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
in punnyshinge of those Which law ne pain frō waloing still in vice their mind dispose And as thou hast byn chiefes cause of yelding vp they breath So call to minde thou wast the cause of Agamemnons death For which as death is recompence of death so eke with the For kyllinge of my father thou now kylled eke shault be This thinge to se accomplyshyd reuenge with the shall go Now haue her hence sieth that you all my iudgment here do kno Clytemnestra A lacke a lack with drawe thy hand my son from sheding bloud Vyce Thou art a foule thus for to prate this doth Horestes good Com on a way thou doust no more but him with words molest A foulyshe foull that thou wart ded he takes it for the best Clytemnestra Knele downe Yf euer aney pytie was of mother plante in the Let it apeare Horestes myne and showe it vnto me Horestes What pyttie thou on father myne dydest cursedley bestowe The same to the at this present I purpose for to showe Therfore Reuenge haue her a way and as I iudgment gaue So se that she in order lyke her punishment dew haue Let Clytemnestra wepe and go out reueng also Vyce Let me alone com on a way that thou weart out of sight A pestelaunce on the crabyd queane I thinke thou do delyght Him to molest com of in hast and troubell me no more Come on com on it es all in vaine and get you on a fore Horestes Now syeth we haue the conquest got of all our mortall fose Let vs prouide that occasion we do not chaunce to lose Stryke vp your droumes for enter now we wyll the citie gate For nowe resestaunce none there is to let vs in thereat Enter in fame let all the sodyers folow him in araye Fame As eache man bendes him selfe so I report his fame in dede Yf yll thē yll through iarne trūp his fame doth straigh prosede Yf good then good through golden trūp I blo his lyuely fame through heauēs throgh earth surgīg sease I bere abrod the same perhaps what wind me heather driues with in your mid̄s you muse From Crete I com to you my frends I bring this kind of newse That Agamemnons brother is ariuyd in this land And eke with him his ladey fayre Quene Helen vnderstand Whom for to se a great frequent of people their aryue This newse to shew at this present me heather now dyd driue enter the Vyce singing this songe Vyce A Newe master a newe No lenger I maye Abyde by this daye Horestes now doth rew A new master a new And was it not yll His mother to kyll I pray you how saye you A new master a new Nowe it es to late To shut the gate Horestes gines to rew Fame Deniquod non paruas animo dati gloria vires Et foecunda facit pectora laudis amor As Ouid sayeth I am in dede the spure to each estate For by my troumpe I often cause the wicked man to hate Is fylthey lyfe and eke I stoure the good more good to be So much the hart and will of man is lynked vnto me Vyce A new master a new naye I wyll go Tout tout Horestes is be a newe man Now he sorroweth to bad that it is so Yet I wyll oresse him by his oundes and I can Who Saintie amen God morrowe mystres Nan By his oundes I am glad to se the so trycke Nay may I be so bould at your lyppes to haue a lycke Iesus how coye do you make the same You neauer knew me afore I dare saye In fayth in fayth I was to blame That I made no courchey to you by the waye Who berladye Nan thou art trym and gaye Woundes of me she hath winges also Who whother with a myschefe doust thou thinke for to go To heauen or to hell to pourgatorye or spayne To Venys to pourtugaull or to the eylles Canarey Nay stay a whyle for a myle or twayne I wyll go with the I sweare by saynt marey Wylt thou haue a bote Nan ouer seay the to carey For yf it chaunce for to rayne as the weathers not harde It may chaunce this trym geare of thine to be marde Fame Omnia si perdis famam seruare memento Qua semel amissa postia nullus eris Aboue eache thinge kepe well thy fame what euer that thou lose For fame once gone they memory with fame a way it gose And it once lost thou shalt in south accomptyd lyke to be A drope of rayne that faulyth in the bosom of the sée Me fame therfore as Ouid thinkes no man hath powre to hold To those with whom I please to dwell I am more rich thē gold What causid som for countris soyle them selues to perrell cast But that the knew that after death the fame of thers shall last Not on but all do me desiare both good and bad lykewyse As maye apeare yf we perpend of Nerose enterpryse Which first did cause his masters death eke wheras he laye In mothers wound to se in south his mother dyd straight slay With this Horestes eke takes place whose father being slayn throgh mothers gile frō mothers blod his hāds could not refraīe But lyke as he reuengyd the death of father in his eyare So fathers brother in lyke sort Reuenge hath set on fyare For he is gon for to request the ayde of prynces great So sore his hart is set on fyare throught raging rigorus heat What to detarmayne all the kynges of Grece aryued be At Nestores towne that Athens highte their iudgment to decre Vyce Oundes harte and nayles naye now I am drest Is the kinge Menalaus at Athenes aryued And I am be hind to be packinges the best Least the matter in south to sone be contryued Auxilla humilia firma consensus facit this allwayes prouided That consent maketh suckers most sure for to be Well I wyll be their strayght wayse you shall se Go out Fame As Publius doth well declare we ought chefest to se Vnto our selues that nought be don after extremite Abalio expectes alteri quod feceris For loke what mesure thou dost meate the same againe shal be At other tyme at others hand repayde againe to the Therefore I wyshe eache wight to do to others as he would That they in lyke occasion vnto him offer would Wel forth I must som newse to here for fame no where cā stay But what she hears throughout ye would abrod she doth display Go out Prouicion Make roume and gyue place stand backe there a fore For all my speakinge you presse styll the more Gyue rome I saye quickeley and make no dalyaunce It is not now tyme to make aney taryaunce The kinges here do com therefore giue way Or elles by the godes I wyll make you I saye Lo where my Lord Kynge Nestor doth com And Horestes with him Agamemnons sonne Menelaus a kyng lykewyse of great fame Make rome I saye before their with shame Nestor Nowe