fye man it was a vearey shame For thy naybor hodge to let it by this daye Well I wyll go to him and se if I maye By aney meanes procure him to make the amendes I lle do the best I can to make you both frendes Rusticus I hyll be no frendes chad rather be hanged Tyll iche haue that oulde karle wel and thryfteley banged And t weare not your masshyppe dyd me with hould To swing the ourchet iche chould be boulde Vyce Ha ha he nay nay spare not for me Go to it strayght if thear to ye gre Rusticus Hodge I harde saye thou illy hast wrought For my hogge vnto death with thi dog thou haste broughgt Iche byd the thy vaute to me to amend Or I hyll zwaddell the iche zweare in my bat end Hodge Zwaddell me godes get I hyll care not a poynte Iche haue a good bat thy bones to anoynte Thou olde carle I zaye thy hoge hurtyd me And therefore I wyll haue a mendes now of the My rye and my otes my beanes and my pease They haue eaten vp quight but small for my ease And therfore iche zaye all thy hogges kepe vaste Or iche wyll them wearey as longe as they laste By godes get I can neuer come in my ground But that zame zwyne in my pease iche haue founde Vyce Tout tout Rusticus these wordes be but wynd To him man to him and swaddell him well Ye neauer leaue him as longe as thou can fynd Him whot but teathe him a gaine to rebell What nededest thou to care though his wordes be so fell Tout tout th arte vnwyse and followe my mynde And I warraunt the in end some ease thou shalt finde Rusticus Godes gée hourson hoge paye me for my zwine Or eles larne to kepe that cockescome of thyne Vp with thy staf be readye to smyte but hodg smit first and let the vise thwacke them both and run out Hodge Godes de do thy worst I care not a poynte I hyll paye the none I hyll iobard a ioynte Vyce Nay stand I styll some what I wyll lend Take this for a reward now a waye I must wend Rusticus O Godes get c ham zwinged zo zore Iche thincke chaul neauer lyue one houre more Hodge O godes ge I thincke my bewnes will in zonder Yf ich get home by gis it tes a wounder Farwell Rusticus for by gis ich chaull When I mete the againe bezwinge the vorall Rusticus Naye letes be frendes and I hyll in good part Of browne ale at my house giue the a whole whart What hodge shake hondes mon be mercy and lauffe By godes ge iche had not the best end of the staffe Hodge C ham content naybor Rusticus shaull be ene so Come to they house I praye the let vs go go out Horestes To caull to minde the crabyd rage of mothers yll attempt Entrith Prouokes me now all pyttie quight from me to be exempt Yet lo dame nature teles me that I must with willing mind For giue the faute and to pytie some what to be inclynd But lo be thad vlltres dame on hourdome morder vill Hath heaped vp not contented her spousaule bed to fyll With forrayne loue but sought also my fatal thred to share As erst before my fathers fyll in sonder she dyd pare O paterne loue why douste thou so of pytey me request Syth thou to me wast quight denyed my mother being prest When tender yeres this corps of mine did hould alas for wo Whē frend my mother shuld haue bin thē was she chefe my foe Oh godes therfore sith you be iust vnto whose poure wyll All thing in heauen and earth also obaye and sarue vntyll Declare to me your gracious mind shall I reuenged be Of good Kynge Agamemnones death ye godes declare to me Or shall I let the adulltres dame styll wallow in her sin Oh godes of war gide me a right when I shall war begyn Vyce Warre quoth he I war in dede and trye it by the sworde God saue you syr the godes to ye haue sent this kind of word That in the hast you armour take your fathers fose to slaye And I as gyde with you shall go to gyde you on the way By me thy mind ther wrathful doom shal be performd in dede Therfore Horestes marke me well forward do procede For to reueng thy fathers death for this they all haue ment Which thing for to demonstrat lo to the they haue sent me Horestes Ar you good syr the messenger of godes as you do saye Wil they in reuenging this wrong I make not long delay Vyce What nede you dout I was in heauen whē al the gods did gre That you of Agamemnons death for south reuengid should be Tout tout put of that childish loue couldst thou with a good wil Contentyd be that one should so they father seme to kyll Why waylst thou man leaue of I say plucke corrage vnto the This lamentation sone shall fade if thou imbrasydest me Horestes What is thy name may I inquear O sacrid wight I pray Declare to me with this feare do not my hart dismaye Vyce Amonge the godes celestiall I Courrage called am You to assyste in vearey truth from out the heauens I cam And not without god Marsis his leaue I durst hear show my face which thou shalt fele if that ther gift thou dost forth with imbrace Horestes And sith it is thear gratious will welcom thou art to me O holy wight for this thear gyft I thanke them hartelley My thinkes I fele all feare to fley all sorrow griefe payne My thinkes I fele corrage prouokes my wil for ward againe For to reuenge my fathers death and infamey so great Oh how my hart doth boyle in dede with firey perching heate Corrage now welcom by the godes I find thou art in dede A messenger of heauenly gostes come let vs now procede And take in hand to bringe to pas reuengyd for to be Of those which haue my father slaine but soft now let me se Idumeus that worthy Kinge doth com into this place What saye you corrage shal I now declare to him my case Vyce Faull to it then and slacke no time for tyme once past away Doth cause repentence but to late to com old foulks do say When stede is stolen to late it is to shyt the stable dore Take time I say while time doth giue a leasure good therfore Idumeus What euer he be that sceptar beares or rules in state full hie Is sonest down through fortunes eyar brought to myserey As of late yeares the worthy kinge Agamemnon by name whos prass throughout the world is bloū by goldē trūp of fame His wel won fame in marshall stoure doth reache vnto the sky Yet lo through fortunes blind attempt be lo in earth doth lie He the had past the fate of war where chaunce was equall set Through fortunes spight is caught alacke win olde Meros net And he which
to be manned that hath such a knight Vnder his banner I sweare for to fight When Horestes in fight moste busiest shal be Then with they gynney we must seke the Hempstringe Goges oundes hart and nayles you are a sea man Come of with a myschiefe my gentell companion By your sleue fire haultersicke I thinke that a be As good a sodyer as euer was ye Haultersycke He hath learned his lesson but of fouth I feare He hath quight forgotten the waye for to sweare Oundes hart and nayles nalrey 〈…〉 And he be not hanged he wyll be starke 〈◊〉 Hempstringe Hange me no hanginge yf ye be so quicke Roube not to hard lest hempstringe do kycke Haultersycke flort him Had better be styll and a sléepe in his head Yf a kycke me me chaunce to breake his head Hempstringe Goges bloud good man haltersycke begine you to flout me Haultersycke No not at all he douth but sout ye What hempstringe I saye are you angred at ieste flort hym on the lipes In fayth goodman lobcocke your handsomley drest Hempstringe Goges bloud so to flout me thou art muche to blame Haultersycke Why all that I do man is but in game Hempstringe giue him a bor on the eare Take thou that for they ieste and flout me no more Haltersicke For that same on blowe than shault haue a score Drawe thy sword vylyne yf thou be a man And then do the worst that euer thou can Hempstringe Naye set sword a syde and at â—offetes well trey Wheather of vs both shall haue the masterey Haultersycke Goges oundes thou art bygger yet I care not a poynt Yf to be reuenged I iobard a ioynt Fyght at bofites with fystes Hempstring I haue coylyd the well but I holde the a grote Yf thou meddell with me I wyll swinge thye cote Haultersycke In dede I must saye I haue cought the worst But I wyll be reuengyd or eies I shall bourste Yf tyme did not call me from hence to depart I should anger the hempstring euen at the hart Therefore farwell tyll an other daye But hâ—â—rste thou take this to spend by the waye Giue him a box on the eare go out go out let the drum playe and Horestes enter with his men then lette him knele downe speake Hempstring Goges dundes is he gon naye after I wyll And of the slaue by his oundes I wyll haue my fyll Horestes Oh godes be prosperous I praye eke preserue my band Show now that ye be gods in ded stretch out your mighty hand And giue vs hartes willes also where by we may preuayll And suffer not you godes I praye our courragis to fayll But let our hartes addytyd be for aye as we pretend And of that one adulltres dame oh gods now make an end My haÌ„ds do thryst her blod to haue nought can my miÌ„d coÌ„tent Tyll that on her I haue perfourmed oh gods your iust iudgmeÌ„t Nature Nay stey my child froÌ„ mothers bloud with draw thy bloudy haÌ„d stand vp Horestes No nought at all oh nature can my purpose now withstand Shall I for giue my fathers death my hart can not agre My father slayne in such a sorte and vnreuengyd to be Nature Consider first horestes myne what payne for the she toke Horestes And of my fathers death againe o Nature do thou louke Nature I do confesse a wycked facte it was this is most playne Not with standiÌ„g froÌ„ mothers bloud thou must thy haÌ„ds refrain Canst thou a lacke vnhappey wight consent reuenged to be On her whose pappes before this time hath giuen foud to the In whom I nature for myd the as best I thought it good Oh now requight her for her pain with draw thy haÌ„ds froÌ„ bloud Horestes Who offendith the loue of god eke mans loue with willing hart Must by the loue haue punnishment as dutey due for his desart For me therfor to puÌ„nish hear as law of gods maÌ„ doth wil Is not a crime though that I do as thou dost saie my mother kil Nature The cruel beasts that rauÌ„g in feldes whose iause to blod ar whet Do not consent their mothers paunch in cruell wise to eate The tyger fierse doth not desiare the ruine of his kinde And shall dame nature now in the such tyraney once finde As not the cruell bestes voutsafe to do in aney case Leue now I say Horestes myne to my wordes giue place Lest that of men this facte af thine may iudged for to be Ne lawe in south ne iustys eke but cruell tyraney Horestes Pythagoras doth thincke it lo no tyraney to be When that iustyse is mynestryd as lawe and godes decrée If that the law doth her condemne as worthy death to haue Oh nature woulst thou wil that I her life should seme to saue To saue her lyfe whom law doth slay is not iustise to do Therefore I saye I wyll not yeld they hestes to com vnto Nature Yf nature cannot brydell the remember the decaye Of those which hereto fore in south their pareÌ„ts sought to slay oedippus fate caull thou to minde that slew his father so And eke remember now what fame of him a brode doth go Horestes what fame doth blowe I forse not I ne yet what fame I haue For this is true that bloud for bloud my fathers deth doth craue And lawe of godes lawe of man doth eke request the same Therefore oh nature sease to praye I forse not of my name Nature For to lament this heauey fate I cannot other do A lacke a lacke that once my chyld should now consent vnto His mothers death wherefore farewell I can no longer stey Go out Horestes Farwel dame Nature to my men I straight wil take my way Go out Idumeus Enter To se this monster let vs go for I suppose it tyme Where is Horestes why stease he the truth to me define Councell Let the druÌ„ playe Oh soferayne lord me thinkes I here him for to be at hand y ft please your grace he is in sight euen now with all his band Idumeus Com on Horestes we haue stayd your monster for to se Let the druÌ„ play enter Horestis with his band marche about the stage Horestes And now at hand my men and I all redy armed be Lo mighty king this champions here agre with me to wende Oh gracious king that they shall so wylt please you coÌ„dissend Idumeus I do agrée and now a whyle giue eare your king vnto It doth behoufe corragious knightes on this wyse for to do That is to stryue for to obtayne the victorey and prayse That lasts for aye when death shal end that find of these our dais Wherefore be bold feare no fate the gods for you shall fight For they be iust and will not se that you in case of right Shall be desstrest wherefore attend and do your busey payne The crabyd rage of enymyse by forse for to restrayne And as to me your trusteynes hath here to fore be knowne So
seiste be firste the man that shall the Citie wyn How how now for to flye all ready they begynne Go make your liuely battel let it be longe eare you can win the Citie and when you haue won it let Horestes bringe out his mother by the arme let the droum sease playing the trumpet also when she is takē let her knele downe and speake Horestes With lyuely hartes my troumpeters exault your tubal sound And now my sodyers in your harts let courrage eke be found Com let vs go the godes for vs shall make an easey waye Spare none alyue for I am bent to seke their great decaye Clytemnestra A lack what heaps of myschefes great me selly wight torment Now is the tyme falune me vpon which I thought to preuent Yet best I seke my lyfe to saue perhappes he will me here A lacke reuengment he dothe craue for slaying his father dere Yf aney sparke of mothers bloud remaynd within thy breste Oh gratious child let now thine eares vnto my words be prest Pardon I craue Horestes myne saue now my corpes frō death Let no man saye that thou wast cause I yeldyd vp my breath I haue offendyd I do confesse yet saue my lyfe I praye And to they mother this request o knight do not denaye Horestes For to repent this facte of thyne now that it is to late Can not be thought a recompence for kylling of thy mate Go haue her hence therfore with spede se her sureley kepte And for the fact a fore thou dydest thou surley shouldst haue wept go out with on of the sodiares Vyce Nay far you wel in fayth you haue an aunswer get you hence Oundes of me I would not be in her cote for forty pence Nay nay a way far well a dew now now it is to late When stede is stollen for you in south to shut the stable gate She should haue wept whē first she went the king about to slay Let Horestes syth hard It makes no matter she foull well dyd brede her owne decaye Ounds of me what meane you man begyn you now to faynt Iesu god how styll he syttes I thinke he be a saynt Ooooo you care not for me nay sone I haue don I warrant ye wepe but let Horestes ryse bid him pease Horestes By all the godes my hart dyd fayle my mother for to se From hye estate for to be brought to so great myserey That all most I had graunted lyfe to her had not this be My fathers death whose death in south chefe causer of was she Vyce Euen as you saye but harke at hand Egistus draweth nye Who purposieth the chaunce of war Horestes for to trye Let Egistus enter set hys men in a raye let the drom playe tyll Horestes speaketh Horestes And by the godes I purpose eke my honour to defend Com on my men kepe your araye for now we do pretend Eather to be the conqerer or elles to dye in felde Lyft vp your hartes and let vs se how ye your blose can yeld Egistus Lyke manley men adresse your selues to get immortall fame Yf ye do flye lo what doth rest behynde but foull defame Strike vp your drūs let trūpets soūd your baners eke display And I my selfe as captayne to you wyll lead the waye Horestes Thou traytor to my father dere what makest the here in feld Repent the of thy wyckednes and to me strayght do yeld Egistus Thou pryncoks boy bastard slaue thinks thou me to subdew It lyeth not with in thy powre thou boye I tell the trew But yf I take thy corpes it shal be a fode the byrdes to fede Stryke vp your droums forward now to wars let vs prosede stryke vp your drū fyght a good whil then let sum of Egistus mē flye thē take hym let Horestes drau him vyolentlye let the drūs sease Horestes Oh vyllayne trayghtor now ye gods ne mortall man shall saue Thy corps frō death for blud for blud my fathers deth doth craue Oh tyraunt fyrse couldest thou voutsafe my father so to slaye But now no forse for thou hast wrought at last thine one decay Egistus A lacke a lacke yet spare my lyfe Horestes I the praye Horestes Thy lyfe naye trayghtor vyle that chefe I do denaye For as thou hast deseruyd so I shall thy facte requit That once couldst seme to me mine for to work such dispight Therfore com forth and for thy facte receaue dew punnishmēt Repent I say this former lyfe for this is my iudgment That for my fathers death the which we finde the chefe to be The causer of thou shalt be hanged where we thy death may se And as thou for my fathers death dew punnishment receiue So shall my mother in lykewise for that she gaue the leaue Him for to slaye and eke to it with good will condysende Therfore com of and sone dyspatch that we had made an end Egistus Ah heauey fate chaunce most yll wo worth this hap of mine For giue my faute you sacryd godes and to my wordes incline Your gracious eare for causer furst I was this is most plaine Of Agamemnous death wherefore I must receaue this paine Pardon I craue voutsafe ye godes the same to graunt it me Now sodier worke thy wyll in hast I praye the harteley fling him of the lader then let on bringe in his mother Clytēnestra but let her loke wher Egistus hangeth Clytemnestra Ah heauey fate would god I had in tormoyle great byn slayne Syth nothing can Horestes hands frō sheding bloud restraine Vyce How chaunce you dyd not thē lament his father whē you slew But now when death doth you preuent to late it es for to rew Clytemnestra Yet hope I that he will me graunt my lyfe that I should haue Vyce Euen as much as thou voutsafest his fathers lyfe to saue Therfore com of we must not stey all daye to wayght on the Lo myghtye prince for whom ye sent lo preasent here is she Clytemnestra Haue mercy sonne quight remitte this faute of mine I pray Be mercyfull Horestes myne and do not me denaye Consider that in me thou hadest they hewmayne shape cōposid That thou shouldst slay thy mother son let it not be disclosyd Spare to perse her harte with sword call eke vnto thy mynd Edyppus fate and as Nero showe not thy selfe vnkynde Take downe Egistus and bear him out Horestes Lyke as a braunche once set a fyare doth cause the trée to bourne As Socrates supposeth so a wicked wight doth tourne Those that be good and cause them eke his euell to sequest Wherefore the poete Iuuenal doth thinke it for the beste That those that lyue lycentiousley should brydlyd be with payne And so others that elles would syn therby they might restrain For thus he sayeth that Cities are well gouerned in dede Where punnishment for wycked ones by lawe is so decrede And not decrede but exersyesd