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A08361	The tragidie of Ferrex and Porrex set forth without any addition or alteration but altogether as the same was shewed on stage before the Queenes Maiestie, about nine yeares past, vz. the xviij. day of Ianuarie. 1561. by the gentlemen of the Inner Temple. Seene and allowed. [et]c.; Gorboduc	Norton, Thomas, 1532-1584.; Dorset, Thomas Sackville, Earl of, 1536-1608. aut	1560 (1560)	STC 18685; ESTC S121996	32,307	64

one He thinking that the compasse did suffice For his three sonnes three kingdoms eke to make Cut it in three as you would now in twaine But how much Brittish bloud hath since bene spilt To ioyne againe the sondred vnitie What princes slaine before their tunely houre What wast of townes and people in the lande What treasons heaped on murders and on spoiles Whose iust reuenge euen yet is scarcely ceased Ruthefull remembraunce is yet rawe in minde The Gods forbyd the like to chaunce againe And you O king geue not the cause therof My Lord 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 wrong Than he perchaunce will beare if power serue Porrex the younger so vpraised in state Perhappes in courage will be raysed also If flatterie then which fayles not to assaile The tendre mindes of yet vnskilfull youth 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 ruthefull ruine shall destroy them both I wishe 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 now obeying you Learne such behauiour as beseemes their state The elder myldenesse in his gouernaunce The yonger a yelding contentednesse And kepe them neare vnto your presence still That they restreyned by the awe of you May liue in compasse of well tempred staye 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 susteyned Both in your persones and your realmes defence If planting now your sonnes in furder partes You sende them furder from your present reach Lesse shall you know how they them selues demeane Traiterous corrupters of their plyant youth Shall haue vnspied a muche more free accesse And if ambition and inflamed disdaine Shall arme the one the other or them both To ciuill warre or to vsurping 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 dreadlesse of the worst So truste the one that the other be forsene Arme not vnskilfulnesse with princely power But you that long haue wisely ruled the reignes Of royaltie within your noble realme So holde them while the Gods for our auayles Shall stretch the thred of your prolonged daies To soone he clambe into the flaming carre Whose want of skill did set the earth on fire Time and example of your noble grace Shall teach your sonnes both to obey and rule When tune hath taught them time shal make thē place The place that now is full● and so I pray Long it remaine to comforte of vs all Gorboduc I take your faithful harts in thankful part ▪ But sithe I see no cause to draw my minde To feare the nature of my louing 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 both My lande suffiseth for them both also Humber shall parte the marches of theyr realmes The Sotherne part the elder shall possesse The Notherne shall Porrex the yonger rule In quiet I will passe mine aged dayes 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 flattering tongues corrupt their tender youth And wrythe them to the wayes of youthfull lust To cl●●yng pride or to reuenging hate Or to neglecting of their carefull charge Lewdely to lyue in wanton recklessnesse Or to oppressing of the rightfull cause Or not to wreke the wronges done to the poore To treade downe truth or fauour false deceite I meane to ioyne to eyther of my sonnes Some one of those whose long approued faith And wisdome tryed may well assure my harte That ●●ynyng fraude shall finde no way to c●epe Into their ●ensed eares with graue adiuse ▪ This is the ende and so I pray you all To beare my sonnes the loue and loyaltie That I haue founde within your faithfull brestes Arostus You nor your sonnes our soueraign lord shal want Our faith and seruice while our liues do last Chorus When settled stay doth holde the royall throne In stedfast place by knowen and doubtles right And chiefely when discent on one alone Makes single and vnparted reigne to light Eche chaunge of course vnioynts the whole estate And yeldes it thrall to ruyne by debate The strength that knit by faste 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 parciall eye Oferring parentes in their childrens loue Destroyes the wrongly loued childe therby This doth the proude sonne of Apollo proue Who rasshely set in chariot of his sire Inflamed the parched earth with heauens fire And this great king that doth deuide his land And chaunge 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 domme shew before the second acte ¶ First the Musicke of Cornettes began to playe ▪ during which came in vpon the stage a King accompanied with a nombre of his nobilitie and gentlemen And after he had placed him self in a chaire of estate prepared for him there came and kneled before him a graue and aged gentelman and offred vp a cuppe vnto him of wyne in a glasse which the the King refused After him commes a braue and lustie yong gentleman and presentes the King with a cup of golde filled with poyson which the King accepted and drinking the same immediatly fell downe dead vpon the the stage and so was carried thence away by his Lordes and gentelmen and then the Musicke ceased Hereby was signified that as glasse by nature holdeth no poyson but is clere and may easely be seen through ne boweth by any arte So a faythfull counsellour holdeth no treason but is playne and open n● yeldeth to any vndiscrete affection but geueth holsome counsell which the yll aduised Prince refuseth The delightfull golde filled with poyson betokeneth flattery which vnder faire seeming of pleasaunt wordes beareth deadly poyson which destroyed the Prince that receyueth it As befell in the two brethren Ferrex and Porrex who refusing the holsome aduise of graue counsellours credited these yong Paracites and brought to them selues death and destruction therby Actus secundus Scena prima Ferrex Hermon Dordan FErrex I meruaile much what

reason ledde the king ▪ My Father thus without all my desert To reue me halfe the kingdome which by course Of law and nature should remayne to me Hermon If you with stubborne and vntamed pryde Had stood against him in rebelling wise Or if with grudging minde you had enuied So slow a slidyng 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 spoyle ye thus Ferrox The wrekeful Gods powre on my cursed head Eternall plagues and neuer dying woes The hellish prince adiudge my dampned ghost To Tantales thirste or proude Ixions wheele Or cruell gripe to gnaw my growing harte To during tormentes and vnquenched flames If euer I conceyued 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 see your ruling well To you my Lorde and to his other sonne Lo he resignes his realme and royaltie Which neuer would so wise a Prince haue done If he had once 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 noble minde Made him to place you thus in royall throne And now to geue you half his realme to guide Yea and that halfe which in abounding store Of things that serue to make a welthy realme In stately cities and in frutefull soyle In temperate breathing of the milder heauen In thinges of nedefull vse which frendly sea Transportes by traffike from the forreine partes In flowing wealth in honour and in force Doth passe the double value of the parte That Porrex hath allotted to his reigne Such is your case such is your fathers loue Ferrex Ah loue my frendes loue wrongs not whō he loues Dordan Ne yet he wrongeth you that geueth you So large a reigne ere that the course of time Bring you to kingdome by discended right Which time perhaps might end your time before Ferrex Is this no wrong say you to reaue from me My natiue right of halfe so great a realme And thus to matche his yonger sonne with me In egall power and in as great degree Yea and what sonne the sonne whose swelling pride Woulde neuer yelde one poinct of reuerence Whan I the elder and apparaunt heire Stoode in the likelihode to possesse the whole Yea and that sonne which from his childish age Enuieth myne honour and doth hate my life What will he now 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 missehappe Wide open thus to set so large a waye Dordan Alas my Lord what griefull thing is this That of your brother you can thinke so ill I neuer saw him vtter likelie signe Whereby a man might see or once misdeme Such hate of you ne such vnyelding pride Ill is their counsell shamefull be their ende That raysing such mistrustfull feare in you Sowing the seede of such vnkindly hate Trauaile by treason to destroy you both Wise is your brother and of noble hope Worthie to welde a large and mightie realme So much a stronger frende haue you therby Whose strength is your strength if you gree in one Hermon If nature and the Goddes had pinched so Their flowing bountie and their noble giftes Of princelie qualities from you my Lorde And powrde them all at ones in wastfull wise Upon your fathers yonger sonne alone Perhappes there be that in your preiudice Would say that birth should yeld to worthinesse But sithe in eche good gift and princelie arte Ye are his matche and in the chiefe of all In mildenesse and in sobre gouernaunce Ye farre surmount And sith there is in you Sufficing skill and hopefull towardnesse To weld the whole and match your elders prayse I see no cause why ye should loose the halfe Ne would I wisshe you yelde to such a losse Lest your milde sufferaunce of so great a wronge Be deemed cowardishe and simple dreade Which shall geue courage to the fierie head Of your yonge brother to inuade the whole While yet therfore stickes in the peoples minde The lothed wrong of your disheritaunce And ere your brother haue by settled power By guile full cloke of an alluring showe Got him some force and fauour in the realme And while the noble Queene your mother lyues To worke and practise all for your auaile Attempt redresse by armes and wreake your self Upon his life that gayneth 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 state That they which haue auowed to spend theyr goods Their landes their liues and honours in your cause ▪ May be the bolder to mainteyne your parte When they do see that cowarde feare in you Shall not betray ne faile their faithfull hartes If once the death of Porrex ende the strife And pay the price of his vsurped reigne Your mother shall perswade the angry kyng The Lords your frends eke shall appease his rage For they be wise and well they can forsee That ere longe time your aged fathers death Will bryng a time when you shall well requite Their frendlie fauour or their hatefull spite Yea or their slackenesse to auaunce your cause Wise men do not so hang on passing sta●● Of present Princes chiefely in their age But they will further cast their reaching eye To viewe and weye the times and reignes to come Ne is it likely though the kyng be wrothe That he yet will or that the realme will beare Extreme reuenge vpon his onely sonne Or if he woulde what one is he that dare Be minister to such an enterprise And here you be now placed in your owne Amyd your Frendes your vassalles and your strength We shall defende and kepe your person safe Till either counsell turne his tender minde Or age or sorrow end his werie dayes But if the feare of Goddes and secrete grudge Of natures law repining at the fact Withholde your courage from so great attempt Know ye that lust of kingdomes hath no law The Goddes do beare and well allow in kinges The thinges they abhorre in rascall routes When kinges on slender quarrells runne to warres And then in cruell and vnkindely wise Commaund theftes rapes murders of innocentes The spoile of townes ruines of mighty realmes Thinke you such princes do suppose them selues Subiect to lawes of kinde and feare of Gods Murders and violent theftes in priuate men Are hainous crimes

Snakes and shining bright With flames and bloud and with a brand of fire These for reuenge of wretched murder done Do make the mother kill her onely sonne Blood asketh blood and death must death requite Ioue by his iust and euerlasting dome Iustly hath euer so requited it The times before recorde and times to come Shall finde it true and so doth present proofe Present before our eyes for our behoofe O happy wight that suffres not the snare Of murderous minde to tangle him in blood And happy he that can in time beware By others harmes and turne it to his good But wo to him that fearing not to offend Doth serue his lust and will not see the end ¶ The order and signification of the domme shew before the fifth act ¶ First the drommes sluites began to sound during which there came forth vpon the stage a company of Hargabusiers and of Armed men all in order of battaile These after their peeces discharged and that the armed men had three times marched about the stage departed and then the drommes and fluits did cease Hereby was signified tumults rebellions armes and ciuill warres to follow as fell in the realme of great Brittayne which by the space of fiftie yeares more continued in ciuill warre betwene the nobilitie after the death of king Gorboduc and of his issues for want of certayne limitacion in succession of the crowne till the time of Dunwallo Molmutius who reduced the land to monarchie Actus quintus Scena prima Clotyn. Mandud Gwenard Fergus Eubulus CLot Did euer age bring forth such tirants harts The brother hath bereft the brothers life The mother she hath died her cruell handes In bloud of her owne sonne and now at last The people loe forgetting trouth and loue Contemning quite both law and loyall hart Euen they haue slaine their soueraigne lord queene Mand. Shall this their traitorous crime vnpunished rest Euen yet they cease not caryed on with rage In their rebellious routes to threaten still A new bloud shed vnto the princes kinne To slay them all and to vproote the race Both of the king and queene so are they moued With Porrex death wherin they falsely charge The giltlesse king without desert at all And traitorously haue murdered him therfore And eke the queene Gwena Shall subiectes dare with force To worke reuenge vpon their princes fact Admit the worst that may as sure in this The deede was fowle the queene to slay her sonne Shall yet the subiect seeke to take the sworde Arise agaynst his lord and slay his king O wretched state where those rebellious hartes Are not rent out euen from their liuing breastes And with the body throwen vnto the foules As carrion foode for terrour of the rest Ferg There can no punishment be thought to great For this so greuous cryine let spede therfore Be vsed therin for it behoueth so Eubulus Ye all my lordes I see consent in one And I as one consent with ye in all I holde it more than neede with sharpest law To punish this tinnultuous bloudy rage For nothing more may shake the common state Than sufferance of vproares without redresse Wherby how some kingdomes of mightie power After great conquestes made and florishing In fame and wealth haue ben to ruine brought I pray to Ioue that we may rather wayle Such happe in them than witnesse in our selues Eke fully with the duke my minde agrees Though kinges forget to gouerne as they ought Yet subiectes must obey as they are bounde But now my lordes before ye farder wade Or spend your speach what sharpe reuenge shall fall By iustice plague on these rebellious wightes Me thinkes ye rather should first search the way By which in time the rage of this vproare Mought be repressed and these great tumults ceased Euen yet the life of Brittayne land doth hang In traitours balaunce of vnegall weight Thinke not my lordes the death of Gorboduc Nor yet Videnaes bloud will cease their rage Euen our owne lyues our wiues and children deare Our countrey dearest of all in daunger standes Now to be spoiled now now made desolate And by our selues a conquest to ensue For geue once swey vnto the peoples lustes To rush forth on and stay them not in time And as the streame that rowleth downe the hyll So will they headlong ronne with raging thoughtes From bloud to bloud from mischiefe vnto ●oe To ruine of the realme them selues and all So giddy are the common peoples mindes So glad of chaunge more wauering than the sea Ye see my lordes what strength these rebelles haue What hugie nombre is assembled still For though the traiterous fact for which they rose Be wrought and done yet lodge they still in field So that how farre their furies yet will stretch Breat cause we haue to dreade That we may seeke By present battaile to represse their power Speede must we vse to leuie force therfore For either they forthwith will mischiefe worke Or their rebellious roares forthwith will cease These violent thinges may haue no lasting long Let vs therfore vse this for present helpe Perswade by gentle speach and offre grace With gift of pardon saue vnto the chiefe And that vpon condicion that forthwith They yelde the captaines of their euterprise To beare such guerdon of their traiterous fact As may be both due vengeance to them selues And holsome terrour to posteritie This shall I thinke scatter the greatest part That now are holden with desire of home Weried in field with cold of winters nightes And some no doubt striken with dread of law Whan this is once proclamed it shall make The captaines to mistrust the multitude Whose safetie biddes them to betray their heads And so much more bycause the rascall routes In thinges of great and perillous attemptes Are neuer trustie to the noble race And while we treate and stand on termes of grace We shall both stay their furies rage the while And eke gaine time whose onely helpe sufficeth Withoten warre to vanquish rebelles power In the meane while make you in redynes Such band of horsemen as ye may prepare Horsemen you know are not the commons strength But are the force and store of noble men Wherby the vnchosen and vnarmed sort Of skillesse rebelles whome none other power But nombre makes to be of dreadfull force With sodeyne brunt may quickely be opprest And if this gentle meane of proffered grace With stubborne hartes cannot so farre auayle As to asswage their desperate courages Then do I wish such slaughter to be made As present age and eke posteritie May be adrad with horrour of reuenge That iustly then shall on these rebelles fall This is my lord the summe of mine aduise Clotyn. Neither this case admittes debate at large And though it did this speach that hath ben sayd Hath well abridged the tale I would haue tolde Fully with Eubulus do I consent In all that he hath sayd and if the same To you