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
syeth we be here Kynge Menalaij Vnto vs we praye you your matter to saye For these prynces here after they haue perpendyd If ought be amys it shall be amendyd But syrra prouision go in haste and fet Good kynge Idumeus tell him we are set Go out Prouision Pause a while till he be gon out thē speak tretably As your gracis haue wylled so tend I to do I wyll fetche him strayght and bringe him you to Horestes If ought be amys the same sone shall be If I haue commytted amendyd of me But so Idumeus the good kyng of Crete Is come to this place vs for to mete Enter Idumius prouision comming with his cap in his hād a fore him making waye Idumeus The Gods presarue your gracis all send you health for aye Nestor Well com sier kinge the same to ye contynewalley we pray Menalaus Two thīgs ther is o kings that moues me thus your ayds to pray And these be it the which to you I purpose for to saye The one is this where with I fynde my selfe agreuid to be That on such sort my systers slayne as all your gracis se The other is that so her sonne without all kind of right Should to his mother in such case I say worke such dispight These two be they wherfore I craue your ayds to ioyn with me To the intent of such great ylles reuengyd I may be That thus he dyd be hould the state of all my brothers land And se I pray you in what place the same doth present stand His crueltie is such in south as nether tower ne towne That letted once his passage but is brought vnto the ground The fatherles he pyttyed not where as he euer went the agyd wight whose yeres before their youthly poure had spent The mayd whose parentes at the sege defending of their right Was slaine the same this tyrant hath opressyd through his might The wido that through forrayne wars was left now comfortles He spared not but them theres he cruelly dyd dystres Wherfore sith that he thus hath wrought as far as I can sée From Mycoene land we should prouid him exylyd to be Horestes Syth that you haue accusyd me I must my aunswere make And here before these kings of Grece this for my aunswer take O ounckel that I neuer went reuengment for to do On fathers fose tyll by the godes I was comaund there to Whose heastes no man dare once refuse but wyllingly obaye That I haue slayne her wylfully vntruely you do saye I dyd but that I could not chuse it es hard for me to kycke Syth gods commaund as on would say in fayth against the prick In that you say I sparyd none your grace full well may se That lyttell mercy they supposyd in south to show to me When as they bad me do my worst requesting them to yeld It is no iest when sodyares ioyne to fight within a felde Thus I suppose sufficiently I aunswerd haue to end Your great complaynt the which you so mightely did defend Idumeus In dede as Hermes doth declare no man can once estew The iudgment of god most iust that for his fautes is dew And as god is most mercyfull so is he iust lyke wyse And wyll correcte most suerley those that his heastes dispysel Nestor As you good Kyng Idumeus haue sayd so lykewise I Do thinke it trew therefore as nowe I do him here defye That one dare say that he hath wrought the thing that is not right Lo here my gloue to him I giue in pledge with him to fyght I promys here to proue there by Horestes nought dyd do But that was iust that the gods commaundyd him there to That he is kinge of Mycoene land who euer do deney I offer here my gloue with him therfore to lyue and dye Yf none there be wyll vnder take his tyghfull to with saye Let vs be frendes vnto him nowe my Lordes I doye praye It was the parte of such a knyght reuengyd for to be Should Horestes content him selfe his father slayne to se No no a ryghtuous facte I thinke the same to be in dede Syeth that it was accomplysht so as godes before decrede Menelaus In dede I must confesse that I reuengyd should haue be If that my father had byn slayne with such great cruelte But yet I would for natures sake haue spard my mothers lyfe O wretched man o cruell beast o mortall blade and knyfe Idumeus Sease of syr kyng leaue morning lo nought can it you auaylle Not with standing be rulyd now we pray by our counsaylle Consider first your one estate consider what maye be A ioyefull mene to end at leyngth this your calamytie Horestes he is younge of yeares and you are somwhat olde And sorrowe may your grace to sone within her net in folde Therefore it es best you do forget so shall you be at ease And I am sure Horestes wyll indeuor you to please So far as it for him may be with honor lefe to do He wyll not shrynke but wyll consent your gracis bydding to For assuraunce of your good wyll Horestes here doth craue your daughter fayre Hermione in maryage for to haue Thereby for to contynew styll true loue and amytie That ought in sought betwixte to such indefferent for to be Menalaus As for my frendshyp he shall haue the godes his helper be But for my daughters maryage I can not graunt to be She is but yong and much vnfet such holy ryghtes to take Therefore syr kyngs at this present no aunswere I can make Nestor She is a dame of comley grace therefore kyng Menalaye Graunt this to vs this stryfe to end o kyng we do the praye For eache of them agrede be the other for to haue Good syr graunt this that at thy handes so iustley we do craue Menalaus O Nobell king what that it were I could not you denaye I must nedes graunt whē nought I haue against you to repley Horestes here before these kinges my sonne I the do make Horestes And the o kynge whyle lyfe doth last for father I do take Nestor Ryght ioyfull is this thinge to vs and happey for your state Therfore with spede let vs go hence the maryage to seleybrate And all the godes I praye presarue kepe you both from wo Com on syr king shall we from hence vnto our pallace go Menalaus As if shall please your grace in dede so we consent to do Idumeus And we lykewyse oh gratious Prynce do condisend there to go out all Vyce entrith with a staffe a bottell or dyshe and wallet Reuenge I woulde I were ded and layde in my graue Oundes of me I am trymley promouted Ah ah oh well now for my labor these trynketes I haue Whyse you not I praye you how I am flouted A bagge and a bottell thus am I louted Eache knaue now a dayes would make me his man But I hyll master them I be his oundes and I can A begginge
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