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
⧠A NEWE Enterlude of Vice Conteyninge the Historye of Horestes with the cruell reuengment of his Fathers death vpon his one naturall Mother by Iohn Pikeryng The players names The Vice Rusticus Hodge Horestes Idumeus Councell Clytemnestra Halltersycke Hempstryng Nestor Menalaus A woman Sodyer Nobulle Nature Prouisyon Harrauld Sodyer Truthe Fame Hermione Dewtey Messenger Egestus Commones ☞ The names deuided for vi to playe The fyrst the Vice and Nature and Dewtey 3. 2. Rusticus Idumeus 2. Sodyer Menelauus Nobulles 5. 3. Hodge Counsell Messenger Nestor Commones 5. 4. Horestes a woman Prologue 3. 5. Haulltersicke Sodyer Egistus Harrauld Fame Truth and Idumeus 7. 6. Hempstrynge Clytemnestra Prouisyon Hesmione 4. ¶ Imprinted at London to fletestrete at the signe of the Falcon by Wylliam Gryffith and are to be solde at his shope in S. Dunstons Churcheyearde Anno. 1567 The Vyce A Syrra nay soft what let me see God morrowe to you syr how do you fare Sante a men I thincke it wyll be the next day in the morning before I com thear Well forwarde I wyll for to prepare Some weapons armour the catiues to quell I lle teache the hurchetes agayne to rebell Rebell ye syr how saye you there to What you had not beste their partes to take Houlde the content foole and do as I do Or elles me chaunce your pate for to ake Ye and that 's more for feare thou shalt quake Before Horestes when in good south he Shall arryue in this lande reuenged to bée Well forwarde I wyll thynges to pouruaye In good south for the wares as I shall thincke good Farre well good man dotterell and marke what I saye Or eles it may chaunce you to seke a new houd You would eate no more cakbread I thinke then by the roud If that that same poulle from your shoulderes were hent You would thincke you were yll if so you were shent Hear entryth Rustycus hodge Rustycus I hyll neuer nabore hodge haue a glade harte Tyll Egistous the Kynge hath for his desarte Receiued dew punnyshment for this well I knowe Horrestes to Crete with Idumeous dyd go When his father was slayne by his Mother most yll And therefore I thincke that com heather he wyll And reuenge the iniurey of his mother most dyare wastinge our land with zworde and with vyare Hodge Iesu nabor with vyar and zworde zaye you ze By gys nabor I hyll zaue one I tro For iche haue smaull good by gise for to lose And therefore iche care not how euer it gose But I hyll not be zlayne I hyll loue nothinge worsse I hyll neuer be bournt for the mony in my pourse Iche haue small rouddockes and sodyers I kno Wyll robbe the riche chorles and let the poore knaues go Vyce A syrre nowe steye and pause their a whyle Be not to hastye but take all the daye Be God I am wearey with comming this myle And hauing no money my horse heyare to paye Who how I rode on my fete all the waye Iesu what ground since yesterday at none Haue I gut thorow with this pare of shoune Rusticus Nabor hodge be goge hatche none I beare That this lyttell hourchet the devayaunce doth beare Come let vs go and of him in good south We woll conquear out the verey truth Vyce Hurchyt goges oundes gyppe with a wanyon Ar you so loustey in fayth good man clound Oundes hart and nayles this is a franion I lle teache you to floute me I hould you a pounde O that it weare not in fayth for my gound It wyll I be knoc vm yet for all that Hodge Hould good master you mare my new hat Fight Vyce Ha ha he mar his hat quoth he thear was all his thought Tout tout for the blose he set not a pyn That garment is dyer that with blose is bought Well sieres to in treat me syth you begyn I am contentyd my blade now shaull in But tell me syeres tell me no whearefore of me The cause on this sort your taullkynge should be Rusticus By gis and iche I hyll master for all my great payne Of this matter to you to tell the very playne My naybor hodge and I in good south Mot hear in the veldes I tell you the truth Now as we wear talkinge marke what I zaye You came in straight and of vs crost the waye Which thinge for zartyn when I dyd espye This fancey vlouncht in my head by and by And to hodge I zayde that by gys I dyd veare That your masshyp good master the devyaunce doth beare And be cause you weare lyttell and of stature but smaull Your person a hourchet in fayth I dyd caull But by gis be contentyd vor I hyll neauer more Ofvend you a gains but cham zorey thearuore Vyce Yf they weare not twayne I cared not a poynt But two is to meyney the prouerbe douth tell Elles be his oundes I would iobard this ioynt And teache them agaynste me againe to rebell O that I wear a bull the knaues vor to quell Then would I tryomphe passinge all measure Hodge Zentyll man zentyll man at your owne pleasure In fayth we be and thearfore we praye What they name is to vs vor to zaye Vyce My name would ye kno marrey you shaull Harke frynde fourst to the I wyll it declare Master pacience master pacience many on doth me caull But com heather nabor hodge thou must haue a share By gys vnto the I wyll not spare The same for to showe whearfore my frend My name is pacience if thou it perpend Hodge Past shame Godes gée naybor past shame By godes de naybor thates a tryccom name Vyce Tell a mare a tall and shye ll gerd out a fart Se bow the as my wordes douth mystake Would it not anger a saynt at the hart To se what a scoffe of my name he douth make O oundes of me as still as a stake He standith nought caring what of him maye be tyde Be his woundes I wod haue a arme or a syde Sought let me se it is best to be styll Good slepinge in a hole skynne ould foulkes do saye Not withstanding I wis ill haue myne owne wyll Naye I wyll be reuenged by his oundes and I maye Syrra you good man Rustycus marke what I saye Harke in thine eare man this dyd I see A hoge of thyne wearyed to be Rusticus Godes gée maister pacience I praye you me tell What horsen chorles doge my hogge so dyd quell Iche zware by gise and holye zaynt blyue I hyll bezwinge him and ich be a lyue By godes de cham angry and not well content Chould ha wear hear chould make him repent Ich had rather gyuen vore stryke of corne Then to had my hogge on this wyse forlorne But if I knewe whous dogge chould be Reuenged well inough iche warrent the Vyce Ha ha he by god Rusticus I maye saye in no game I knowe the person whose dogge so did flaye Thy hogge fye
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
now to this Horestes here let eke the same be showne Be to his heastes obaydient be stoute to take in hand Such enterpryse which he shal thinke most for his state to stād Which if you do the same is youres the glorey and renoune That shal arise of this your facts throughout the world shal soūd The which you may I pray the godes your gydes here in to be And now farwell but not that well that I haue sayde to ye Sodyeares The godes presarue your grace for aye you defend from wo That we haue don as you cōmaūd ful wel your grace shal kno Idumeus Now harke Horestes sith thou must of men the gyder be And that the wyll of godes it is thou must now part from me Take yet my last commaundement beare it in thy minde Let now they men courragiousnes in the their captayne finde And as thou art courragious so lyke wyse let their be For safegard of thy men a brayne well fraught with pollicye For ouer rashe in doinge ought doth often damage bringe Therfore take councell first before thou dost anye thinge For councell as Plaato doth tell is sure a heauenly thinge And Socrates a certaynte doth say councell doth brynge Of thinges in dout for Lyuy sayes no man shall him repent That hath before he worked ought his tyme in councell spent And be thou lybraull to thy men and gentell be also For the way at thy wil thou mayst haue them through fire to go And he that shall at any tyme deserue ought well of the Soffer him not for to depart tyll well reward he be Thus haue you hard horestes mine remembar well the same In doing thus you shall pourchas to the immortaull fame The which I hope you wyll assaye for to atchife in dede The gods the blis when in the war thou forward shalt procede Horestes I thanke your grace and now of you my leaue I here do take Idumeus Imbrase him Farwell my sonne Horestes I thy partinge yll shall take Yet eare thou go let me imbrace the once I the do praye A lacke alacke that now from me thou must nedes part away Yet whyell thou art in preasent place receaue of me this kys Kys him Farwell good knight for now I shal thy swete imbrasings mys Horestes The sacred godes presarue and saue thy state oh king I pray And send the helth and after death to rayne with him for aye Come on my men let vs depart Sodyers March about and go out As please your grace with all our hart Idumeus Ah ah how greuous is his parting now my councell vnto me The Godes him bles send him helth I pray them hartele Wo worth the time the day and our now may Horestes wayle And Clytemnestra may lament that so she dyd assayle His father deare for now on bloud Horestes mind is set And to reuenge his fathers death sure nought their is can let In voyding of a mischefe smal they haue wrought their decay For now nought elles in Horestes but sore reueng bears sway Councell For to causes my soferayne lord reuengment ought to be The on least others be infecte with that that they shall se Their princes do the other is that those that now be yll May be reuoked and may be taught for to subdew their wyll Plato a wyse phylosopher dyd thinke it for to be A Prynceley facte when as a King shall punnishe seriousley Such persons as dyd trayne their lyfe to follow that was naught that which their prīce at ani time shal by mischaūce haue wroght Protegeus an euell kinge a carrayne lykenes to Which all the place about the same to stinke causeth to do Therefore O king if that her faute should vnreuengyd be A thousand euylles would insu their of your grace should se Her faute is great and punnyshment it is worthy for to haue For by that meane the good in south frō duūgers may be saufe For lo the vnyuersaull scoll of all the world we knowe Is once the pallace of a kinge where vyces chefe do flow And as to waters from on head and fountayne oft do spring So vyce and vertue oft do flo from pallace of a kinge Whereby the people seing that the kinge adycte to be To prosecute the lyke they all do labor as we se Therfore the gods haue wylled thus Horestes for to take His iorney and a recompence for fatheres death to make Idumeus Sith gods haue wild the same to be good lucke the gods him send Com on my councell now from hence we purpose for to wend Go out Enter Egistus Clytēnestra singinge this songe to the tune of king Salomon Egistus ANd was it not a worthy sight Of Venus childe kinge Priames sonne To steale from Grece a Ladye bryght For whom the wares of Troye begon Naught fearinge daunger that might faull Lady ladie From Grece to Troye he went with all My deare Lady Clytemnestra When Paris firste ariued there Where as dame Venus worshyp is And bloustringe fame abroade dyd beare His lyueley fame she dyd not mys To Helena for to repayre Her for to tell Of prayse and shape so trym and fayre That dyd exzell Egistus Her beautie caused Paris payne And bare chiefe sweye with in his mynde No thinge was abell to restraine His wyl some waye fourth for to finde Where by he might haue his despyare Lady ladye So great in him was Cupids fyare My deare ladye Clytemnestra And eke as Paris dyd desyear Fayre Helena for to possesse Her hart inflamid with lyke fyear Of Paris loue despiard no lesse And found occasion him to mete In Cytheron Where each of them the other dyd grete The feast vppon Egistus Yf that in Paris Cupides shafte O Clytemnestra toke such place That tyme ne waye he neuer left Tyll he had gotte her comley grace I thinke my chaunce not ill to be Ladye ladye That ventryd lyfe to purchase ye My dere ladye Clytemnestra Kynge Priames sonne loued not so sore The gretian dame they brothers wyfe But she his person estemed more Not for his sake sauinge her lyfe Which caused her people to be slayne With him to flye And he requight her loue a gayne Most faythfullye Egystus And as he recompence agayne The fayre quene Hellyn for the same So whyle I lyue I wyll take payne My wyll alwayes to yours to frame Syth that you haue voutsafe to be Ladye ladye A Queene and ladye vnto me My deare ladye Clytemnestra And as she louyd him best whyle lyfe Dyd last so tend I you to do Yf that deuoyd of warr and stryfe The Godes shall please to graunt vs to Syeth you voutsafest me for to take O my good knyght And me thy ladye for to make My hartes delyghte Egistus As ioyfull as the warlyke god is Venus to behoulde So is my hart repleate with ioye much more a thousand fould Oh Lady deare in that I do posses my hartes delyghte Let the trūpet blowe with in What menes this
sound for very much it doth my hart a flight Clytemnestra Feare nought at all Egistus myne no hourt it doth pretend But lo me thinkes a messenger to vs heather doth wend enter Messenger The Gods presarue your eaquall state send you of their blys Clytemnestra Welcom good messenger what newese I pray the with the is Messenger Y ft please your grace euen now their is aryued in this land The mightey knight Horestes with a mightey pewsaūt band Who purposith for to inuade this Mycoene Citie stronge And as he goese he leyse both tower and castell all alonge It boutes no man defence to make for yf he wyll not yeld By sodyeres rage he straight is slayne in mydest of the felde Go out Clytemnestra Ah syr is he come in dede he is wellcom by this daye Egistus now in south with spede from hence take you your way In to our realme and take vp men our tyghtull to defend Tyll your retourne this Citie I to kepe do sure intend For all his strength he shall not get to entter once hear in The walles be strong and for his forse I sure set not a pyn Enter a-woman lyke a beger rounning before they sodier but let the sodier speke first but let the woman crye first pitifulley Egistus Syth you be abell to defend this Citie as you saye Farwell in south to get men I now wyll take my waye And sone againe I wyll returne his pamprid pryd to tame Clytemnestra Farwell Egistus and in south I strayght will do the same Sodyer Yeld the I saye and that by and by Or with this sword in fayth thou shalt dye Woman Oh with a good wyll I yeld me to the Good master sodier haue mercye on me My husband thou hast slayne in most cruell-wyse Yet this my prayer do now not dyspyse Sodier Go a fore her let her fal downe vpō the al to be beate him Come on then in hast my prysoner thou art Come followe me I saye we must nedes depart Woman A horson slaue I wyll teach the in faye To handle a woman on an other waye To put me in feare without my dezarte I wyll teache the in faye to playe such a parte Sodyer Be contentyd good woman and thou shalt be Neauer heare after molysted for me Woman Naye vyllyn slaue a mendes thou shalt make In that thou be fore me as prysinor dydest take Nowe I haue cought the and my prysoner thou art By his oundes horson slaue this gose to they harte Sodyer Naye saue my lyfe for I wyll be Thy prysoner and lo I yelde me to the take his weapons let him ryse vp then go out both Enter the Vyce synginge this song to the tune of the Paynter Woman Come wend thou with me and they wepon thou shalt haue Syth that thou voutsafyste my lyfe for to saue Vyce Stand backe ye slepinge iackes at home And let me go You lye syr knaue am I a mome Why saye you so Tout tout you dare not come in felde For feare you shoulde the goste vp yelde With blose he gose the gunne shot flye It feares it seares and their doth lye A houndreth in a moment be Disstroyed quight Syr sause in fayth yf you shoulde se The gonne shot lyght To quake for feare you would not stynte When as by forse of gounshotes dynte The rankes in raye are tooke awaye As pleaseth fortune oft to playe But in this stower who beares the fame But onley I Reuenge Reuenge wyll haue the name Or he wyll dye I spare no wight I feare none yll But with this blade I wyll them kyll For when myne eayre is set on fyare I rap them I snap them that is my desyare Farwell a dew to wares I muste In all the hast My cosen cut pursse wyll I truste Your pursse well tast But to it man and feare for nought Me saye to the it is well fraught Wyth ruddockes red be at a becke Beware the arse breake not thy necke Go out Horestes entrith with his bande marcheth about the stage Horestes Come on my sodyers for at home aryued their we be Where as we must haue our desyare or els dye manfulley The walles be hye yet I intend vppon them first to go And as I hope you sodierrs will your captayne eke follow Yf I forsake to go before then fley you eke be hynde And as I am so eke I trust my sodyers for to finde Com hether harauld go proclame this mine intēt straightway To yonder citite say that I am come to their decaye Vnlesse they yeld I will destroye both man woman childe And eke their towers that for the war so strongly they do bylde Byd them in hast to yeld to me for nough I do a But for their aunswear or elles fourth with for thē theres prouid Let the trūpet go towarde the Citie and blowe Harraulde Your gratious minde straight shal be don cum trōpet let vs go That I haue don your message wel your grace ful wel shal kno Horestes Hye the apase and let me haue agayne an aunsweare sone And then a non thou shalt well se what quickely shal be done Let the trūpet leaue soundyng let Harrauld speake Clitemnestra speake ouer the wal Harraulld How whow is their that kepes the gate giue eare my words vnto Clytemnestra what wouldst thou haue harald declare what hast thou her to do Harauld My master bydes the yeld to him this citie out of hande Or elles he will not leaue on stone on other for to stand And all things elles within this towne he wil haue at his wil As pleaseth him by any meanes to saue or elles to spyll What you will now therfore declare aunswere to him send Clytemnestra This Citie here against him and his I wyll defende Harrauld Then in his name I do defye both the and all with in Clytemnestra By him and his tell him in south we do not set a pyn Harrauld Yf it please your grace this word she sends she wil not yeld to ye But yf you com vnto your harme she sayes that it shal be Let the haraulde go out here Horestes Sith that my grace and eke good wil they on such sort dispise For to destroye both man and chyld I surely do deuyse Com on my men bend now your forse this Citie for to wyn Saue no mans lyfe that once should make rysistaunce there with in And when you shall posses the towne haue all things at wil Loke out my mother but to her do ye no kynde of yll Let her not die though that she would desiar the death to haue For other wyse my fathers death reuengment doth craue Sodyer We shall your hestes obaye with spede oh captayne we desiar That we were therefor to reuenge our hartes are set on fyar Vyce Lyke men by God I sweare well sayd Horestes let vs gow Nowe to thy men lyke manley hart I praye the for to showe And as thou