THE TRAGEDY OF ORESTES Written by THOMAS GOFFE Master of Arts and Student of Christs Church in OXFORD AND Acted by the STVDENTS of the same HOVSE LONDON Printed by I. B. for RICHARD MEIGHEN and are to be sold at his shop at the middle Temple-gate neere Temple-barre in Fleetstreet 1633 The Prologue THe hush'd contentment of two silent howres Breath pleasing ayres on these attentiue eares And since wee see in this well furnish'd roome All our best neighbours are so kindely met Wee would deuise some pleasing talke to spend The lazie howres of the tedious night But for our owne inuention 't was too weake Whereon our young Muse durst wholly leane We heere present for to reuiue a tale Which once in Athens great Eurypedes In better phrase at such a meeting told The learn'd Athenians with much applause The same we will retell vnto your eares Whose Atticke iudgement is no lesse then theirs We here as builders which doe oft take stones From out old buildings then must hew and cut To make them square and fitting for a new So from an old foundation we haue ta'n Stones ready squar'd for our new aedifice VVhich if in pleasing our weake skill offends In making corners disproportionate Some roome too narrow or some loft too high Yet we will hope if the whole structure fall Your bands like props will serue to beare vp all Spoken by the Authour himselfe The names of the Actors Agamemnon King of Greece Clytemnestra The Queene Tyndarus Clytemnestra's father Strophius Father to Pylades Orestes son to Agam Pylades son to Stroph Two deare friends Electra Daughter to Agamemnon Aegystheus Adulterer with Clytemnestra Mysander A Fauorite and Parasite A young Childe of Aegystheus Nurse Two Lords Chamberlaine A Boy Attendants The Tragedie of ORESTES Actus primus Scaena prima Enter as from warre Agamemnon Clytemnestra Orestes Pylades Aegysteus cum caeteris Agam. NOw a faire blessing blesse my dearest earth And like a Bride adorne thy royall brow With fruits rich Garand a new married Bride Vnto thy King and Husband who too long Hath left thee widdowed O me thinks I see How all my Grecians with vnsatiate lookes Turnes to the spectators And greedy eyes doe bid mee welcome home Each eare that heares the clamour seemes to grieue It cannot speake and giue a welcome King Come Clytemnestra let not anger make His wrinkled seat vpon my loues faire brow I haue too long beene absent from thy bed Chide me for that anon when arme in arme I shall relate those proiects in loue termes Which when they first were acted made Mars feare To see each man turn'd to a God of warre Clyt. O my deare Lord absence of things wee loue Thus intermixt makes them the sweeter proue That your departure pierc'd my tender soule Witnesse those Christall floods which in my eyes Did make a sea when you should goe to sea Those streames which then flow'd from the veines of griefe At your returne doe ouerflow the banks But t is with ioy Agam. Now these eares indeed Haue chang'd their place they which were wont to heare No musique but the summoning of warre Blowne thorow discords brazen instrument Are blessed now with accents that doe fill My age-dry'd veynes with youthfull blood againe These eyes which had no other obiect once But Hector twixt the armes of Greece and Troy Hewing downe men and making euery field Flow with a sea of blood now see 's blood flow In my Orestes cheeke heauen blesse this plant Orestes kneeles Sprung from the sap of this now iuicelesse oake Now be thy branches greene vnder whose shade I may be shaddowed from the heat of warre Rise young Orestes Oh how it glads my soule To see my Queene and Sonne my Sonne and Queene Clyt. But come my Lord true loue still hates delayes Let no eares first be blessed with your breath Till on my brest resting your wearied head You tell your warre where that the field 's your bed Aga. My Queen shal haue her wil see how times change I that last night thought all the world a sea As if our common mother earth had now Shot her selfe wholly into Neptunes armes And the strong hindges of the world had crackt Letting the moone fall into th' swelling waues Such watry mountaines oft did seeme to rise And quite o'rwhelme vs all the winds at warre Banded the sea one to the others coasts Ioue thinking Neptune gan to striue for heauen Sent a new sea from thence and with his thunder Bad silence to the waues they vncontrold Kept on their noyse and let their fury swell Turning heauen earth sea clouds and all to hell Such Troian that was saued then 'gan to cry Happy were they that did with Priam die It glads mee now to thinke that that night was No starre no not Orion there appear'd But this night 's turnd to day and heere doth shine For a good Omen my imbraced Queene With whom her Agamemnon still will stay Till age and death shall beare him quite away Exeunt Agamemnon Clytemnestra eumeateris SCEN. II. manet Egysteus Aegyst. ANd that shall be ere long tush shall be 's slow My vengefull thoughts tell mee thou now art dead Fie saint Apollo weakling infant-God Why wouldst thou let lame Vulcan's hammers beat Downe those braue Turrets which thou help'dst to build Venus I see thou art a woman now Which here are like to take a double foyle For me that whilome reueld in thy campe In the sweet pleasures of incestuous sheets Must leaue our lou'd vnsatiate desires But now begin thou blacke Eumenides You hand-mayds of great Dis let such a flame Of anger burne mee as doth Etna's forge On fury on our hate shall not die thus I 'll draw my poysonous arrow to the length That it may hit the marke and fly with strength Exit SCEN. III Enter Orestes Pylades Orest. COme now my dearest friend my other selfe My empty soule is now fild to the top Brimfull with gladnesse and it must runne o'r Into my deare friends heart those siluer hayres Which Time hath crown'd my Fathers brow withall Doe shine within mine eyes and like the Sunne Extract all drossie vapors from my soule Like as the earth whom frost hath long benumb'd And brought an Icie drinesse on her face Her veines so open at a sudden thaw That all plants fruits flowers and tender grafts Kept as close prisoners in their mothers wombe Starts out their heads and on a sudden doth The sad earths countenance with a summer looke So in this brest here in this brest deare friend Whiles Annus ten times circled in the world Ten clumzie winters and ten lagging springs Hath with my Fathers absence frozen beene All thoughts of ioy which now shall make a spring In my refreshed soule Things that wee daily see th' affections cloy Hopes long desired bring the greatest ioy Pyl. Nay but deare Cousin giue not the reines too much To new receiued ioyes lest that they runne With so much speed
that they out-Breath themselues Your Father is come home but being come Should now some wilfull afterclap of fate Which Omen Ioue forbid should come to passe But take him hence againe and crosse your ioy Each sparke of gladnesse which you now conceiue Would turne a flame for griefe still on extreme Altring his course turnes to the diuers theame Orest. Tush Pylades talke not of what may be Wee may indeed i' th' clearest afternoone Expect a storme Pyl. Yes and such stormes oft come And wet shrewd too before we get at home Orest. O but I 'll be above all fatall power I that have such a Father new come home I that have such a friend such too rare gifts Who gave mee these gifts thought no scowling frowne Of angry fortune e'r should throw mee downe Pyl. Call them not gifts Orestes th' are but lent Meere lendings friend and lendings we must pay When e'r the owner shall appoint his day Orest. True Pylades but owners vse to warne Their debters when they must bring in their summes But heauens tell mee with fauouring aspects I still must keepe their lendings and possesse With fro like ioy all their happinesse Pyl. Trust not the heavens too much although they smile Good looks doe mortall hearts too oft beguile The heauens are vsurers and as oft 't is seen A full poucht churle giue a most faire good Euen To his poore Creditor who trusting that Hath slackt his payment on the morrow next He hath beene rooted out by the tusky boare Which gaue thee faire good Euen the day before The heauens can doe thus too Orest. Tush mortalls must Leane on the sacred Heauen with greater trust But it growes farre in night come let vs in To morrow shall our ioyes a fresh begin Exeunt SCEN. IV. Enter Aegist Clyt. with naked daggers Agam. lying in his bed EGyst. Night now onely spred thy sable wings Ouer this climate gather all thy fogs That they may meet and make thy face more blacke Let horrid murder take thee by the hand And come along I haue a prodigie Equall to all the murders all the blood That hath been shed in all Troyes ten yeeres seige He draws the curtaine So snore returned King good Morpheus hang Thy leaden weights vpon his drowsie eyes Let him not wake till he shall see himselfe Drencht in a sea of his vermilian goare Thou doest no Troian now no Hector feare But yet I 'll shew thee a new Hector here Clyt. See I 'll turne man too now and to the hate Which women beare I 'll adde a manly strength My minde does tremble what I meane to doe Breath forth your vapors O ye stygian powers And listen to hatefull womans prayers Pluto stand by me for to aide my hand I may strike home now and performe an act May make Medea blush she thought not of Could the old dry bon'd dotard euer dreame Now he had drawn forth all his strength abroad He could be welcome to lye bedred here And supple his numbe ioynts in my fresh armes Aegyst. Spoke like a queene spoke like Aegysteus loue Now great Thyestes Genias which didst prompt Mee to this act come be spectator now And see reuenge for Athens bloody feast And thou wrong'd Clytemnestra call to minde How his vnsatiate lustfull loath'd desire Doted on euery female face he saw Rap't the Priests daughter and so brought a plague On all the Grecian host Clytem. yes yes Aegysteus yes And rap't yong Briseis from Achilles bed Crowd all reuengefull thoughts into this houre Now let thy sword let out that lustfull blood Wound him Aegisteus kill him not at once Aegist stabs him Wee 'll be true Tyrants let him feele he dies Agam. Helpe Clytemnestra helpe me my deare Queene Clytem. Yes dotard I will helpe thee thus yes thus Remember the Priests daughter this for her She stabs him And this for Briseis Agam. see my Grecians see Your King which you so gladly entertain'd Sol hide thy selfe in euerlasting night Or when thou risest let thy blushing face Make these to blush Clytem. I so curse on curse on Agam. O Clytemnestra O my once deare wife Is this the entertainment that thou giu'st Thy new come husband gratulat'st thou thus My ten yeers absence see these frosty haires Would euen mooue Hecuba to pittie me Looke on these aged armes which in this bed Thought to haue beene blessed with thy kinde imbrace Clytem. Yes mine or Cassandra's old adulterer Agam. Kinsman Aegisteus O my dearest wife Whom shall I call me thinkes you both are mine What Titius what Megaera hath put on Aegysteus and my Clytemnestra's shapes Aegyst. Calst thou vs friends Stabs him againe Agam. O be not so and I 'll not call you so Let not your coward weapons wound this head That earst did scorne to shrinke at Priams blow O hew me not downe thus for my sonns sake Deare Clytemnestra for Orestes sake Is this the Troian tale how I should tell That here great Hector slew Antiochus And here that Meontiades was slaine And poore Prothesilaus deare to Laodamie I thought to tell how these men lost their blood And see my blood is thus let forth at home Aegyst. Is your hot blood yet cold Clyt. breath dotard do You shall haue gapes inough to let your soule Finde a free passage to his deserued flames Agam. No pitty yet O then no pitty light On you nor yours but let dire reuenge Come learne how she may after handle you O I am drown'd in blood and now must yeeld To murderers weapons treason win's the field Alas this comming home hath had small ioy Argos hath worser foes then euer Troy Clyt. Now I am Clytemnestra right now I deserue To adde one more to the three Furies now Doe I count this more then my nuptiall night 'T is mine t is thine Egystheus and none else Shall share a minute of this right but we Egyst. Me thinks I now goe equall with the starres And my proud head toucheth the highest pole Harke Hell applauds me and me thinkes I heare A noyse Thyestes tell me I haue done enough And now I kisse my hands whilst yet they beare This tincture on them and embrace my Queene Now made my loue le ts in this night the Fates Haue amply fed vs with reuengefull cates Exeunt SCEN. V. Enter Orestes as from his bed vnbuttoned in slippers a torch in his hand WHat horrid dreams affright me I see naught That I should feare and yet me thinks I feare Mine eyes scarce clos'd my busie fancy saw A sight that dasht all comforts of the day Me thought my Father lying in his tent Hatefull Achilles for his wronged loue Comes in with Briseis and they two let forth Streames of fresh blood from out his aged side With that his Eccho'd schrieke did make me wake But I remembred then he was come home And yet I 'll see him still me thinks I quake Doe I still dreame are not mine eyes vnclos'd he drawes the curtaine Is this a torch yes 't
Greece fond Menelaus Thou which didst bring so many goodly shapes Taks vp the scull Into such things as these and all for Helen Which when the worms bred of her dainty flesh Shall haue knaw'd off her tender rubie lips And left her gumlesse looke vpon her then And thou wouldst euen disgorge thy selfe to see Such putride vermin to lye kissing her Orest. This head had once a royall diademe Now knock it beate it and 't will ne're cry treason Can. Why Sagana Orest. There was a player once vpon a stage Who striuing to present a dreery passion Brought out the vrne of his late buried sonne It might the more affect him and draw teares But I as if I had no passion left Not acting of a part but really In a true cause hauing my Fathers bones His hollow scull yet crawling full of worms I cannot weepe no not a teare will com Can. Why Sagana Veia Erictho know you not your time SCEN. VI. Enter Sagana Veia Erictho 3. witches Sag. VVHat would you Beldame Can. Hath not triform'd Hecate put on Her Styx-died mantle is 't not now fit time To worke our charmes in Veia We here are ready 'gainst thy sacred charme Can. You two sit by and beare in minde this charge Who e're you see who euer I present Let your tongues be percullist in your iaws Stir not nor speake not till the charme be done Pyl. Feare not it shall be chain'd with silence Can. Night and Diana sacred Queene Which euer hast spectator beene Vnto our balefull hideous rights Ne're acted but in darkest nights Now in this fatall hers-bred houre Shew to my rites thy greatest power Erictho when my torch shall twinkle Auernall water thou shalt sprinckle About the roome now let vs kneele Our heauy burthen Hell shall feele Le ts all coyn words now we may see Who 't was did worke this prodigie Omnes Pluto great Pluto we command Thou send vnto vs out of hand The shapes of those that kild the King Great Agamemnon Infernall Musique Enter in a dumbe shew Aegystheus and Clytem with their bloody daggers looke vpon the bed goe to it and stab and then make a shew of gladnes and depart Or. O 't is aboue my bearing were I linkt here with chains I would like Cerberus draw Alcides backe Stay stay by heauens reuenge shall make you Nay I will follow you should they take 〈…〉 Where Aetna vomits fire I would in My mother Clytemnestra Aegystheus was it they Nay I will o'rtake them Can. O sonne remember what I told you sonne Many a rockie hill and stony mount Many a sea and vast Charybdis gulfe Stands betwixt them and thee though they seeme neere Ore O piety O most prodigious nature What creatures hast thou made to liue on earth How hast thou cloath'd blacke darknesse with a scarfe Of vnstain'd purity and put a godly face Vpon portentuous diuells Oh how my mother wept How Clitemnestra how that Hiena wept No more my mother I abiure the name She did not bring me forth I know she did not But I 'll o'rtake 'em shew mee Canidia where Which way they went where haue they hid themselues Should they mount vp to the chariot of the Sunne And in his Carre fly to the Antipodes Or in the farthest nooke of yonder spheare Get vp and place themselues betwixt Taurus hornes The fire-breathing bull nor Lerna's Hydra Were there no entrance but ten Lyons iawes I 'd runne through all and make my way my selfe I 'd fix them to the Axell tree of heauen Where their infectious Carcasses shauld hang A bait for flying spirits in the Ayre Canidia I thanke thee for thy paines Still may thy sacred Act reueale such deeds Still keepe the gates of Orcus yawning ope Make the darke powers ready at command Pyl. But let vs haste deare friend this vast worlds roome Allowes vs none but thy dead fathers Tombe Here 's naught but ayres of death no bed but stones Our pillow 's a dead scull companions bones Thi 's all our comfort if wee needs must die We haue a graue prepar'd wherein to lie Orest. Now pale Tisiphone O for thy Snakes O that renonw'ned spirit that more then man Whom all the Troian host could not o'rwhelme Murdred but what braue warrier wore a crown By guilding a dire sword in his deare blood Hector nor Priam no nor Mars himselfe Onely his wife was his Bellona now O miserable valour to scape foes And come for to be murdred of his friends O shamefull conquest O most coward Fate That a weake woman was competitor In Agamemnons death had it beene any yet It should haue beene a Goddesse at the least And yet she 's but a Queene a mortall woman Were she a Goddesse I would make he mortall Dull coward that I am and worse then all After so many wrongs yet vnreueng'd Their Palace now should fire o'r their heads And the huge beams dash out their guilty brains The roofe should fall on me so 't fell on them Begin reuenge and now performe an act May giue a theame to all posterity Euer to talke of fraught so full of horrour Aegystheus and my mother may with their's Yet none was euer greater yes my deed Reuenge is lost vnlesse we doe exceed Pyl. But a bad mother friend thou shouldst not hurt The law of nature doth forbid such thoughts Orest. Nor Gods nor nature shall keepe mee in awe Why towards my mother by heauens Parliament Who is most guilty is most innocent Can. Shall I thus by some magique Art my sonne Take both their pictures in pure virgin waxe And wound the place where that the hurt should stand And so wound them Orest. Tush this is too little Can. Shall I breed them hate Orest. Too little too Can. Shall I consume their children Ore All this too little Hell and the furies shall stand all amaz'd Alecto shall come there for to behold New kinds of murthers which she knew not yet And nature learne to violate her selfe I 'll instantly to th' Court and what I doe My selfe will see done yes and act it too Thanks great Canidia this blacke night being done Reuenge now knowes her game whereat to runne Exeunt omnes ACT. IIII SCEN. I. Enter in state Aegystheus Clytemnestra Tyndarus Strophius Electra Nutrix cum nouo partu Aegyst. NEuer but when a royall off-spring comes From a Kings loynes can hee be truly King Then doth he sit firme rooted in his state Then is he truly man and then the Gods He knowes doe loue him which when Kings doe want The curse of nature doth deny them fruit And brands their bed with loath'd sterility Tynd. Aegystheus since the Gods haue bless'd you so Haue care their blessings turne not to your woe Your ioy my daughters ioy and my ioy too Haue care it be preseru'd and brought vp well And take heed sonne of Agamemnons blood Pierce not with enuy the Babes tender heart Aegyst. Tush father now not without griefe I speake All brookes
Orest. Nay t is your priuat'st room View me well mother ha do you know me yet Here here 's the drugs my Art hath thought vpon Puts off his gowne Be pittilesse now Pylades be my friend Child O Helpe me father else these men will kill mee Aegyst. O my boy my boy Orest. O yee 'r fast bound Yes hee is thine thy face thy eyes thy heart And would I knew where Nature had couchd most Of thy damnd blood I thus would let it out Stabs the child And thus 't should spirt in thy most loathed face Aegy. O now the heauens raine vengeance on our head Child O mother mother saue me saue me father Orest. Hold Pylades be stedfast for by heauen He wounds mee that perswades me not to wound Clyt. O turne thy bloody weapon on my brest 'T was this wombe that brought forth this Babe and thee If that be guilty I haue made it so Rip vp this place which first did bring thee forth 'T is I'intreat thee 't is the mother she Which gaue thee house-roome here within this brest Vpon whose dugs thy infant lips did hang Orest. It was my father he intreated you Who many a time had clipt you in his armes Who made you Queene of Greece yes it was hee Good Agamemnon he did plead for life Aegyst. Bathe not thy hands in a poore infants blood Nor in thy mothers I deserue to die And yet remember how my doome sau'd thee How easily mercy did obtaine her suit Orest. Nay but Aegystheus you can aggrauate To doe a haynous murther and i' th Court I' th place of Iustice where the King might heare Vpon a chiefe attendant of the Kings Murther it selfe is past all expiation A crime that nature most of all abhorres And looke how manhood and ciuility Stand at the barre of Iustice and there plead How much they 'r wrong'd and how much defac'd When man doth dye his hands in blood of man Now harken King I 'll vse thy Rhetorique Thou didst a haynous murther in the Court Not which the King did heare but which he felt When no petition could good man preuaile Therefore this dies this first shall haue his due Stabs it againe that the blood spirts in his face Turnes it to her This mischiefe done reuenge shall prompt a new Aeg. O the Gods blush and heauen looks pale at this A fathers face besmear'd with his owne blood Ore My haste deceiues my wil tush al this yet May be call'd piety you shall taste too mother Cly. O why dos't banish nature from his place Looke on thy mothers teares worse then those grones And pangs she had when she first brought thee forth When of thy friends or parents thou hast wrong Patience not fury doth to thee belong Is this the blessing that thy knee should aske Repay'st thou thus my kisses and my teares Which flow'd from mee to thee in tender yeeres Orest. O why did you so banish woman-hood When you and this damn'd villaine base adulterer Made in my fathers side so many wounds And brought a braue old King into this state Pulls bones from his pocket See here 's his bones my pocket can containe Great Agamemnon and repayd you thus His kind embraces all his louing signes Aegysteus you are thirsty you shall drinke Fills two cups with the Heniochus childs blood giues it them Yes you shal cleare your throat by heauen you shal Aeg. O mischief aboue mischief what Bred on a stony rock could e'r endure To see a fathers thirst quench'd with such blood Hast thou no measure hath reuenge no end Ore Who first doth mischiefe may keep mean i' th deed But who reuengeth must all meane exceed Nay mother wee 'll not barre you of your draught Clyt. O Nature see here all thy lawe infring'd A mothers prayers preuaile not with her sonne Orest. Pray with Thyestes it shall neuer moue me But first Aegystheus do thou haste reuenge Stabs him Aegyst. O I am wounded O when do'st thou end Or. Nay I haue scarce begun now mother you Stabs her So now I 'll stand and looke and on hell call Nay my reuenge must not be vsuall One more for thee Aegystheus onely let out The blood you dranke before Aegyst. O my heart feeles it Orest. Now mother you and your loue the same Clyt. O kill me quickly time prolongs my woe And since I must die let me quickly goe Orest. You know your sentence let him feele hee dies Who strait threats death knowes not to tyrannize Aegy. This brings ten deaths Or. Would 't would a hundred bring One death 's too little to reuenge a King Hence hence adulterous soule to Tantalus And let hell know who 't was sent thee thither He dies Now mother you shall follow but he first Lest that like louers you goe hand in hand Clyt. Why sonne whose death is it thou dost reuenge Thy fathers but on whom vpon thy mother On her which brought thee forth which took most care To bring thee vp from whom thou tookst thy selfe Thou' rt sure thou art mine but dost not know Who t was begat thee Ore Wil 't Bastardize me Yes mother yes I know I was his sonne Alas why what are you a senselesse peece Of rotten earth can doe as much to corne As you to me beare it and bring it forth But Agamemnon he that seed did sow And onely vnto him my selfe I owe And for him thou shalt die Cly. O I confesse My conscience tells mee I deserue no lesse And thus thy mother from thee doth depart Leauing vexation to torment thy heart She dies Orest. Now friend I see my father liue againe And in his royall state at Argos Court This is the night in which hee first came home O blessed powers of hell diuine Canidia Now am I satisfied now hath reuenge perfection And nothing grieues me but that Tyndarus My mothers father did not see her dye I le in and tell him my thoughts must reueale Those acts I doe this night who would conceale Now soule triumph whilst that my deeds shall shine I' th face o' th Court and all the world know 't mine ACT. V. SCEN. I. Enter Orestes in his gowne Tyndarus Strophius Electra Pylades two Lords Orest. MY Lord your daughters potion works most rarely The King 's asleepe God blesse his Maiesty O doe not wake him faith 't is pitty la Tyn. What doe I see ha blood the little child Dead his daughter bleed Aegysteus kill'd Orest. Your Lordships eyes doe faile 't is but spilt w 〈…〉 Tynd. Lay hands o' th villaine 't is the Physicians de 〈…〉 Orest. Nay friends hands off 't is no Physician now D 〈…〉 uers him 〈…〉 See see old Tyndarus dost thou know me yet Fetch me my Crowne and robes nay I 'll ascend Is not Atrides eldest sonne your King Tyn. What hast thou done foule Viper to eat out Thy mothers bowells what was this thy deede Thy silence saies 't was thine what Tanais Tygris or Rhenus or
withall it beare Orestes too now mother neuer feare Argos makes me to laugh which made thee weep The Troians in the graue now sweetly sleep Their sorrow hath the end now these begin To ouerflow themselues with mutuall sin And after all Orestes we may see Hath lost his reason mans sole propertie SCEN. IV. Enter Orestes furens Orest. BY heauen you shall not nay I am decreed Doe teare teare me yes I haue deseru'd it Cass. O braue O braue hee 's mad as well as I I 'me glad my madnes hath got companie Orest. Mother why mother will you kill my father Then I 'll kill you tush I haue don 't already Much patience will grow fury in time Follow you me you beast you damn'd Aegysteus I 'll hew thee piece by piece looke of my mother Cass. I am she or one loues thee well Orest. Out you witch you witch Cas. Murderer murderer Orest. Dost whisper with the diuells to torment mee O how they lash me with their snaky whips Why Megaera Megaera wilt not hold thy hand Are you there too Erynnis hay all hell My Grandsire Atreus he stands fighting there But hee 'll ha' th' better on 't keep Cerberus keepe Keepe the fates fast or all hell breakes loose Mother I see you O you are a whore Did I kill you witch dost thou lash dost thou Cas. Why this is fine my very looks doe whip him Orest. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus I 'de dash thy braines out O are you there I faith Spics Stro. and Elect. dead A bed so close with you adulterer I 'll stab your lustfull soules with your owne kniues Stabs them with Electra's knife Cas. O clap clap O rare beyond expectation Hold good heart do not burst with laughter Orest. Will you not wake sleepe sleepe then your last Looke how they fly i' th ayre Cass, I see them see them Orest. Why Ioue dost meane to let them into heauen O th' art come downe and gon to hell Pluto see Pluto hee 's afraid of them O spare my sides my sides my sides the blood O now you touch my ribs Cas. Hay how he skips O excellent whips himselfe O sweet Catastrophy do's none see 't but I Clap clap againe would all Priams sons And daughters were here now to helpe me laugh Orest. Lash on lash on Canidia arth thou there Why grandsire would it were to doe againe Nay Aeacus I feare no whipping posts currentes Exeunt Laugh'st thou thou witch I 'll follow thee to hell SCEN. V. Enter Pylad. alone Pyl. THus seeking others I haue lost my selfe My friend and father banisht and whilst I Wander to seeke them for to ease their woe I heare more griefe proclam'd against my friend That none must succor none must giue him foode And yet I 'll seeke him and should all the lawes That Tyranny should thinke vpon restraine I 'de draw my blood forth for let him drinke But O what 's here O I haue found too sonne Spies Stroph dead One which I sought my Fathers wearied soule In sighes hath now expired out it selfe Now O ye Sisters your great taske is done You ne're vntwinde what you haue once begun Thus obuious to our Fates t'our selues vnkind We haste to seeke that which too soone we finde Alas why doe our souls too greedy burn To hasten thither whence we ne're return We run to 't of our selues though death were slow Should he come tardy we too soone should goe For the first day that giues vs our first breath Doth make vs a day nearer vnto death All this huge world which now on earth so striue To morrow this time may not be aliue Great Troy is downe since Agamemnon fell Since my deare Father which but now was well O art thou come deare friend for thee I sought Enter Orest. Her 's some foode yet in spight of all the lawes Orest. Wilt bid me to dinner Pluto ha with what Giue me no snakes I I goe I goe Vp to Cythaerus top I hate thy meate Pyl. Heauens hee 's distracted now doth fury right When thus against her selfe her selfe doth fight 'T is I man here 't is Pylades not Pluto Orest. Ha Pylades I they haue banisht him But grandsire looke too 't I 'll teare out your maw Pylades Pylades I come Pylad. Why I am hee looke friend dost not know me Orest. Yes yes thou wert with me when I kild my mother And see the Furies now would whip thee too Alecto looke looke here 's Alecto too O Clytemnestra hay how the lion skips And Taurus he would tosse me on his hornes Looke on the Ramme see the Beare roares at me And Charon he would fling me into Styx Pylad. He feares the heauenly signes nay then now time Hath brought true punishment on euery crime Orest. Dash out the puppets braines the little boy The bastard my mothers bastard so blood spin My mother kild my Father kild the King But she got little by 't looke on her brest It bleeds it bleeds so so Aegystheus so Pylad. O what a strange distemper stirs his braine Thou gentle Somnus in whom care doth rest Kinde father of cold death and son of peace Which comes to Kings and poore men all alike Binde his disturbed braine tye vp his sense Let him but liue to die now t is not long Before we both shall sing our funerall song Or. Ha must I sinke can I not keepe a loft Fals a sleepe What is the streame so strong why then I 'll diue And come to hell the sooner Pylad. So gentle sleepe Thou gather'st vp his wandring braines againe This is but halfe dead yet halfe dead he lies But t is not long before he wholly dies Musique within Harke they play musike O these sounds do harme Enticing woe with their melodious charme These please not men in woe these time doe keepe But miseries best falling is to weepe Or stops are nought but sobs our hearts we bring Whereon we prickt the soulefa which we sing A song within together with the musicke Weepe weepe you Argonauts Bewaile the day That first to fatall Troy You tooke your way Weepe Greece weepe Greece Two Kings are dead Argos thou Argos now a graue Where Kings are buried No heire no heire is left But one that 's mad See Argos hast not thou Cause to be sad Sleepe sleepe wild braine Rest rocke thy sence Liue if thou canst To grieue for thy offence Weepe weepe you Argonauts c. Pyl. Peace Musique peace our plaints haue louder cries A heart that 's sad can neuer harmonize Griefe cannot keepe his time all time 's too long Sighs are best sembriefes to his dolefull Song My ditties mournefull though thou sweetly play Thus doe we all euen blow our liues away But doest thou wake Orestes is rest fled Orest. wakes Sleep ne're dwells long in a molested head Orest. Harke harke the Furies entertaine my mother Orpheus would fetch Euridice from Hell See he lookes back wouldst venter so thou foole I