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A85334	Three excellent tragœdies. Viz. The raging Turk, or, Bajazet the Second. The courageous Turk, or, Amurath 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.	Goffe, Thomas, 1591-1629.; Meighen, Richard, fl. 1656.	1656 (1656)	Wing G1006; Thomason E1591_2; ESTC R202218	132,941	272

imperious looks should grace so base a stroke with sad aspect thus will I muffle up and choke my grones lest a griev'd teare should quite put out the name of lasting courage in Carmanias fame Am. What still stiffe necked Is this the truce you beg Sprinkled before thy face those Rebel Brats shall have their braines and their dissected limbes hurld for a prey to Kites for Lords 't is fit no spark of such a mountain threatning fire be left as unextinct least it devoure and prove more hot unto the Turkish Empier then the Promethean blaze did trouble Jove first sacrifice those Brats All. Wife Deare father let thy fury rush on me within these entrailes sheath thine unsatiate sword and let this ominous and too fruitful womb be torn insunder for from thence those Babes took all their crimes error made them guilty 't was Natures fault not theirs O if affection can work then now shew a true fathers love if not appease those murdering thoughts with me For as Jocasta pleaded with her sons for their deare Father so to a Father I for my dear babes and husband husband father Which shall I first embrace Victoriors father be blunt those now sharp thoughts lay down those threats unclasp that impious Helmet fix to earth that monumental Speare look on thy child with pardoning looks not with a warriers eye Else shall my brest cover my husbands brest and serve as buckler to receive thy wounds Why dost thou doubt Fearest thou thy daughters faith Amu. I feare for after Daughters perjury all Lawes of Nature shall distasteful be nor will I trust thy children or thy self Wife No Father 't is I fear you him he you I both but for you both for both you war so that 't is best with him that 's overcome O let me kisse kind father first the earth on which you tread then kisse mine husbands cheek Great King embrace these babes you are the stock on which these Grafts were planted Amu. True and when sprouts do rob the tree of sap they must be prun'd Wife Dear Father leave such harsh similitudes By my deceased Mother to whose womb I was a ten moneths burden By your self to whom I was a pleasing Infant once pitty my husband and these tender Infants Amu. Yes to have them collect a manly strength and their first lesson that their Dad shall teach them shall be to read my misery All. Stern Conqueror but that thy daughter shews there once dwelt good in that obdurate brest I would not spend a teare to soften thee Thou seest my Countries turn'd into a grave my Cities scare the Sun with fiercer flames which turn them into ashes and my self so flickt and carved that my amazed blood knows not through which wound first to take it's way if not on me have mercy on my babes which with thy mercy thou mayst turn to Love Amu. No sir we must root out malicious seed nothing sprouts faster than an envious weed We see a little Bullock ' mongst an Herd whose horns are yet scarce crept from out his front grows on a suddain tall and in the Field frolicks so much he makes his Father yield A little Twig left budding on an Elm ungratefully bars his Mother sight from Heaven I love not future Aladins Alad. Threat all a Conquerour can canst threat but death and I can die but if thou wouldst have mercy Wife Let 's see your feet we 're proud with this hands kiss The higher those great powers have rais'd you press that which lyes below with gentler weight to pardon miseries is Fortunes height alas these infants these weak sinewed hands can be no terror to these Hectors arms Beg Infants beg and teach these tender joynts to ask for mercy learn your lisping tongues to give due accent to each syllable nothing that Fortune urgeth to is base put from your thoughts all memory of descent forget the Princely Titles of your Fathers if your own misery you cannot feel learn thus of me to weep of me to kneel Al. Do boys and imitate your Parents tears which I like Priam shed when he beheld Hector thrice dragg'd about the Trojan Walls He that burst ope the Gates of Erebus and rouz'd the yelling Monster from his Den was conquer'd with a tear Great Monarch learn To know how dear a King doth weeping earn 1. Ch. Good Grandsire see see how my Father cries 2. Ch. Good Mother take my napkin for your eyes Wife Good father hear hear how thy daughter prays Thou that know'st how to use stern Warriers arms learn how to use mild VVarriers pity too Alas Can ere these ungrown strengths repair their Fathers battered Cities Or can these these orethrown Turrets Iconium what small hopes hast thou to lean upon If these be all Not half so mild hath our misfortune been that any can ere fear us Be pleased Am. Rise my dear Child as Marble against rain so I at these obedient showers melt thus I do raise thy Husband thus thy Babes freely admitting you to former State But Aladin wake not our wrath again Patience grows fury that is often stirred when Conquerours wax calm and cease to hate the conquer'd should not dare to reiterate Be thou our Son and Friend Alad. By all the Rites of Mahomet I vow it Am. Then for to seal unto you this our love your self shall lead a wing in Servia in our immediate VVars we are to meet the Christians in Cassanoe's Plains with speed Great Amurath nere had time to breath himself so much as to have warring with new Foes no day securely to his Scepter shone but one VVars end still brought another on Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 2. Enter Lazarus Cobelitz Souldiers all armed Cob. Let now victorious wreathes ingirt our brows let Angels ' stead of Souldiers wield our arms ' gainst him who that our Cities might be his strives to depopulate and make them none But look look in the air me thinks I see an Host of Souldiers brandishing their Swords each corner of the Heaven shoots thunderbolts to nail these impious forces to the Earth Laz. Souldiers stand to 't though fortune bandy at 's let 's stand her shocks like sturdy Rocks i th' Sea on which the angry foaming Billows beat with frivolous rush and break themselves not them stand like the undaunted countenance o th' sky or like the Sun which when the foolish King thought to obscure with a cloud of darts out lookt them all our lives are all inchanted and more invulnerate than Thetis Son We shall have hands and weapons if the stone of Fortune glide from under our weak feet and we must fall yet let all Christians say 'T is She and not the Cause that wins the day We must believe Heaven hath a greater care of them whom Fortune doth so oft out dare Cob. Gentlemen Brothers Friends Souldiers Christians we have no reason to command of Heaven a thing denied to all mortality Nor should we be so impudently proud as

didst thou ere observe so to benumne our sense that thou shouldst thinke we could be pleas'd with such effeminate Presents Know sir our eyes shall have that abstinence that will not looke on them on boyes or women Hence then and present some coward with them Exit Philoxenus Give me a spectacle would please the Gods and make them bend their Ivorie browes to the Earth a man a Souldier strong with his wounds ' mongst fate and ruine upright and unshap't his minde being all his guard his wall and armour and if he fall still noble wrath remaines in his amased Trunke not all the darts stucke in his sides making him all one wound affright his courage but wrath lending weapons himselfe doth seeme a new and horrid Warre Nor are those Milke-sops which beguile the time with stealing minutes from their Ladies lips such as the Gods doe love for as the Winde loseth it's force if it be not oppos'd with woods of strong and stubborne planted trees So Virtue if it walke in troden paths That breakes up honours gap and makes the way through pathes of death that flame burnes strong which is resisted valor shines in wrong Of Alexanders Souldiers be this said warre was as peace when he the army led Exit Fame Brave Macedon how truly hast thou weighed the reason of mans birth who is equall borne for all the world as well as for himselfe the world 's a field too narrow for thy worth and allthough Nature hath her enacted bounds for Sea and earth nay for the heavens themselves nor Sea nor earth shall coope thy valour up Valour of Nature ever this attaines that it breakes forth farre and beyond her chaines and this I le trumpet out The whole worlds Ball in which thou art so great to thee is small When men want worlds to shew their vertue in that is the crime o' th Gods and not their sinne 'T is a decree of a true Souldiers mind to thinke nought done when ought is lest behind On valiant youth for know I will appoint a Grecian Prince who so shall steepe his quill to paint thy name in Wels of eloquence that this thy scorne of Lust shall be propos'd for Kings example to posterity Know mortals that the men the Gods most love in hard and dangerous Arts they alwayes prove When men live brave at first then fall to crimes their bad is Chronicle to future times For who begins good Arts and not proceeds he but goeth backward in all noble deeds Death consecrates those men whose awfull end though most men feare yet all men must commend ascends Amurath seemes troubled yet collecting himselfe dissembles his Passion speakes Am. Scahin the Macedon's heholding to thee and history shall pay you thankes for this which we rest Debtors for Scah. Great Prince such kindnesse of acceptance payes For things which are but for a Kings delight in seeing them he amply doth requite Am. Eumorphe Love Queene Wife le' ts hast to Bed and may we wish this night eternall time Scahin good night good night kind gentelmen Thus when we are dead shall we revive o' th' stage one houre can present a kings whole age Exeunt omnes Actus 2. Scena 1. Enter Schahin Eurenoses Schah. Observ'd you not the Kings looks Grew they not pale Euren. O yes Lord Schahin you must be his Parent and snatch him out o' th' Gulph he 's falling in That fayned speech of Alexanders wrought like to most purging Physicke nights then blacke when 't is compar'd with day Boldnesse is cleare when 't is presented before bastard feare Schah. I le tell thee Eurenoses thou art a Souldier and I am both a Souldier and a Scholar And for these two Professions am both most glorious and most meritorious Pallas is for both O what Tysiphon what snaked scourge can make a Scholar that should never sleepe but 'twixt the Pillowes of Pernaessus Hils and dip his lips in springs of Helicon make him by snoaring on a wanton brest and suck the adulterate and spiced breath of a lewd famed woman Euren. And for a Souldier Schahin let me speake We that doe know the use of swords and fire we that doe know halters can throatle us shall we ere venture on a Womans cruelty We that endure no Lords shall we endure a woman to overcome us Most true Demophoon I reverence thy memory no pewling phrase could so enchaine thee to thy Thracian Dame but thou wouldst rather perish than she save thee I le not declaime long on that common theame but they have lust lye in their fingers ends and whilst their sweet-hearts breath stickes in their sheets they will admit another Lucrece in the day to be a Thais if the night will not gain-say Scah. Why Eurenoses why should we endure a new Queen now this Kingdom wants not heires we know should we have more 't were dangerous But harke The Queens for Bed-inticing sleepe soft Musicke with charmes of Musicke wel even such a Night may yet prove dismall ere the following Light Eurenos Scahin let 's in the first degree to purge such ils as these is to instruct the patient his disease that you have done Scah. Yea and wil yet once more adventure a new stratagem Just when the King h 'as rid his Chamber and with covetous hast thinks for to clip Elisium and drinke deepe of his long wish'd delight I having skil and uncontroul'd accesse will in disguise seem his deceased Fathers apparition and by all tyes of children to their Parents bid him forsake that vile bewitching woman Euren. An easie Medicine doth and sure wil work to rub shrewd wounds make them but fester more Foule Med'cines we worse brook than a foule sore Scena 2. Actus 2. Enter Eumorphe as to Bed in her Night-robes attended with Tapers and Ladies Menth. Madam make hast The King will be impatient if he be from you long O Happinesse Emorph. Why Menthe then thou deem'st us happy thus to command a world of services to have a King my subject and attended with these harmonious sounds t' affect our eares Menthe. Yes truely Madam 't is a happinesse Eumorph. 'T is were 't Eternal but I feare a power a womans power doth but make sport with us Why were we not once Menthe a Captive Wretch Menthe Yes Lady now your happinesse 's the more Riches please best when there went want before Eum. That power which rais'd us from so base so high can throw us downe againe as suddenly Me thinks my life is but a Players Scaene in the last Act my part was then to play a captive creature and a Queene to day Menthe. Your Morals Madam are too serious Me thinks these Ornaments should elevate your dumpish spirits Thinke this Bed a place in which no Icie slipping chance hath power A Kings safe Bed is like a guarded Tower Eum. No Menthe no 't is not the Bed of state nor the free smile of a well pleased King 't is not the embracing Armes of

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

suit Orest Nay but Egystheus you can aggravate to doe a haynous murther and i' th Court I' th place of Justice where the King might hear upon a chief attendant of the Kings Murther it self is past all expiation a crime that nature most of all abhors and look how manhood and civility stand at the bar of Justice and there plead how much they 'r wrong'd and how much defac'd when man doth dye his hands in blood of man Now hearken King I 'll use thy Rhetorick thou didst a haynous murther in the Court not which the King did hear but which he felt when no petition could good man prevaile therefore this dies this first shall have his due Stabs it againe that the blood spirts in his face this mischief done revenge shall prompt anew Aeg. O the gods blush and heaven looks pale at this a fathers face besmear'd with his childs blood Orest My hast deceives my will tush all this yet may be call'd piety you shall tast too mother Turns it to her Clyt. O why dos't banish nature from his place Look on thy mothers tears worse then those groans and pangs she had when she first brought thee forth When of thy friends or parents thou hast wrong patience not fury doth to thee belong Is this the blessing that thy knee should ask Repay'st thou thus my kisses and my tears which flow'd from me to thee in tender years Orest O why did you so banish woman-hood when you and this damn'd villain base adulterer made in my fathers side so many wounds and brought a brave old King into this state See here 's his bones my pocket can contain Pulls bones from his pocket great Agamemnon and repayd you thus his kind embraces all his loving signs Aegystheus you are thirsty you shall drink Fills two cups with the childs blood gives it them yes you shall clear your throat by you shall Aegy. O mischief above mischief what Heniochus bred on a stony rock could e'r endure to see a fathers thirst quench'd with such blood Hast thou no measure hath revenge no end Ore Who first doth mischief may keep mean i' th deed but who revengeth must all mean exceed Nay mother wee 'l not bar you of your draught Gives one cup to her Clyt. O Nature see here all thy law infring'd a mothers prayers prevail not with her son Orest Pray with Thyestes it shall never move me But first Aegystheus Do thou haste revenge Stabs him Aegyst O I am wounded O when dost thou end Orest Nay I have scarce begun Now mother you Sabs her So now I 'll stand and look and on hell call nay my revenge must not be usual One more for thee Aegystheus only let out the blood you drank before Aegyst O my heart feels it Orest Now mother you and your love the same Clyt. O kill me quickly time prolongs my wo and since I must die let me quickly goe Orest You know your sentence Let him feel he dies who strait threats death knows not to tyrannize Aegy. This brings ten deaths Or. Would t would an 100 bring one death 's too little to revenge a King Hence hence adulterous soul to Tantalus and let hell know who 't was sent thee thither he dies Now mother you shall follow but he first lest that like Lovers you go hand in hand Clyt. Why son whose death is it thou dost revenge thy fathers but on whom upon thy mother On her which brought thee forth which took most care to bring thee up from whom thou tookst thy self thou' rt sure thou art mine but dost not know who 't was begate thee Orest Wil 't Bastardize me Yes mother yes I know I was his son Alas why what are you a senselesse peice of rotten earth can do as much to corn as you to me bear it and bring it forth but Agamemnon he that seed did sow and only unto him my self I ow and for him thou shalt die Clyt. O I confesse my conscience tells me I deserve no lesse and thus thy mother from thee doth depart leaving vexation to torment thy heart She dies Orest Now friend I see my father live again and in his royal state at Argos Court This is the night in which he first came home O blessed powers of hell divine Canidia Now am I satisfied now hath revenge perfection and nothing grieves me but that Tyndarus my mothers father did not see her die I le in and tell him my thoughts must reveale those acts I do this night who would conceale Now soul triumph whist that my deed shall shine I' th face o th Court and all the world know 't mine Actus 5. Scena 1. Enter Orestes in his gown Tyndarus Strophius Electra Pylades two Lords Ore My Lord your daughters potion works most rarely the King 's asleep God blesse his Majesty O do not wake him faith 't is pity la. Tynd. What do I see ha blood the little child dead my daughter bleed Aegystheus kill'd Orest Your Lordships eyes do fail 't is but spilt wine Tynd. Lay hands o' th villain 't is the Physicians deed Orest Nay friends hands off 't is no Physician now Discovers himself See see old Tyndarus dost thou know me yet Fetch me my Crown and robes nay I 'll ascend Is not Atrides eldest son your King Tynd. What hast thou done foul Viper to eat out thy mothers bowels what was this thy deed Thy silence sayes 't was thine What Tanais Tygris or Rhenus or what flowing sea should wash thee in the salt Meotis streame Or Tethis at full tide o'rflow thy banks still would the spots of murder stick on them Orest Why Grandsire I go not about to wash by 't was all the fruit I thought to win to think all mischief here could be no sin Tynd. See see thy mother look upon her now on her whose eyes thou hast for ever clos'd which eyes have often wakned at thy cry and hush'd thee with a lullaby to sleep See see these hands which oft with so much care wrapt gently up thy unset tender limbs See see this face wont at thy signes to smile when nature gave not leave unto thy tongue to utter thy childs meaning Orest See see these bones these nasty rotten bones which had so often lock'd his hands in hers here stood the tongue which oft had call'd her sweet dear Clytemnestra and then stopt his speech and told his love in a more speaking signe Here stood those eyes which fed upon her face and made her of thy daughter a great Queen and she made him a dish for loathed worms Tynd. Suppose she did there was but one yet dead and with ones death again should be repaid Orest No Tyndarus had I desir'd but one I should have thought I had desired none Why methinks I should too have kill'd thee the number is too little yet of three Tynd. Into what land what country wilt thou fly all earths all lands all countries will fly

the same bloud he tooke a share so let him beare his part in Government Sch. My Lord within the selfe-same Hemispheare It 's most prodigious when two Sunnes appeare One body by one soule must be inform'd Kingdomes like marriage beds must not indure any corrivall Rome was nere secure whilst she contain'd a Pompey and a Caesar Like as one Prophet we acknowledge now so of one King in state we must allow You know the Turkish Lawes Prince be not nice to purchase Kingdomes whatsoe'er the price He must be lopt send for him he must dye Bajazet O happy Bajazet that he was borne to be a King when thou wast Counseller Call in our Brother Jacup Some goe for him Here sixe men take up Amuraths Trunke on their shoulders Baj. Why Lords is Amurath so light a weight Is this the Trunk o th' Turkish Emperor Oh what a heape of thoughts are come to naught What a light weight is he unto sixe men who durst stand under Ossa and sustaine ' t Euren. My Lord these Meditations fit not you You are to take the honour he hath left and thinke you of his rising not his fall Enter Jacup Let your decree be suddaine here 's your Brother Baj. Brother I could have wished we might have met at times of better greeting Our father hath bequeath'd to the Grave these ashes to us his State Nor have we leysure yet to mourne for him Brother you know our state hath made a Law that he that sits in a Majestick Chayre must not endure the next succeeding heyre Jac. Yes we doe And Brother doe you thinke 't is crime enough to dye because I am sonne to an Emperour Scah. My Lord we know there breathes in him that ayre of true affestion that he doth much desire you should be equall in his Kingdome with him But still when two great evils are propos'd the lesse is to be chosen Euren. My Lord your life 's but one Kings are the threads whereto there are inweaved millions of lives and he that must rule all must still be one that is select from all Although we speake yet thinke them not our words But what the Land speakes in us Kings are free And must be impatient of equality Jac. And is' t eene so How have these Dogs fawn'd on me lickt my feet when Amurath yet lived Felt all my thoughts and soothed them to the sight of Empyrie And now the first would set their politique hands to strangle up that breath a blast of which their nostrils have suckt up like perfum'd ayre Well brother well by all men this is spoke that heart that cannot bow may yet be broke Bajazet Brother you must not now stand to upbraid They which doe feare the vulgars murmuring tongue Must also feare th' authority of a King For rulers must esteeme it happinesse that with their gov'rnment they can hate suppresse they with too faint a hand the Scepters sway Who regard love or what the people say To Kindred we must quite put off respect when 't is so neare it may our Crowne affect Jac. Then name of Brother doe I thus shake off for 't is in vaine their mercy to implore when impious Statists have decreed before Yet King although thou take my life away see how I le dye in better state then thou Who like my Father after his greatest glory May fall by some base hand The Minister 'To take my breath shall be thy selfe a King Here Jacup takes a Scarfe from his Arme and putting it about his neck gives one end to Bajazet Yet give me leave a while to Prophesie You that so Puppet-like delude your hopes and Wyer-draw the ancestry from Kings thinking that fates dare not aproach your bloud till they doe seize you then you leave this Earth Not as you went but by compulsion dragg'd Still begging for a morrow from your Grave and with such shifts you doe deceive your selves as if you could deceive mortality No Brother King not all the Glow-worme state which makes thee be a Horse-leach to thy bloud Not all the Parasitest ' Minions thou maintainst nor the restorative Dishes that are found out Not all thy shifts and trickes can cheat mortality or keepe thee from a death that 's worse then mine Should all this faile age would professe it selfe a slow but a sure Executioner O 't is a hard thing well to temperate decaying happinesse in great estate But this example by me may you gaine that at my death not of Heaven complaine Pull then and with my fall pull on thy selfe Mountaines of burdenous honor which shall curse thee Death leades the willing by the hand But spurs them headlong on that dare command Here himselfe pulls one end Bajazet the other Jacup dyes Bajazet Take up this Trunke and let us first appoint our Fathers and our Brothers Funerals the sense lesse body of that Caitiffe slave hurle to a Ditch Posterity shall heare Our lesse ill Chronicled but time shall heare these minutes rather then repeate their woe Now Primacy on thee I le mediate Which who enjoy thee are in blest estate Whose age in secure silence fleets away Without disturbance to his funeral day Nor ponderous nor unquiet honours can Vexe him but dyes a primare ancient man What greater powers threaten inferiour men a greater power threatens him agen And like to wasted Tapers Kings must spend their lives to light up others So all end Exeunt bearing out solemnely the bodies of Amurath and Jacup FINIS THE TRAGEDY OF ORESTES Written by THOMAS GOFF Master of Arts and student of Christ-Church in OXFORD AND Acted by the STUDENTS of the same house The second Edition LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. The Prologue THe hush'd contentment of two silent howres Breath pleasing ayres on these attentive eares And since wee see in this well furnish'd roome All our best neighbours are so kindely met Wee would devise some pleasing talke to spend The lazie houres of the tedious night But for our owne invention 't was too weake Whereon our young Muse durst not wholly leane We here present for the revive a tale Which once in Athens great Eurypedes In better phrase at such a meeting told The learn'd Athenians with much applause The same we will retell unto your eares Whose Atticke judgement is no lesse then theirs We here as builders which doe oft take stones From out old buildings then must hew and cut To make them square and fitting for a new So from an old foundation we have ta'n Stones ready squar'd for our aedifice Which if in pleasing our weake skill offends In making corners disproportionate Some roome too narrow or some loft to a high Yet we well hope if the whole structure fall Your hands like props will serve to beare up all Spoken by the Authour himselfe The Names of the Actors Agamemnon King of Greece Clytemnestra The Queene Tyndarus Clytemnestra's father Strophius Father to Pylades

Two deare friends Orestes soon to Agam. Pylades soon to Stroph. Electra Daughter to Agamemnon Aegystheus Adulterer with Clytemnestra Mysander A Favorite and Parasite Ajoung Childe of Aegystheus Nurse Two Lords Chamberlaine A Boy Attendants THE TRAGEDIE OF ORESTES Actus 1. Scena 1. Enter as from warre Agamemnon Clytemnestra Orestes Pylades Aegysteus cum caeteris Agam. NOw a faire blessing blesse my dearest earth and like a Bride adorne thy royall brow with fruits rich Garland a new married Bride Unto thy King and Husband who too long Hath left thee widdowed O me thinks I see Turnes to the spectators how all my Grecians with unsatiate lookes and greedy eyes doe bid mee welcome home Each eare that heares the clamour seemes to grieve it cannot speake and give a welcome King Come Clytemnestra let not anger make his wrinkled seat upon my loves faire brow I have too long beene absent from thy bed Chide me for that anon when arme in arme I shall relate those projects in love termes which when they first were acted made Mars feare to see each man turn'd to a God of warre Clyt. O my deare Lord absence of things wee love thus intermixt makes them the sweeter prove That your departure pierc'd my tender soule witnesse those Christall floods which in my eyes did make a sea when you should goe to sea those streames which then flow'd from the veines of greife at your returne doe overflow the banks But 't is with joy Agam. Now these eares indeed have chang'd their place they which were wont to heare no musique but the summoning of warre blowne thorow discords brazen instrument are blessed now with accents that doe fill my age-dry'd veynes with youthfull blood againe These eyes which had no other object once but Hector twixt the armes of Greece and Troy hewing downe men and making every field Flow with a sea of blood now see 's blood flow In my Orestes cheekes heaven blesse this plant Orestes kneeles sprung from the sap of this juicelesse oake Now be thy branches greene under whose shade I may be shadowed from the heat of warre Rise young Orestes Oh how it glads my soule to see my Queene and Sonne my Sonne and Queene Clyt. But come my Lord true love still hates delayes let no eares first be blessed with your breath till on my brest resting your wearied head You tell your warre where that the field 's your bed Aga. My Queen shal have her wil see how times change I that last night thought all the world a sea As if our common mother earth had now shot her selfe wholly into Neptunes armes and the strong hindges of the world had crackt letting the moone fall into th' swelling waves such watry mountaines oft did seeme to rise and quite o'rwhelme us all the winds at warre banded the sea on to the others coasts Jove thinking Neptune gan to strive for heaven sent a new sea from thence and with his thunder bad silence to the waves they uncontrold kept on their noyse and let their fury swell turning heaven earth sea clouds and all to hell Each Trojan that was saved then 'gan cry happy were they that did with Priam die It glads mee now to thinke that that night was no starre no not Orion there appear'd But this night 's turnd to day and here doth shine for a good Omen my embraced Queene With whom her Agamemnon still will stay till age and death shall beare him quite away Exeunt Agamemnon Clytemnestra cum caeteris Scena 2. Manet Egysteus Aegyst And that shal be ere long Tush shall be'sslow my vengefull thoughts tell mee thou now art dead Fie faint Apollo weakling infant-God why wouldst thou let lame Vulcan's hammers beat downe those brave Turrets which thou help'dst to build Venus I see thou art a woman now which here are like to take a double foyle for we that whilome revel'd in thy campe in the sweet pleasures of incestuous sheets must leave our lov'd unsatiate desires But now begin thou blacke Eumenides You hand-mayds of great Dis let such a flame of anger burne mee as doth Etnas forge on fury on our hate shall not die thus I 'll draw my poysonous arrow to the length that it may hit the mark and fly with strength Exit SCEN. 3. Enter Orestes Pylades Orest Come now my dearest friend my other self my empty soul is now fild to the top brimful with gladnesse and it must run o'r into my deare friends heart those silver haires which time hath crown'd my Fathers brow withal do shine within mine eyes and like the Sun extract all drossie vapors from my soul Like as the earth whom frost hast long benumb'd and brought an Icie drinesse on her face her veines so open at a sudden thaw that all plants fruits flowers and tender grafts kept as close prisoners in their mothers womb start out their heads and on a sudden doth the sad earth count'nance with a summer look So in this brest here in this brest deare friend whiles Annus ten times circled in the world ten clumzie winters and ten lagging springs hath with my fathers absence frozen beene all thoughts of joy which now shall make a spring in my refreshed soul Things that we daily see th' affections cloy hopes long desired bring the greatest joy Pyl. Nay but dear Cousin give not the reines too much to new received joyes lest that they run with so much speed that they out-breath themselves your Father is come home but being come should now some woful afterclap of fate which Omen Jove forbid should come to passe but take him hence again and crosse your joy each spark of gladness which you now conceive would turn a flame for grief still one extreame altering his course turns to the diverse theame Orest Tush Pylades talk not of what may be we may indeed i' th' clearest afternoone expect a storm Pyl. Yes and such stormes oft come and wet shrewd too before we get at home Orest O but I 'll be above all fatal power I that have such a Father new come home I that have such a friend such too rare gifts who gave me these gifts thought no scowling frown of angry fortune e'r should throw me down Pyl. Call them not gifts Orestes th' are but lent meere lendings friend and lendings we must pay when e'r the owner shall appoint his day Orest True Pylades but owners use to warn their debtors when they must bring in their summs but heavens tell me with favouring aspects I still must keep their lendings and possess with frolick joy all their lent happiness Pyl. Trust not the heavens too much although they smile good looks do mortal hearts too oft beguile the heavens are usurers and as oft 't is seen a full poucht churle give a most faire good e'en to his poor Creditor who trusting that hath slackt this payment on the morrow next he hath been rooted out by th' tuskey boare which gave the faire good e'en