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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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 streÌ„gth is your streÌ„gth 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 speÌ„d 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 CoÌ„maunde 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

as yet In this harde case what worde thou canst alledge For thy defence by vs hath not ben harde We are content to staie our wyll for that Whiche Iustice biddes vs presently to worke And geue the leaue to vse thie speache at full If ought thou haue to laye for thine excuse Porrex Neither O kyng I can or wyll denie But that this hande from Ferrex lyfe hath reft Which fact how much my doleful hart doth waile Oh would it mought as full appeare to sight As inwarde griefe doth powre it forth to me So yet perhappes if euer ruthefull hart Melting in teares within a manlie breast Throughe depe repentaunce of his bloudie facte If euer griefe if euer wofull man Might moue regreite with sorowe of his fault I thinke the torment of my mournefull case Knowen to your grace as I do feele the same Woulde force euen wrath her selfe to pytie mee But as the water troubled with the mudde Shewes not the face whiche els the eye shulde see Euen so your Irefull minde with stirred thought Can not so perfectly discerne my cause But this vnhappe emongst so many heapes I must content me with most wretched man That to my selfe I must referre my woe In pynynge thoughts of myne accursed facte Sithens I may not shewe here my smallest griefe Suche as it is and as my breast endures Whiche I esteme the greatest myserie Of all mishappes that Fortune nowe can sende Not that I rest in hope with plaints and teares Should purchase life for to the Goddes I clepe For true recorde of this my faithfull speache Neuer this harte shall haue the thoughtfull dreade To die the death that by your Graces dome By iust desarte shal be pronounced to mee Nor neuer shal this tongue ones spend this speche Pardon to craue or seeke by sute to lyue I meane not this as though I were not touchde With care of dreadfull death or that I helde Lyfe in contempt but that I knowe the mynde Stoupes to no dreade although the flesh be fraile And for my gilt I yelde the same so great As in my selfe I finde a feare to sue For graunte of lyfe Gorboduc In vayne O wretche thou shewed A wofull harte Ferrex nowe lyes in graue Slaine by thy hande Porrex Yet this O father heare And than I ende Your Maiestie well knowes That whan my Brother Ferrex and my selfe By your owne hest were ioyned in gouernaunce Of this your Graces Realme of Brittayne Lande I neuer sought nor trauaylled for the same Nor by my selfe or by no scende I wrought But from your highnes will alone it spronge Of your most gracious goodnes bent to me But howe my Brothers hart euen than repined With swollen disdaine against mine egali rule Seing that Realme which by discent shuld grow Whollie to him allotted halfe to me Euen in your highnes Court he nowe remaynes And with my Brother than in nearest place Who can recorde what proofe therof was shewde And how my brothers enuious hart appearde Yet I that iudged it my parte to seeke His fauour and good will and lothe to make Your highnes knowe the thing which shuld haue brought Grief to your grace your offeÌ„ce to him Hopyng by earnest suite shuld soone haue wonne A louynge hart within a Brothers brest Wrought in that sorte that for a pleadge of loue And faithfull hart he gaue to me his hande This made me thinke that he had banished quite All rancour from his thought and bare to me Suche hartie loue as I did owe to him But after once we left your Graces Court And from your highnes presence liued aparte This egall rule still still did grudge him so That nowe those Enuious sparkes which erst lay raked In lyuing cinders of dissemblynge brest Kindled so farre within his hates disdaine That longer could he not refraine from proofe Of secrete practise to depriue me life By Poysons force and had bereft me so If myne owne Seruaunt hired to this fact And moued by trouthe with hate to worke the same In time had not bewraied it vnto mee Whan thus I sawe the knot of loue vnknitte All honest League and faithfull promise broke The Lawe of kind and trothe thus rent in twaine His hart on mischiefe set and in his brest Blacke treason hid then then did I dispaier That euer tyme coulde wynne him frende to me Than sawe I howe he smyled with slaying knife Wrapped vnder cloke then sawe I depe deceite Lurke in his face and death prepared for mee Euen nature moued me than to holde my lyfe More deare to me than his and bad this hande Since by his lyfe my death must nedes ensue And by his death my lyfe to be preserued To shed his bloud and seeke my safetie so And wisdome willed me without protracte In spedie wise to put the same in vre Thus haue I tolde the cause that moued me To worke my Brothers death and so I yelde My lyfe my death to iudgement of your grace Gorboduc Oh cruell wight shulde any cause preuaile To make the staine thy hands with brothers blod But what of thee we will resolue to doe Shal yet remaine vnknowen Thou in the meane Shalt from our royall presence banyshed be Vntill our Princely pleasure furder shall To the be shewed departe therfore our sight Accursed childe What cruell destenie What frowarde fate hath sorted vs this chaunce That euen in those where we shuld comfort find Where our delight nowe in our aged daies Shulde rest and be euen there our onelie griefe And depest sorrowes to abridge our liefe Most pynyng cares and deadlie thoughts do graue yours Arostus Your Grace shuld now in these graue yeres of Haue founde ere this the price of mortall Ioyes Howe shorte they be howe fadyng heare in earth Howe full of chaunge howe Brittle our estate Of nothynge sure saue onely of the Death To whome both man and all the worlde doth owe Their ende at last neither shall natures power In other sorte against your harte preuayle Than as the naked hande whose stroke assayes The Armed breast where force doth light in vaine Gorboduc Many can yelde right graue and sage aduise Of pacient sprite to others wrapped in woe And can in speache both rule and conquere kinde Who if by proofe they might feele natures force Wold shewe them selues men as thei are in dede which now wil nedes be gods but what doth meane The sory chere of her that here doth come Marcella Oh where is ruthe or where is pytie nowe Whether is gentle harte and mercie fled Are they exiled out of our stony breasts Neuer to make retourne is all the worlde Drowned in bloode and soncke in crueltie If not in women mercie maye be founde If not alas within the mothers brest To her owne childe to her owne flesshe and blood If ruthe be banished thence if pytie there Maye haue no place if there no gentle harte Do lyue and dwell where shuld we seeke it than Gorboduc Madame

of your forefather Brute So your two sonnes it maye also suffice The moe the stronger if thei gree in one The smaller compasse that the Realme doth holde The easier is the swey therof to welde The nearer Iustice to the wronged poore The smaller charge and yet ynoughe for one And whan the Region is deuided so That Brethrene be the Lordes of either parte Such strength doth nature knit betwene the both In sondrie bodies by conioyned loue That not as two but one of doubled force Eche is to other as a sure defence The Noblenes and glorie of the one Doth sharpe the courage of the others mynde With vertuous enuie to contende for praise And suche an egalnes hath nature made Betwene the Brethren of one Fathers seede As an vnkindlie wronge it seemes to bee To throwe the other Subiect vnder feete Of him whose Peere he is by course of kinde And nature that did make this egalnes Ofte so repineth at so great a wronge That ofte she rayseth vp a grudgynge griefe In yonger Brethren at the elders state Wherby both townes kingdomes haue be rased And famous stockes of Royall blood distroied The Brother that should be the Brothers aide And haue a wakefull care for his defence Gapes for his death blames the lyngering yeres That brings not forth his ende with faster course And oft impacient of so longe delayes With hatefull slaughter he presentes the fates And keepes a iust rewarde for Brothers bloode With endles vengeaunce on his stocke for aye Suche mischiefes here are wisely mette withall If egall state maye nourishe egall loue Where none hath cause to grudge at others good But nowe the head to stoupe beneth them bothe Ne kinde ne reason ne good ordre beares And oft it hath ben seene that where Nature Hath ben preuerted in disordered wise When Fathers cease to know that thei shuld rule And Children cease to knowe they should obey And often our vnkindly tendrenes As Mother of vnkindly Stubbornes I speake not this in enuie or reproche As if I grudged the glorie of your sonnes Whose honour I beseche the Goddes to encrease Nor yet as if I thought there did remaine So filthie Cankers in their noble brestes Whome I esteme whiche is their greatest praise Vndoubted children of so good a kynge Onelie I meane to shewe my certeine Rules Whiche kinde hath graft within the mind of man That Nature hath her ordre and her course Whiche being broken doth corrupt the state Of myndes and thinges euen in the best of all My Lordes your sonnes may learne to rule of you Your owne example in your noble Courte Is fittest Guyder of their youthfull yeares If you desire to seeke some present Ioye By sight of their well rulynge in your lyfe See them obey so shall you see them rule Who so obeyeth not with humblenes Will rule without rage and with insolence Longe maye they rule I do beseche the Goddes But longe may they learne ere they begyn to rule If kinde and fates woulde suffre I would wisshe Them aged Princes and immortall kinges Wherfore most noble kynge I well assent Betwene your sonnes that you deuide your Realme And as in kinde so matche them in degree But while the Goddes prolongue your Royal life Prolongue your reigne for therto lyue you here And therfore haue the Goddes so longe forborne To ioyne you to them selues that still you might Be Prince and father of our coÌ„mon weale They when they se your children ripe to rule Will make them roume will remoue you hence That yours in right ensuynge of your life Maye rightlie honour your mortall name Eubulus Your wonted true regarde of faithfull hartes Makes me O kinge the bolder to presume To speake what I conceiue within my brest Althoughe the same do not agree at all With that whiche other here my Lords haue said Nor whiche your selfe haue seemed best to lyke Pardon I craue and that my wordes be deemde To flowe from hartie zeale vnto your Grace And to the safetie of your coÌ„mon weale To parte your Realme vnto my Lords your soÌ„nes I thinke not good for you ne yet for them But worste of all for this our Natiue Lande For with one Lande one single rule is best Deuided Reignes do make deuided hartes But Peace preserues the Countrey the Prince Suche is in man the gredie minde to reigne So great is his desire to climbe alofte In worldly Stage the stateliest partes to beare That faith and Iustice and all kindly loue Do yelde vnto desire of Soueraigntie Where egall state doth raise an egall hope To winne the thing that either wold attaine Your grace remembreth howe in passed yeres The mightie Brute first Prince of all this Lande Possessed the same and ruled it well in one He thinking that the compasse did suffice For his three sonnes three kingdoms eke to make Cut it in three as you would nowe in twaine But how much Brutish blod hath sithence beÌ„ spilt To ioyne againe the sondred vnitie What Princes slaine before their timely honour What wast of townes and people in the Lande What Treasons heaped on murders on spoiles Whose iust reuenge euen yet is scarcely ceased Ruthefull remembraunce is yet had in minde The Gods forbyd the like to chaunce againe And you O king geue not the cause therof My Lorde Ferrex your elder sonne perhappes Whome kinde and custome geues a rightfull hope To be your Heire and to succede your Reigne Shall thinke that he doth suffre greater wronge Than he perchaunce will beare if power serue Porrex the younger so vnpaised in state Perhappes in courage will be raised also If Flatterie then whiche sayles not to assaile The tendre mindes of yet vnskilfull Youthe In one shall kindle and encrease disdaine And Enuie in the others harte enflame This fire shall waste their loue their liues their land And rutheful ruine shal destroy them both A wisshe not this O kyng so to befall But feare the thing that I do most abhorre Geue no beginning to so dreadfull ende Kepe them in order and obedience And let them both by nowe obeyinge you Learne suche behauiour as beseemes their state The Older myldenes in his gouernaunce The younger a yeldyng contentednes And kepe them neare vnto your presence still That they restreined by the awe of you Maye liue in compasse of well tempred staie And passe the perilles of their youthfull yeares Your aged life drawes on to febler tyme Wherin you shall lesse able be to beare The trauailes that in youth you haue susteined Both in your persons and your Realmes defence If planting nowe your sonnes in furder partes You sende them furder from your present reache Lesse shal you know how they theÌ„ selues demaund Traiterous corrupters of their pliant youthe Shall haue vnspied a muche more free accesse And of ambition and inflamed disdaine Shall arme the one the other or them bothe To ryuill warre or to vsurpinge pride Late shall you rue that you

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 claÌ„me 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 theÌ„ time shall make theÌ„ 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 Â¶ The order and signification of the doÌ„me shewe before the second Acte Â¶ 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 coÌ„mes 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

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