'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
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
which from the Princely Ocean ranne Are quite dry'd vp onely Electra here Our deare Electra whose great weight of loue Is in our ballance equally so poys'd That shee shall euer thinke her father liues Our heart shall be so parallell with hers El. Yes great Aegystheus wer 't but our mothers will What she thinkes good of I must not thinke ill Besides your loue e'r since my fathers death As 〈…〉 ame from his departing soule And 〈◊〉 with had reuiu'd againe in you 〈…〉 prospectiu for me to see 〈…〉 oubled though the obiect 's chang'd 〈…〉 a brother if you please That I may challenge in your royall blood Here doe I tie with all affections bands My selfe vnto this Babe which is as deare Vnto my soule as were Orestes here Clyt. Daughter your heart now with obedience strung Makes a sweet musique sounding from your tongue Nurse bring the Babe giue it Electra so You daughter shall haue ouersight of it Nutr. O shall I part from 't then Clyt. No good Nurse no Electra with her care you with your paines Nutr. Now by Lucina had it gone away I should haue sit and sob'd away my heart 'T is the sweetest Babe that euer Nurse did kisse Aegyst. Looke here good father looke my nobles here Vpon this Babe scarce crept yet out of earth For you shall grow an Autumn of ripe yeeres When time hath brought it to maturity Looke on thy Grandchilde Tyndarus see 't is thine This came from thee old man see how it smiles Vpon the Grandsire as if wise nature had Taught him his kindreds names fore he came forth Tynd. I see 't Aegystheus and my ag'd blood grows warme As if my selfe were a new father made And all the blessings I can render it Shal drop like golden showers on the head Me thinks it doth recall my sliding age And makes swift time retire backe againe It doth vnfold those wrincles in my face Which griefe and yeeres had fixed as their signes Vpon my brow and now it shall be seene Althoug my hayres are gray my ioyes are greene Clyt. Long may our father his opinion hold And you our daughter let not sinister thoughts Wrong your suspicious minde though this being young It makes our Lord and me to speake our ioyes Yet our affection and our naturall loue Is not a whit to you diminished A mother can be mother vnto many And as from one roote hid within the ground Springs many flowers that lends sap to all So from a parents heart runne veines of loue Which though to many they without doe flow Yet from one heart one root they all doe grow Elect. I hope our gracious mother cannot thinke We doe suspect her loue witnesse this charge Which you haue bless'd my armes and soule withall And as your loue committed it with care My care shall still defend it with my loue Aegyst. We thanke our daughter come Lord Strophius come Griefe still sits heauy on your sighing heart Be frolike learne of vs in all the grace And pleasure our Court extends you shall haue place Stroph. I thanke my gracious Lord time hath by this Almost eate out the memory of our sonne And since the heauens let fall their dew on you And watred Argos with such springing hopes I will not seeme a stocke vncapable Of such a generall comfort but reuiue My buried thoughts and for my Souerignes sake Old Strophius will a young mans person take Aegyst. We thanke old Strophius and if honour can Keepe thee still young our Princely hand is wide And freely shall extend all graces on thee And you all our subiects which beare part Thus in our ioy and here I doe proclaime And personally from my owne mouth pronounce Sealing it with the signet of my State A generall immunity to all Murders rapes treasons thefts conueyances Which haue beene from the birth of our deare childe In all the confines of our Empire done Nor shall your licence date be quite expired Till the slow yeere seuen times runnes out his course Our selfe thus speake it vntill then all 's free Kings win their subiects by immunity Exeunt omnes Manet Strophius Electra Stroph. Electra you are happy in your charge Electr. Yes Vncle and you happy in my fauour Nur. Madam shal I stay here vntil you come comes back Electr, Yes Nurse sit downe and sing looke to the Babe I 'll onely with my Vncle change a word Nurse sings Lullaby lullaby Baby Great Argos ioy The King of Greece thou art borne to be In despight of Troy Rest euer wait vpon thy head Sleepe close thine eyes The blessed guard tend on thy bed Of Deities O how this brow will beseeme a crowne How these lockes will shine Like the raies of the Sun on the ground These lockes of thine The Nurse of heauen still send thee milk Maist thou suck a Queene Thy drinke Ioues Nectar and cloaths of silke A God mayst thou seeme Cupid sit on this Rosean cheeke On these rubie lips May thy minde like a Lambe be meeke In the vales which trips Lullaby Lullaby Baby c. Elect. You neuer heard from my brother Vncle Nor from your sonne they haue beene long away Stroph. In troth Electra I am in despaire Almost of euer seeing them againe Sure if Orestes liue and euer heare Vnto what passe Aegystheus brings his state Seated him in the throne of his mothers bed And like to leaue Argos hereditary To his posterity it cannot e'r be borne Orestes spirit will endure no scorne Elect. Vncle his long delayes make mee surmise Or he will neuer come or come with prize Hee if now come hee must not shew himselfe But liue vnknowne vnnam'd or change his name Str. His name Electra yes and 's nature too Which I doe feare me hee will hardly doe But if we hear not from them now e're long I 'll listen by some meanes about the land To heare of them meane time you to your charge Officious duty must our liues enlarge Elect. Come Nurse Exeunt SCEN. II. Enter Orestes and Pylades Orest. O here 's the Palace vnder whose kinde roofe My tender yeeres were gently fostered But now the sight on 't seemes to strike my soule When I but thinke it holds within the walls The patrons of such lust incarnate diuells Mere Pythonists that fascinate the world Pyl. Nay but Orestes thinke now of your selfe Complaine not of your wrongs but seeke to right them We might haue liu'd i' th woods still to complaine And to that purpose wee may turne againe Whet vp your former thoughts and spend not time To raue but to reuenge this odious act We know they were their shapes and no Chymera's Orest. O Pylades knew I thou art my friend Pyl. I hope you thinke it Orest. I doe I dare sweare it So I dare sweare it was Aegystheus and The dumbe witch the O what things enough To be an attribute to terme her by The Clytemnestra O wee saw her do 't Pyl. 'T was a
blacke deede indeede and past all thought Orest. O hell it selfe has not the patterne to 't Some stench some fogs vapours stop their breath Exhald from out the dampish wombe of Styx Did euer foule disastrous friendlike hands Cast vp so huge a heape of hell-bred mischiefe Were I to diue to 'th depth of Phlageton Or fetch young Ganimed from the armes of Ioue To rend Proserpina from Pluto's bed Or take the vulture from off Titius heart And set it on my mothers I 'd do 't I 'll breake ope doores and nayle 'em to their bed Harka reuenge calls mee I I come I come Pyl. Nay still outragious friend good now containe Your heady fury in wisedomes reyne Harken to my aduice Orest. I will deare friend Thou hast plaid musique to my dolefull soule And when my heart was tympaniz'd with griefe Thou lauedst out some into thy heart from mine And kepst it so from bursting thou hast tide With thy kinde counsell as these loosned strings They should not cracke asunder with their weight Pyl. Then listen now the best plot I can thinke Is this wee here will liue a while vnknowne Orestes thy profession shall be physicke I as your friend t' company you at Court Carry it neatly learne a few strange words Palliate your woe a while and coope vp griefe You may in time so minister to the King Physiques occasion fit reuenge may bring Orest. Rarely inuented I 'll speake Amphorismes Sublim'd purgations Quintessence distill'd Each dose I giue shall make a heart to bleed And proue a true Physician so indeed Enter Misander hauing o'r-heard their talke Mis. 'T was my good Genius guided me here now To heare conspiracie wherefore I 'll attach them Saue you Gentlemen Ore Saue you too if you please Pyl. Sir 't was small manners to interrupt our talke And giue no warning of your being neere Mis. Warning you shall haue warning yes I know I heard you both and vnderstood your plot You 'll turne Physician Sir and giue rare glisters Shall worke like Stibium to purge out hearts You thought to act well true Physicians parts Ore Therefore on thee our medicine first shall worke Mis. Help murder Ore Nay Parasite I 'll gag you Stabs him You shall not fawne againe or wag your tayle When the King nods Mis. O help me I am slaine Stop his breath quickly if but he be dead We may escape the danger of the treason Nay he is silent O but we are beset SCEN. III Enter a Lord and others at the out-cry Lor. LOoke out me thought I heard one cry out murder Some voyce I am sure did disturbe the court It was Misanders voyce me thought that cried Spies him dead And see hee 's slaine one whom the Kings esteeme Did ranke among the best there are the murderers Fellowes how durst you thus abuse the court Goe haste to 'th Kings tell him the men be here Pylad. Gentlemen we as louers to the court Came here as strangers for to see the King This man being comming out too soone for vs And for himselfe vs'd vs vnciuilly We haue been gentlemen though our Fortunes now Haue put on beggars weeds vpon our backs Who answering in the same sort he propos'd He strooke vs and men cannot indure blows So thinking much to be strooke againe He grew so hot he drew and made a Stab At which encounter both inclosing him 'Twixt vs he tooke a wound worse then we thought To giue for we did thinke to haue giuen none But since 't is thus we must appeale to th' King Lor. Yes and here comes his Maiesty in person SCEN. IV. Enter Aegystous with a guard Aegy A Guard there on vs here is murder don What is Misander kild our trusty seruant Where are the villaines Orest. O hold good heart harke harke he cals vs villaines Aegyst What is the matter speake how came he dead They shall die two deaths that did cause him one Orest. O I am now vndon he must sit iudge To condemne vs that should massacre him Pyl. Nay keepe a temper hold good friend a while Lord My gracious Soueraigne these two be the men Which haue confess'd the deed AEgyst. Are you the men which thus abus'd our state Was 't one or both if both you both shall die If one that one we are iust in our decree SCEN. V. Enter Clyt. Tynd. Strophius Electra WHat is my Queene come here to heare the cause Wee 'll then ascend and iudge them instantly Ascends the throne Or. O crack my eye-strings let these balls drop out Or the quick sights like darts fly to their souls And pierce their entralls he King my mother Queen The Briseis and Achilles that in my dreame We come to be condemnd amongst our friends I will to speake to them Electra's there And Strophius your old father Pylades Pyl. Shew thy selfe valerous o'recome thy selfe If we be known we surely are condemn'd Aegyst. Father Lord Strophius sit and heare the cause Clyt. Why my Lord what is 't makes the busines thus Aegyst. My queene shall strait way know bring them away Although it is not fallen out of our minde Of a free act or pardon of all faults Committed in the date of such a time Our hand of mercy must not be so soft To couer or'e with gentle lenity Such vlcerous sores as these there is no place For mercy left murder must not find grace Therefore our doome is past one needs must die Blood still for blood vnto the gods will cry Orest Then if thy doome be spent great King here stands The man that did it shewing his guilty hands Pylad. O hold thy doome a while it was not he His serious studies in the learned Arts Hearing acute Philosophers dispute 'twixt life and death and of a future state Would faine haste to it but the man was I Beleeue not him 't was his desire to die Orest. No King 't is he which in his desperate thoughts Would loose the bands betwixt his soule and him Ones selfe against ones selfe is witnes store My selfe confesses what wouldst thou haue more kneels Pyl. Beleeue him not vpon my knees I vow These hands are only branded with the guilt And for ones blood let not two liues be spilt Orest. And on my knees I the like oath doe take I gaue the stab my dagger 's bloody yet Pylad. That was my dagger King he took 't from me Or. He do's me wrong by heauen 't was euer mine Aegyst. This doth amaze vs I ne're yet saw two Turns Rhetoricians so to plead for death Would not the pardon of this odious fact Like a foule stench or an vnwholesome ayre Send an infectious vapour through the land And choake vp Iustice this fidelity Should for this one time set two murderers free Cly. Now good my loue me thinkes I pitty them And prethee for my sake I know them not Abate thy edge of Iustice for this once Orest. O what she spoke to dambe it had been better Aegyst. My
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