somtime did delight in clothed coat of maylle Is now constraynd in Carones bote ouer the brouke to saylle That flose vpon the fatall bankes of Plutose kingdome great And that in shade of silent wodes and valeys gréene do beate Where soules of kinges other wights apoyntid are to be In quiet state there also is this worthey reall trée Of south I ioye for to behold Horestes actyue cheare The which in father somtime was in son doth now apear But where is he that all this day I neauer sawe his face Horestes Kenll downe At hand O King thy saruant is which wissheth to thy grace All hayl with happey fate certayne with pleasures many fould But yet my leege a sute I haue if I might be so bold To craue the same my soferayn lord wherby I might aspyer Vnto the thing with very much O king I do requier Idumeus What thing is that if we suppose it laufull for to be On prynces faith without delaye at shall be giuen the Vyce Tout let him alone now we may in good south I was not so lustey my pourpose to get But now of my honestey I tell you of truth In reuenging the wronge his mynd he hath set It is not Idumeus that hath poure to let Horestes fro sekinge his mother to kyll Tout let hym alone he le haue his owne wyll Horestes Sith that your grace hath willed me this my desiar to show Oh gratious king this thing it is I let your grace to know That long I haue request to vew my fathers kingley place And eke for to reuenge the wrong done to my fathers grace Is myne intent wherefore o king graunt that without delaye My earytage and honor eke atchyue agayne I maye Idumeus Stey their a whyle Horestes mine tyll councell do decrée The thing that shall vnto your state most honorabell bée My counciler how do you thinke let vs your councell haue How think you by this thīg that which Horestes now doth craue Councell As I do thinke my soferayne lord it should be nothing ill A Prynce for to reuenged be on those which so dyd kyll His fathers grace but rather shall it be a feare to those That to the lyke at anye time their cruell mindes dispose And also as I thinke it shall an honer be to ye To adiuuate and helpe him with some men reuenged to be This do I thinke most fyttest for your state and his also Do as you lyst sieth that your grace my mind herin doth kno Idumeus Sith Councell thinkes it fyt in ded reuenged for to be That you Horestes in good south for to reuenge I grée And also to mayntaine your war I graunt you with good will A thousand men of stomake bolde your enimise to kyll Take them forth with forward go let slyp no time ne tyd For chaunce to leasure to be bound I tell you can not byd Go therfore straight prouide your men like a manly knight In place of stouer put forth thy selfe assay with all thy might To win the fame for glorey none it chambering doth rest Marke what I saye to get thy men I take it for they best Vyce Com on Horestes sith thou hast obtayned thy desier Tout tout man seke to dystroye as doth the flaming fier Whose properte thou knoest doth gro as long as any thing Is left wher by the same may seme som suckcor for to bring Horestes I thanke your grace I shal sequest your gratius mind herin Vyce Se se I praye you how he ioyse that he must war begin Go out Idumeus Go out My councell now declare to me how think you by this wight Doth not he seme in south to be in tyme a manley knight By all the godes I thinke in south a man may easeley kno Whose son he was so right he doth his fathers steppes follow Councell Vndoubtedly my soferaynd lorde he semeth vnto me Not to sequest his fathers steppes in feates of cheuallrey But rather for to imitate the floure of great 〈◊〉 land I meane Achilles that same knight by whose one only hand The Greaciās haue obtaind at laingth the cōquest of old Troy For which thei did holl x. yeres space their labor great imploy Idumeus Syth he is gon for to puruaye such thinges as shall in dede Suffise to sarue his tourn in wares wherof he shal haue nede Let vs depart and when he shall retourne heather a gayne To sée the must or of his men we wyll sure take the payne Haltersycke Go out The Songe Entrithe syngeth this song to the tune of haue ouer the water to floride or selengers round Farre well adew that courtlycke lyfe To warre we tend to gowe It is good sport to se the stryfe Of sodyers on a rowe How mereley they forward march These enemys to slaye With hey trym and tryxey to Their banners they dysplaye Now shaull we haue the Golden cheates When others want the same And sodyares haue foull maney feates Their enemyes to tame With couckinge heare and bomynge their They breake thear fose araye And loustey Iades amid the feldes Thear ensines do dysplaye The droum and flute playe lousteley The troumpet blose a mayne And ventrous knightes corragiousley Do march before thear trayne With speare in reste so lyuely drest In armour bryghte and gaye With hey trym and tryxey to Thear banners they dysplaye Hempstringe Goges oundes haultersycke what makes thou heare Hempstring commeth in speaketh Haultersycke What Iacke hempstringe welcom draw neare Hempstringe By his oundes I haue soughte the some newse the to tell Haultersycke Godes bloud what newse i st the deuell in hell Hempstring In faythe thou art meatey but this is the matter Doust thou hear haltersicke each man doth clatter Of warres ye of warres for Horestes wyll go His erytage to wyn boye the truth is so Haultersycke Nay but Iacke Hempstringe sease of this prate Yf thou cauil me boye then beware thy pate Hempstringe What hould thy peace as far as I se We be boyse both thearfore let vs grée Haultersycke Boye naye be god though I be but smaull Yet Iacke hempstringe a hart is worth all And haue not I an hart that to warres dare go Yes hempstringe I warrant the that thou shouldest know If dycke haltersyckes mynde thou moue vnto eyar Colles neauer bourne tyll they be set one fyare Hempstringe Ye but if they bourne so that they same Yet water dycke halltersycke the bourning cane same But hacke thée my master will venter a ioynt And me to wayte on him he all readye doth poynt But hearste thou thou knowest my master loues well Now and then to be snappinge at some dayntye mossell But by goges bloud halltersycke if thou loue me Take some prytey wenche our laundrar to be And be goges bloud I am contentyd to beare Halfe of her chargis when that she comes thear Haultersycke As fyt for the warre Iacke hempstringe thou art In fayth as abe is to drawe a carte He is lyke
a begging nay now I must go Horestes is maryed god send him much care And I Reuenge am dryuen him fro And then it es no maruayll though I be thus bare But peace who better then beggars doth fare For all they be beggares and haue no great port Who is meryer then the pooryste sort What shall I begge nay thates to bad Is their neare a man that a saruaunt doth lacke Of myne honestye gentle woman I would be glad You to sarue but for clothes to put on my backe A waye with these rages from me the shall packe Put of the beggares cote all thy thynges What thinke you scorne me your seruaunt to make A nother wyll haue me yf you me forsake Parhappes you all meruayll of this sodayne mutation How sene I was downe from so hye a degre To satisfye your myndes I wyl yuse a perswation This one thinge you knowe that on caulyd amyte Is vnto me reuenge most contrarey And we twayne to geather could not abyde Whych causyd me so sone from hye state to slyde Horestes and his ounckell Kynge Menalaus Is made such sure frendes without paraduenture Through the pollycye of olde Idumeus That as far as I can se it is to hard to enter Ye and thates worsse when I sought to venture I was dryuen without comfort awaye from their gate I was glad to be packinge for feare of my pate Yet befor I went my fancey to please The maryage selebratyd at the church I dyd se Wyllinge I was them all to dysease But I durst not be so bold for master Amyte Sot by Menalaus and bore him companye On the other syde Dewtey with Horestes boure swaye So that I could not enter by no kynde of waye Well syeth from them both I am bannyshyd so I wyll seke a new master yf I can him finde Yet I am in good comfort for this well I knowe That the most parte of wemen to me be full kynde Yf they saye near a worde yet I knowe their mynde Yf they haue not all thinges when they do desiare They wyll be reuengyd or elles lye in the myare Nay I knowe their quallytes the lesse is my care As well as they do knowe Reuengys operation Ye faull to it good wyues and do them not spare Nay I lle helpe you forward yf you lacke but perswacion What man a moste is frée from inuasion For as playnely Socrates declareth vnto vs Wemen for the most part are borne malitious Perhappes you wyll saye maney on that I lye And other sume I am sure also wyll take my parte Not withstandinge what I haue sayde they wyll veryfye ye and do it I wys in spyght of thy hart Yf therefore thou wyll lyue quyetlye after their desart Reward then so shault thou brydell their affection And vnto they wyll shall haue them in subiection In Athenes dwellyd Socrates the phyllosopher dyuine Who had a wyfe namyd Exantyp both deuelyshe and yll Which twayne beenge faulne out vppon a tyme Perhappe cause Exantyp could not haue her wyll He went out of dores syttinge there styll She cround him with a pyspot and their he Was wet to the skynne moste pytifull to se I praye god that such dames be not in this place For then I might chaunce neare a mistres to get Nay yf ye anger them they wyll laye you on the face Or elles their nayles in your chekes they wyll set Nay lyke a rasor fome of their nayles are whet That not for to pare but to cut to the bone I count him most happiest that medelles with none Well far you well for I must be packinge Remembar my wordes and beare it in mynde What suffer the myll a whyle to be clackinge Yf that you intend aney ease for to fynde Then wyll they be to you both louinge and kinde Farwell cosen cutpursse and be ruled by me Or elles you may chaunce to end on a tre Go out Enter Horestes Hermione Nobilytye and Cominyalte truth Dewty Horestes Syth that the gods haue geuen vs grace this realme for to posses Which florysheth aboundauntlye with gold great riches Let vs now se how much the wilds minde of all this land Is vnto vs and of their state lykewyse to vnderstand Hermione I deme of them Horestes myne that they contentyd be With humbell hart for to submyte o kyng them selues to ye Wherefore my loue inquiare their state this preasente tyme And of their hartes good wyll to vs o king let them deuyne Horestes As I do loue the laydye bright so eke I thynke in dede That loue for loue as equallye shal be reward of mede Hermione The godes neuer prolonge my lyfe that day I shall a peare Let Dewty and Truth take the crowne in their right hands To breake my fayth to the now plyght my louing lord so dere Horestes Com on my Lordes commons eke let me now vnderstand Of all your mindes for I desiare to know what case this land Doth now consyst vouchsafe the same therfore to shew to me And yf that ought be now amyse amendyd it shal be Nobelles Most regall Prynce we now are voyd of mortall wars vexatiō And through your grace we ar ioyned in loue with euery nation So that your nobelles may now lyue in pleasaunt state sartaine Deuoyd of wars ciuill stryfes whyle that your grace doth raine The which you may I pray the god with happy days and blys And after death to send you there where ioyse shall neuer mys Let truth Dewty Crowne Horestes As syne of our obedyence lo Dewty doth the Crownd And Truth also which doth me bynd they subiecte to be found Horestes My Nobels all I gyue you thankes for this now showed to me And as you haue so eke wyll I the lyke show vnto ye My cōmons how gose it with you your state now let me know Commons Where as such on as you do raine there nedes must riches gro We are o king easyd of the yoke which we haue so desiard The state of this our common welth nede not to be inquiard Peace welth ioye and felycitie o kinge it is we haue And what thing is their that which subiects ought more to craue Horestes Syeth all thinges is in so good state my commons as you saye That it may so contynew styll the sacred godes I praye And as to me your trusteynes shall anye wayes be found So styll to mayntayne your estate I sureley shal be bound And for your faythfull harts the which you graūted haue to me Both you my lordes and commons eke I thanke you hartele Therfore sith time wil haue an end now my mind you know Let vs giue place to tyme and to our pallase let vs go Nobelles We both wil waight vpon your grace y ft please you to depart Commons Eeuen when you please to waigh you on I shall with all my hart go out all let truth Dewtye speake Truth A kyngdome kept in Amyte and voyde of dissention Ne deuydyd in him selfe by aney kynde of waye Neather prouoked by wordes of reprehention Must nedes long contynew as Truth doth saye For desention and stryfe is the path to decaye And continuinge therein must of nesecttie Be quight ruinate and brought vnto myserye Dewtey Where I Dewtey am neclected of aney estate Their stryfe and dyssention my place do supplye Cankred mallyse pryde and debate Therefore to rest all meanes do trye Then ruin comes after of their state whereby They are vtterly extynguyshed leuinge nought behynde Whereof so much as their name we maye fynde Truth He that leadeth his lyfe as his phansey doth lyke Though for a whyle the same he may hyde Yée Truth the daughter of Tyme wyll it seke And so in a tyme it wyll be discryde Yet in such tyme as it can not be denyed But receaue dew punnishment as god shall se For the faute commytted most conuenient to be As this storye here hath made open vnto ye Which yf it haue byn marked much prophet may aryse For as Truth sayth nothinges wryten be But for our learninge in anye kynde of wyse By which we may learne the yll to dispyse And the truth to imitate thus Truth doth saye The which for to do I besech God we maye Dewtey For your gentle pacience we geue you thankes hartely And therefore our dewtey weyed let vs all praye For Elyzabeth our Quene whose gratious maiestie May rayne ouer vs in helth for aye Lyke wyse for her councell that each of them maye Haue the spyryte of grace their doinges to dyrecte In settinge vp vertue and vyce to correcte Truth For all the Nobylytie and spiritualtie let vs praye For Iudges and head officers what euer they be According to oure boundaunt dewties espetially I saye For my Lord Mayre lyfetennaunt of this noble Cytie And for all his brytherne with the cominualtie That eache of them doinge their dewties a ryght May after death posses heauen to their hartes delyght Finis quod I. P. SAPIENS DOMINABITVR ASTRIS ¶ Imprinted at London in Fletestrete at the signe of the Faucon by Wylliam Gryffith and are to be sold at his shoppe in Saynte Dunstones Church yarde Anno. Domini 1567
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