in thy cause our Brests upon their Rapiers we will run we 'll with just hope confront the tyrants rage meet him i' the face fury will find us armes there is a power can guard us from all harmes Ses Let us be suddain for we 'l not find scope to see our haps Who most doth fear may hope Enter to them Cobelitz Cob. Governor Captains hast unto your arms the dangers imminent and the Turk 's at hand Laz. Cobelitz must we still wade thus deep in blood and terror Cob. Yes Servia we must we should we ought Ease and lucresse keeps baseness company Shall we not blush to see the register of those great Romans and Heroick Greeks which did those acts at which our hearts are struck beneath all credence only to win fame and shall not we for that Eternal name To live without all credence even to win fame is not to know life's chief and better parts To us of future hopes calamity must help to purchase immortality Ses Well spoke trueChristian they who stil live high and snoare in prais'd applause nere know to bear a contumely or check or fate Wisely to steare a Ship or guide an Army undaunted hardinesse is requisite O then lets to our weapons make him yeild they which deny all right oft give 't ith'Field Enter Christian Souldiers falling out among them-fighting confusedly Cob. Why Gentlemen we want no foes to fight nor need we turn our weapons on our selves One Souldier speaks as drunk 1. You lazy rogue what come in my Cabinet answer the other 2. Conspiring slave you murmur'd gan'st th' allowance and wouldst perswade upon a larger pay to betray all Garrisons and turn Turk Thou half Can-carousing rascal I le teare thee and those treacherous veines of thine Will you see They all fall by the eares Blew-Jackets will you see your Corporal wrong'd well since I fight for victuals for company Use now your swords and Bucklers La. Treason the next man that speaks or strikes a blow Sold. Then shall our Laundresses fight for us 2. Why Amazons Baudicans come help to scratch Enter some Truls on both sides they fight and scratch Sesm O Cobelitz what way shall we appease them Truls scold confusedly Thus 1. Trul. Out thy Corporal huswife hath the itch you now will have foul washing Drab I le tear your mouth 2. An inch or two yet wider Cob. What souldiers think you each distasteful word given ' mongst your selves so strong an obloquie that revenge spurs you to each others death The General parts them with his sword And will not seek to wash those blasphemies in Seas of their foul blood which are belcht out by our approaching foes against the Essence of the Eternal Laz. Leave leave these factions cease these mutinies A Drum from the Turk's Camp Hark their Drums take advantage of these stirs let us oppose our strength against our foe and in our Camp let not one Souldier be who will not finde and strike his Enemie Cob. Now blest guider and great strength of arms if in thy secret and hidden decree thou hast not yet appointed the full time wherein thou meanest to tame this Tyger who dare murmur against thine hidden will Be we slain now there 's victory in store which when thou pleasest thou 't give and not before Give us still strength of patience not to wish a funeral honour unto all the world when we are perishing we 'l still believe those dangers worth our death we undergo whilst he who 's ours is alike thy foe Should Fortune lose this day when we are slain thou canst give hands and strength and men again on thee we trust then and on thee bear scorning for Heaven's sake to shed a tear Exeunt Actus 3. Scena 4. A March within excursions alarums Enter as Conquerors Cairadin Bassa Schahin leading young men Christians Prisoners Schah. Bassa we thank thy valour and discretion in finding fit occasion to invade the mutinous Christians these Captives here shall be good Presents to our worthy Master Bassa General now trust me these young slaves be full of Valor they have metal in them Schuh. Yes and to his Highness shall perform a Service which I long have thought upon and when his Turkish Majesty requires they 'l fit to be a near attendant Guard on all occasions to the Emperour therefore they shall be called Janizaries by me first instituted for our Princes safeties sake Bass Their vigor strong hearts becomes such service for to orecome them made our Souldiers sweat much Turkish blood the Servians kept the Fight with stubborn hard resistance The Bulgarians left the right wing there set I forward first and like a torrent roll'd destruction on raising huge storms of blood as doth the Whale puffe up the waves against a mighty Ship me thinks I see the Rivers of their gore their Leaders trampled on by Turkish Horse the Body of their Army quite disperst themselves all floating in Vermillian pools with their own weapons hasting to their death and such a slaughter did we make of them as Nature scarce can ere repair again One hastning t'others death pulling to ground him that held up so they each other drown'd Schah. Still are they confident upon a power they know not what who as they think can snatch their precise souls from out the jaws of death Bass Yes such a superstition doth possess them for when they lookt for nothing but their fate and danger stood in sweat upon their brows they yet scorn'd Mahomet and prophan'd his Rites
the weak jaws of man Aegyst Why what portentous newes Amaze us not tell us what e'r it be Nun. Were my mind settled would the gellid feare that freeseth up my sense set free my speech I would unfold a tale which makes my heart throb in my intrals when I seem to see 't Clyt Relate it quickly hold 's not in suspence Nun. Upon the mount of yonder rising cliffe which th' earth hath made a bulwark for the sea whose pearelesse head is from the streams so high that whosoe'r looks down his brain will swim with a vertigo The space remov d so far the object from the eye that a tall ship seem'd a swift flying bird upon this top saw I two men making complaints to heaven one's voyce distinctly still cry'd Father King great Agamemnon whose diviner soul fled from thy corps exil'd by butchers hands his friend still sought to keepe his dying life with words of comfort that it should not rush too violently upon the hands of Fate He deafe as sea to which he made his plaints still cryed out Agamemnon I will come and find thy blessed soul where e'r it walk in what faire Temple of Elysium so e'r it be my soul shall find it out With that his friend knit him within his arms striving to hold him but when t was no boot they hand in hand thus plung'd into the maine strait they arose and striv'd me thought for life but swelling Neptune not regarding friends wrapt their embraced limbs in following waves Until at last their deare departing souls hastned to Styx and I no more could see Stro. O 't was Orestes 't was my Pylades which arm in arm did follow him to death Elect. O my Orestes O my dearest brother 'T is he 't is he that thus hath drown'd himself Aegyst Why then if Agamemnon and his son have brought their lease of life to the full end I am Thyestes son and the next heire to sit in Argos Throne of Majesty Thanks to our Alpheus sea who as 't'ad striv'd to gratifie Aegystheus rais'd his force and gathered all his waters to one place they might be deep enough to drown Orestes But come my Queen let us command a feast To get a kingdome who 'ld not think it good to swim unto it through a sea of blood Actus 3. Scena 1. Enter Tyndarus Misander Tynd. Our daughter sends for us how fares she well she mournes I 'm sure for her husbands death Mis My Lord she took it sadly at the first But time hath lessen'd it Tind I grief soon ends that flows in teares they still are womens friends But how is' t rumord now in Argos though that Agamemnon died Mis Why he was old and death thought best to seize on him at home Tynd. 'T was a long home he got by coming home Well well Misander I like not the course the peoples murmure makes my cheeks to blush Mis My gracious Lord who trusts their idle murmur must never let the blush go from his cheek They are like flags growing on muddy banks whose weak thin heads blown with one blast of winde they all will shake and bend themselves one way Great minds must not esteem what small tongues say All things in state must ever have this end the vulgar should both suffer and commend if not for love for feare great Majesty should do those things which vulgars dare not fee. Tynd. O Sir but those that do commend for feare do in their hearts a secret hatred beare Ever learn this the truest praise indeed must from the heart and not from words proceed I feare some soul play doth Aegystheus meane then totally for to invest himself in Agamemnons seate Where 's young Orestes Mis Why my Lord he for the great grief conceiv'd being young not knowing well to rule himselfe with sway of reason ranne upon his death and threw himselfe with my lord Strophius sonne into the midst of Alpheus so was drown'd Ty. How took my daughter that Mys Why wisely too and like her selfe not being in despaire her royal wombe will bring forth many more shall be as deare as e'r Orestes was Tynd. I feare heaven cannot look with equall eyes upon so many deaths but meanes to send plague after plague for in a wretched state one ill begets another dismal Fate But go and tell my daughter I will come and help to solemnize her nuptial night Her hasty wedding and the old Kings neglect makes my conjectural soul some ill suspect Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter Orestes and Pylades Orest If ever God lent any thing to earth whereby it seem'd to sympathize with heaven it is this sacred friendship Gordian knot which Kings nor Gods nor Fortune can undoe O what Horoscopus what constellation held in our birth so great an influence which one affection in two minds unites How hath my woe been thine my fatal ill hath still been parted and one share been thine Pyl. Why dearest friend suppose my case were thine and I had lost a father wouldst not thou in the like sort participate my grief Ores Yes witnesse heaven I would Pyl. So now thou hast lost a father Orest True Pylades thou putst me well in mind I have lost a father a dear dear father a King a brave old King a noble souldier and yet he was murdered O my forgetful soul Why should not I now draw my vengeful sword and strait-way sheath it in the murderers heart Minos should never have vacation whilst any of our progeny remain'd Well I will go and so massacre him I 'll teach him how to murder an old man a King my father and so dastardly to kill him in his bed Pyl. Alas Orestes Grief doth distract thee who is' t thou wilt kill Orest Why he or she or they that kill'd my father Pyl. I who are they Orest Nay I know not yet but I will know Pyl. Stay thy vengeful thoughts and since thus long we have estrang'd our selves from friends and parents let 's think why it is and why we had it noised in the Court we both were dead the cause was thy revenge that if by any secret private meanes we might but learn who 't was that drench'd their swords in thy deare fathers blood we then would rouze black Nemesis in flames from out her cave and she should be the umpire in this cause Mans soul is like a boistrous working sea swelling in billows for disdain of wrongs and tumbling up and down from day to day grows greater still in indignation turns male-content in pleaselesse melancholy spending her humours in dull passion still locking her senses in unclosed gins till by revenge she 's set at liberty Orest O now my thirsty soul expects full draughts of Ate's boyling cup O how twoul'd ease my heart to see a channel of his blood streaming from hence to hell that kill'd my father Pyl. I but deare friend thou must not let rage loose and like a furious Lion from whose den the
you all should sterve had I but known 't What must my father make a feast for you O ye devouring creatures Pyl. Now some Archilocus to help him make vengeful Iambicks that would make these worms to burst themselves Passion must please it self by words grief told it self doth ease Ore You cowardly bones would you be thus uncloth'd by little crawling worms by I never thought my fathers bones could e'r have been such cowards O you ungrateful worms how have you us'd him See their ingratitude O ambitious creatures how they still domineere o're a Kings carcasse Py. How could they think when thou cam'st to'the crown that thou shouldst bear that these should eat thy father Orest True Pylades should I not rend their maws devise new tortures O most horrible treason that worms should come unto a great Kings face and eate his eyes why I would undertake but at one stamp to kill a thousand of 'em and I will kill these Stamps upon them Goe you King-eating creatures I will mar all your digestion Pyl. Alas where be his wits He stands declaming against senselesse worms and turns more senselesse then the worms themselves where 's now the oracle you should consult The great Magician now the Centaurs thought shall be example to all future years and now transcend Proserpina's invention Ha hast thou found them out ha were they worms Orest O prethee laugh not at me call her call her Pylades knock whilst I stand gathering up my fathers bones his deare dissected bones O I remember here ran the strong sinews 'twixt his knitting joynts here to this bone was joyn'd his princely arme here stood the hand that bare his warlike shield and on this little joynt was plac't the head that Atlas-like bare up the weight of Greece here here betwixt these hollow yawning jaws stood once a tongue which with one little word could have commanded thousand souls to death Good hands indure this your weighty task and good eyes strive not to make moist his bones with weeping teares What Scinis or Procustes ever could have hackt a King into such things as these Alas here 's every part now so deform'd I know not which was his yet all was his Sound infernal Musick Scena 5. Enter Canidia like an Enchauntresse Orest Protect us O ye Ministers of heaven stand neare me my good Genius my soul hath lost his humane function at this hellish sight Can. Who is' t disturbs our cave what messenger hath Pluto sent that would know ought from us what are you speak Canidia cannot stay Pyl. Prompt us some Ghost Great feare of earth and governesse of nature in whose deep closet of that sacred heart are writ the characters of future Fate and what is done and what must be thou knowst Whose words make burning Acheron grow cold and Jove leave thundring when he hears thy name to thee we come O turn thy secret book and look whose names thou there shalt see inscrib'd for murderers reade o'r all the catalogue untill thou findest there engraven those which kill'd the King of Greece great Agamemnon Orest Yes he that did owe these bones which worms have eate it is not now one of the meaner sort that craves this boone but 't is the heire of Greece heire only now but to my fathers grave I not command but my astonisht soul entreats to know If in thy book it be not yet put down command the gods t' unlock the gates of heaven and fetch forth death command him to relate who 't was put Agamemnon in his hands this is our businesse this great prophetesse made us approach to thy most hallowed cell Can. Ho ho ho I tell thee fond young prince a lesser power thou mightst have implor'd which might have urg'd th' unwilling fiends to this our dire enchantments carry such a force that when the stars and influence of heaven have suckt the lively blood from out mens veines I at my pleasure bring it back again I knew each hour in the Trojan fight what Grecian or what Phrygian should die and fierce Achilles had no sooner pierc't great Hectors side but Fate did send me word Earth Sea deep Chaos all the stony hills will ope themselves to shew me prodigies Night will unmask her brow to let me see what black conceptions reem within her womb Orest O then relate great Mistresse of thy Art the things we crave Can. What time of night is' t Pyl. Upon the stroke of twelve Can. Strait when a cloudy even clappeth the Ayre and all light 's drench't in misty Acheron when the black palpheries of the full cheekt moon have got behind this part o' th' Hemispheare and dark Aldebor and is mounted high into the sable Cassiopeias chaire and night full mounted in her seate of jet sits wrapt within a cabinet of clouds when serpents leave to hisse no dragons yell no birds do sing no harsh tun'd toads do croake the Armenian Tyger and the ravenous woolf shall yeild up all their tyranny to sleep and then none walk but hells disturbed spirits children of night such as belong to me I 'll shew thee thy desire give me these bones Orest Here take them Mother use them gently they were a Kings bones once O not so hard Can. Why senselesse boy dost think that I respect a Kings dead bones more then another mans O they smell rankly I this sent doth please Smells to them but I must now to work why Sagana Pyl. Looke here thou King of Greece fond Menelaus thou which didst bring so many goodly shapes into such things as these and all for Helen Takes up the scull Which when the worms bred of her dainty flesh shall have knaw'd off her tender rubie lips and left her gumlesse looke upon her then and thou wouldst even disgorge thy self to see such putrid vermine to lie kissing her Orest This head had once a royall diadem now knock it beat it and 't will ne'r cry treason Can. Why Sagana Orest There was a player once upon a stage who striving to present a drecry passion brought out the urn of his late buried son it might the more affect him and draw tears But I as if I had no passion left not acting of a part but really in a true cause having my fathers bones his hollow scull yet crawling full of worms I cannot weep no not a teare will come Can. Why Sagana Veia Erictho know you not your time Scen. 6. Enter Sagana Veia Erictho three witches Sag. What would you Beldam Can. Hath not triform'd Hecate put on her Styx-dyed mantle is' t not now fit time to work our charms in Veia We here are ready ' gainst thy sacred charm Can. You two sit by and beare in minde this charge Who e'r you see who ever I present let your tongues be perculiss'd in your jaws stir not nor speak not till the charm be done Pyl. Fear not it shall be chain'd with silence Can. Night and Diana sacred Queen Which ever hath
spectator been Unto our baleful hideous rights Ne're acted but in darkest nights Now in this fatal hears-bred hour Shew to my rites the greatest power Erictho when my torch shall twinkle A vernal water thou shalt sprinkle About the room now let us kneele Our heavy burthen hell shall feele Le ts all coyn words now we may see Who 't was did work this prodigie Omnes Pluto great Pluto we command Thou send unto us out of hand The shapes of them that kill'd the King Great Agamemnon Infernal Musick Enter in a dumb shew Aegistheus and Clytemnestra with their bloody daggers look upon the bed go to it and stab and then make a shew of gladnes and depart Or. O'tis above my bearing were I linkt here with chains I would like Cerberus draw Alcides back Stay stay by revenge shall take you here nay I will follow you should they take their cave where Etna vomits fire I would in my mother Clytemnestra Aegystheus was it they Nay I will o'rtake them Can. O son remember what I told you son many a rockie hill and stoney mount many a sea and vast Charybdis gulf stands betwixt them and thee though they seem near Orest O piety O most prodigious nature What creatures hast thou made to live on earth How hast thou cloath'd black darknesse with a scarf of unstain'd purity and put a godly face upon portentous devils Oh how my mother wept How Clytemnestra how that Hyena wept No more my mother I abjure the name she did not bring me forth I know she did not But I 'll o'rtake 'em shew me Canidia where which way they went where have they hid themselves Should they mount up to the chariot of the Sun and in his Car fly to the Antipodes or in the farthest nook of yonder sphear get up and place themselves 'twixt Taurus horns the fire-breathing bull or Lerna's Hydra were there no entrance but ten Lions jaws I 'd run through all and make my way my self I 'd fix them to the Axel-tree of heaven where their infectious carcasses should hang a bait for flying spirits in the Ayre Canidia I thank thee for thy pains still may thy sacred Art reveale such deeds still keep the gates of Orcus yawning ope make the dark powers ready at command Pyl. But let us hast deare friend this vast worlds roome allows us none but thy dead fathers Tombe here 's nought but ayres of death no bed but stones 〈◊〉 pillow 's a dead scull companions bones â—â—â—s's all our comfort if we needs must die 〈◊〉 have a Grave prepar'd wherein to lie Orest Now pale Tisiphone O for thy Snakes 〈◊〉 that renowned spirit that more than man â—hom all the Trojan host could not o'rwhelm murdred But what brave warrier wore a crown by guilding a dire sword in his dear blood Hector nor Priam no nor Mars himself onely his Wife was his Bellona now O miserable valour to scape foes and come for to be murdred of his friends O shameful conquest O most coward Fate that a weak Woman was competitor in Agamemnons death had it been any yet it should have been a Goddess at the least and yet she 's but a Queen a mortal Woman Were she a Goddess I would make her mortal Dull coward that I am and worse than all after so many wrongs yet unreveng'd their Palace now should fire o'r their heads and the huge beams dash out their guilty brains The roof should fall on me so 't fell on them Begin revenge and now perform an act may give a theam to all posterity ever to talk of fraught so full of horrour Aegystheus and my Mother may wish their's yet none was ever greater yes my deed Revenge is lost unless we do exceed Pyl. But a bad mother friend thou shouldst not hurt the Law of Nature doth forbid such thoughts Orest Nor Gods nor Nature shall keep me in awe why towards my mother by heavens Parliament who is most guilty is most innocent Can. Shall I thus by some Magick Art my son take both their pictures in pure virgin wax And wound the place where that the hurt should stand and so wound them Orest Tush this is too little Can. Shall I breed them hate Orest Too little too Can Shall I consume their children Orest All this too little Hell and the Furies shall stand all amaz'd Alecto shall come there for to behold new kinds of murthers which she knew not yet and Nature learn to violate her self I 'll instantly to th' Court and what I do my self will see done yes and act it too Thanks great Canidia this black night being done Revenge now knows her game whereat to run Exeunt omnes Actus 4. Scena 1. Enter in state Aegystheus Clytemnestra Tyndarus Strophius Electra Nutrix cum novo partu Aegyst NEver but when a royal off-spring comes from a Kings loyns can he be truly King Then doth he sit firm rooted in his state then is he truly man and then the gods he knows do love him which when Kings do want the curse of Nature doth deny them fruit and brands their bed with loath'd sterility Tynd. Aegystheus since the gods have bless'd you so have care their blessings turn not to your wo. Your joy my daughters joy and my joy too have care it be preserv'd and brought up well And take heed son of Agamemnon's blood Pierce not with envie the Babes tender heart Aegyst Tush Father now not without grief I speak all brooks which from the Princely Ocean ran are quite dry'd up only Electra here our dear Electra whose great weight of love is in our balance equally so poys'd that she shall ever think her Father lives our heart shall be so parallel with hers El. Yes great Aegystheus wer 't but our mothers will what she thinks good of I must not think ill Besides your love e'r since my fathers death as if it came from his departing soul and forth-with had reviv'd again in you hath held a prospective for me to see his care redoubled though the objects chang'd And for I lost a brother if you please that I may challenge in your royal blood here do I tie with all affections bands my self unto this Babe which is as dear unto my soul as were Orestâ—s here Clyt. Daughter your heart now with obedience strung makes a sweet musick sounding from your tongue Nurse Bring the Babe Give it Electra so you daughter shall have oversight of it Nutr. O shall I part from 't then Cly. No good Nurse no Electra with her care you with your pains Nutr. Now by Lucina had it gone away I should have sit and sob'd away my heart 'T is the sweetest Babe that ever Nurse did kiss Aegyst Look here good father look my nobles here upon this Babe scarce crept yet out of earth for you shall grow an Autumn of ripe years when time hath brought it to maturity Look on thy grandchild Tyndarus see 't is thine this came from
I give shall make a heart to bleed and prove a true Physician so indeed Enter Mysander having o'r-heard their talk Mys 'T was my good Genius guided me here now to hear Conspiracy wherefore I 'll attach them Save you Gentlemen Ore Save you too if you please Pyl. Sir 't was small manners to interrupt our talk and give no warning of your being neer Mys Warning you shall have warning yes I know I heard you both and understood your plot you 'll turn Physician Sir and give rare Clysters shall work like Stibium to purge our hearts You thought to act well true Physicians parts Orest Therefore on thee our Medicine first shall work Stabs him Mys Help murder Orest Nay Parasite I 'll gag you you shall not fawn again or wag your tayl when the King nods Mys O help me I am slain Pyl. Stop his breath quickly if but he be dead we may escape the danger of the treason Orest Nay he is silent O but we are beset Scena 3. Enter a Lord and others at the out-cry Lor. Look out me thought I heard one cry out murder some voice I am sure did disturbe the Court it was Mysanders voice me thought that cried Spies him dead and see hee 's slain one whom the Kings esteem did rank among the best there are the Murderers Fellows how durst you thus abuse the Court Go haste to ' th' King tell him the men be here Pylad. Gentlemen we as lovers to the Court came here as strangers for to see the King this man being coming out too soon for us and for himself us'd us uncivilly we have been Gentlemen though our Fortunes now have put on Beggars weeds upon our backs who answering in the same sort he propos'd he struck us and men cannot endure blows so thinking much to be struck again he grew so hot he drew and made a Stab at which encounter both inclosing him 'twixt us he took a wound worse than we thought to give for we did think to have given none But since 't is thus we must appeal to th' King Lor. Yes and here comes his Majesty in person Scena 4. Enter Aegystheus with a Guard Aegy. A Guard there on us here is murder done What is Mysander kil'd our trusty servant Where are the vilians Orest O hold good heart hark hark he calls us villains Aegy. What is the matter speak how came he dead They shall die two deaths that did cause him one O est O I am now undone he must sit judge to condemne us that should massacre him Pyl. Nay keep a temper hold good friend a while Lord. My gracious sovereign these two be the men which have confess'd the deed Aegyst Are you the men which thus abus'd our state Was 't one or both if both you both shall die if one that one w 're just in our Decree Scen. 5. Enter Clyt. Tynd. Strophius Electra What is my Queen come here to hear the Cause We 'll then ascend and judge them instantly Ascends the Throne Or. O crack my ey-strings let these balls drop out or the quick sights like darts fly to their souls and pierce their entrails he King my mother Queen The Briseis and Achilles that in my dream We come to be condemn'd amongst our friends I will speak to them Electra's there And Storphius your old Father Pylades Pyl. Shew thy self valorous o'recome thy self If we be known we surely are condemn'd Aegyst Father Lord Strophius sit and hear the cause Clyt. Why my Lord what is' t makes the business thus Aegyst My Queen shall straitway know Bring them away Although it is not fallen out of our minde of a free act of pardon of all faults commited in the date of such a time our hand of mercy must not be so soft to cover o're with gentle lenity such ulcerous sores as these there is no place for mercy left murder must not finde grace Therefore our doom is past one needs must die blood still for blood unto the gods will cry Orest Then if thy doom be spent great King here stands the man that did it shewing his guilty hands Pylad. O hold thy doom a while it was not he His serious studies in the learned Arts hearing acute Philosophers dispute 'twixt life and death and of a future state would fain haste to it but the man was I beleeve not him 't was his desire to die Orest No King 't is he which in his desperate thoughts would loose the bands betwixt his soul and him ones self against ones self is witness store my self confesses what wouldst thou have more Pyl. Believe him not upon my knees I vow Kneels these hands are only branded with the guilt and for ones blood let not two lives be spilt Orest And on my knees I the like Oath do take I gave the stab my Dagger 's bloody yet Pyl. That was my Dagger King he took 't from me Or. He do's me wrong by 't was ever mine Aegyst This doth amaze us I ne're yet saw two turn Rhetoricians so to plead for death Would not the pardon of this odious fact like a foul stench or an unwholsom air send an infectious vapour through the Land and choak up Justice this fidelity should for this one time set two murderers free Cly. Now good my love methinks I pity them and prethee for my sake I know them not abate thy edge of Justice for this once Orest O what she spoke to damne it had been better Aegyst My love thou knowst I never look too stern upon a fault that could ask lenity But this is so transcendent and so great it must not be slipt with impunity To do a heynous murder and i'th'Court i' th place of Justice where the King might hear upon a chief attendant of the Kings Murder it self is past all expiation the greatest crime that Nature doth abhor not being is abominable to her and when we be make others not to be 't is worse than bestial and we did not so when only we by natures ayd did live a Heterogenious kind as semibeasts when reason challeng'd scarce a part in us but now doth manhood and civility stand at the Bar of Justice and there plead how much they 'r wronged and how much defac't when man doth dye his hands in blood of man Judgement it self would scarce a Law enact against the murderer thinking it a fact that man ' gainst man would never dare commit since the worst things of nature do not it Orest O how his words now rail against a sin which beat upon his Conscious thoughts within His tongue speaks fair his inparts look on them and they like Jury-men himself condemne Aside Pyl. But O great King if justice must have right let me stand only guilty in thy sight Orest No 't is not King 't was I that did the deed and for my action let no other bleed Aegyst In troth this makes my Doom it cannot fall Will none of you
confess Strophius weeps Orest Yes I confess Pylad. No King 't is I confess Aegyst How now Lord Strophius what affects you so that makes your tears bewrayers of some passion Stroph. My gracious Sovereign this strange spectacle renews the Memory of my once great loss and my dear Queens we once were blest with two which so had link'd themselves in bands of love as these men now do seem to me they have One stream of love did in two hearts so glide one with the other liv'd with th' other di'd And would my Queen be my competitor for our Sons sake my suits should joyn with her since Justice craves but one and both will go even save them both and right wrong'd Justice so Clyt. I good my love let Justice come and look if she can finde in all her Statute Book two men for the same crime should rightly die she will not say so Justice cannot lie And since they both will die let ones love save the others life and so both life shall have Aegyst In troth my Queen and my old Lord have mov'd Well since your loves are both so strongly tyed and friendship like an old acquaintance sends to her friend Justice that she should be milde and looks with eyes of Mercy on your fault considering our immunity proclaim'd and such Petitioners as you both have got Death in our Sentence now shall have no part whilst who should have done worst confession strives too much confession thus saves two mens lives But now we must demand what you made here What business or condition you profess Pylad. Great King our duty owes to thee our lives and were we men that striv'd to set a cloud before these gifts Art hath instructed us or we have purchac't at a most dear rate of cost and labour yet thy clemency commands us to lay open all to thee yet for my self I rather count my state blest that I lighted on this honest man whose accurate and watchful indagation hath taught him for to heal the wounds of Nature by his exceeding skill in wholsom herbs one that when I did think my shred of life had been quite cut did tie it up again and make it last recall'd my youthful dayes and made me Aeson-like become thus young for which great practise I did owe my life and thence proceeded our late pious strife Aeg. Nay then I 'm glad our mercy did extend on men whom such rare vertues do commend our love shall then grow greater our Court shall entertain you and 't may chance we will my Queen and I make tryal of your skill Orest My gracious Sovereign words must not have wings to pass and to out-flye the bounds of truth only to win the Elixar of opinion but for my friend I here profess so much and for my life do stand so deeply bound that all my Art can ne're make recompence Please but your Graces self and your dear Queen appoint the secrets of the safest room to let me shew my self to none but you though Nature dried up with too much time deny to spring in fruit from forth your loins or any other strange impediment our Art preserves from sickness ruining And 't will be blest to shew it to a King Aegyst Ha prethee let me speak with thee apart Thou strik'st on tunes now make me glad to hear we will commit our secresie to thee Can'st water barren Wombs with such a dew shall make 'em flourish and wax green with fruit Although we cannot altogether blame that Nature hath been too unkind to us yet we would plant each corner of our Realm with springing Branches of our Royal self to compass in our selves and we stand in the midst Kings in their Children do great blessing finde and great men love to Propagate their kinde Orest Great Sovereign boasting words shall ne're out-weigh the things I will perform I speak not fame but what I have said I will do the same Aegyst We like thy temper well and we will trust therefore this night we will appoint it so thou shalt be guided to our secretst room and there shalt use thy skill which if it take our love shall honour thee for Physicks sake Exeunt Aegyst Clyt. Tynd. Orest Good heavens I thank you your effectual power hath shewed your justice in this blessed hour Now is occasion put thus murder layes the trap wherein it self it self betrayes Pyl. Old Lord a word with you Orest and with you Lady They take Stroph. and Elect. back Pyl. Had not you once a Son lov'd the young prince Stop Yes Sir but Fates envied my happiness and holds both Prince and Son away too long Orest And had not you a brother Lady once When heard you of him last He went to travel Elect. In truth I had but I can hear no news They discover themselves Stro. O see my son welcome my dearest boy Elect. Our Brother our Orestes is come home Stroph. 'T is they indeed O how my blood revives Let me embrace them O ye 'r welcome home now is the Autumne of our sorrow done Elect. What silent place hath smothered you so long Of what great Powers have you counsel ta'ne concerning the great Plot you had in hand Orest Uncle and Sister we must not stand now embracing much and bidding welcome home you see before I come how things do stand My business hastens and my friend and I have yet a greater Project to perform Only Electra we must have your ayde to help us with their Child for now 's the time when blest occasion strives to help revenge Elect. Why Brother is the Child in any fault that was unborn when that our Father died And 't is a lusty boy O hurt not that Orest Tush I must have it it shall have no hurt worse than my Father Elect. Shal't not indeed Orest Believe me no worse hurt but let 's be gone I 'le be a tripode Paracelsian Exeunt Scen. 6. Enter a Chamberlain and a Boy to sweep the Room Cham. Boy sweep the room set each thing in his place the King and Queen take Physick here to night Boy Sir and you 'll help me I am ready here They set a Table Cham. Fetch them two Chairs Boy Yes Sir What Carpet mean you shall be spread a' th boord Cham. That of red velvet set the silver cups there may be use of them to take the potion Sets two bowles So now all 's well the room is well prepar'd Enter Orestes like a Doctor of Physick Orest Is this the room friend where the King must be Cham. Yes this is the room Sir 't is the privat'st this Orest You must avoyd it then and tell his Grace that I stay here provided ' gainst he come Cham. His Grace shall know it Exit Scena 7. Enter Pylades with a little boy in 's hand Pyl. I faith Orestes prethee spare the child it hath no fault but 't is too like thy mother Orest Like my mother O most execrable
hadst rank'd the confus'd Chaos of all sins thou couldst not have found out a fault more black more stinking more infectious to my heart Art like my mother O transcendent crime Child Some say I 'm eyd like her but in the face I do resemble most the King my father Pyl. Poor babe Orest The King thy father yes too like them both Child Electra says I 'm somewhat like Orestes her brother that is dead Orest How like Orestes when didst see him child Child Indeed I never saw him but I love him Pyl. Alas dear friend see the pretty knave Ore Would thou wert not my mothers I could weep but see O see now my relenting heart must now grow flinty see my father see now to shew pity were impiety Enter Agamemnons ghost passing o're the stage all wounded Ghost Why flaggs revenge see thy now yeelding soul made me burst ope my strong jaw'd sepulcher and rip the seare-cloth from my wounded breast O can a child smile blanke the memory of all these horrid wounds that make me groan in the darke caverns of the uncoucht earth from whence I come for to infect thy soul with ayre of vengeance may make Acheron yea and our selves at the performance quake Fruit of our loynes first vigor of our youth look on these wounds as on the Gorgons head and turn thy heart to stone hovering revenge is falne into thy hands O grasp her close by her snake knotted front and make her do things may incite a horror to her self Forget all mother in that disloyal witch whose damned heate raging in strumpets blood so soon did condescend to murther me By all the rights of Father I conjure thee By Atreus Atreus he whose revengeful soul is eccho'd through the world superlative do thou make Nemesis as great a feast and be enthroniz'd in her fiery chaire in her triumphant chariot ever ride in which Beares hurry her from the womb of hell and bear this Title as thy deserved hire the brave revenger of thy murdred sire Think on me and revenge Exit Orest Stay stay and see 't stay Sprite thou strik'st no terror to my soul For unamaz'd I now would dare out-look ranks of Medusa's and the grim aspect of the most frowning object hell affords Think on me and revenge yes those two words shall serve as burthen unto all my acts I will revenge and then I 'll think on thee I 'll think on thee and then again revenge and stab and wound and still I 'll think on thee I have a dropsie now to suck up fumes and drink the reaking streams of vengeance fome Great Agamemnons Ghost I will bedew thy hearse with blood in stead of brinish tears and build a pile up of their murdered trunks to burn thy marrow-lesse consumed bones Arrows of forked lightening never flew more swiftly from the awful arms of Jove then Nemesis black Scorpions from me Pyl. 'T was a strange sight Ore I didst thou see 't friend all of those wounds will I stick in his brest Pyl. Alas one will be enough for him Orest I but she shall have more A while go by Pylades takes the child aside Were all the world their lives the world should die Now Tragedy fetch out thy crimson robes and buckle sure thy purple buskins on steep't ten grains deeper in their scarlet die this night shall give me now a deep carouse of Clytemnestrae's and Aegystheus blood and Cerberus himself stand by to pledge me whilest to hells fire I shall sacrifice three Hecatombs it doth the furies good when e'r we wet their Altars with such blood And now ye fiends of hell each take a place as 't were spectators at a first dayes play raise all the hellish winds to expel nature Great Goddesse give me leave now to forget all strains of duty all obedient thoughts die in me quite a mothers memory pious affections take no hold on me Be all my senses circled in with Fiends and let Erynnis hold her flaming brand to guide my murderous sword for all lights else vanish from out this Center be this room fraught so full of mischief may make the Fabrick crack and let no time now come into my thoughts but that dire night wherein my father dy'd I 'll only be a Doctor now in word each potion that I give shall be my sword But I must change Scena 8. Enter Aegystheus and Clytemnestra in their night-robes Aegyst O Doctor you are busie for our coming Orest My gracious Lord I had no cause to fail Orestes looking on the cups Clyt. Nay but is this fit time for physick Doctor Orest First Madam for the physick that I give now the diastal fabrick of your pulse shews all your passions most hysterical Pleaseth your Grace sit down on at each end o' th table Aegyst Yes must we sit sit there my Queen Orest Yes now is Saturn governour of nature in free conjunction with the planet Venus And just at this time Jupiter begat great Hercules Sol Luna Mercury in that Diameter now favour propagation and now will my Alexipharmacon stir the Analeptick veines and arteries If you out-live this night you 'll live to see a royal strange and Princely progeny Aegyst Think'st thou so Doctor Orest Think it nay I know 't Hem. Clyt. Surely he means to work rare Art upon us Aegy. Pray God thy physick take Ore Yes it shall take Hem. Pylades binds Clytemnestra to the chair Orestes Egystheus Pylades brings in the child Egy. Treason we are betraid Or. Nay t is your privat'st room View me wel mother ha do you know me yet Puts off his gown Here here 's the drugs my Art hath thought upon be pitilesse now Pylades be my friend Child O help me father else these men will kill me Egyst O my boy my boy Orest O ye 'r fast bound Yes he is thine thy face thy eyes thy heart and would I knew where Nature had couchd most of thy damnd blood I thus would let it out Stabs the child and thus 't should sprit in thy most loathed face Egy. O now the heavens rain vengeance on our heads Child O mother mother save me save me father Orest Hold Pylades be steadfast for by he wounds me that perswades me not to wound Clyt. O turn thy bloody weapon on my brest 't was this womb that brought forth this babe and thee If that be guilty I have made it so Rip up this place which first did bring thee forth 't is I intreat thee 't is thy mother she which gave thee hous-room here within this brest upon whose dugs thy infant lips did hang. Orest It was my father he intreated you who many a time had clipt you in his arms who made you Queen of Greece yes it was he good Agamemnon he did plead for life Egyst Bath not thy hands in a poor infants blood nor in thy mothers I deserve to die and yet remember how my doom sav'd thee how easily mercy did obtain her
thee the heavens will look with a more chearful brow on Cerberus Orest Why let heaven look as 't will t is my crown that I have done an act shall make heave frown Tynd. O what earth loves so much a guilty soul that it can bear thee Orest Why Sir this is mine and this shall bear me Am I not right heire Tynd. Thou heir to kingdoms thou a subject rather to help to make a Players Tragedy Ore Why that will make me swell with greater pride to think my name shall drop in lines of blood from some great Poets quill who well shall paint how bravely I reveng'd my fathers death that is the thing I wish'd and 't is my glory I shall be matter for so brave a story But where 's my Crown 1. Lord. No murderer wee 'l rather joyn with him this old man here to take away thy life then such a homicide shall frame us laws who hath himself rac'd out the laws of Nature 2. Lord. Yes and wee 'l set here Argos crown on him who shall enact some pnnishment for thee which although none can equalize this deed yet what our griefs can think all shall be done and wee 'l forget thou' rt Agamemnons sonne Ore Why think you on your worst I scorn to crave I had three lives you but my one shall have Tyn. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that which while there is a world throughout the world will be pronounc'd for the most horrid deed that ever came into the thought of man a thing which all will talk of none allow I here disclaim that name of Grand-father and I must quite forget that in thy veynes my blood doth flow but think it then let out when thou letst out my daughters And since you kind Lords commit the state unto my years years too unfit heavens know to beare a state My mind methinks contends for to decree somewhat which to my self I dare not tell Just conceiv'd wrath and my affection strives hate forbids pity pity forbids hate and exile is but barren punishtnent Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes O never let thy sight offend me more all thy confederates and all thy friends You Pylades which did so smoothly cloake the dam'nd profession he did undertake You Strophius Strop My Lord I know not ought Yet since one foot is now in Charons boat if it please you set tother too aflote Tynd. Not so but I will banish you the Court and you Electra come I must forget affection too towards you you gave the child which you had charge of to the murtherers sword Elect. Why Grandsire I herein no wrong do find since all these go I would not stay behind Tynd. Nay but no one shall company the other hence thou Cocytus stream of this offence Strophius and Pylades Electra hence Exeunt Strophius Pylades Electra Orest Why farwel Grandsire since thou bidst I flie and scorn companions for my misery Exit Orestes Tynd. Unto this punishmeht this one more I add that none shall dare to give Orestes food and this decree shall stand I speak with grief and here pronounce Orestes no relief Hence with these corps poor child what hadst thou don thy Nurses prayers that there might spring a rose where e'r thou trod'st could not keep back thy foes Some plague he hath but such a matricide should never die although he ever dy'd Scena 2. Enter Electra and Strophius Elect. Thus never lesse alone then when alone where to our selves we sweetly tell our woes Thou Uncle chief companion to our griefs and soul partaker of our miseries why do we live when now 't is come to passe it is scarce known that Agamemnon was He dies far easier who at first doth drown then he which long doth swim and then sinks down Stroph. Nay Neece me thinks I now do see the haven where my ag'd soul must leave this tossed bark made weak with years and woes yet I commend unto my son the heart of a true friend that 's all the will I leave and let him know friendship should ever be but most in woe And so I leave thee Neece I first must die to hast a period to this Tragedie He dies Elect. O envious Fates could you not use me thus have I not grief enough to burst my heart Was my life's thread twisted and knit so strong that the keen edg of all these miseries can never cut it off must I bear more 'T is all my safety now not to be safe Are there so many wayes to rid ones life and can I hit on none They say that death is every where and yet I find him not Tush but I seek him not why my own hand might grasp him to me if I did but strive Now hand help ease my heart and make a way to let out grief that hath so long dwelt here Stabs her self Now knife thou 'st done good service there lie by heaven well decreed it nothing life can give but every thing can make us not to live Scena 3. Enter Cassandra Now Priams Ghost haste haste I say to look with chearful eyes on the sinister book and there to Hecuba my mother shew the tragick story of thy conquered foe And let Andromecha my sister see what Agamemnons race is come to be Now Troy may gratifie that most sad doom conquered by those that thus themselves or'ecome let Greece so flourish still let Argos be puft with the pride of their great victory Let it bear Souldiers so withal it bear Orestes too now mother never fear Argos makes me to laugh which made thee weep the Trojans in the grave now sweetly sleep their sorrow hath the end now these begin to overflow themselves with mutual sin And after all Orestes we may see hath lost his reason mans sole propertie Scena 4. Enter Orestes furens Orest By you shall not nay I am decreed do tear tear me yes I have deserv'd it Cass O brave O brave he 's mad as well as I I 'm glad my madnesse hath got company Orest Mother why mother will you kill my father Then I 'll kill you tush I have don 't already Much patience will grow fury in time follow you me you beast you damn'd Aegystheus I 'll hew thee piece by piece look off my mother Cass I am she or one loves thee well Ore Out you witch you witch Ca. Murderer murderer Orest Dost whisper with the devils to torment me O how they lash me with their snaky whips Why Megaera Megaera wilt not hold thy hand Are you there too Erynnis hey all hell my Grandsier Atreus he stands fighting there but hee 'll ha'th better on 't keep Cerberus keep keep the gates fast or all hell breaks loose Mother I see you O you are a whore Did I kill you witch dost thou laugh dost thou Cass Why this is fine my very looks do whip him Orest. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus I 'de dash thy brains out
O are you there I faith Spies Strophius and Electra dead a bed so close with your adulterer I 'll stab your lustful souls with your own knives Stabs them with Electra's knife Cass O clap clap O rare beyond expectation hold good heart do not burst with laughter Orest Will you not wake sleep sleep then your last Look how they fly i' th ayre Cas I see them see them Orest Why Jove dost mean to let them into heaven O th' art come down and gone to hell Pluto see Pluto hee 's afraid of them O spare my sides my sides my sides the blood O now you touch my ribs Cass Hey how he skips O excellent whips himself O sweet Catastrophe do's non see 't but I Clap clap again would all Priams sons and daughters were here now to help me laugh Orest Lash on lash on Canidia art thou there why grandsire would it were to do again nay Aeacus I feare no whipping posts lavgh'st thou thou witch I 'll follow thee to hell Exeunt currentes Scen. 5. Enter Pylades alone Pyl. Thus seeking others I have lost my self my friend and father banisht and whilst I wander to seek them for to ease their woe I here more grief proclaim'd against my friend that none must succor none must give him food and yet I 'll seek him and should all the laws that tyranny should think upon restrain I 'de draw my blood forth for to let him drink But O what 's here O I have found too soon one which I sought my fathers wearied soul Spies Strophius dead in sighs hath now expired out it self Now O ye sisters your great task is don you ne're untwine what you have once begun Thus obvious to our Fates t' our selves unkind we haste to seek that which too soon we find Alas why do our souls too greedy burn to hasten thither whence we nere return We run to 't of our selves ' sif death were slow should he come tardy we too soon should go For the first day that gives us our first breath doth make us a day nearer unto death All this huge world which now on earth so strive to morrow this time may not be alive Great Troy is down since Agamemnon fell since my dear father which but now was well O art thou come dear friend for thee I sought Enter Orestes here 's some food yet in spight of all the laws Orest Wilt bid me to dinner Pluto ha with what Give me no snakes I I go I go up to Cythaerus top I hate thy meat Pyl. Heavens he 's distracted now doth fury right when thus against her self her self doth fight 'T is I man here 't is Pylades not Pluto Orest Ha Pylades I they have banisht him but grandsire look too 't I 'll tear out your maw Pylades Pylades I come Pylad. Why I am he look friend dost not know me Or. Yes yes thou wert with me when I kil'd my mother and see the Furies now would whip thee too Alecto look look here 's Alecto too O Clytemnestra hay how the Lion skips and Taurus he would tosse me on his horns Look on the Ram see the Beare roars at me and Charon he would fling me into Styx Pylad. He fears the heavenly signs nay then now time hath brought true punishment on every crime Orest Dash out the puppets brains the little boy the bastard my mothers bastard so blood spin my mother kild my father kild the King but she got little by 't look on her brest it bleeds it bleeds so so Aegystheus so Pylad. O what a strange distemper stirs his brain Thou gentle Somnus in whom care doth rest kind father of cold death and son of peace which comes to Kings and poor men all alike bind his disturbed brain tie up his sense let him but live to die now t is not long before we both shall sing our funeral song Orest Ha! must I sink can I not keep aloft What is the stream so strong why then I 'll dive Falls a sleep and come to hell the sooner Pylad. So gentle sleep thou gather'st up his wandring brains again this is but half dead yet half dead he lies but t is not long before he wholly dyes Musick within Heark they play Musick O these sounds do harm enticing wo with their melodious charm These please not men in woe these time do keep but miseries best falling is to weep Our stops are nought but sobs our hearts we bring whereon we prick the sol-fa which we sing A song within together with the Musick Weep weep you Argonauts Bewail the day That first to fatal Troy You took your way Weep Greece weep Greece Two Kings are dead Argos thou Argos now a grave Where Kings are buried No heire no heire is left But one that 's mad See Argos hast not thou Cause to be sad Sleep sleep wild brain Rest rock thy sence Live if thou canst To grieve for thy offence Weep weep you Argonauts c. Pyl. Peace Musick peace our plaints have louder cries a heart that 's sad can never harmonize Grief cannot keep his time all time 's too long sighs are best sem-briefs to his doleful song My ditties mournful though thou sweetly play thus do we all even blow our lives away Orestes wakes But dost thou wake Orestes is rest fled sleep ne'r dwels long in a molested head Orest Hark hark the Furies entertain my mother Orpheus would fetch Euridice from hell see he looks back wouldst venture so thou fool I 'de see my mother burnt before I de goe why shouldst thou bring her she would stifle thee stifle thee in thy bed as my mother did Pyl. Still harping on thy mother Orest Harping no let Orpheus harp O I she was she was a very very Harpie Pyl. Thus madness playes and keeps a certain measure in his words Orest O I suckt out my mothers dearest blood I did indeed O she plagues me for 't now O I must goe lie down in Tytius place Ixion too he Sir would fain resign I scorn your petty plagues I 'll have a worse O the vulture the wheel the vulture Pyl. See how his conscious thoughts like fiends of hell do arm themselves and lash his guilty soul He see 's no vulture nor no Scorpion strikes yet doth his conscience whip his bloody heart he needs no witnesses he hath within a thousand thoughts which testifie his sin No punishment so strict no deadly smart as private guilt that smiteth on the heart Orest I did I do confesse I did I killd them all ript up the womb that bear me nay I did O Tantalus thy plague some meat some meat who pulls those apples hence let them alone nay sink to the bottom I will follow thee Lies down to drink the rivers dry my mother hath drunk all Pyl. Alas come go with me we will find drink Orest Is Pluto's buttry ope his drink 's too hot I doubt 't will scald me but I 'll tast on