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A08360	The tragedie of Gorboduc, whereof three actes were wrytten by Thomas Nortone, and the two laste by Thomas Sackuyle. Sett forthe as the same was shewed before the Quenes most excellent Maiestie, in her highnes court of Whitehall, the. xviij. day of Ianuary, anno Domini. 1561. By the Gentlemen of thynner Temple in London; Gorboduc	Norton, Thomas, 1532-1584.; Dorset, Thomas Sackville, Earl of, 1536-1608. aut	1565 (1565)	STC 18684; ESTC S111262	31,622	75

them his gouernaunce Lo suche are they nowe in the Royall throne As was rashe Phaeton in Phebus Carre Ne then the fiery stedes did drawe the flame With wilder randon through the kindled skies Then traiterous councell now will wherle about The youthfull heads of these vnskilfull kinges But I hereof their father will enforeme The reuerence of him perhappes shall staye The growing mischiefes while thei yet are grene If this helpe not then wo vnto them selues The Prince the people the deuided lande Actus secundus Scena secunda Porrex Tyndar Philander Porrex ANd is it thus And doth he so prepare Against his Brother as his mortall foe And nowe whyle yet his aged father lyues Neither regardes be him nor feares he me Warre would he haue and he shall haue it so Tyndar I sawe my selfe the great prepared store Of Horse of Armours and of weapons there Ne brynge I to my Lorde reported tales Without the ground of seene and serched trouthe Loe secrete quarrelles ronne about his Courte To bringe the name of you my Lorde in hate Eche man almost can nowe debate the cause And aske a reason of so great a wronge While he so noble and so wise a Prince Is as vnworthie rest his Heritage And whie the kinge mislead by craftie meanes Deuided thus his lande from course of right The wiser sorte holde downe their griefull heades Eche man withdrawes from talke and companie Of those that haue ben knowen to fauour you To hide the mischiefe of their meaninge there Rumours are spred of your preparynge here The Rascall nombres of the vnskilfull sorts Are filled with monsterous tales of you and yours In secrete I was counsailed by my friendes To hast me thence and brought you as you know Letters from those that both can truely tell And would not write vnlesse they knewe it well Philander My Lorde yet ere you nowe vnkindely warre Sende to your Brother to demaunde the cause Perhappes some trayterous tales haue filled his eares with false reports against your noble grace Which once disclosed shal ende the growing strife That els not staied with wise foresight in time Shall hazarde both your kingdomes your lyues Sende to your father eke he shall appeale Your kindled mindes and rid you of this feare Porrex Ridde me of feare I feare him not at all Ne will to him ne to my father sende If daunger were for one to tarye there Thinke ye it safely to retourne againe In mischiefes suche as Ferrex nowe intendes The wanted courteous Lawes to Messengeres Are not obserued whiche in iust warre they vse Shall I so hazarde any one of myne Shall I betraie my trustie friende to hym That hath disclosed his treason vnto me Let him entreate that feares I feare him not Or shall I to the kinge my father sende Yea and sende nowe while suche a mother lyues That loues my Brother and that hateth mee Shall I geue leasure by my fonde delayes To Ferrex to oppresse me at vnware I will not but I will inuade his Realme And seeke the Traitour Prince within his Court Mischiefe for mischiefe is a due rewarde His wretched head shall paie the worthie pryce Of this his Treason and his hate to me Shall I abide entreate and sende and praie And holde my yelden throate to Traitours knife While I with valiaunt minde conquering force Might rid my selfe of foes and winne a Realme Yet rather when I haue the wretches head Than to the king my father will I sende The booteles case may yet appease his wrath If not I will defend me as I maye Philander Loe here the ende of these two youthfull kings The fathers deth the reigne of their two realmes O most vnhappy state of Counsellours That light on so vnhappy Lordes and times That neither can their good aduise be harde Yet must thei beare the blames of yll successe But I will to the king their father haste Ere this mischiefe come to that likely ende That if the mindefull wrath of wrekefull Gods Since mightie Ilions fall not yet appeased With these poore remnant of the Troians name Haue not determinedlie vnmoued fate Out of this Realme to rase the Brutish Line By good aduise by awe of fathers name By force of wiser Lordes this kindled hate Maye yet be quentched ere it consume vs all Chorus Whan youth not bridled with a guyding staie fraie Is left to randon of their owne delight And welds whole Realmes by force of soueraigne Great is the daunger of vnmaistred might Lest skilles rage throwe downe with headlong fal Their lands their states their liues them selues all When growing pride doth fil the swelling brest And gredy lust doth raise the clymbynge minde Oh hardlie maye the perill be represt Ne feare of angrie Goddes ne Lawes kinde Ne Countrie care can fiered hartes restrayne Whan force hath armed Enuie and disdaine VVhan kinges of foreset wyll neglecte the rede Of best aduise and yelde to pleasinge tales That do their fansies noysome humour feede He reason nor regarde of right auailes Succedinge heapes of plagues shall teache to late To learne the mischiefes of misguydinge state Fowle fall the Traitour false that vndermines The loue of Brethrene to destroye them bothe Wo to the Prince that pliant eare enclynes And yeldes his minde to poysonous tale that floweth From flatterynge mouth wo to wretched lande That wasts it selfe with ciuyll sworde in hande Loe thus it is poyson in golde to take And holsome drinke in homely Cuppe forsake ¶ The order and signification of the dōme shewe before the thirde Act ¶ Firste the Musicke of Fluites began to playe during which came in vpon the Stage a companye of Mourners all clad in blacke betokeninge Death and sorowe to ensue vpon the yll aduised misgouernement and discention of Bretherne as befel vpon the Murder of Ferrex by his yonger Brother After the Mourners had passed thryse about the stage thei departed and than the Musicke ceased Actus tertius Scena prima Gorboduc Eubulus Arostus Philander Nuntius Gorboduc O Cruell fates O mindfull wrath of Goddes whose vēgeaūice neither Simois streined streames Flowing with blood of Troian Princes slaine Nor Phrygian fieldes made rancke with Corpses dead Of Asian kynges and Lordes can yet appease He slaughter of vnhappie Pryams race Nor Ilions fall made leuell with the soile Can yet suffice but still continued rage Pursue our lyues and from the farthest Seas Doth chast the issues of distroyed Troye Oh no man happie tyll his ende be seene If any flowyng wealth and seemynge Ioye In present yeres might make a happy wight Happie was Hecuba the wofullest wretche That euer lyued to make a Myrrour of And happie Pryam with his noble sonnes And happie I till nowe Alas I see And feele my most vnhappie wretchednes Beholde my Lordes reade ye this Letter here Loe it conteines the ruyne of our Realme If timelie speede prouide not hastie helpe Yet O ye Goddes if euer wofull kynge Might moue you kings of kinges

to the frame of skilfull gouernaunce Maye so be taught and trayned in noble Artes As what their fathers whiche haue reigned before Haue with great fame deriued downe to them With honour they maye leaue vnto their seede And not be taught for their vnworthie life And for their Laweles swaruynge out of kinde Worthie to lose what Lawe aud kind them gaue But that they may preserue the cōmon peace The cause that first began and still mainteines The Lyneall course of kinges inheritaunce For me for myne for you and for the state Wherof both I and you haue charge and care Thus do I meane to vse your wonted fayth To me and myne and to your natyue Lande My Lordes be playne without all wrie respect Or poysonous crafte to speake in pleasyng wise Lest as the blame of yll succedynge thinges Shall light on you so light the harmes also Arostus Your good acceptaunce so most noble kinge Of suche your faithfulnes as heretofore We haue employed in dueties to your Grace And to this Realme whose worthie head you are Well proues that neyther you mistruste at all Nor we shall nede no boasting wise to shewe Our trueth to you nor yet our wakefull care For you for yours and for our natiue Lande Wherfore O kynge I speake for one as all Sithe all as one do beare you egall faith Doubt not to vse their Counselles and their aides Whose honours goods lyues are whole auowed To serue to ayde and to defende your Grace Gorboduc My Lordes I thanke you all This is the case Ye know the Gods who haue the soueraigne care For kings for kingdomes and for cōmen weales Gaue me two sonnes in my more lustie Age Who nowe in my deceyuynge yeres are growen Well towardes ryper state of minde and strength To take in hande some greater Princely charge As yet they lyue and spende their hopefull daies With me and with their Mother here in Courts Their age nowe asketh other place and trade And myne also doth aske an other chaunge Theirs to more trauaile myne to greater ease Whan fatall death shall ende my mortall lyfe My purpose is to leaue vnto them twaine The Realme deuided into two sandrie partes The one Ferrex myne elder sonne shall haue The other shall the other Porrex rule That both my purpose may more framelie stande And eke that they may better rule their charge I meane forthwith to place them in the same That in my life they maye both learne to rule And I may Ioye to see their rulynge well This is in sōme what I woulde haue ye wey Firste whether ye allowe my whole deuise And thinke it good for me for them for you And for our Countrey mother of vs all And if ye lyke it and allowe it well Than for their guydinge and their gouernaunce Shewe forthe suche meanes of circumstaunce As ye thinke meete to be both knowne and kept Lot this is all nowe tell me your aduise Arostus And this is muche and asketh great aduise But for my parte my Soueraigne Lord and kyng This do I thinke your Maiestie doth knowe Howe vnder you in Iustice and in peace Great wealth and Honour long we haue enioyed So as we can not seeme with gredie mindes To wisshe for chaunge of Prince or gouernaunce But if ye lyke your purpose and deuise Our lykynge must be deemed to procede Of rightfull reason and of heedefull care Not for our selues but for our cōmen state Sithe our owne state doth nede no better chaunge I thinke in all as erst your Grace hath saide Firste when you shall vnlode your aged mynde Of heuye care and troubles manyfolde And laye the same vpon my Lordes your sonnes Whose growing yeres may bere the burden long And longe I praye the Goddes to graunt it so And in your lyfe while you shall so beholde Their rule their vertues and their noble deedes Suche as their kinde behighteth to vs all Great be the profites that shall growe therof Your age in quiet shall the longer last Your lastynge age shal be their longer staie For cares of kynges that rule as you haue rulde For publique wealth and not for priuate ioye Do wast mannes lyfe and hasten crooked age With furrowed face and with enfeebled lymmes To drawe on creepynge Death a swifter pace They two yet yonge shall beare the partie reigne With greater ease than one nowe olde alone Can welde the whole for whom muche harder is with lessened strength the double weight to beare Your eye your Counsell and the graue regarde Of Fathers yea of suche a fathers name Nowe at beginning of their sondred reigne When it is hazarde of their whole successe Shall bridle so their force of youthfull heates And so restreine the rage of insolence Whiche most assailes the yonge and noble minds And so shall guide and traine in tempred staie Their yet greene bending wittes with reuerent awe And now inured with vertues at the first Custome O king shall bringe delightfulnes By vse of Vertue Vice shall growe in hate But if you so dispose it that the daye Which endes your life shal first begin their reign Great is the perill what will be the ende When suche beginning of suche liberties Voide of suche states as in your liefe do lye Shall leaue them to free randon of their will An open praie to traiterous flatterie The greatest pestilence of noble youthe Whiche perill shal be past if in your life Their tempred youthe with aged fathers awe Be brought in vre of skilfull staidnes And in your life their liues disposed so Shall length your noble liefe in ioyfulnes Thus thinke I that your grace hath wiselie thought And that your tender care of cōmen weale Hath bred this thought so to deuide your Lande And plant your sonnes to beare the present rule While you yet liue to see their rulynge well That you may longer lyue by ioye therein What furder meanes behouefull are and meete At great leisure maye your Grace deuise When all haue saide and when we be agreed If this be best to parte the Realme in twaine And place your sonnes in present gouernement Whereof as I haue plainely saide my mynde So woulde I here the rest of all my Lordes Philander In parte I thinke as haue ben saide before In parte againe my minde is otherwise As for deuiding of this Realme in twaine And lotting out the same in egall partes To either of my Lordes your Graces sonnes That thinke I best for this your Realmes behosf For profite and aduauncement of your sonnes And for your comforte and your honour eke But so to place them while your life do last To yelde to them your Royall gouernaunce To be aboue them onely in the name Of father not in kingly state also I thinke not good for you for them nor vs This kingdome since the bloodie ciuill fielde Where Morgan slaine did yeld his conquered parte Vnto his Cosyns sworde in Camberlande Conteineth all that whilome did suffice Three noble sonnes

ne recked before Good is I graunt of all to hope the best But not to liue still dreadles of the worst So truste the one that the other be forsene Arme not vnskilfulnes with princely power But you that longe haue wisely ruled the reignes Of royaltie within your noble Realme So holde them while the Gods for our auayles Shall stretche the threde of your prolonged dales To soone he clāme into the flamyng Carte Whose want of skyll did set the earth on fire Time and example of your noble Grace Shall teache your sonnes both to obey and rule Whan time hath taught thē time shall make thē pace The place that nowe is full and so I praie Longe it remaine to comforte of vs all Gorboduc I take your faithfull hartes in thankfull parte But sithe I see no cause to drawe my minde To feare the nature of my louyng sonnes Or to misdeme that Enuie or disdaine Can there worke hate where nature planteth loue In one selfe purpose do I still abide My loue extendeth egally to bothe My Lande suffiseth for them bothe also Humber shall parte the Marches of their Realmes The Sotherne parte the elder shall possesse The Northerne shall Porrex the yonger rule In quiet I will passe mine aged daies Free from the trauaile and the painefull cares That hasten age vpon the worthiest kinges But lest the fraude that ye do seeme to feare Of flatteryng tongues corrupt their tender youth And wrieth them to the waies of youthfull lust To climyng pride or to reuengyng hate Or to neglecting of their carefull charge Lewdely to lyue in wanton recklenesse Or to oppressinge of the rightfull cause Or not to wreke the wronges done to the poore To treade downe trueth or fauour false deceite I meane to ioyne to eyther of my sonnes Some one of those whose longe approued faith And wisdome tryed may well assure my harte That mynyng fraude shall finde no way to creepe Into their fensed eares with graue aduise This is the ende and so I praye you all To beare my sonnes the loue and loyaltie That I haue founde within your faithful breasts Arostus You nor your sonnes our soueraigne Lord shall want Our faith seruice while our liues do last Chorus When settled staie doth holde the royall throne In stedfast place by knowen and doubtles right And chiefely whan discent on one alone Make single and vnparted reigne to light Eche chaunge of course vnioynts the whole estate And yeldes it thrall to rayne by debate The strength that knit by laste accorde in one Against all forrein power of mightie foes Could of it selfe defende it selfe alone Disioyned once the former force doth lose The stickes that sondred brake so soone in twaine In faggot bounde attempted were in vaine Oft tender minde that leades the perciall eye Of erringe parentes in their childrens loue Destroies the wrongfull loued childe therby This doth the proude sonne of Appollo proue Who rasshely set in Chariot of his sire Inflamed the perched earth with heauens fire And this great king that doth deuide his land And chaunged the course of his discending crowne And yeldes the reigne into his childrens hande From blisfull state of ioye and great renowne A Myrrour shall become to Princes all To learne to shunne the cause of suche a fall ¶ The order and signification of the dōme shewe before the second Acte ¶ First the Musicke of Cornettes began to playe during whiche came in vpon the Stage a kinge accompanied with a nombre of his Nobylytie Gentlemen And after he had placed him selfe in a Chaire of estate prepared for him there came and kneled before him a graue and aged Gentilman and offred vp a Cuppe vnto hym of Wyne in a glasse whiche the kynge refused After him cōmes a braue and lustie yong Gentleman and presentes the king with a Cup of Golde filled with poison which the king accepted drinkinge the same immediatly fell down dead vpon the stage so was carried thence awaye by his Lordes and Gentlemen then the Musicke ceased Hereby was signified that as Glasse by nature holdeth no payson but is clere and maye easely be seene throughe ne boweth by any Arte So a faithfull Counsellour holdeth no treason but is playne open ne yeldeth to any vndiscrete affection but geueth holsome Counsell whiche the yll aduised Prince refuseth The delightfull golde filled with poyson betokeneth Flattery whiche vnder faire seeming of pleasaunt words beareth deadly poyson which destroieth the Prince that receiueth it As befell in the two brethrene Ferrex and Porrex who refusing the holsome aduise of graue Counsellours credited these yonge Paracites brought to them selues death and destruction therby Actus secundus Scena prima Ferrex Hermon Dordan Ferrex I Meruaile muche what reason leade the kynge My father thus without all my desarte To reue me halfe the kingdome which by course Of lawe and nature shuld remayne to me Hermon If you with stubborne and vntamed pryde Had stood against him in rebellious wise Or if with grudging minde you had enuied So slowe a slidynge of his aged yeres Or sought before your time to haste the course Of fatall death vpon his Royall head Or stained your Stocke with murder of your kyn Some face of reason might perhaps haue seemed To yelde some likely cause to spoile ye thus Ferrex The wrekefull Gods powre on my cursed head Eternall plagues and neuer dyinge woes The Hellish Prince adiudge my dampned ghoste To Tantalus thirste or proude Ixims wheele Or cruell Gripe to gnawe my growing harte To durynge tormentes and vnquenched flames If euer I conceiued so foule a thought To wisshe his ende of life or yet of reigne Dordan Ne yet your father O most noble Prince Did euer thinke so fowle a thing of you For he with more than fathers tendre loue While yet the fates do lende him life to rule Who long might lyue to so your rulynge well To you my Lorde and to his other sonne Lo he resignes his Realme and Royaltie Whiche neuer would so wise a Prince haue done If he had ones misdemed that in your harte There euer lodged so vnkinde a thought But tendre loue my Lorde and setled truste Of your good nature and your nable minde Made him to place you thus in Royall throne And now to geue you half his realme to guide Yea and that halfe within abounding store Of things that serue to make a welthie Realme In statelie Cities and in frutefull soyle In temperate breathing of the milder heauen In thinges of nedefull vse whiche frendlie Sea Transportes by traffike from the forreine Portes In flowing wealth in honour and in force Doth passe the double value of the parte That Porrex hath alloted to his reigne Suche is your ease suche is your fathers loue Ferrex Ah loue my frendes loue wrongs not whom he loues Dordan Ne yet he wrongeth you that geueth you So large a reigne ere that the course of tyme Bringe you to kingdome by discended

right Which time perhaps might end your time before Ferrex Is this no wrong saie you to reaue from me My natiue right to halfe so great a realme And thus to matche his yonger sonne with me In egall power and in as great degree Yea what sonne the sonne whose swellyng pryde Woulde neuer yelde one poinct of reuerence Whan I the Elder and apparaunt heire Stoode in the likelyhode to possesse the whole Yea and that sonne whiche from his childishe age Enuieth myne honour and doth hate my life What will he nowe do when his pride his rage The mindefull malice of his grudging harte Is armed with force with wealth and kingly state Hermon Was this not wrong yea yll aduised wrong To giue so mad a man so sharpe a sworde To so great perill of so great mishappe Wide open thus to set so large a waye Dordan Alas my Lorde what griefull thing is this That of your brother you can thinke so ill I neuer sawe him vtter likelie signe Whereby a man might see or once misdeme Suche hate of you ne suche vnyeldinge pride Ill is their counsell shamefull be their ende That raising suche mistrustfull feare in you Sowing the seede of suche vnkindly hate Trauaile by reason to destroy you both Wise is your brother and of noble hope Worthie to welde a large and mightie Realme So muche a stronger frende haue you therby Whose strēgth is your strēgth if you gree in one Hermon If nature and the Goddes had pinched so Their flowing bountie and their noble giftes Of Princelie qualyties from you my Lorde And powrde them all at ones in wastfull wise Vpon your fathers younger sonne alone Perhappes there be that in your preiudice Would saie that birth shuld yeld to worthines But sithe in eche good gift and Princelie Acte Ye are his matche and in the chiefe of all In mildenes and in sobre gouernauce Ye farre surmount And sithe there is in you Sufficing skill and hopefull towardnes To weld the whole and match you Elders praise I see no cause whie ye should loose the halfe Ne wold I wisshe you yelde to suche a losse Lest your milde sufferaunce of so great a wronge Be deemed cowardishe and simple dreade Whiche shall geue courage to the fierie head Of your yonge Brother to inuade the whole Whiles yet therfore stickes in the peoples mynde The lothed wronge of your disheritaunce And ere your Brother haue by settled power By guyle full cloke of an allurynge showe Got him some force and fauour in this Realme And while the noble Queene your mother lyues To worke and practice all for your auaile Attempt redresse by Armes and wreake your selfe Vpon his life that gaineth by your losse Who nowe to shame of you and griefe of vs In your owne kingdome triumphes ouer you Shew now your courage meete for kingly estate That thei which haue auowed to spēd their goods Their landes their liues honours in your cause Maye be the bolder to mainteine your parte Iohan thei do see that cowarde feare in you Shall not betraye ne saile their faithfull hartes If ones the death of Porrex ende the strife And paie the price of his vsurped Reigne Your Mother shall perswade the angry kynge The Lords your frends eke shall appease his rage For thei be wise and well thei can forsee That ere longe time your aged fathers death will brynge a time when you shall well requite Their frendlie fauour or their hatefull spite Yea or their slackenes to auaunce your cause Wise men do not so hange on passyng state Of present Princes chiefely in their age But they will further cast their reachinge eye To viewe and weigh the times reignes to come Ne is it lykely thoughe the kinge be wrothe That he yet will or that the Realme will beare Extreme reuenge vpon his onelye sonne Or if he woulde what one is he that dare Be ministre to suche an enterprise And here you be nowe placed in your owne Amyd your frendes your vassalles your strength We shall defende and kepe your person safe Tyll either counsell turne his tender minde Or age or sorowe ende his werie daies But if the feare of Goddes and secrete grudge Of Natures Lawe repynynge at the facte Withholde your courage from so great attempt Knowe ye that lust of kingdomes hath no Lawe The Goddes do beare and well allowe in kinges The thinges they abhorre in rascall routes When kinges on sclender quarrels ron to warres And than in cruell and vnkindely wise Cōmaunde theftes rapes murder of Innocentes To spoile of townes reignes of mighty realmes Thinke you such Princes do suppresse them selues Subiect to Lawes of kinde and feare of Gods Yet none offence but decked with glorious name Of noble Conquestes in the handes of kinges Murders and violent theftes in priuate men Are heynous crymes and full of foule reproche But if you like not yet so hote deuise Ne list to take suche vauntage of the time But thoughe with great perill of your state You wil not be the first that shall inuade Assemble yet your force for your defence And for your safetie stande vpon your garde Dordan O heauen was there euer harde or knowen So wicked Counsell to a noble Prince Let me my Lorde disclose vnto your grace This heynous tale what mischiefe it conteynes Your fathers death your brothers and your owns your present murder and eternall shame Heare me O king and suffre not to sinke So highe a treason in your Princelie brest Ferrex The mightie Goddes forbyd that euer I Shuld once conceiue suche mischiefe in my harte Althoughe my Brother hath bereft my Realme And beare perhappes to me and hatefull minde Shall I reuenge it with his death therfore Or shall I so destroy my fathers lyfe That gaue me life the Gods forbyd I saye Cease you to speake so any more to me Ne you my friende with Aunswere once repeate So foule a tale in scilence let in die What Lorde or Subiect shall haue hope at all That vnder me they safely shall enioye Their goods their honours landes and liberties With whome neither one onely brother deare Ne father dearer coulde enioye their lyues But sithe I feare my younger brothers rage And sithe perhappes some other man may gyue Some like aduise to moue his grudging head At mine estate whiche counsell may perchaunce Take greater force with him than this with me I will in secrete so prepare my selfe As if his malice or his lust to reigne Breake forth with Armes or sodeine violence I may withstande his rage and kepe myne owne Dordan I feare the fatall time now draweth on When ciuyll hate shall ende the noble lyne Of famouse Brute and of his Royall seede Great Ioue defende the mischiefes nowe at hande O that the Secretaries wise aduise Had erst ben harde whan he besought the kynge Not to deuide his lande nor sende his sonnes To further partes from presence of his Courte Ne yet to yelde to