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A newe enterlude of vice conteyninge, the historye of Horestes with the cruell reuengment of his fathers death, vpon his one naturill mother. By John Pikeryng ...; History of Horestes
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Pikering, John, fl. 1567.
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1567
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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