thee the heavens will look with a more chearful brow on Cerberus Orest Why let heaven look as 't will t is my crown that I have done an act shall make heave frown Tynd. O what earth loves so much a guilty soul that it can bear thee Orest Why Sir this is mine and this shall bear me Am I not right heire Tynd. Thou heir to kingdoms thou a subject rather to help to make a Players Tragedy Ore Why that will make me swell with greater pride to think my name shall drop in lines of blood from some great Poets quill who well shall paint how bravely I reveng'd my fathers death that is the thing I wish'd and 't is my glory I shall be matter for so brave a story But where 's my Crown 1. Lord. No murderer wee 'l rather joyn with him this old man here to take away thy life then such a homicide shall frame us laws who hath himself rac'd out the laws of Nature 2. Lord. Yes and wee 'l set here Argos crown on him who shall enact some pnnishment for thee which although none can equalize this deed yet what our griefs can think all shall be done and wee 'l forget thou' rt Agamemnons sonne Ore Why think you on your worst I scorn to crave I had three lives you but my one shall have Tyn. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that which while there is a world throughout the world will be pronounc'd for the most horrid deed that ever came into the thought of man a thing which all will talk of none allow I here disclaim that name of Grand-father and I must quite forget that in thy veynes my blood doth flow but think it then let out when thou letst out my daughters And since you kind Lords commit the state unto my years years too unfit heavens know to beare a state My mind methinks contends for to decree somewhat which to my self I dare not tell Just conceiv'd wrath and my affection strives hate forbids pity pity forbids hate and exile is but barren punishtnent Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes O never let thy sight offend me more all thy confederates and all thy friends You Pylades which did so smoothly cloake the dam'nd profession he did undertake You Strophius Strop My Lord I know not ought Yet since one foot is now in Charons boat if it please you set tother too aflote Tynd. Not so but I will banish you the Court and you Electra come I must forget affection too towards you you gave the child which you had charge of to the murtherers sword Elect. Why Grandsire I herein no wrong do find since all these go I would not stay behind Tynd. Nay but no one shall company the other hence thou Cocytus stream of this offence Strophius and Pylades Electra hence Exeunt Strophius Pylades Electra Orest Why farwel Grandsire since thou bidst I flie and scorn companions for my misery Exit Orestes Tynd. Unto this punishmeht this one more I add that none shall dare to give Orestes food and this decree shall stand I speak with grief and here pronounce Orestes no relief Hence with these corps poor child what hadst thou don thy Nurses prayers that there might spring a rose where e'r thou trod'st could not keep back thy foes Some plague he hath but such a matricide should never die although he ever dy'd Scena 2. Enter Electra and Strophius Elect. Thus never lesse alone then when alone where to our selves we sweetly tell our woes Thou Uncle chief companion to our griefs and soul partaker of our miseries why do we live when now 't is come to passe it is scarce known that Agamemnon was He dies far easier who at first doth drown then he which long doth swim and then sinks down Stroph. Nay Neece me thinks I now do see the haven where my ag'd soul must leave this tossed bark made weak with years and woes yet I commend unto my son the heart of a true friend that 's all the will I leave and let him know friendship should ever be but most in woe And so I leave thee Neece I first must die to hast a period to this Tragedie He dies Elect. O envious Fates could you not use me thus have I not grief enough to burst my heart Was my life's thread twisted and knit so strong that the keen edg of all these miseries can never cut it off must I bear more 'T is all my safety now not to be safe Are there so many wayes to rid ones life and can I hit on none They say that death is every where and yet I find him not Tush but I seek him not why my own hand might grasp him to me if I did but strive Now hand help ease my heart and make a way to let out grief that hath so long dwelt here Stabs her self Now knife thou 'st done good service there lie by heaven well decreed it nothing life can give but every thing can make us not to live Scena 3. Enter Cassandra Now Priams Ghost haste haste I say to look with chearful eyes on the sinister book and there to Hecuba my mother shew the tragick story of thy conquered foe And let Andromecha my sister see what Agamemnons race is come to be Now Troy may gratifie that most sad doom conquered by those that thus themselves or'ecome let Greece so flourish still let Argos be puft with the pride of their great victory Let it bear Souldiers so withal it bear Orestes too now mother never fear Argos makes me to laugh which made thee weep the Trojans in the grave now sweetly sleep their sorrow hath the end now these begin to overflow themselves with mutual sin And after all Orestes we may see hath lost his reason mans sole propertie Scena 4. Enter Orestes furens Orest By you shall not nay I am decreed do tear tear me yes I have deserv'd it Cass O brave O brave he 's mad as well as I I 'm glad my madnesse hath got company Orest Mother why mother will you kill my father Then I 'll kill you tush I have don 't already Much patience will grow fury in time follow you me you beast you damn'd Aegystheus I 'll hew thee piece by piece look off my mother Cass I am she or one loves thee well Ore Out you witch you witch Ca. Murderer murderer Orest Dost whisper with the devils to torment me O how they lash me with their snaky whips Why Megaera Megaera wilt not hold thy hand Are you there too Erynnis hey all hell my Grandsier Atreus he stands fighting there but hee 'll ha'th better on 't keep Cerberus keep keep the gates fast or all hell breaks loose Mother I see you O you are a whore Did I kill you witch dost thou laugh dost thou Cass Why this is fine my very looks do whip him Orest. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus I 'de dash thy brains out
't yet Th' Eumenides stand to whip me as I go Nay I will passe you I will out-slip them all Exit currens Pyl. See in his conscience lies hells punishment our own thoughts judges none are innocent Exit Scen. 6. Enter two Lords 1. Lor. We that have here been born to see this change may leave the Court and tell our children tales of the dier fall of Inachus great house the young Prince mad the Princess kill'd her self old Strophius dead for grief and murder heapt corps upon corps as if they ment t' invite all hell to supper on some jovial night 2. Lord. Nay but my Lord this is most pityful that the young Prince should thus from door to door beg for his food and yet none dare to give I saw him wandring yesterday alone flying from every Crow or pratling Pie crying out mother and as if there had tormenting furies followed him with fraud and truth I thought to tell old Tyndarus to move his ruthful years to pity him and will you joyn petitioner with me we 'll tell the case 't is good t' ease misery 1. Lord. My Lord I like your motion and will joyn for Agamemnons sake my honour'd Master Exit Scena 7. Enter Orestes Pylades with naked rapiers Orest My fury leaves me now I 'm at my last and now me thinks thou truly art a friend now with undaunted spirit prevent my grief and let thy rapier drink blood greedily as if it lov'd it ' cause it is thy friends now rid me of my woe thy friendly vow never did truly shew it self till now Pyl. Why then dear friend I thus erect this arm and will be strong to thee as thou to me we 'll look upon our deaths with better face then others do on life come Tyndarus see we scorn to live when all our friends are dead nor shall thy fury make base famine be the executioner to my dearest friend whilst I can kill him therefore spight of thee wee 'll free our selves past all calamity Orest Yes Pylades we will beguile our time and make him search through every nook o' th world if he in all his race can ever spie two that like us did live like us did die But we delay our death now bravely come and the last parting word shall be strike home They run at one another Pyl. O bravely strook dear friend yet once again Run again Orest Yes at one thrust two friends must not be slain O how I love these wounds heaven dropping showers when the outrageous dog makes clouds of dust upon the thirsty earth come not more sweet then the blest streams of blood thy rapier raines Hence weapon for my loyns now scorn all props but my friends arms O bear good legs a while the weight of murder sits upon my soul and bends my staggering joynts unto the earth Pyl. Haste haste I faint but O yet let my strength be Atlas to sustain the falling world Breathe breathe sweet vapors of two trusty hearts and let our breaths ascend to heaven before to make a room hard by the frozen pole where that our winged souls shall mount and sit more glorious then the Concubines of Jove wreath'd with a Crown of rich enamel'd stars leaving all ages to deplore our death that friendships abstract perisht with our breath Orest Fly thou best part of man where Hecate born on the swarthy shoulders of the Even sits in a grove of oakes till gray ey'd morn bids her to throw off nights black Canopie Pyl. Wil 't die before me Stay stay I come Orest O grasp me then our names like Gemini shall make new stars for to adorn the sky Is thy breath gone Pyl. O yes 't is almost past then both together thus wee 'l breath our last They fall down dead embracing each other Scena 8. Enter in hast Tyndarus Lords with others Tyn. Went they this way my Lords you move me much could I find him now I would seat him new in his right Kingdom which doth weigh down me 1. Lord. I see my Lord Orestes and his friend without your leave have made themselves an end Tynd. Then now is Argos Court like to some stage when the sad plot fills it with murdered Trunks and none are left alive but only one to ask the kind spectators plaudite all else have bid valete to the world the man reserv'd for that is Tyndarus who thus hath seen his childrens childrens end his Grandchild a bad son a most deare friend the Scene must now be overflow'd with grones each man sits downe to waile his private mones one for the Queen doth weep one for the King all taste the bitter waters of this Spring the Nurse bewails the child that part she beares all have their subiects to bedew with teares each one yet have but one but all of me challenge a part in griefes sad sympathy Orestes Clytemnestrae I must call these all for mine thus must I weep for all let none believe this deed or if they doe let them believe this punishment then too 'T is vile to hate a Father but such love as breeds a hate to 'th Mother worse doth prove Our life consists of ayre our state of wind all things we leave behind us which we find saving our faults witnesse Orestes here who was his own tormentor his own fear Who flying all yet could not fly himself but needs must shipwrack upon murders shelf and so his brest made hard with misery he grew himself to be his enemy Thus griefe and gladnesse still by turnes do come but pleasure least while doth possesse the roome Long nights of grief may last but lo one day of shining comfort slideth soon away He whom all fear on earth must fear a fate for all our powers are subordinate Three hours space thus well can represent vices contriv'd and murders punishment A Monarchs life can in this little space shew all the pomp that all the time doth grace His risings and his falls and in one span of time can shew the vanity of man For none of us can so command the powers that we may say to morrow shall be ours Now fortunes wheele is turn'd and time doth call to solemnize this friendly funerall No force so great no so disaster wrong as can unknit the band which holdeth strong united hearts who since they thus are dead one room one tomb shall hold them buried And as these friends joyn'd hands to beare their Fate so we desire you them to imitate Who since they all are dead we needs must crave your gentle hands to bring them to their grave FINIS These Books are printed for and sold by GA. BEDELL and THO. COLLINS 1656. viz. Books in folio THe Compleat Ambassador by Sir Dudly Diggs containing the Letters and Negotiations of Sir Francis Walsingham the Lord Burleigh and other Eminent Persons being a perfect Series of the most remarkable Passages of State both at home and abroad in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth
chast love cloaks not intended mischief black deceit cannot lie hid under so pure a white but it would cast a coloured shadow out through such a slender vail thy generous thoughts nourish no base detraction thy free love thy profest actions say t' were no just fate that good mens deeds should die by ill mens hate Cai. Pray heaven they do not Ach. Fear not I am guest to Bajazet expected at the feast Exeunt Actus 2. Scena 7. Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles Baja. The day 's far spent is not Achmetes come Chers Not yet great Emperor Baja. Vice-roy of Greece say now there were a man whom my mind honored and I should command to cloath his bodie in a suite of gold studded with gems worth all the Indian shore durst any tongue gainsay it Chers Surely no. Baja. What if I hated him and should command to wrap him in a sable coloured black and sentence him to death Chers Then he must die Baja. My thoughts are troubled Chers What should these questions mean abrupt demands one to confound the other My liege your guests are come Enter Achmetes Isaack Mahomates Achomates Selymus Mesithes Caigubus Baja. Blest be the hour in which I see Achmetes safe return'd Bring in our banquet souldiers boyes kneel round Enter a banquet all kneel A ring of braver lads nere blest the ground supply us here with Nectar give it me takes the cup. Achmetes noble warriour here 's to thee a health to thy blest fortunes it shall run a compleat circle ere the course be done Ach My duty bids me pledge it I return good health to Isaack and in this wee 'l drown'd all conceal'd enmities drinks Isa Iove split me with his thunder if my brest harbour one bad thought when this draught is past and so I greet thy son Health to Caigubus drinks Caig. Mahomates the turn lights next on you drinks Mah I le pledge it freely Viceroy her 's to you drinks Chers Achomates to you I must commen the welfare of Achmetes in this cup. drinks Ach. To you Mesithes thus I prove my love drinks Mes Young Prince I do commit this health to you drinks Sely. I am the last be prodigall in wine fill up my bowle with Nectar let it rise above the goblets side and may it like a swelling Ocean flow above the banks I will exhaust it greedily 't is my due drinkes Omnes Wee 'l drink with Bacchus and his roaring crew Baj. Already done so quickly run about one health to me faith sith you are set to 't here 's a carouse to all Omnes wee 'l pledg it round As they drink round Bajazet riseth and speaks aside Bajaz. 'T is the last draught to some or I shall fail in mine intendments Let a foe escape when he was trampled down beneath his feet There must be treason in it How my blood boils in my brest with anger not the wine could work such strong effect my soul is vext A chafing heat distempers all my blood Achmetes thou must cool it when thy limbs are emptied of that moisture they suck in and thy stain'd bloud unchannel'd from thy veins then shall I be secure a quiet rest shall rock my soul asleep 't is thy last hour must set a period to my restless fears What are you merry friends drink on your course then all arise and now to consummate our happy meeting And shut up our joyes discourse Achmetes of your finisht warrs After an age of woes it proves at last A sweet content to tell of dangers past Let 's know your whole events Achm. Great Emperor Scarce had the rosie day-star from the East display'd her silver colours through the heaven but all the watchful Souldiers ready arm'd dim'd her pale cheeks with their transparent steel and added lustre to the dull-sight morne so stood we in full pride till the bright Sun climing the glassie pavement of the skies rouz'd the slow spirits of the backward foe and urg'd them to the field at length stept forth Zemes in all the trappings of his state And like a well-taught Hector rang'd his troups into their several orders all prepar'd Tiran being fearful stept behind a cloud lest when he saw our limbs bath'd all in bloud and purple streams gush't from our wounded brests like water from their springs he in fear should be eclips'd or startle from his sphear The air was thick and dim our armies joyn'd the skirmishes grew hot and angry Mars inthron'd upon the battlements of heaven left either side to tug with their own strength till their oppressing multitude bore down the justice of our cause and our whole side not daring to withstand scorning to fly stood trembling on the utmost brink of hope then the propitious Gods singled me out Zemes the life and spirit of our foes We met and fought Such was my happy fate that at the first encounter Zemes fell and I disarm'd him when in proud contempt he spit defiance in the face of death open'd his brest and dar'd me to the stroak whereby I might have sent him hence to hell But I in admiration of his worth arm'd his right hand once more and bad him fight Chance did direct my sword upon his head he fell before me and cry'd Achmetes hold I 'me wounded to the death and Captain go tell Bajazet that thou hast slain his foe I left the dying Prince our warrs were done and ceas'd with him by whom they were begun Isaak The plot has took aside Bajaz. Treason by Mahomet I left the dying Prince Isaak Pursue the project Bajaz. Worthy Achmetes well we may give but not reward by gifts and thank but not requite thee I would hate that liberality which would abate the worth of the receiver thy true fame out-strips the length of titles and a name of weighty honour is a slender price to grace thy merits with as for a voice to crown thee after death thou art the choice of everliving glory on thy crest is her abode and when the latest rest of nature hath betrai'd thee to thy grave then shall she print in characters of gold how brave a man thou wast how great how bold though we be dumb yet shall the world uplift thy name and thou shalt live without our gift Yet thy blest fates have not created thee so clearly God-like but some other chance may cross thy greatness and thy high renown the envy of some God may shoulder down then thus wee 'l make thee happy future events ne're shall oppress thy worth nor envious chance blot thy ensuing fame Achmetes know death an immortal gift we thus bestow He casts a gown of black velvet upon him called the mantle of death Caigub. Treason treason O my Father treason Help Janizaries Excurrit Bajaz. Stop the furious youth Exeunt Bassaes Bring in an Heads-man Traytor Zemes dead He lives to see this hand untwine thy thread Enter seven or eight Janizaries with swords drawn What means this outrage Janiz. 1.
Heaven what ever coast affords thee present mansion quickly thence flit hither and present unto my sense thy selfe a feeling substance let me see acknowledge and admire thy majesty Put off that ayry thinnesse which denies me to behold thee with these duller eyes then shall they sending down a powerfull flood rence thy cold members from each drop of blood and so return thee back that thou mai'st soare up to the skies much purer then before Had the just course of nature wrought thee hence I would have made the gods know their offence and back restore thy soul but thou art dead and 't was a fiercer hand that clipt thy thread fiercer and boulder which did ever thrive by mischiefe and once coffind thee alive up in deaths mantle but then would not use such open violence nor durst abuse one of such sacred worth till furie struck his reason dead and made his treacherous hand creepingly stab thee both unseen and foul as if he would have stoln away thy soul But oh Enter Isaack Jsaack But oh indeed Caigub Why what Jsaack As bad a stroke attends thee as thy Father had Princes suspicion is a flame of fire exhal'd first from our manners and by desire of rule is nourish'd fed and rores about till the whole matter dye and then goes out Cai. Unfold a scene of murders Fates work on wee 'l make a path to Heaven and being gon Down from the lofty towers of the skies throw thunder at the Tyrant will he presse the earth with weight of slaught'red carcasses Let him grow up in mischief still shall her wombe gaping reserve for him an empty tombe We do but tread his path and Bassa since it stands upon thee now to cure thy prince of his distemper'd lunacy go fetch the instrument of death whilst I a wretch expect thy sad return Isaack I go and could it stand with mine alleageance sure I should imply my service to a better end then to disrobe the Court of such a friend Exit Cai. He that is judg'd down from a steepy hill to drop unto his death and trembling still expects one thence to push him such a slave doth not deserve to live nor 's worth a grave Then Lachesis thou that divid'st the threed of breath since this dayes Sun must see me dead thus I le prevent thy paine thus I le out-run my fate and in this stroke thy work is done Stabs himselfe Eternall mover thou that whirlst about the skies in circular motion heare me out what I command see that without controule thou make Heaven clear to entertain my soule and let the nimble spirits of the ayre Print me a passage hence up to thy chaire there will I sit and from the Azure sky laugh at obsequious base mortality Vanish my soule enjoy embrace thy fate thus thus thou mount'st above a Tyrates hate Stabs himself dyes Enter Isaack with Executioners Isa We are prevented see the fates command false deeds must dye though by the Actors hand Return to Bajazet and bear that corps Exeunt So now I am alone nor need I fear to breath my thoughts out to the silent ayre my conscience will not hear me that being deaf I may joy freely First thy hated breath Achmetes vanisht next Caigubus fell thus we clime Throans whilst they drop down to hell The glorious eye of the all-seeing sun shall not behold when all our plots are done a greater Prince then Selymus 't is he must share with Jove an equal Majesty But for my self his Engineer I 'le stand above mortality and with a hand of power dash all beneath me into dust if they but crosse the currant of my lust What I but speak 't is Oracle and Law thus I will rule and keep the world in awe Sely. Noble assistant Enter Selymus Mesithes Mustapha Asmehemedes Isa Happy Selymus Sely. 'T is thou must make me so for should I stay waiting my Fathers pleasure I might stand gazing with envy at my Brothers pride my self lying prostrate even beneath their feet Towns Cities Countries and what else soever can give high thoughts content are freely theirs â— only like a spend-thrift of my yeares Idle my time away as if some god had raz'd my name out of the role of Kings which if he have then Isaack be thy hand â—s great as his to print it in again though Bajazâ—t say nay Isaack No more I will an Empire be our hopes that to obtaine wee 'l watch plot fight sweat and be cold again Exeunt Actus 3. Scena 4. Enter Zemes and Alexander Bispop of Rome Bish Cannot my words add solace to your thoughts oh you are gulft too deep in a desire of soveraigne pompe and your high thoughts aspire All the unshadowed plainenesse of my life doth but contract thick wrinckles of mislike in your Majestick brow and you distast morall receipts which I have ministred To cool Ambitions Feaver Zemes. Pardon Sir your holinesse mistakes my malady another sicknesse grates my tender brest and I am ill at heart alas I stand an abject now as well in Natures eye as erst I did in Fortunes is my health fled with mine honour and the common rest of man grown stranger to me in my grief some unknown cause hath bred through all my blood a colder operation then the juice of Hemlock can produce O wretched man look down propitious Godheads on my woes Phoebus infuse into me the sweet breath of cheerefull health or else infectious death If there an Angel be whom I have crost in my tormented boldnesse and these griefes are expiatory punishments of sin now now repentance strike quite through my heart enough of paines enough of bitter smart have ty'd me to 't I have already bin bolted from joy content can enter in not at the open passage of my heart I neither hear nor see nor feel nor touch with pleasure my vexation is so much my grave can only quit me of annoy that prevents mischief which can bring no joy Exit Bish Now I could curse what mine own hand hath don and wish that he would vomit out the draught of direful poyson which infects his blood Ambitious fire why 't is as clean extinct as if his heart were set beneath his feet grief hath boil'd out the humours of vain pride and he was meer contrition Enter a messenger What 's the news Messen Zemes as now he left you pale and wan dragging his weake leggs after him did fall dead on the stony pavement of the Hall not by unhappy chance but as he walkt folding his arms up in a pensive knot and railing at his Fate as if he stag'd the wounded Priam or some falling King so he oft lifting up his closing eye sunk faintly down groan'd out I dye I dye Bish It grieves my soul let Bajazet know this could our own shortned life but lengthen his by often sighs I would transfuse my breath into his brest and call him back from death Exit Actus 3. Scena 5. Enter
thy god Apollo teach thee to divine my fall What hath thy cursed Genius tract my steps through the Meanders of dark privacie and will he dwell with me in these close shades to vex my banisht soul banisht from joy remov'd from the worlds eye I am accurs'd and hated by the Synod of the gods a knot of envious deceits the day will be when they shall smart for this indignity Enter solemn Musick the Ghost of Mahomates Zemes Trizham Mahomet Achmetes Caigubus Asmehemides with each a sword and burning Tapers led in by Nemesis with a sword they encompasse Bajazet in his bed Nem. Triumph my Plantiffes Nemesis your Queen is pierc'd quite through with your continual groanes See see the prostrate body of a King clad in the weedes of pining discontent lieth open to your wrath and doleful hate But I conjure you not to touch his skin nor hurt his sacred person those three Fates those frightful sisters told me they decree for Bajazet another destinie But vex his soul with your deluding blows and let him dream of direful anguishments each in the proper order of his Fate vent the comprest confusion of his hate One after another strike at Bajazet with their swords Nemesis puts by their blows Exeunt in a solem dance Neme. Awake awake thou tortured Emperor look with the eye of fury on the heavens threaten a downfall to this mortal stage and let it crack with thee thy life is run to the last Scene thy Tragick part is done Exit Bajazet awakes in fury ariseth You meager divels and infernal haggs where are you Ha! what vanisht am I found Did I not feele them teare and rack my flesh and scramble it amongst them Heaven and earth I am deluded what thin ayrie shapes durst fright my soul I 'le hunt about the world search the remotest angles of the earth till I 've found out the clymate holds these fiends or build a bridg by Geometrick skill whom lineal extension shall reach forth to the declining borders of the skie on which I 'le lead mortality along and break a passage through the brazen walls from whence Jove triumphs o're this lower world then having got beyond the utmost sphere besiege the concave of this universe and hunger-starve the gods till they confess what furies did my sleeping soul oppresse Ha! did it lighten or what nimble flame ha's crept into my blood me thinks it steals through my distemper'd joynts as if it fear'd to urge me to impatience Hamon accursed Hamon stand my soul above the power of these invenom'd drugs Am I in hell alive the Stygian flames could not produce an heat so violent as burns within my body Oh I feel my heart drop into cinders I am dust Jove for thine own sake Jove confine my soul within these walls of earth for in the skie when I am there none shall be Jove but I. Still still I boyle and the continued flames are aggravated He is done subdu'd by the base Art of a damn'd Emperick whose empty name sent terrour through the world Is not the heaven bespangl'd all with starrs and blazing Meteors whose bright glimmering flames like ceremonial Tapers should adorne my solemne Hearse what doth the golden Sun ride with it's wonted motion are the waves bridled within their narrow Continent No deluge not an earthquake shall a Prince an Emperor a Bajazet decease and make no breach in nature fright the world with no prodigious birth Are you asleep you thundring Beggards that so awe the world I 'le hasten to revenge this strong neglect of my deceasing spirits mount my soul brush off this cloddy heavy element So Jove I come excorporate divine immortal as thy self I must contest with thee proud god with thee to arme my mind only my soul ascends earth stayes behind Moritur Enter the Ghosts as before and bear him out Actus 5. Scena 10. Enter Solymon as newly Crowned Souldiers Attendants warlike Musick Soly. Is Selymus deceased Sould. He is my Lord. Soly. Who Selymus what Fate durst be so bold Oh I could act an holy frenzy now Selymus deceas'd What did not Atlus tremble at such a burden Can he support the Orb that holds up Selymus is not yet the Pole crackt with his weight do not the heavens prepare his funeral Exequies Jove I invoke thee now command the heavens that the prone Chandler shops command that idle Phoebus that he exhale matter from earth to make thy Funeral Tapers Or I 'le make Torches of the universe in stead of Comets flaming Countries Cities shall be thy ceremonial Tapers Or if not this I 'le ransack Christendome Kings Daughters I 'le embowel for a Sacrifice their fat with vestal fire will I refine and offer virgins wax unto thy shrine Start back bright Phoebus let thy fiery Steeds keep Holyday for Selymus Tell thy host proud Neptune now expects another deluge that all the earth may weep for Selymus What do you smile you heavens are ye conscious and guilty of this execrable treason What dare the fields to laugh to when I do mourn I 'le dye your motly colour'd weedes in scarlet and cloath the world in black destruction Nemesis I 'le nayl thee to my greedy sword destruction shall serve under me a Prentiship Courage brave Selymus with thy Princely boat through Styx even all mortality shall float I 'le leavy Souldiers through the Universe with which thou shalt begirt Elizeum Thus barren Nature shall repent thy fall grieving that she did not the event fore-stall Death I will hate thee the world shall wear thy sable livery embroydred with fear Thy Trophies every where the world shall gaze on Thy Armes in sable and in gules I 'l blazon Soul My Lord this Crown intreats you leave off these ground-creeping meditations and to think of Majesty wherefore we invest your brow with this rich robe of glory and do vow to it our due alleageance thus you shall mount up aloft above your Fathers fall Soly. Thus our deare Father those bright robes of state for which so lately thou hast sweat in blood thou wear'st upon my shoulders in thy stead thus are we crown'd and thus our labours be made gainful unto thine though not to thee Sould. Live then and raign most mighty Emperor whilst that our care and watchful providence shall fence thy safety and keep Sentinel over thy sacred person were black treasons hatcht in the Center of the darkest earth the massie element should be prospective for all our piercing eyes should Pluto send his black Apparator to summon thee to appear before him by that Mahomet we would confront him boldly and excuse thy absence unto Pluto by our presence death we 'le disarm thee if thou dar'st arrest thy fury on our Solymon or we 'le bale his person with our imprisonment By our death thou shalt live our City walls may with warlike ruine be battered but our alleageance that European Bull shall ne'r push from us with his golden hornes nor shall his
guilded showers quench our loves no golden Engineer shall undermine the Castles of our faith nor blow them up with blasts of hop'd preferment were thy walls but paper were they made of brittle glasse our faiths should make them marble and as firm as Adamant Not walls but subjects love do to a Prince the strongest Castle prove Behold great Prince alleageance mixt with love lock'd in our brests thou art the living key to shut and to unlock them at thy pleasure no golden pick-lock shall e're scrue it self into these faithful locks whose only springs can be no other then our own heart strings Our greedy swords which erst imbru'd in blood did seem to blush at their own Masters acts and us upbraid with our most bloody facts though peace hath now condemn'd to pleasing rust yet at thy beck we 'le sheath them in the brest of daring Christians thus in war we 'le fight for thee whil'st thou dost strive for victory Here to describe such Princely vertues which should more adorn thy Crown then Orient pearles were but to shew a glasse and to commend thy self unto thy self Be gracious magnificent couragious or mild or more compendiously be more thy self raigne then and Mahomet grant that thou may'st passe Nestor in years as much as now thou dost in wisdom and in valour Herauld proclaim to the world his title and let swift-winged Fame second thy trumpet Her Long live Solymon c. Solym. VVe thank you friendly Actors of our blisse our patience hath at length tired out the gods our Empire hath been rackt enough with treasons and black seditions as if no Christians were left to conquer we weeld our Turkish blades against our selves embowelling the State with bloody discord by our strength we fall a scorn to Christians with our hands we shed that blood which might have conquered Christendome thus while we hate our selves we love our enemies and heal them with our sores whil'st we lye weltring in bloody peace the dy of the publick safety hath been already cast by th' hand of war treasons have made a blot which may provoke the enemy to enter and bear our men to dark Avernus Envy might have blusht though alwayes pale at all our projects now this bloody deluge is quite past return sweet peace with th' Olive branch enough of wars 't is thou must poure oyl into our scarrs Fly hence Hereditary hate discords dead let not succeeding enmities and hatred live let none presume to cover private sores with publick ruines nor let black discord make an Anatomy of our too leane Empire let it wax fat again when peace hath knit herknots then shal the wanton sounds of bells give place to thundering Bombardes and blood wash out the smoothing oil of peace every Souldier I 'le ordaine a Priest to ring a fatal knell to Christians and every minute unto earths wide womb shall sacrifice a Christians Hecatomb Then shall we make a league with Aeolus the winds shall strive to further our proceedings then will we load the seas and fetter Neptune with chaines that hold our Anchors he shall quake lest he to Pan resigne his watry Empire and three fork'd-mace unto my awful Scepter The Whales and Dolphins shall amazed stand that they shall yeild their place to Bears and Lions Sylla shall howl for fear when she shall see the Sea become a Forrest and her self mountainy then let Syrens quake for fear of Satyres then let the Christians think not that our Navy but the Country it self is come to move them from the growing earth Comets fiery swords shall be my Heraulds threatning to th' world sudden combustion Let our armes be steely bowes our arrowes thunderbolts and in stead of warlike Drumms thunder shall proclaim black destruction Vulcan I 'le tax thee exercise thy Forge prepare to me for all the world a scourge the Fates to me their powers shall resigne which with this hand will rend the strongest twine of humane breath First for the Isle of Rhodes destruction there shall keep his mournful Stage Th' inhabitants shall act a bloody Tragedy and personate themselves Then for Nayos I le death there shall keep her Court then I will make Vienna all a Shambles yea gaping Famine ever devouring alwayes wanting food shall gnaw their bowels and shall leave them nothing besides themselves to feed on their dead corps shall be entombed in their neighbours bellies There every one shall be a living Sepulcher an unhallowed Church-yard famine shall feed it self Then shall they envy beasts and wish to be our Jades our Mules Matrons shall strive to bring into the hateful light abortive Brats the Infants shall return and the lean womb shall be unto the babes a suddain tomb Then shall they hoard up carcasses and strive only to be rich in Funerals I 'de rejoyce to see them stand like Screech-Owles gaping when their Parents should expire and bequeath to hell their wretched souls to them their death All. Long live great Solymon our noble Emperour Soly. All this and more then this I 'le doe when peace hath glutted our new greedy appetites when it hath fill'd the veines of the Empire full with vigour then lest too much blood should cause Armies of vices not of men to kill us and strength breed weaknesse in our too great Empire then then and only then we shall think good with war to let the body politick blood Meane time we 'le think on our Fathers Funeral Oh I could be an holy Epicure in teares and pleasing sighs Oh I could now refresh my self with sorrow I could embalm thy corps with holy groanes from putrefaction Oh I could powder up thy thirsty corps with brinish teares and wipe them off with kisses and that I might more freely speak my grief these eyes should be still silent Orators till blindnesse shuts them up were I a woman But I am Solymon Emperor the Turk blood shall be my teares I 'le think thee slain amongst the Christians and translate my grief to fury every member of my body shall execute the office of a weeping sonne Thus in my teares an Argus will I bee my head heart hands and all shall weepe for thee Oh that the cruell Fates were halfe so milde as to drive streames of teares from forth the springs great sorrowes have no leasure to complaine Least ills vent forth great griefes within remaine See Selymus sometimes a four-string'd instrument feeding his Souldiers with sweet Harmony doth now tune nought to us but Lacrymae Could n' Aeschulapiùs be found to tune his disagreeing elements treasons crackt the string which else an head-ach would untune Every disease is a ragged fort to weare these strings asunder treason did lend death which both age and sicknesse did intend What then remaines but that his Funeral rites with our Grand fathers Uncles be solemnized that so black discord may be with them buried But noble Selymus what Tombe shall I prepare for thy memoriall shall a heavy stone presse thy innocent ashes
Emperors nor all the Gemmes that so inwreath the browes can so allure Fortune unto their gaze as she should still be constant O she 's blind nor doth she know her selfe where she is kind Those those are Kings and Queenes whose brest 's secure like brazen walles Lust's entrance not endure Where impotent ambition not intrudes nor the unstable talke of multitudes Fortune serves such they happiness command more than all Lybia's gold all Tagus sand as heaven hath given us no more conspicuous things than forme or beaury so like a forward spring Nothing more short Menthe. Madam divine not of a change Beliefe is too too prone in entertaining griefe Eum. Our Lord attends to enter in and surely sleepe envyeth his delight for he sits heavy on my drowsie lids draw all our Curtaines sleepe be guiles our eares Men. Madam good night time helpes suspicious fears Exit Menthe. This Song is to be sung in the Musick roome to soft Musicke now when she lookes she 's dreaming sent to Elisium Drop golden showers gentle sleepe And all the Angels of the Night Which doe us in protection keepe Make this Queene dreame of delight Morpheus be kind a little and be Deaths now true Image for 't will prove To this poore Queene that then thou art hee Her grave is made i' th Bed of love Thus with sweet sweets can Heaven mix gall And marriage turne to Funerall Scaena 3. Actus 2. Enter Amurath in his Night robes a Taper in his hand seemes much disturbed speakes Amur. Turke Amurath slave nay something baser King For all airy titles which the Gods have blasted man withall to make them swell with puft up honour and ambitious wind this name of King holds greatest antipathy with manly government for if we waigh 'T is subjects and not Kings beare all the sway Each whispered murmur from their idle breath condemnes a King to infamy to death Were there a Metempseucosis of soules and nature should a free Election grant what things they afterwards would reinforme the vaine and haughtiest minds the Sun ere saw Would chuse it's Cottage in some Shepherds flesh nay be confin'd within some Dog or Cat than Antique-like pranck in a Kings gay-clothes Were I no King and had no Majesty I had more then all Kings blest liberty And without rumor might enjoy my choyce not fearing Censure of each popular voyce Poore men may love and none their wils correct but all turne Satyres of a Kings affect O my base greatnesse What disasterous starre profest it selfe a Midwife at my birth to shape me into such prodigious States But hence regard of tongues Were we a Saint some envious tongue would dare our names to taint and he from slander is at securest rest not that hath none but that regards it least Open you envious Curtaines here 's a sight Drawes the Curtain that might commend the act of Love so Chast Were now the chariot-guider of the Sunne weary o's taske and would intreat a day of Heaven to rest in here 's a radiant Looke that might be fixt i th' midst o th' Axletree and in despight of darke conspiring Clouds she would out-shine Sunne Moone and all the Stars O I could court thee now my sweet a fresh mixing a kisse with every period Telling the Lillies how they are but wanne earth in the vernant spring is dull and darke compar'd with this aspect the Aeasterne ayre fann'd with the wings of Mercury and Jove infectious but compar'd with this perfume Hence then th' ambition of that furious * youth Alexis who knew not what a crime his rashnesse was I might orecome more Kingdomes have more dominion enthrone my selfe an Emperor o th' world I might I might Amurath thou mightst The Christians now will scoffe at Mahomet Perchance they sent this wretch thus to inchant me O my perplexed thoughts Tush I le to bed should the commanding Thunder of the Gods prohibite me or strike me in the act Talke on vaine rumor fame I dare thy worst Call me a Lusty Lazy wanton coward should I win all the world my breath once fled my bad would still survive all good be dead Eumorphe sweet I come you sacred powers who have bestowed some happenssse on man to helpe to passe away this sinful life Grant me a youthfull vigor yet a while full veines free strength compleat and manly sense to know and take a beauty most immense Scena 4. Actus 2. Amurath makes haste to the Bed on a suddaine enter Schahin disguised like the Ghost of Orchanes father to Amurath Scabin Amurath Amurath Amurath Divel Divel what Dar'st thou appeare before an Angell Fiend Scah. O Amurath why doth intemperate Lust raging within thy furious youthfull veines burst through thy fathers Tombe Disturbe his soule Know all the torments that the fabulous age dream't did afflict deceased impious Ghosts heartbiting-hunger and soule-searching thirst the ne're consumed yet ever eaten prey that the devouring Vulture feeds upon are not such tortures as our off-springs crimes They they sit heavy on us and no date Makes our compassionate affection cease O thou hereditary Ulcer hearke by the name of Father and by all those cares which brought me to my grave to make thee great Thou that hast nothing of me but my crowne My enterprize surpast the boundlesse Sea cutting the churlish Waves of Hellespont when the flood stood which wind for to obey Euxinum groan'd beneath my burdenous ships I was the first of all the Turkish Kings that Europe knew and the fond Christians plague What coward blood ran flowing in my veines when thou wert first begot who marrest all thy Fathers acts by thy untam'd desires Wherefore with Stygian curses I will lade thee First may she prove a Strumpet to thy Bed be her lips poyson and let her loose embraces be venemous as Scorpions If she conceive a Generation from thee let it be as ominous as thou hast beene to me Rebellious to thy Praecepts printing cares upon thy aged browes O may they prove as Faries for to lash thee in thy rest But Amurath if thou canst quench this flame if thou wilt cut this Gordian thred and rend hence that putrid Wenne which cleaves unto they flesh be all thine actions prosperous Mahomet shall be auspitious unto each designe Fortune to shew thee favour shall be proud Farewel If what men doe speake last before they die take root then dead mens should take more Exit Schahin Amur. What art thou vanisht Know thou carefull spright thou shalt no sooner pierce the wandring clouds with unperceived flight than my resolve shall expiate my former Vanity Looke on thy sonne thou airy intellect and see him sacrifice to thy command Now Titan turne thy breathing coursers backe start hence bright day a sable Cloud invade this universall Globe breake every prop and every hindge that doth sustaine the Heavens For straight must die a woman I have nam'd a crime that may accuse all Nature guilty The Sexe wisely considered deserves a
make him know those will not flie in war which may in policie intreat a peace Hast thy course time and soon reduce the year Lucan Infestique obvia Signis Signa pares aquilas pila minantia pilis Ensignes may Ensignes meet Carmania's King great Aladin scorns to avoyd a Turk Princes and Neighbours muster up your strength that we may meet him on his full Cariere and let it be Carmanian's pride to say to o'recome him we ask no second day Scena 2. Actus 4. Enter Amurath at one door with Nobles Bajazet Enter at th' other Hatum richly attended they meet salute in dumb shews Amurath joynes the hands of the Prince and Princesse whilst this is solemnizing is sung to soft Musick this Song following SONG Thine O Hymen thine is she Whose Beauties verse Calliope Sing to Marriage ties an Io Io to Hymen Chorus To thee Apollo is my sute Lend me a while thy silver Lute O what a woe it is to bring A Bride to Bed and never sing Io to Hymen Ambo When she 's old still seemes she yong When she 's weake to her be strong Be Cyprus both and Paphos here Love sing with merry cheere Io to Hymen Amur. You Gods of Marriage sacred Protectoress of lawful propagations and blest Love be most propitious to these grafted stemmes drop dewing showers of generation on them Think Son this day so prodigal of blessing as that had Juno taskt thee like Alcides to grapple with Stymphallides or cleanse Augean stables or like the Trojan Boy sit like a Shepheard on Dardanias hills such a reward as this fair Queen repayes O thou hop'd future off-spring spare thy Parent Hurt not this tender womb these Ivory worlds in which a pritty people yet shall live when you are born O be within your limbs the Gransire Amurath and fathers strength line their faces Nature with their mothers dye And let the destinies make the ensuing night in their Eternal Books with notes most white All. Grant it great Mahomet Hat Most awful father and my honored Prince although it be enacted by the heavens that in these bonds of marriage such curse attends on Princes above private men that no affection nor home-nourisht Love but state and policy must elect their wives which must be fetcht from Countries far remot yet the protecting Powers have such a care both of their off-springs and their Kingdoms state That to what they ordain they work in us a suddain willingnesse to make 's obey for in this brest I do already feel that there 's a kindling a Diviner heat which disobedience never shall extinguish And if there be any felicity from these united Loves to be derived from the weak sex unto the husbands soul then may my Lord make his affection sure to be repaid with an untainted Love With soft and yeilding courtesie in all he shall command my willing arms shall still be ope t' enfold within a wives embrace if any comfort else there be in store which modesty keeps silent to it self cause only husbands and the night must know 't my Loyalty shall ever all perform and though my Lord should frown I le be the same green wood will burn with a continued flame Baja. Princesse our ardour is already fired yet with no violent temerity such as might feare it's short and soon decaying thy vertue seems so to exceed thy Sex and wisdome so far to out-pace thy yeares that surely Princess soon maturity argues in them hidden Divinity Expected Hymen here hath bound our hands and hearts with everlasting ligaments Fortunate both we are and have one blisse the want of which for ever doth infect with anxious cares the sweets of marriage beds our parents benediction and consent they are the truest Hymens and should be to children the best marriage Deity Thus then attended with such sacred charmes our last day of content shall never come till we must part by th' unresisted doome with a pleas'd error we will age beguile all stars on us an equal yoke must smile Amu. Now Lords who 'le dance a Turkish measure Ladies our nerves are shrunk and you now fix the sign of age on me you who have blood still flowing in your veines be nimble as an Hart Caper t' the Sphaeres O you are light that want the weight of years Musick Here Amurath ascends his Throne the rest set down to dance Bajazet with Hatum c. the end of the dance all kneel Amur. begins an health a flourish with Cornets Amu. And health to our Bride and her father O Nobles would this wine were Christians blood but that it would Phrenetique humours breed and so infect our braines with Superstition Enter Eurenoses with six Christian Maidens richly attyred their Haire hanging loose in their hands Cups of Gold with Jewels c. Eure. Auspicious fortunes to great Amurath to ope more springs to this full-tide of joy know potent Emperor I from Europe bring six daughters of six several Kings whose Cities we have equall'd to the ground and of their Palaces did torches make to light their souls through the black cave of death Am. Describe good Captain how the dogs were wearied Eure. So weary were they to indure our swords that by impetuous mutiny themselves turn'd on each other slew their Masters Childrens own hands tore out their fathers throats and each one strove who should be slaughtered first Here did a brother pash out a brothers braines some in stinking Quagmires and deep Lakes which they had made t' avoide their excrements ran quick and in the lake lay buryed Am. Good Executioner of our most just wrath Eur. Nor did it leave till death it self was wearie murder grew faint and each succeeding day shew'd us the slaughter of the day before ' Mongst carcasses and funerals we stood denying those that liv'd such Ceremonies as in their Temples to the Indian gods with prayers and vowes they daily offred Nor destiny nor cruelty ere left till they had nothing for to work upon for of so many souls that breath'd of late these six are all remain which as a Pledge of my best service to your Majesty I here am bold to yeild an offer Amu. Nor shall this present be unrecompenced for thy true service on thee I le bestow all the rich gifts which all these Asian Lords brought to adorn these happy Nuptials on you faire Bride great Princesse and our Daughter do we bestow these Virgins daughters to Kings for your attendance Hat We are two much bound unto our Princely Father Amu. No Daughter no we hope thou art the spring from whence shall flow to all the world a King Captaines and Lords to morrow we must meet to think of our rebellious son in Law Be this time all for comfort and delight short wedding dayes make it seem long to night Exeunt omnes Scena 3. Actus 4. Enter Lazartis and Cobelitz bringing the dead body of Sasmenos Laz. Here set we down our miserable load O Cobelitz with whom
top there should one spreading branch grow up and flourish Aegyst Now thou art thy self yes yes my love there shall one spring from us shall be a lofty Pine let this be cropt murder must murder guard guilt add to guilt after one drop whole streams of blood be spilt walks away Scen. 3. Enter Pylades Orestes Electra Strophius Pyl. Dear friend what mean you to o'rwhelm your self in such a sea of grief Orest Father deare Agamemnon Pyl. Nay cease this tempest thou hast lost a father why 't is but change my father shall be thine I 'll be thy brother nay I 'll be thy selfe weep when thou weep'st and where thou go'st I 'll goe and bring thee on thy pilgrimage of woe Elect. Brother look up have not I lost a father yes yes and would a river of fresh teares turne Lethes stream and bring him from the wharf with a North gale of windy blowing sighs I would expire my soul become all teares Stro. Come you have lost a father I a brother the Queen a Husband all the Land a King yet all this but a man therefore must dye Our woes may all be in one balance poys'd His book of life the Fates had over-read and turn'd the leafe where his last period stood Now an immortal wreath circles his brow and makes him King in heaven who was before at most a God on earth Hence difference springs Kings are earths Gods and Gods are heavenly Kings Orest Let us joyne words then now and Swan-like sing the doleful dirge to a departed King Thou friend didst of this misery divine therefore the burthen of the song is mine words Orators for woe which plead the cause when griefe 's the judge and sighs are all the laws each one a sob for Diapason beares our tunes shall drown the musick of the spheares O what Hirudo with unsatiate thirst could draw the blood from out those Princely veines from whence flow'd comfort to so many souls Spies his mother goes to her Mother when wept you last here take a scarf dry your eyes now by you need none what shine of comfort hath dry'd up your teares Clyt. Our son 's too sawcie with his mother Queen Why Sir shall you tell us a time to weep Orest Us good Who is' t makes the plurality 'T was wont to be my father does he live Clyt. Sir curb this lavish speech or I 'll forget you are my son and make you but a subject Aegyst Good Cousin add not disobedience unto your mothers griefs Orest My mother no she is not here no she hath hid her self in some odd nooke or angle unperceiv'd she might not see this impious stygian world Cly. Aegystus canst thou still suffer thy dull sword i' th sheath Take the rank head from this o'r-growing weed Stro. Remember Clytemnestra he 's your son Clyt. He is so and I 'll learn him to be so Had I a brazen bull it should be heat hotter then for the Tyrant Disobedient More harsh then Adders hisses is thy voyce Sir you shall dye but with a living death he still shall live but live to know he dies who strait threats death knows not to Tyranize Exeunt Aegystheus Clytemnestra Stro. What temper 's grown on the distracted Queen Hath grief conceiv'd for her late husbands death brought her so far she hath forgot her self Orest No Uncle no by I do suspect O my prophetick soul divines much ill Well I will flie But hear this stratagem it shall be rumor'd i' th eare of the Court I was found dead I 'll put a new shape on and live alone to heare how things go here Pyl. Nay not alone Orestes whilst I live shouldst make thy bed upon the rigid Alps or frozen Caucasus wrapt in sheets of snow I 'd freeze unto thy side we will tell tales of Trojan warriers and deposed Kings Tell of strange shipwrack of old Priams fall how mad Andromacha did teare her hayre when the wild horses tore brave Hectors limbs Wee 'l think they all do come and weep with us grief loves companions and it helpeth woe when it heares every one groane forth his Oh! it easeth much and our plaints fall more sweet when a whole consort in one tune do meet The half-dead ship-man which hath shipwrack borne seeing many drown'd it makes him lesse to mourn It made Deucalion care the lesse to die when he had all the world in company Thus we will sit and our teares turnes shall keep thou for thy father I for thee will weep If actors on the Stage having no cause but for to win an hearers hands applause can let fall teares wee 'l think we Actors be and only do but play griefs Tragedie Orest O but deare friend should we but act a part the play being ended passion left the heart and we should share of joy but my whole age must never move from off this woful Stage But we must take our leave Uncle farwel remember what I spake and Sister you must tarry here my thoughts shall busied be to finde the man that let my father blood Can I but finde Aegystheus did consent to spill one drop O I would pierce his heart with venom'd daggers and so butcher him that all Apollos skill in physicke hearbs nor Aesculapius th' Epidaurian God should keepe his soule out of Enio's hand Come my deare friend to all the rest farewell If heaven relate it not I 'll know 't from hell Exeunt Pylades Orestes Scena 4. Enter Aegysteus Clytemnestra Mysander Strophius Electra another way Aegyst What is Orestes fled sure there 's some plot if you deare Queen but search Electra well you 'll finde she knowes whither her brothers gone Clyt. If in her heart there be but lodg'd a thought unknown to mee this hand shall rip her brest and search her inparts but I 'll finde it out Mysander call Electra Aegist O were that moat tane from our comforts beams no cloud e'r then could overshade our joyes his life must be cut off without delay mischiefe by mischiefe findes the safest way But here 's Electra Cly. Why how now Minion what a blubbering still Huswife pray where 's your brother wher 's my sonne Elect. Mother pray where 's my father wher 's your husband Enter Stropheus and speaks Haile to my my gracious Queene here 's one at doore brings you a message hee will not relate to any but your selfe he saies t is sad Clyt. Why the more dismal the more welcome ' t is But as for you Elect. Good mother do your worst no plague can ever make me more accurst nothing is worse then death that I 'll not flie Clyt. Yes life is worse to those that faine would die But where 's the messenger Scena 5. Enter Nuncius What whirlwinde rising from the womb of earth doth raise huge Pelion unto Ossa's top that both being heapt I stand upon them both and with an hundred Stentor-drowning voice relate unto the world the saddest tale that ever burdned
you all should sterve had I but known 't What must my father make a feast for you O ye devouring creatures Pyl. Now some Archilocus to help him make vengeful Iambicks that would make these worms to burst themselves Passion must please it self by words grief told it self doth ease Ore You cowardly bones would you be thus uncloth'd by little crawling worms by I never thought my fathers bones could e'r have been such cowards O you ungrateful worms how have you us'd him See their ingratitude O ambitious creatures how they still domineere o're a Kings carcasse Py. How could they think when thou cam'st to'the crown that thou shouldst bear that these should eat thy father Orest True Pylades should I not rend their maws devise new tortures O most horrible treason that worms should come unto a great Kings face and eate his eyes why I would undertake but at one stamp to kill a thousand of 'em and I will kill these Stamps upon them Goe you King-eating creatures I will mar all your digestion Pyl. Alas where be his wits He stands declaming against senselesse worms and turns more senselesse then the worms themselves where 's now the oracle you should consult The great Magician now the Centaurs thought shall be example to all future years and now transcend Proserpina's invention Ha hast thou found them out ha were they worms Orest O prethee laugh not at me call her call her Pylades knock whilst I stand gathering up my fathers bones his deare dissected bones O I remember here ran the strong sinews 'twixt his knitting joynts here to this bone was joyn'd his princely arme here stood the hand that bare his warlike shield and on this little joynt was plac't the head that Atlas-like bare up the weight of Greece here here betwixt these hollow yawning jaws stood once a tongue which with one little word could have commanded thousand souls to death Good hands indure this your weighty task and good eyes strive not to make moist his bones with weeping teares What Scinis or Procustes ever could have hackt a King into such things as these Alas here 's every part now so deform'd I know not which was his yet all was his Sound infernal Musick Scena 5. Enter Canidia like an Enchauntresse Orest Protect us O ye Ministers of heaven stand neare me my good Genius my soul hath lost his humane function at this hellish sight Can. Who is' t disturbs our cave what messenger hath Pluto sent that would know ought from us what are you speak Canidia cannot stay Pyl. Prompt us some Ghost Great feare of earth and governesse of nature in whose deep closet of that sacred heart are writ the characters of future Fate and what is done and what must be thou knowst Whose words make burning Acheron grow cold and Jove leave thundring when he hears thy name to thee we come O turn thy secret book and look whose names thou there shalt see inscrib'd for murderers reade o'r all the catalogue untill thou findest there engraven those which kill'd the King of Greece great Agamemnon Orest Yes he that did owe these bones which worms have eate it is not now one of the meaner sort that craves this boone but 't is the heire of Greece heire only now but to my fathers grave I not command but my astonisht soul entreats to know If in thy book it be not yet put down command the gods t' unlock the gates of heaven and fetch forth death command him to relate who 't was put Agamemnon in his hands this is our businesse this great prophetesse made us approach to thy most hallowed cell Can. Ho ho ho I tell thee fond young prince a lesser power thou mightst have implor'd which might have urg'd th' unwilling fiends to this our dire enchantments carry such a force that when the stars and influence of heaven have suckt the lively blood from out mens veines I at my pleasure bring it back again I knew each hour in the Trojan fight what Grecian or what Phrygian should die and fierce Achilles had no sooner pierc't great Hectors side but Fate did send me word Earth Sea deep Chaos all the stony hills will ope themselves to shew me prodigies Night will unmask her brow to let me see what black conceptions reem within her womb Orest O then relate great Mistresse of thy Art the things we crave Can. What time of night is' t Pyl. Upon the stroke of twelve Can. Strait when a cloudy even clappeth the Ayre and all light 's drench't in misty Acheron when the black palpheries of the full cheekt moon have got behind this part o' th' Hemispheare and dark Aldebor and is mounted high into the sable Cassiopeias chaire and night full mounted in her seate of jet sits wrapt within a cabinet of clouds when serpents leave to hisse no dragons yell no birds do sing no harsh tun'd toads do croake the Armenian Tyger and the ravenous woolf shall yeild up all their tyranny to sleep and then none walk but hells disturbed spirits children of night such as belong to me I 'll shew thee thy desire give me these bones Orest Here take them Mother use them gently they were a Kings bones once O not so hard Can. Why senselesse boy dost think that I respect a Kings dead bones more then another mans O they smell rankly I this sent doth please Smells to them but I must now to work why Sagana Pyl. Looke here thou King of Greece fond Menelaus thou which didst bring so many goodly shapes into such things as these and all for Helen Takes up the scull Which when the worms bred of her dainty flesh shall have knaw'd off her tender rubie lips and left her gumlesse looke upon her then and thou wouldst even disgorge thy self to see such putrid vermine to lie kissing her Orest This head had once a royall diadem now knock it beat it and 't will ne'r cry treason Can. Why Sagana Orest There was a player once upon a stage who striving to present a drecry passion brought out the urn of his late buried son it might the more affect him and draw tears But I as if I had no passion left not acting of a part but really in a true cause having my fathers bones his hollow scull yet crawling full of worms I cannot weep no not a teare will come Can. Why Sagana Veia Erictho know you not your time Scen. 6. Enter Sagana Veia Erictho three witches Sag. What would you Beldam Can. Hath not triform'd Hecate put on her Styx-dyed mantle is' t not now fit time to work our charms in Veia We here are ready ' gainst thy sacred charm Can. You two sit by and beare in minde this charge Who e'r you see who ever I present let your tongues be perculiss'd in your jaws stir not nor speak not till the charm be done Pyl. Fear not it shall be chain'd with silence Can. Night and Diana sacred Queen Which ever hath
O are you there I faith Spies Strophius and Electra dead a bed so close with your adulterer I 'll stab your lustful souls with your own knives Stabs them with Electra's knife Cass O clap clap O rare beyond expectation hold good heart do not burst with laughter Orest Will you not wake sleep sleep then your last Look how they fly i' th ayre Cas I see them see them Orest Why Jove dost mean to let them into heaven O th' art come down and gone to hell Pluto see Pluto hee 's afraid of them O spare my sides my sides my sides the blood O now you touch my ribs Cass Hey how he skips O excellent whips himself O sweet Catastrophe do's non see 't but I Clap clap again would all Priams sons and daughters were here now to help me laugh Orest Lash on lash on Canidia art thou there why grandsire would it were to do again nay Aeacus I feare no whipping posts lavgh'st thou thou witch I 'll follow thee to hell Exeunt currentes Scen. 5. Enter Pylades alone Pyl. Thus seeking others I have lost my self my friend and father banisht and whilst I wander to seek them for to ease their woe I here more grief proclaim'd against my friend that none must succor none must give him food and yet I 'll seek him and should all the laws that tyranny should think upon restrain I 'de draw my blood forth for to let him drink But O what 's here O I have found too soon one which I sought my fathers wearied soul Spies Strophius dead in sighs hath now expired out it self Now O ye sisters your great task is don you ne're untwine what you have once begun Thus obvious to our Fates t' our selves unkind we haste to seek that which too soon we find Alas why do our souls too greedy burn to hasten thither whence we nere return We run to 't of our selves ' sif death were slow should he come tardy we too soon should go For the first day that gives us our first breath doth make us a day nearer unto death All this huge world which now on earth so strive to morrow this time may not be alive Great Troy is down since Agamemnon fell since my dear father which but now was well O art thou come dear friend for thee I sought Enter Orestes here 's some food yet in spight of all the laws Orest Wilt bid me to dinner Pluto ha with what Give me no snakes I I go I go up to Cythaerus top I hate thy meat Pyl. Heavens he 's distracted now doth fury right when thus against her self her self doth fight 'T is I man here 't is Pylades not Pluto Orest Ha Pylades I they have banisht him but grandsire look too 't I 'll tear out your maw Pylades Pylades I come Pylad. Why I am he look friend dost not know me Or. Yes yes thou wert with me when I kil'd my mother and see the Furies now would whip thee too Alecto look look here 's Alecto too O Clytemnestra hay how the Lion skips and Taurus he would tosse me on his horns Look on the Ram see the Beare roars at me and Charon he would fling me into Styx Pylad. He fears the heavenly signs nay then now time hath brought true punishment on every crime Orest Dash out the puppets brains the little boy the bastard my mothers bastard so blood spin my mother kild my father kild the King but she got little by 't look on her brest it bleeds it bleeds so so Aegystheus so Pylad. O what a strange distemper stirs his brain Thou gentle Somnus in whom care doth rest kind father of cold death and son of peace which comes to Kings and poor men all alike bind his disturbed brain tie up his sense let him but live to die now t is not long before we both shall sing our funeral song Orest Ha! must I sink can I not keep aloft What is the stream so strong why then I 'll dive Falls a sleep and come to hell the sooner Pylad. So gentle sleep thou gather'st up his wandring brains again this is but half dead yet half dead he lies but t is not long before he wholly dyes Musick within Heark they play Musick O these sounds do harm enticing wo with their melodious charm These please not men in woe these time do keep but miseries best falling is to weep Our stops are nought but sobs our hearts we bring whereon we prick the sol-fa which we sing A song within together with the Musick Weep weep you Argonauts Bewail the day That first to fatal Troy You took your way Weep Greece weep Greece Two Kings are dead Argos thou Argos now a grave Where Kings are buried No heire no heire is left But one that 's mad See Argos hast not thou Cause to be sad Sleep sleep wild brain Rest rock thy sence Live if thou canst To grieve for thy offence Weep weep you Argonauts c. Pyl. Peace Musick peace our plaints have louder cries a heart that 's sad can never harmonize Grief cannot keep his time all time 's too long sighs are best sem-briefs to his doleful song My ditties mournful though thou sweetly play thus do we all even blow our lives away Orestes wakes But dost thou wake Orestes is rest fled sleep ne'r dwels long in a molested head Orest Hark hark the Furies entertain my mother Orpheus would fetch Euridice from hell see he looks back wouldst venture so thou fool I 'de see my mother burnt before I de goe why shouldst thou bring her she would stifle thee stifle thee in thy bed as my mother did Pyl. Still harping on thy mother Orest Harping no let Orpheus harp O I she was she was a very very Harpie Pyl. Thus madness playes and keeps a certain measure in his words Orest O I suckt out my mothers dearest blood I did indeed O she plagues me for 't now O I must goe lie down in Tytius place Ixion too he Sir would fain resign I scorn your petty plagues I 'll have a worse O the vulture the wheel the vulture Pyl. See how his conscious thoughts like fiends of hell do arm themselves and lash his guilty soul He see 's no vulture nor no Scorpion strikes yet doth his conscience whip his bloody heart he needs no witnesses he hath within a thousand thoughts which testifie his sin No punishment so strict no deadly smart as private guilt that smiteth on the heart Orest I did I do confesse I did I killd them all ript up the womb that bear me nay I did O Tantalus thy plague some meat some meat who pulls those apples hence let them alone nay sink to the bottom I will follow thee Lies down to drink the rivers dry my mother hath drunk all Pyl. Alas come go with me we will find drink Orest Is Pluto's buttry ope his drink 's too hot I doubt 't will scald me but I 'll tast on