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A11910	The eyght tragedie of Seneca. Entituled Agamemnon. Translated out of Latin in to English, by Iohn Studley, student in Trinitie Colledge in Cambridge; Agamemnon. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Studley, John, 1545?-1590?	1566 (1566)	STC 22222; ESTC S110864	34,427	120

Death gyues a corage vnto me Aga. ¶ Yet say I once agayne There is no daunger left wherby thou myghtest hurte sustaine Cass. ¶ But yet much troublous daūger doth hang ouer thy head I wot Aga. ¶ What mischeife may a victor dread Cass. ¶ Euen that he dreadeth not Aga. ¶ Ye trusty meny of my men come cary her away Tyll of the spryte she ryd her selfe lest fury force her say That may be preiudicall her to●ge she can not frame To thee o father flyngyng furth the lyghtninges flasshing flame That dost disperse the cloudes rule the course of euery starre And guide the Globe of earth to whom the booties woon by warre With tryumphe victors dedicate to thee o Iuno hyght The syster deare of doughty Ioue thy husband full of myht Both I and Greece with flesh blood and eke our vowed beast And gorgyou●● giftes of Arabie gyue worshyp to thy hest Chorus O Grece by noble Gentlemen in honour shyning clear O Grece to wrathfull Iuno thou that art the darlyng dear Some ioly worthy lusty blood thou fosters euermore Thou hast made euen the gods y t were a number od before That puyssant myghtie Hercules a noble impe of thine Deserued by hys trauels twelue rapt vp in heauen to shyne For whom the heauens did alter cours and Iupiter with all Did iterate the howres of nyght when dampish dewe doth fall And charged Phaebus charyot swyfte to trot with slower pace And leasurely bryght lady moone thy homward wayne to trace Bryght Lucifer that yeare by yeare hys name a newe doth chaunge Came back againe to whom the name of Hesper semed straunge Aurora to her comm●n course her reared head addrest And cowchyng bacward down agayn the same she did arest Uppon the shoulder of her spouse whose yeares with age are worne The east did fele so felt the west that Hercules was borne Dame nature could not clean dispatch to vtter in one nyght That boystous lad the whyrling world did wayght for such awyght O babe whose sholders vnderprop the ample spacious skye In clasped armes thy prowes dyd the crusshed Lion trye Who from his fyrye yawnyng throte spewes out his broyling brande The nimble hynd in Menall mount hath known thy heauy hand The Bore hath felt thy fyst which di● Arcadia destroye The monstrous conquerd Bul hath rord that Creta did anoye The Dragon dire that bredyng beast in Lerna poole he slew And choppyng of one head forbadd therof to ryse anewe Wtih cloobbed brusyng battring batte he cranckly did subdew The bretherne twins y ● tewd on teat wherof .iii. monsters grew Of tryple formed Gerion the spoyle into the east A droue of cattell Hercules dyd fetch out of the west Away from tyrant Diomede the Thracian hors he led Which nether with the grasse that grew by Styrmon flood he fed Nor yet on Heber bankes but them the vyllayn dyd refresh His gredy mounching cramming iades with aliantes blood and flesh Their rawfed iawes imbrewd wer with the carmans blood at last The spoyles and shaftes Hipolyte saw from her bosom wrast As sone as he with clatryng shaft the duskye cloud did smyte The Stymphal byrd that shadowed the sun did take her flyght The fertyll tree that aples beares of gould did feare him sore Which neuer yet acquayntaunce had with ●asters toth before But whipping vp w t lyuely twygges into the ayre she flyes And while the chinking plate doth soūd then Argos full of eyes The watchman shrinking close for cold that slepe yet neuer knew Doth here the noyse while Hercules with mettall of yellow hew Wel loden packs away and lefte the groue befylched cleane The hound of hell dyd holde his tonge drawne vp in triple cheane Nor barkt with any boughing throte nor could abyde the hewe Or colour of the heauenly lyght whose beames he neuer knew When thou wert captayne generall and didst conducte our Hoste They that of Dardans lygne to come theyr stock do falsly boast Were vanquished by force of armes and since they felt agayne thy gray goose winge whose bitternes to feare myght them constraine ¶ The .v. Acte Cassandra WIthin a reuell rexe is kept as sore as euer was Euē at y e .x. yeres seige of Troy What thing is this alas Get vp my soule and of the rage auengment worthy craue Though Phrygians we be vanquyshed the victorie we haue The matter well is brought abought vp Troy thou rysest now Thou flat on floore haste pulde downe Grece to lye as low as thou Thy conqerour doth turne hys face my propheseing spryght Did neuer yet disclose to me so notable a syght I see the same and am thearat and busyed in the broyle No vision fond fantasticall my senses doth beguile Such fare as Phrygians feasted with on last vnhappy nyght At Agamemnons royall court full dayntyly they dight With purple hangings al adornd the brodred beds do shyne In olde Assaracks goblets gylt they swinck and swill the wyne The kinge in gorgyous royall robes on chayre of state doth syt And pranckt with pride of Priams pomp of whom he conquerd it Put of this hostile wede to hym the queene his wyfe gan saye And of thy louyng lady wrought weare rather thys araye This garmēt knit It makes me lothe that shiuering here Island O shall a kynge be murthered by a banysht wretches hand Out shall Thadulterer destroy the husbande of the wyfe The dreadfull destynies approcht the foode that last in lyfe He tast●d of before hys death theyr maysters blood shall see The gubs of blood downe dropping on the wynd shall powred bee By traytrous tryck of trapping wede hys death is brought aboute Which being put vppon his head his handes could not get out The stopped poake with mouth set op● hys muffled head doth hyde The mankynd dame w t trembling hand the swerde drew from her syde Nor to the vtmost of her myght it in hys f●esh she thrast But in the giuing of the stroke she stayed all agast He as it were a brystled Bore entangled in the net Among the brears in busshy woods yet tryeth out to get w t strugling much the shrinking bands more streyghtly he doth bynd He stryues in vayne and wold slip of the snare that doth hym blynd Which catcheth hold on euery syde but yet then tangled wreatch Doth grope aboute hys subtle foes with grypyng hand to catche But furious Tyndaris prepard the pollax in her hande And as the preyst to sacryfyce at Thalter syde doth stande And vewes with eie the bullocks neck ear that with axe he smyte So to and fro she heaues her hand to stryke and leuell right He hath the stroke dispatcht it is not quyte chopt of the hed It hangeth by a lytle crop here from the carkas ded The spoutyng blood cam gusshing out and there the head doth lye With waloing bobling mūbling tong nor they do by and bye Forsake him so the breathles coors Aegist doth all to coyle And mangled hath the gasshed