Mysander Strophiues Electra another way Aegyst. WHat is Orestes fled sure there 's some plot If you deare Queen but search Elect well You 'll finde she knowes whither her brothers gone Clyt. If in her heart there be but lodg'd a thought Vnknowne to mee this hand shall rip her brest And search her inparts but I 'll finde it out Mysander call Electra Aegyst. O were that moat tane from our comforts beams No cloud could euer then o'rshade our ioyes His life must be cut off without delay Mischiefe by mischiefe findes the safest vvay But here 's Electra Clyt. Why how now Minion what a blubbering still Huswife pray vvhere 's your brother where 's my sonne Elect. Mother pray wher 's my father wher 's your husband Haile to my gratious Queene here 's one at doore Enter Strophius and speaks Brings you a message hee vvill not relate To any but your selfe he saies t is sad Clyt. Why the more dismall the more vvelcome 't is But as for you Elect. Good mother doe your worst No plague can euer make me more accurst Nothing is worse then death that I 'll not flye Clyt. Yes life is worse to those that faine vvould die But vvhere 's the messenger SCEN. V. Enter Nuncius WHat whirlewind rising from the wombe of earth Doth raise huge Pelion vnto Ossa's top That both being heapt I stand vpon them both And with an hundred Stentor-drowning voyce Relate vnto the world the saddest tale That euer burdned the weake iawes of man Aegyst. Why what portentuous newes Amaze vs not Tell vs what e'r it be Nun. Were my minde settled would the gellid feare That freezeth vp my sense set free my speech I would vnfold a tale which makes my heart Throb in my intralls when I seeme to see 't Clyt. Relate it quickly hold 's not in suspence Nun. Vpon the mount of yonder rising cliffe Which the earth hath made a bulwarke for the sea Whose peerlesse head is from the streames so high That whosoe'r lookes downe his braine will swim With a vertigo The space remou'd so farre The obiect from the eye that a tall ship Seem'd a swift flying bird vpon this top Saw I two men making complaints to heauen One's voyce distinctly still cry'd Father King Great Agamemnon whose diuiner soule Fled from thy corps exil'd by buchers hands His friend still sought to keepe his dying life With words of comfort that it should not rush Too violently vpon the hands of Fate He deafe as sea to which he made his plaints Still cryed out Agamemnon I will come And finde thy blessed soule where e'r it walke In what faire Tempe of Elisium So e'r it be my soule shall find it out With that his friend knit him within his armes Striuing to hold him but when t was no boot They hand in hand thus plung'd into the maine Strait they arose and striu'd me thought for life But swelling Neptune not regarding friends Wrapt their embraced limbs in following waues Vntill at last their deare departing soules Hastned to Styx and I no more cloud see Stro. O 't was Orestes 't was my Pylades Which arme in arme did follow him to death Elect. O my Orestes O my dearest brother 'T is he 't is he that thus hath drown'd himselfe Aegyst. Why then if Agamemnon and his sonne Haue brought their leafe of life to the full end I am Thyestes sonne and the next heyre To sit in Argos Throne of Maiesty Thanks to our Alpheus sea who as' t'ad striu'd To gratifie Aegystheus rais'd his force And gathered all his waters to one place They might be deepe inough to drowne Orestes But come my Queene let vs command a feast To get a kingdome who 'ld not thinke it good To swim vnto it through a sea of blood ACT. III SCEN. I. Enter Tyndarus Misander Tynd. OVr daughter send for vs how fares she well She mournes I 'm sure for her husbands death Mis. My Lord shee tooke it sadly at the first But time hath lessen'd it Tynd. I griefe soone ends That flowes in teares they still are womens friends But how is 't rumord now in Argos though That Agamemnon dyde Mys. Why hee was old And death thought best to seise on him at home Tynd. 'T was a long home hee got by comming home Well well Misander I like not the course The peoples murmure makes my cheekes to blush Mis. My gracious Lord who trusts their idle murmure Must neuer let the blush goe from his cheeke They are like flagges growing on muddy banks Whose weake thin heads blowne with one blast of winde They all will shake and bend themselues one way Great mindes must not esteeme what small tongues say All things in state must euer haue this end The vulgar should both suffer and commend If not for loue for feare great maiesty Should doe those things the vulgar dare not see Tynd. O Sir but those that doe commend for feare Doe in their hearts a secret hatred beare Euer learne this the truest praise indeed Must from the heart and not from words proceed I feare some foule play doth Aegystheus meane Then totally for to inuest himselfe In Agamemnons seat Where 's young Orestes Mis. Why my Lord hee for the great griefe conceiu'd Being young not knowing well to rule himselfe With sway of reason ranne vpon his death And threw himselfe with my Lord Strophius sonne Into the midst of Alpheus so was drown'd Tynd. How took my daughter that Mis. Why wisely too And like her selfe not being in despaire Her royall wombe will bring forth many more Shall be as deare as e'r Orestes was Tynd. I feare heauen cannot looke with equall eyes Vpon so many deaths but meanes to send Plague after plague for in a wretched state One ill begets another dismall Fate But goe and tell my daughter I will come And helpe to solemnize her nuptiall night Her hasty wedding and the old Kings neglect Makes my coniecturall soule some ill suspect Exeunt SCEN. II. Enter Orestes and Pylades Orest. IF euer God lent any thing to earth Whereby it seem'd to symphatize with heauen It is this sacred friendship Gordian knot Which Kings nor Gods nor Fortune can vndoe O what Horoscopus what constellation Held in our birth so great an influence Which one affection in two mindes vnites How hath my wo beene thine my fatall ill Hath still beene parted and one share beene thine Pyl. Why dearest friend suppose my case were thine And I had lost a father wouldst not thou In the like sort participate my griefe Orest. Yes witnesse heauen I would Pyl. So now thou hast lost a father Orest. True Pylades thou putst me well in mind I haue lost a father a deare deare father A King a braue old King a noble souldier And yet he was murdered O my forgetfull soule Why should not I now drawe my vengefull sword And strait-way sheath it in the murderers heart Minos should neuer haue vacation Whilst any of our progeny remain'd Well I
Orest. Nay t is your priuat'st room View me well mother ha do you know me yet Here here 's the drugs my Art hath thought vpon Puts off his gowne Be pittilesse now Pylades be my friend Child O Helpe me father else these men will kill mee Aegyst. O my boy my boy Orest. O yee 'r fast bound Yes hee is thine thy face thy eyes thy heart And would I knew where Nature had couchd most Of thy damnd blood I thus would let it out Stabs the child And thus 't should spirt in thy most loathed face Aegy. O now the heauens raine vengeance on our head Child O mother mother saue me saue me father Orest. Hold Pylades be stedfast for by heauen He wounds mee that perswades me not to wound Clyt. O turne thy bloody weapon on my brest 'T was this wombe that brought forth this Babe and thee If that be guilty I haue made it so Rip vp this place which first did bring thee forth 'T is I'intreat thee 't is the mother she Which gaue thee house-roome here within this brest Vpon whose dugs thy infant lips did hang Orest. It was my father he intreated you Who many a time had clipt you in his armes Who made you Queene of Greece yes it was hee Good Agamemnon he did plead for life Aegyst. Bathe not thy hands in a poore infants blood Nor in thy mothers I deserue to die And yet remember how my doome sau'd thee How easily mercy did obtaine her suit Orest. Nay but Aegystheus you can aggrauate To doe a haynous murther and i' th Court I' th place of Iustice where the King might heare Vpon a chiefe attendant of the Kings Murther it selfe is past all expiation A crime that nature most of all abhorres And looke how manhood and ciuility Stand at the barre of Iustice and there plead How much they 'r wrong'd and how much defac'd When man doth dye his hands in blood of man Now harken King I 'll vse thy Rhetorique Thou didst a haynous murther in the Court Not which the King did heare but which he felt When no petition could good man preuaile Therefore this dies this first shall haue his due Stabs it againe that the blood spirts in his face Turnes it to her This mischiefe done reuenge shall prompt a new Aeg. O the Gods blush and heauen looks pale at this A fathers face besmear'd with his owne blood Ore My haste deceiues my wil tush al this yet May be call'd piety you shall taste too mother Cly. O why dos't banish nature from his place Looke on thy mothers teares worse then those grones And pangs she had when she first brought thee forth When of thy friends or parents thou hast wrong Patience not fury doth to thee belong Is this the blessing that thy knee should aske Repay'st thou thus my kisses and my teares Which flow'd from mee to thee in tender yeeres Orest. O why did you so banish woman-hood When you and this damn'd villaine base adulterer Made in my fathers side so many wounds And brought a braue old King into this state Pulls bones from his pocket See here 's his bones my pocket can containe Great Agamemnon and repayd you thus His kind embraces all his louing signes Aegysteus you are thirsty you shall drinke Fills two cups with the Heniochus childs blood giues it them Yes you shal cleare your throat by heauen you shal Aeg. O mischief aboue mischief what Bred on a stony rock could e'r endure To see a fathers thirst quench'd with such blood Hast thou no measure hath reuenge no end Ore Who first doth mischiefe may keep mean i' th deed But who reuengeth must all meane exceed Nay mother wee 'll not barre you of your draught Clyt. O Nature see here all thy lawe infring'd A mothers prayers preuaile not with her sonne Orest. Pray with Thyestes it shall neuer moue me But first Aegystheus do thou haste reuenge Stabs him Aegyst. O I am wounded O when do'st thou end Or. Nay I haue scarce begun now mother you Stabs her So now I 'll stand and looke and on hell call Nay my reuenge must not be vsuall One more for thee Aegystheus onely let out The blood you dranke before Aegyst. O my heart feeles it Orest. Now mother you and your loue the same Clyt. O kill me quickly time prolongs my woe And since I must die let me quickly goe Orest. You know your sentence let him feele hee dies Who strait threats death knowes not to tyrannize Aegy. This brings ten deaths Or. Would 't would a hundred bring One death 's too little to reuenge a King Hence hence adulterous soule to Tantalus And let hell know who 't was sent thee thither He dies Now mother you shall follow but he first Lest that like louers you goe hand in hand Clyt. Why sonne whose death is it thou dost reuenge Thy fathers but on whom vpon thy mother On her which brought thee forth which took most care To bring thee vp from whom thou tookst thy selfe Thou' rt sure thou art mine but dost not know Who t was begat thee Ore Wil 't Bastardize me Yes mother yes I know I was his sonne Alas why what are you a senselesse peece Of rotten earth can doe as much to corne As you to me beare it and bring it forth But Agamemnon he that seed did sow And onely vnto him my selfe I owe And for him thou shalt die Cly. O I confesse My conscience tells mee I deserue no lesse And thus thy mother from thee doth depart Leauing vexation to torment thy heart She dies Orest. Now friend I see my father liue againe And in his royall state at Argos Court This is the night in which hee first came home O blessed powers of hell diuine Canidia Now am I satisfied now hath reuenge perfection And nothing grieues me but that Tyndarus My mothers father did not see her dye I le in and tell him my thoughts must reueale Those acts I doe this night who would conceale Now soule triumph whilst that my deeds shall shine I' th face o' th Court and all the world know 't mine ACT. V. SCEN. I. Enter Orestes in his gowne Tyndarus Strophius Electra Pylades two Lords Orest. MY Lord your daughters potion works most rarely The King 's asleepe God blesse his Maiesty O doe not wake him faith 't is pitty la Tyn. What doe I see ha blood the little child Dead his daughter bleed Aegysteus kill'd Orest. Your Lordships eyes doe faile 't is but spilt w 〈…〉 Tynd. Lay hands o' th villaine 't is the Physicians de 〈…〉 Orest. Nay friends hands off 't is no Physician now D 〈…〉 uers him 〈…〉 See see old Tyndarus dost thou know me yet Fetch me my Crowne and robes nay I 'll ascend Is not Atrides eldest sonne your King Tyn. What hast thou done foule Viper to eat out Thy mothers bowells what was this thy deede Thy silence saies 't was thine what Tanais Tygris or Rhenus or
loue thou knowst I neuer looke too sterne Vpon a fault that could aske lenity But this is so transcendant and so great It must not be slipt without impunity To doe a haynous murder and i' th court I' th place of Iustice where the King might heare Vpon a chiefe attendant of the Kings Murder it selfe is past all expiation The greatest crime that Nature doth abhorre Not being is abominable to her And when we be make others not to be 'T is worse then bestiall and we did not so When onely we by natures ayd did liue A Heterogenious kinde as semibeasts When reason challeng'd scarce a part in vs But now doth manhood and ciuility Stand at the bar of iustice and there plead How much the 'r wronged and how much defac't When man doth die his hands in blood of man Iudgement it selfe would scarce a law enact Against the murderer thinking it a fact That man 'gainst man would neuer dare commit Since the worst things of nature doe not it Orest. O how his words now raile against a sinne Which beat vpon his conscious thoughts within His tongue speakes faire his inparts looke on them And they like Iury-men himselfe condemne Pyl. But O great King if iustice must haue right Let me stand only guilty in thy sight Orest. No 't is not King 't was I that did the deed And for my action let no other bleed Aegyst. In troth this make my doome it cannot fall Will none of you confesse Strophius weeps Orest. Yes I confesse Pylad. No King 't is I confesse Aegyst. How now Lord Strophius what affect you so That makes your teares be wrayers of some passion Stroph. My gracious soueraigns this strange spectacle Renues the memory of my once great losse And my deare Queens we once were blest with two Which so had link'd themselues in bands of Loue As these men now doe seeme to me they haue One streame of loue did in two hearts so glide One with the other liu'd with other dide And would my Queene be my competitor For our sons sake my suits should ioyne with her Since Iustice craues but one and both will goe Euen saue them both and right wrong iustice so Clytem. I good my loue let iustice come and looke If she can finde in all her statute booke Two men for the same crime should rightly die She will not say so iustice cannot lie And since they both will die let ones loue saue The others life and so both life shall haue Agam. In troth my Queen and my old Lord haue mou'd Well since your loues are both so strongly tide And friendship like an old acquaintance sends To her friend Iustice that she should be milde And looks with eyes of mercy on your fault Considering our immunity proclaim'd And such petitioners as you both haue got Death in our sentence now shall haue no part Whilst who should haue done worst confession striues Too much confession thus saues two mens liues But now we must demand what you made here What busines or condition you professe Pylad. Great King our duty owes to thee our liues And were we men that striu'd to set a cloud Before these gifts Art hath instructed vs Or we haue purchac't at a most deare rate Of cost and labour yet thy clemency Commands vs to lay open all to thee Yet for my selfe I rather count my state Blest that I lighted on this happy man Whose accurate and watchfull indagation Hath taught him for to heale the wounds of Nature By his exceeding skill in wholesome hearbs One that when I did thinke my thred of life Had beene quite cut did tie it vp againe And make it last recald my youthfull dayes And made me Aeson-like becom thus yong For which great practises I did owe my life And thence proceeded our late pious strife Aeg. Nay then I 'me glad our mercy did extend On men whom such rare vertues doe commend Or loue shall then grow greater and our court Shall entertaine you and 't may chance we will My queene and I make triall of your skill Orest. My gracious soueraigne words must not haue wings To passe and out-flye the bounds of truth Onely to win the Elixar of opinion But for my friend doth here professe so much And for my life doe stand so deeply bound That all my Art can ne're make recompence Please but your graces selfe and your deare queen Appoint the secrets of the safest roome To let me shew my selfe to none but you Though Nature dried vp with too much time Deny to spring in fruite from forth your loynes Or any other strange impediment Or Art preserues from sicknesse ruining And 't will be blest to shew it to a King Aegyst. Ha prethee let me speake with thee apart Thou strik'st on tunes now make me glad to heare We will commit our secresie to thee Cans't water barren wombs with such a dew Shall make 'em florish and wax green with fruit Although we cannot altogether blame That Nature hath been too vnkind to vs Yet we would plant each corner of our Realme With springing branches of our royall selfe To compasse in our selues and we stand in the midst Kings in their children doe great blessing finde And great men loue to propagate their kind Orest. Great Soueraigne boasting words shall ne're outweigh The things I will performe I speake not fame But what I first haue said I 'll doe the same Aegyst. We like thy temper well and we will trust Therefore this night we will appoint it so Thou shalt be guided to our secretst roome And there shalt vse thy skill which if it take Or loue shall honour thee for Physicks sake Exeunt Aegyst Clyt. Tind Orest. Good heauens I thanke you your effectuall power Hath shewed your iustice in this blessed houre They take Str. and Elect. back Now is occasion put thus murder layes The trap wherein it selfe it selfe betrayes Pyl. Old Lord a word with you Orest. and with you Lady Pyl. Had not you once a Son lou'd the young Prince Stop Yes Sir but Fates enuied my happines And holds both Prince and Son away too long Orest. And had not you a brother Lady once When heard you of him last he went trauell Elect. In truth I had but I can heare no news They discouer themselues Stro. O see my son welcome my dearest boy Elect. Our brother our Orestes is come home Stroph. 'T is they indeed O how my blood reuiues Let me embrace them O ye 'r welcome home Now is the Autumne of our sorrow done Elect. What silent place hath smothered you so long Of what great power haue you counsaile ta'ne Concerning the great plot you had in hand Orest. Vncle and sister we must not stand now Embracing much and bidding welcome home You see before I come how things doe stand My busines hastens and my friend and I Haue yet a greater proiect to performe Onely Electra we must haue your ayde To helpe with
what flowing sea Should wash thee in the salt Meotis streame Or Tethis at full tide o'rflow thy banks Still would the spots of murder sticke on them Orest. Why Grandsire I goe not about to wash By heauen 't was all the fruit thought to win To thinke all mischiefe here could be no sinne Tynd. See see thy mother looke vpon her now On her whose eyes thou hast for euer clos'd Which eyes haue often wakned at thy cry And hush'd thee with a lullaby to sleepe See see these hands which oft with so much care Wrapt gently vp thy vnset tender limbs See see this face wont at thy signes to smile When nature gaue not leaue vnto thy tongue To vtter thy childs meaning Ore See see these bones these nasty rotten bones Which had so often lock'd his hands in hers Here stood the tongue which oft had call'd her sweet Deare Glytemnestra and then stopt his speech And told his loue in a more speaking signe Here stood those eyes which fed vpon her face And made her of thy daughter a great Queene And thee made him a dish for loathed wormes Tyn. Suppose she did there was but one yet dead And with ones death againe should be repaid Orest. No Tyndarus had I desir'd but one I should haue thought I had desired none Why me thinks I should too haue kill'd thee The number is too little yet of three Tyn. Into what land what country wilt thou fly All earths all lands all countries will flie thee The heauens will look with a more cherefull brow On Cerberus Orest. Why let heauen looke as 't will it is my crowne That I haue done an act shall make heauen frowne Tynd. O what earth loues so much a guilty soule That it can beare thee Ore Why Sir this is mine And this shall beare mee Am I not righ heire Tynd. Thou heire to kingdomes thou a subiect rather To helpe to make a Players Tragedie Orest. Why that will make me swell with greater pride To thinke my name shall drop in lines of blood From some great poets quils who well shall paint How brauely I reueng'd my fathers death That is the thing I wish'd and 't is my glory I shall be matter for so braue a story But where 's my Crowne 1 Lord No murderers wee 'll rather ioyne with him This old man here to take away thy life Then such an homicide shall frame vs lawes Who hath himselfe rac'd out the lawes of Nature 2 Lord Yes and wee 'll set here Argos Crowne on him Who shall enact some punishment for thee Which although none can equalize this deed Yet what our griefes can thinke all shall be done And wee 'll forget thou' rt Agamemnons sonne Ore Why thinke you vpon your worst I scorne to craue I had three liues you but my one shall haue Tyn. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that Which while there is a world throughout the world VVill be pronounc'd for the most horrid deede That euer came into the thought of man A thing which all will talke of none allow I here disclaime that name of Grandfather And I must quite forget that in thy veynes My blood doth flow but thinke it then let out VVhen thou letst out my daughters and since you Kinde Lords commit the state vnto my yeeres Yeeres too vnfit heauens know to beare a state My mind me thinks contends for to decree Somewhat which to my selfe I dare not tell Iust conceiu'd wrath and my affection striues Hate forbids pitty pitty forbids hate And exile is but barren punishment Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes O neuer let thy sight offend me more All thy confederates and all thy friends You Pylades wich did so smoothly cloake The damnde profession hee did vndertake You Strophius Stroph. My Lord I know not ought Yet since one foot is now in Charons boat If it please you let tother too afloate Tynd. Not so but I will banish you the court And you Electra come I must forget Affection too towards you you gaue the child Which you had charge of to the murderers sword Elect. Why Grandsire I herin no wrong do finde Since all these goe I would not stay behinde Tyn. Nay but no one shall company the other Hence thou Cocytus streame of this offence Strophius Pylades Electra hence Exeunt Stroph Pyl. Elect. Orest. Why farewell Grandsire since thou bidst I flie And scorn companions for my misery Exit Orest. Tynd. Vnto this punishment this one more I adde That none shall dare to giue Orestes foode And this decree shall stand I speake with griefe And here pronounce Orestes no reliefe Hence with these corps poore child what hadst thou don Thy Nurses prayers that there might spring a rose Where e're thou trod'st could not keepe backe thy foes Some plague he hath but such a matricide Should neuer die although he euer dide SCEN. II. Enter Elect. and Stroph Elect. THus neuer lesse alone then when alone Where to ourselues we sweetly tell our woes Thou Vncle cheife companion to our griefes And sole partaker of our miseries Why doe we liue when now 't is come to passe It is scarce knowne that Agamemnon was He dies far easier who at first doth drowne Then he which long doth swim and then sinks down Stroph. Nay Neece me thinks I now doe see the Hauen Where my ag'de soule must leaue this tossed barke Made weak with yeeres and woes yet I commend Vnto my Son the heart of a true friend That 's all the will I leaue and let him know Friendship should euer be but most in woe And so I leaue thee Neece I first must die To haste a periode to this Tragedy He dies Elect. O enuious Fates could you not vse me thus Haue not I griefe inough to burst my heart Was my life's thred twisted and knit so strong That the keen edge of all these miseries Can neuer cut it off Must I beare 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 euery where and yet I finde him not Tush but I seeke him not why my owne hand Might graspe him to me if I did but striue Now hand helpe ease my heart and make a way Stabs her selfe To let out griefe that hath so long dwelt here Now knife tha 'st don good seruice there lie by Heauen well decreed it nothing life can giue But euery thing can make vs not liue SCEN. III Enter Cassandra NOw Priams ghost haste haste I say to looke With chearefull eyes on the sinister booke And there to Hecuba my mother show The tragique story of thy conquered foe And let Andromacha my sister see What Agamemnons race is come to be Now Troy gratifie that most sad doome Conquered by those that thus themselus or'ecome Let Greece so florish still let Argos be Puft with the pride of their great victory Let it beare Souldiers so
'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 Pylad. Still harping on thy mother Orest. Harping no Let Orpheus harpe O I she was she was A very very Harpie Pyl. Thus madnes playes And keeps a certaine 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 downe in Tytius place Ixion too he Sir would faine resigne I scorne your petty plagues I 'll haue a Worse O the vulture the wheele the vulture Pyl. See how his conscious thoughts like fiends of hell Doe arme themselues and lash his guilty soule 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 strickt no deadly smart As priuate guilt that smiteth on the heart Orest. I did I confesse I did I kild them all Ript vp the wombe that bare me nay I did O Tantalus thy plague some meate some meate Who pulls those apples hence let them alone Nay sinke to the bottom I will follow thee Lies downe to drinke The riuer 's drie my mother hath drunke all Pyl. Alas come goe with me we will finde drinke Orest. Is Pluto's buttry ope his drinks too hot I doubt 't will scald me but I 'll taste on 't yet Th' Eumenides stand to whip me as I goe Nay I will passe you I will out-slip them all Exit currens Pyl. See in his conscience lies hels punishment Our own thoughts iudges none are innocent Exit SCEN. VI. Enter 2. Lords 1 Lord WE that haue here ben born to see this change May leaue the court and tell our children tales Of the dire fall of Inachus great house The young Prince mad the Princesse kild her selfe Old Strophius dead from griefe and murder heapt Corps vpon corps as if they ment t' inuite All hell to supper or som Iouiall night 2 Lor. Nay but my Lord this is most pittifull That the yong Prince should thus from dore to dore Beg for his foode and yet none dare to giue I saw him wandring yesterday alone Flying from euery crow or pratling Pie Crying out mother and as if there had Tormenting Furies following him with fraud And truth I thought to tell old Tyndarus To moue his ruthfull yeeres to pitty him And will you ioyne petitioner with me Wee 'll tell the cause 't is good to ease misery 1 Lord My Lord I like your motion and will ioyne For Agamemnons sake my honor'd Master Exeunt SCEN. VII. Enter Orestes Pylades with naked rapiers Orest. MY Fury leaues me now I 'me at my last And now me thinks thou truely art a friend Now with vndaunted spirit preuent my griefe And let thy rapier drinke blood greedily As if it lou'd it cause it is thy friend Now rid me of my woe thy friendly vow Neuer did truely shew it selfe till now Pyl. Why then deare friend I thus erect this arme And will be strong to thee as thou to me Wee 'll looke vpon our deathes with better face Then others doe on life come Tyndarus see We scorne to liue 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 selues past all calamity Orest. Yes Pylades we will beguile our time And make him search through euery nooke a' th world If he in all his race can euer spie Two that like vs did liue like vs did die But we delay our death now brauely come And the last parting word shall be strike home they run at one another run again Pyl. O brauely strook deare friend yet once again Orst. Yes at one thrust two friends must not be slain O how I loue these wounds heauen dropping showers When the outragious dogge makes clouds of dust Vpon the thirsty earth come not more sweet Then the blest streames of blood thy rapier raines Hence weapon for my loynes now scorne all props But my friends armes O beare good leggs a while The weight of murder sits vpon my soule And bends my staggering ioynts vnto the earth Pyl. Haste haste I faint but O yet let my strength Be Atlas to sustaine the falling world Breath breath sweet vapours of two trusty hearts And let our breaths ascend to heauen before To make a roome hard by the frozen pole Where that our winged soules shall mount and sit More glorious then the Concubines of loue Wreath'd with a crowne of rich enamel'd starres Leauing all ages to deplore our death That friendships abstract perish with our breath Orest. Fly thou best part of man where Hecate Borne on the swarthy shoulders of the Euen Sits in a groue of oakes till gray eye'd morne Bids her to throw off nights blacke Canopie Pyl. Wil 't die before me Stay stay I come Orest. O graspe me then our names like Gemini Shall make new starres for to adorne the skie Is thy breath gone Pyl. O yes 't is almost past Then both together thus wee 'll breath our last They fall downe dead embracing each other SCEN. VIII. Enter in haste Tyndarus Lords with others Tynd. WEnt they this way my Lords you moue mee much Could I find him now I would seat him new In his right Kingdome which doth weigh downe mee 1 Lord I see my Lord Orestes and his friend Without your leaue haue made themselues an end Tynd. Then now is Argos Court like to some stage When the sad plot fills it with murdred Trunckes And none are left aliue but onely one To aske the kinde spectators plaudite All else haue bid valete to the world The man reseru'd for that is Tyndarus Who thus hath seen his childrens childrens end His Grandchild a bad sonne a most deare friend The Scene must now be ouerflow'd with grones Each man sits downe to waile his priuate 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 haue their subiects to bedew with teares Each one yet haue but one but all of mee Challenge a part in griefes sad sympathy Orestes Clytemnstra I must call These all for mine thus must I weepe for all Let none belieue this deed or if they doe Let them belieue this punishment then too 'T is vile to hate a Father but such loue As breeds a hate to 'th mother worse doth proue Our life consists of ayre our state of winde All things we leaue behind vs which wee find Sauing our faults witnesse Orestes here VVho was his owne tormentor his owne feare VVho flying all yet could not fly him selfe But needs must shipwrack vpon murders shelfe And so his brest made hard with miserie He grew himselfe to be his enemy Thus griefe and gladnesse still by turnes do come But pleasure leastwhile doth possesse the roome Long nights of griefe may last but lo one day Of shining comfort slideth soone away He whom all feare on earth must feare a fate For all our powers are subordinate Three howres space thus well can represent Vices contriu'd and murders punishment A Monarchs life can in this little space Shew all the pompe 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 vs 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 vnknit the bands which holdeth strong Vnited hearts who since they thus are dead One roome one tombe shall hold them buried And as these friends ioyn'd hands to beare their Fate So we desire you to imitate VVho since they all are dead we needs must craue Your gentle hands to bring them to their graue THE END