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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

vaine of cattell slaine To send the sacred smoke to heauens throne For thee my sonne if thinges do so succede As now my ielous minde misdemeth sore Ferrex Madame leaue care carefull plaint for me Iust hath my father bene to euery wight His first vniustice he will not extend To me I trust that geue no cause therof My brothers pride shall hurt him selfe not me Viden. So graunt the Goddes But yet thy father so Hath firmely fixed his vnmoued minde That plaintes and prayers can no whit auaile For those haue I assaied but euen this day He will endeuour to procure assent Of all his counsell to his fonde deuise Ferrex Their ancestors from race to race haue borne True fayth to my forefathers and their seede I trust they eke will beare the like to me Viden. There resteth all But if they faile thereof And if the end bring forth an ill successe On them and theirs the mischiefe shall befall And so I pray the Goddes requite it them And so they will for so is wont to be When lordes and trusted rulers vnder kinges To please the present fancie of the prince With wrong transpose the course of gouernance Murders mischiefe or ciuill sword at length Or mutuall treason or a iust reuenge When right succeding line returnes againe By Ioues iust iudgement and deserued wrath Bringes them to cruell and reprochfull death And rootes their names and kindredes from the earth Ferrex Mother content you you shall see the end Viden. The end thy end I feare Ioue end me first Actus primus Scena secunda Gorboduc Arostus Philander Eubulus GOrb. My lords whose graue aduise faithful aide Haue long vpheld my honour and my realme And brought me to this age from tender yeres Guidyng so great estate with great renowme Nowe more importeth mee than erst to vse Your fayth and wisedome whereby yet I reigne That when by death my life and rule shall cease The kingdome yet may with vnbroken course Haue certayne prince by whose vndoubted right Your wealth and peace may stand in quiet stay And eke that they whome nature hath preparde In time to take my place in princely seate While in their fathers tyme their pliant youth Yeldes to the frame of skilfull gouernance Maye so be taught and trayned in noble artes As what their fathers which haue reigned before Haue with great fame deriued downe to them With honour they may leaue vnto their seede And not be thought for their vnworthy life And for their lawlesse swaruynge out of kinde Worthy to lose what lawe and kind them gaue But that they may preserue the common peace The cause that first began and still mainteines The lyne all course of kinges inheritance For me for myne for you and for the state Where of both I and you haue charge and care Thus do I meane to vse your wonted fayth To me and myne and to your natiue lande My lordes be playne without all wrie respect Or poysonous craft to speake in pleasyng wise Lest as the blame of yll succedyng thinges Shall light on you so light the harmes also Arostus Your good acceptance so most noble king Of suche our faithfulnesse as heretofore We haue employed in dueties to your grace And to this realme whose worthy head you are Well proues that neyther you mistrust at all Nor we shall neede in boasting wise to shewe Our trueth to you nor yet our wakefull care For you for yours and for our natiue lande Wherefore O kyng I speake as one for all Sithe all as one do beare you egall faith Doubt not to vse our counsells and our aides Whose honours goods and lyues are whole auowed To serue to ayde and to defende your grace Gorb. 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 common weales Gaue me two sonnes in my more lusty age Who nowe in my decayeng yeres are growen Well towardes typer state of minde and strength To take in hande some greater princely charge As yet they lyue and spende hopefull daies With me and with their mother here in courte Their age nowe asketh other place and trade And myne also doth aske an other chaunge Theirs to more trauaile myne to greater case Whan fatall death shall ende my mortall life My purpose is to leaue vnto them twaine The realme diuided into two sondry partes The one Ferrex myne elder sonne shall haue The other shall the yonger Porrex rule That both my purpose may more firmely stande And eke that they may better rule their charge I meane forthwith to place them in the same That in my life they may both learne to rule And I may ioy to see their ruling well This is in summe what I woulde haue ye wey First 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 Then for their guydinge and their gouernaunce Shew forth such meanes of circumstance As ye thinke meete to be both knowne and kept Loe this is all now tell me your aduise Aros And this is much and asketh great aduise But for my part my soueraigne lord and kyng This do I thinke Your maiestie doth know How 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 change of Prince or gouernaunce But if we lyke your purpose and deuise Our lyking must be deemed to proceede Of rightfull reason and of heedefull care Not for our selues but for the common state Sithe our owne state doth neede no better change I thinke in all as erst your Grace hath saide Firste when you shall vnlode your aged mynde Of heuye care and troubles manifolde And laye the same vpon my Lordes your sonnes Whose growing yeres may beare the burden long And long I pray the Goddes to graunt it so And in your life 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 lasting age shal be their longer stay For cares of kynges that rule as you haue ruled For publique wealth and not for priuate ioye Do wast mannes lyfe and hasten crooked age With furrowed face and with enfcebled lymines To draw on creepyng death a swifter pace They two yet yong shall beare the parted 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 Father yea of such a fathers name Nowe at beginning of their sondred reigne When is the hazarde of their whole successe Shall bridle so their force of youthfull heates And so restreine the rage of insolence Whiche most assailes the

kinde Ne countries care can fiered hartes restrayne Whan force hath armed enuie and disdaine When kinges of fore●ette will neglect the rede Of best aduise and yelde to pleasing tales That do their fansies noysome humour feede Ne reason nor regarde of right auailes Succeding heapes of plagues shall teach to late To learne the mischiefes of misguided state Fowie fall the traitour false that vndermines The loue of brethren to destroye them both Wo to the prince that pliant care ●nclynes And yeldes his mind to poysonous tale that floweth From flattering mouth And woe to wretched land That wastes it selfe with ciuil sworde in hand Loe thus it is poyson in golde to take And holsome drinke in homely cuppe forsake ¶ The order and signification of the domme shewe before the thirde act ¶ Firste the musicke of flutes began to playe during which came in vpon the stage a company of mourners all clad in blacke betokening death and sorowe to ensue vpon the ill aduised misgouernement and discention of bretherne as befell vpon the murderer of Ferrex by his yonger brother After the mourners had passed thryse about the stage they departed and than the musicke ceased Actus tertius Scena prima Gorboduc Eubulus Arostus Philander Nuntius GOrb. O cruel fates O mindful wrath of Goddes Whose vengeance neither Simois stayned streames Flowing with bloud of Troian princes slaine Nor Phrygian fieldes made ranck with corpses dead Of Asian kynges and lordes can yet appease Ne slaughter of vnhappie Pryams race Nor Ilions fall made leuell with the soile Can yet suffice but still continued rage Pursues our lynes and from the farthest seas Doth chase the issues of destroyed Troye Oh no man happie till his ende be seene If any flowing wealth and seemyng ioye In present yeres might make a happy wight Happie was Hecuba the wofullest wretch 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 vnhappye wretchednesse Beholde my lordes read ye this letter here Loe it conteins the ruine of our realme If timelie speede prouide not hastie helpe Yet O ye Goddes if euer wofull kyng Might moue ye kings of kinges wreke it on me And on my sonnes not on this giltlesse realme Send down your wasting flames frō wrathful skies To reue me and my sonnes the hatefull breath Read read my lordes this is the matter why I called ye nowe to haue your good aduyse ¶ The letter from Dordan the Counsellour of the elder prince Eubulus readeth the letter MY soneraigne lord what I am loth to write But lothest am to see that I am forced By letters nowe to make you vnderstande My lord Ferrex your eldest sonne misledde By traitorous fraude of yong vntempred wittes Assembleth force agaynst your yonger sonne Ne can my counsell yet withdrawe the heate And furyous panges of hys enflamed head Disdaine sayth he of his disheritance Armes him to wreke the great pretended wrong With ciuyll sword vpon his brothers life If present helpe do not restraine this rage This flame will wast your sonnes your land you Your maiesties faithfull and most humble subiect Dordan ARostus O king appease your griefe and stay your plaint Great is the matter and a wofull case But timely knowledge may bring timely helpe Sende for them both vnto your presence here The reuerence of your honourage and state Your graue aduice the awe of fathers name Shall quicklie knit agayne this broken peace And if in either of my lordes your sonnes Be suche vntamed and vnyelding pride As will not bende vnto your noble hestes If Ferrex the elder sonne can beare no peere Or Porrex not content aspires to more Than you him gaue aboue his natiue right Ioyne with the iuster side so shall you force Them to agree and holde the lande in stay Eub. What meaneth this Loe yonder comes in hast Philander from my lord your yonger sonne Gorb. The Goddes sende ioyfull newes Phil. The mightie Ioue Preserue your maiestie O noble king Gorb. Philander welcome but how doth my sonne Phil. Your sonne sir lyues and healthie I him left But yet O king the want of lustfull health Could not be halfe so griefefull to your grace As these most wretched tidynges that I bryng Gorb. O heauens yet more not ende of woes to me Phil. Tyndar O king came lately from the court Of Ferrex to my lord your yonger sonne And made reporte of great prepared store For warre and sayth that it is wholly ment Agaynst Porrex for high disdayne that he Lyues now a king and egall in degree With him that claimeth to succede the whole As by due title of discending right Porrex is nowe so set on flaming fire Partely with kindled rage of cruell wrath Partely with hope to gaine a realme thereby That he in hast prepareth to inuade His brothers land and with vnkindely warre Threatens the murder of your elder sonne Ne could I him perswade that first he should Send to his brother to demaunde the cause Nor yet to you to staie this hatefull strife Wherfore sithe there no more I can be hearde I come my selfe now to enforme your grace And to beseche you as you loue the life And safetie of your children and your realme Now to employ your wisdome and your force To stay this mischiefe ere it be to late Gorb. Are they in armes would he not sende to me Is this the honour of a fathers name In vaine we trauaile to asswage their mindes As if their hartes whome neither brothers loue Nor fathers awe nor kingdomes cares can moue Our counsels could withdraw from raging heat Ioue slay them both and end the cursed line For though perhappes feare of such mightie force As I my lordes ioyned with your noble aides Maye yet raise shall represse their present heate The secret grudge and malice will remayne The fire not quenched but kept in close restraint Fedde still within breakes forth with double flame Their death and myne must peaze the angrie Gods Phil. Yelde not O king so much to weake dispeire Your sonnes yet lyue and long I trust they shall If fates had taken you from earthly life Before beginning of this ciuyll strife Perhaps your sounes in their vnmaistered youth Loose from regarde of any lyuing wight Would runne on headlong with vnbridled race To their owne death and ruine of this realme But sith the Gods that haue the care for kinges ▪ Of thinges and times dispose the order so That in your life this kindled flame breakes forth While yet your lyfe your wisdome and your power May stay the growing mischiefe and represse The fierie blaze of their inkindled heate It seemes and so ye ought to deeme thereof That louyng Ioue hath tempred so the time Of this debate to happen in your dayes That you yet lyuing may the same appeaze And adde it to the glory of your latter age And they our sonnes may learne to liue in

peace Beware O king the greatest harme of all Lest by your waylefull plaints your hastened death Yelde larger roume vnto their growing rage Preserue your life the onely hope of stay And if your highnes herein list to vse Wisdome or force counsell or knightly aide Loe we our persons powers and lyues are yours Use vs tyll death O king we are your owne Eub. Loe here the perill that was erst foresene When you O king did first deuide your lande And yelde your present reigne vnto your sonnes But now O noble prince now is no time To waile and plaine and wast your wofull life Now is the time for present good aduise Sorow doth darke the iudgement of the wytte The hart vnbroken and the courage free From feble faintnesse of bootelesse despeire Doth either ryse to safetie or renowme By noble valure of vnuanquisht minde Or yet doth perishe in more happy sort Your grace may send to either of your sonnes Some one both wise and noble personage Which with good counsell and with weightie name Of father shall present before their eyes Your hest your life your safetie and their owne The present mischiefe of their deadly strife And in the while assemble you the force Which your commaundement and the spedy hast Of all my lordes here present can prepare The terrour of your mightie power shall stay The rage of both or yet of one at lest Nun. O king the greatest griefe that euer prince dyd heare That euer wofull messenger did tell That euer wretched lande hath sene before I bryng to you Porrex your yonger sonne With soden force inuaded hath the lande That you to Ferrex did allotte to rule And with his owne most bloudy hand he hath His brother slaine and doth possesse his realme Gorb. O heauens send down the flames of your reuenge Destroy I say with flash of wrekefull fier The traitour sonne and then the wretched sire But let vs go that yet perhappes I may Die with reuenge and peaze the hatefull gods Chor. The lust of kingdome knowes no sacred faith No rule of reason no regarde of right No kindely loue no feare of heauens wrath But with contempt of Goddes and mans despite Through blodie slaughter doth prepare the waies To fatall scepter and accursed reigne The sonne so lothes the fathers lingering daies Ne dreades his hand in brothers blode to staine O wretched prince ne doest thou yet recorde The yet fresh murthers done within the lande Of thy forefathers when the cruell sworde Bereft Morgan his life with cosyns hand Thus fatall plagues pursue the giltie race Whose murderous hand imbrued with giltlesse blood Askes vengeaunce still before the heauens face With endlesse mischiefes on the cursed broode The wicked childe thus bringes to wofull sire The mournefull plaintes to wast his very life Thus do the cruell flames of ciuyll fier Destroy the parted reigne with hatefull strife And hence doth spring the well from which doth flow The dead black streames of mourning plaints woe ¶ The order and signification of the domme shew before the fourth act ¶ First the musick of Howb●ies begā to plaie during which there came from vnder the stage as though out of hell three furies Alecto Megera and ●tesiphone clad in black garmentes sprinkled with bloud and flames their bodies girt with snakes their heds spred with serpentes in ste●d of heare the one bearing in her hand a Snake the other a Whip and the third a burning Firebrand ech driuing before them a king and a queene which moued by furies vnnaturally had slaine their owne children The names of the kings and queenes were these Tantalus Medea Athamas Ino Cambises Althea after that the furies and these had passed about the s●age thrise they departed and than the musicke ceased hereby was signified the vnnaturall murders to follow that is to say Porrex slaine by his owne mother And of king Gorboduc and queene Uiden killed by their owne subiectes Actus quartus Scena prima Viden sola VId. Why should I lyue and liuger forth my time In longer life to double my distresse O me most wofull wight whom no mishappe Long ere this day could haue bereued hence Mought not these handes by fortune or by fate Haue perst this brest and life with iron rest Or in this palace here where I so long Haue spent my daies could not that happie houre Once once haue hapt in which these hugie frames With death by fall might haue oppressed me Or should not this most hard and cruell soile So oft where I haue prest my wretched steps Sometime had ruthe of myne accursed life To rende in twayne swallow me therin So had my bones possessed now in peace Their happie graue within the closed grounde And greadie wormes had gnawen this pyned har● Without my feeling payne so should not now This lyuing brest remayne the ruthefull tombe Wherein my hart yelden to death is graued Nor driery thoughts with panges of pining griefe My dolefull minde had not afflicted thus O my beloued sonne O my swete childe My deare Ferrex my ioye my lyues delyght Is my beloued sonne is my sweete childe My deare Ferrex my ioye my lyues delight Murdered with cruell death O hatefull wretch O heynous traitour both to heauen and earth Thou Porrex thou this damned dede hast wrought Thou Porrex thou shalt dearely bye the same Traitour to kinne and kinde to sire and me To thine owne fleshe and traitour to thy selfe The Gods on thee in hell shall wreke their wrath And here in earth this hand shall take reuenge On thee Porrex thou false and caitife wight If after bloud so eigre were thy thirst And murderous minde had so possessed thee If such hard hart of rocke and stonie flint Liued in thy brest that nothing els could like Thy cruell tyrantes thought but death and bloud Wilde sauage beasts mought not their slaughter seru● To fede thy gredie will and in the middest Of their entrailes to staine thy deadly handes With bloud deserued and drinke thereof thy fill Or if nought els but death and bloud of man Mought please thy lust could none in Brittaine land Whose hart betorne out of his panting brest With thine owne hand or worke what death thou wouldest Suffice to make a sacrifice to peaze That deadly minde and murderous thought in thee But he who in the selfe same wombe was wrapped Where thou in dismall hower receiuedst life Or if nedes nedes thy hand must slaughter make Moughtest thou not haue reached a mortall wound And with thy sword haue pearsed this cursed wombe That the accursed Porrex brought to light And geuen me a iust reward therefore So Ferrex yet sweete life mought haue enioyed And to his aged father comfort brought With some yong sonne in whom they both might liue But whereunto waste I this ruthfull speche To thee that hast thy brothers bloud thus shed Shall I still thinke that frō this wombe thou sprong That I thee bare or take thee