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A08360	The tragedie of Gorboduc, whereof three actes were wrytten by Thomas Nortone, and the two laste by Thomas Sackuyle. Sett forthe as the same was shewed before the Quenes most excellent Maiestie, in her highnes court of Whitehall, the. xviij. day of Ianuary, anno Domini. 1561. By the Gentlemen of thynner Temple in London; Gorboduc	Norton, Thomas, 1532-1584.; Dorset, Thomas Sackville, Earl of, 1536-1608. aut	1565 (1565)	STC 18684; ESTC S111262	31,622	75

despite Through blodie slaughter doth prepare the waies To fatall Scepter and accursed reigne The sonne so lothes the fathers lingerynge daies Ne dreades his hand in Brothers blode to staine O wretched Prince ne doest thou yet recorde The yet fresshe Murthers done within the Lande Of thie forefathers when the cruell sworde Bereft Morgan his liefe with Cosyns hande Thus fatall plagues pursue the giltie race Whose murderous hand imbrued with giltles blood Askes vengeaunce before the heauens face With endles mischiefes on the cursed broode The wicked childe this bringes to wofull Sier The mournefull plaintes to wast his wery life Thus do the cruell flames of Ciuyll fier Destroye the parted reigne with hatefull strife And hence doth spring the well frō which doth flo The dead black streames of mournings plaints woe ¶ The order and signification of the dōme shewe before the fourth Acte ¶ First the Musick of Howeboies began to plaie duringe whiche there came forth from vnder the Stage as thoughe out of Hell three Furies Alecto Megera Ctesiphone clad in blacke garments sprinkled with bloud flames their bodies girt with snakes their heds spread with Serpents in steade of heare the one bearinge in her hande a Snake the other a whip the thirde a burning Firebrande eche driuynge before them a kynge and a Queene whiche moued by Furies vnnaturallye bad slaine their owne Children The names of the kinges Queenes were these Tantalus Medea Athamas Ino Cambises Althea after that the Furies and these had passed aboute the Stage thrise they departed than the Musicke ceased hereby was signified the vnnaturall Murders to followe that is to saie Porrex slaine by his owne Mother And of king Gorboduc and Queene Viden. killed by their owne Subiectes Actus quartus Scena prima Vidensola Viden. VVhy sould I lyue and lynger forth my tune In longer liefe to double my distresse O me most wofull wight whome no mishap Long ere this daie could haue bereued hence Mought not these handes by fortune or by fate Haue perst this brest and life with Iron reft Or in this Pallaice here where I so longe Haue spent my daies could not that happie houre Ones ones haue hapt I which these hugie frames With death by fall might haue oppressed me Or should not this most hard and cruell soile So eft where I haue prest my wretched steps Somtyme had ruthe of myne accursed liefe To rende in twaine and swallowe me therin So had my bones possessed nowe in peace Their happie graue within the closed grounde And greadie wormes had gnawen this pyned hart Without my feelyinge paine So shulde not nowe This lyuynge brest remayne the ruthefull tombe Wherin my hart yelden to death is graued Nor driery thoughts with panges of pining griefe My dolefull minde had not afflicted thus O my beloued sonne O my swete childe My teare Ferrex my Ioye my lyues delyght Is my welbeloued sonne is my sweete childe My deare Perrex my Ioye my lyues delight Murdered with cruell death O hatefull wretche O heynous Traytour bothe to heauen and earth Thou Porrex thou this damned dede hast wrought Thou Porrex thou shalt dearely abye the same Traitour to kinne and kinde to Sire and me To thyne owne flesshe and Traitour to thy selfe The Gods on the in hell shall wreke their wrath And here in earth this hand shall take reuenge On the Porrex thou false and caytife wighte If after blode so eigre were thy thirst And Murderous minde had so possessed thee If suche hard hart of Rocke and stonie Flint Lyued in thy brest that nothing elles could like Thy cruell Tyrantes thought but death bloode Wild sauage beasts mought not the slaughter serue To fede thy gredie will and in the myddest Of their entrailes to staine thy deadlie handes With blode deserued and drinke therof thy fyll Or if nought els but death and bloud of man Mought please thy lust could none in Bryttain land Whose hart be torne out of his louyng brest With thine owne hand or work what death thou woldest Suffice to make a Sacrifice to appeaze woldest That deadlie minde murderous thought in the But he who in the self same wombe was wrapped Where thou in dismall hower receiuedst life Or if nedes nedes this hand must slaughter make Moughist thou not haue reached a mortall wound And with thy sworde haue persed this cursed womb That the accursed Porrex brought to lyght And geuen me a iust rewarde therfore So Ferrex if swete life mought haue enioyed And to his aged father comfort brought with some yong sonne in whom thei both might liue But wherevnto wast I this ruthefull speche To the that hast thy brothers bloud thus shed Shall I stil think that from this womb thou sprong That I thee bare or take thee for my sonne No Traytour no I the refuse for mine Murderer I thee renounce thou art not mine Neuer O wretche this wombe conceued thee Nor neuer bode I painefull throwes for thee Changeling to me thou art and not my childe Nor to no wight that sparke of pytie knewe Rutheles vnkind Monster of Natures worke Thou neuer suckte the milke of womans breaste But from thy birth the cruell Tigres teates Haue nursed nor yet of flesshe and bloud Formed is thy hart but of hard Iron wrought And wilde and desert woods breade thee to lyfe But canst thou hope to scape my iust reuenge Or that these handes will not be wrooke on thee Doest thou not knowe that Ferrex mother lyues That loued him more dearelie then her selfe And doth she lyue and is not venged on thee Actus quartus Scena secunda Gorboduc Arostus Eubulus Porrex Marccilla Gorboduc WE marueyle muche wherto this lingeryng staie Falles out so longe Porrex vnto our Courte By order of our Letters is retourned And Eubulus receyued from vs by hest At his arriuale here to geue him charge Before our presence streight to make repaire And yet we haue no worde wherof he staies Arostus Loe where he cōmes and Eubulus with hym Eubulus Accordynge to your highnes hest to me Here haue I Porrex brought euen in suche sort As from his weried Horse he did alighte For that your Grace did will suche haste therein Gorboduc We like and praise this spedie wyll in you To worke the thing that to your charge we gaue Porrex if we so farre shulde swarue from kinde And frō these bounds which lawes of Nature sets As thou hast done by vile and wretched deede In cruell murder of thy Brothers life Our present hande coulde staie no lenger tyme But streight should bathe this blade in bloud of the As iust reuenge of thy detested cryme No we shuld not offende the lawe of kinde If nowe this sworde of ours did slaie thee here For thou hast murdered him whose heinous death Euen Natures force doth moue vs to reuenge By bloud againe But Iustice forceth vs To measure Death for Death thy due deserte Yet sithens thou art our childe and sithe

hopeles sore Whiche ye shall do if ye your selues with holde The sleayng knife from your own mothers throte Her shall you saue and you and yours in her If ye shall all with one assent forbeare Ones to laye hande or take vnto your selues The Crowne by colour of pretended right Or by what other meanes so euer it be Tyll first by cōmen counsell of you all In Parliament the Regall Diademe Be set in certayne place of gouernaunce In whiche your Parliament and in your choise Preserve the right my Lordes without respecte Of strenght of frendes or what so euer cause That maye set forwarde any others parte For right will last and wrong can not endure Right meane I his or hers vpon whose name The people rest by meane of Native lyne Or by the vertue of some former Lawe Alreadie made their title to aduaunce Suche one my Lordes let be your chosen kynge Suche one so borne within your Natyue Lande Suche one preferre and in no wise admitte The heauie yoke of forreine gouernaunce Let forreine Titles yelde to Publike wealthe And with that hart wherewith ye nowe prepare Thus to withstande the proude inuadynge foe With that same harte my Lordes kepe out also Vnnaturall thraldome of straungers reigne Ne suffre you against the rules of kinde Your Mother Lande to serue a Forreine Prince Eubulus ¶ Loe here the ende of Brutus royall Lyne And loe the entrie to the wofull wracke And vtter ruyne of this noble Realme The royall kinge and eke his sonnes are slaine No Ruler restes within the Regall Seate The Heire to whō the Scepter longs vnknowen That to eche force of Forreine Princes power Whome vauntage of your wretched state By sodaine Armes to gaine so riche a Realme And to the proude and gredie minde at home Whom blinded lust to reigne leades to aspire Loe Brittaine Realme is left an open praye A present spoile by Conquest to ensue Who seeth not nowe howe many risyng mindes Do feede their thoughts with hope to reach a Realm And who will not by force attempt to winne So great a gaine that hope perswades to haue A simple colour shall for title serue Who winnes the Royal crown wil want no right Nor suche as shall displaye by longe discent A lyneall race to proue him selfe a kynge In the meane while these ciuyll armes shall rage And thus a thousande mischiefes shall vnfolde And farre neare spread thee O Brittayne Lande All right and Lawe shall cease and he that had Nothyng to daye to morowe shall enioye Great heapes of good he that flowed in wealth Leo he shall be reft of lyfe and all And happiest he that than possesseth least The wyues shall suffre rape the maydes defloured And children fatherles shall weepe and wayle With fire sworde thy Natiue folke shal perisshe One kinsman shall bereaue an other life The father shall vnwittynge slaye the sonne The sonne shall slea the sire and knowe it not Women and maides the cruell Souldiours sword Shall perse to death and sillie children loe That playinge in the streates fieldes are founde By violent hande shall close their latter daye Whome shall the ferce and bloudie Souldiour Reserue to liefe whome shall he space from death Euen thou O wretched mother half alyue Thou shalt beholde thy deare and onely childe Slaine with the sworde while he yet suckes thy brest Loe giltles bloode shall thus eche where be shed Thus shall the wasted soile yelde forth no fruite But derth and famyne shal possesse the Lande The Townes shal be consumed brent with fire The peopled Cities shall ware desolate And thou O Brittaine Land whilom in renowme Whilome in wealth and fame shalt thus be torne Dismembred thus and thus be rent in twayne Thus wasted and defaced spoiled and destroied These be the fruits your ciuill warres wil bring Hereto it cōmes when kinges will not consent To graue aduise but folow wilfull wyll This is the ende when in yonge Princes hartes Flattery preuayles and sage rede hath no place These are the plages when murder is the meane To make newe Heires vnto the Royall Crowne Thus wreke the Gods whē the the mothers wrath Nought but the blood of her owne child may swage These mischiefes springs whē Rebelles wil arise To worke reuenge and iudge their Princes facte This this ensues when noble men do faile In loyall trouthe and subiectes will be kinges And this doth growe when loe vnto the Prince Whome death or sodene happe of liefe bereaues No certayne Heire remaines suche certentie As not all onely is the rightfull Heire But to the Realme is so made vnknowen to be And trouth therby vested in Subiectes hartes To owe faith there where right is knowen to rest Alas in Parliament what hope can bee When is of Parliament no hope at all Whiche thoughe it be assembled by consent Yet is it not likely with consent to ende While eche one for him selfe or for his frende Against his foe shall trauaile what he maye While nowe the state left open to the man That shall with greatest force inuade the same Shall fill ambicious minds with gapynge hope When will they ones with yelding harts agree Or in the while howe shall the Realme he vsed No no then Parliament should haue ben holden And certaine Heires appoynted to the Crowne To staie their title of establisshed righte And plant the people in obedience While yet the Prince did liue whose name and power By lawfull Sōmons and auctorytie Might make a Parliament to be of force And might haue set the state in quiet staye But nowe O happie man whome spedie death Depriues of lyfe ne is enforced to see These hugie mischiefes and these miseries These ciuyll wars these murders these wrongs Of Iustice yet must Ioue in fyne restore This noble Crowne vnto the lawfull Heire For right will alwayes liue and rise at lengthe But wronge can neuer take deepe roote to last ¶ The ende of the Tragedie of Kynge Gorboduc

as yet In this harde case what worde thou canst alledge For thy defence by vs hath not ben harde We are content to staie our wyll for that Whiche Iustice biddes vs presently to worke And geue the leaue to vse thie speache at full If ought thou haue to laye for thine excuse Porrex Neither O kyng I can or wyll denie But that this hande from Ferrex lyfe hath reft Which fact how much my doleful hart doth waile Oh would it mought as full appeare to sight As inwarde griefe doth powre it forth to me So yet perhappes if euer ruthefull hart Melting in teares within a manlie breast Throughe depe repentaunce of his bloudie facte If euer griefe if euer wofull man Might moue regreite with sorowe of his fault I thinke the torment of my mournefull case Knowen to your grace as I do feele the same Woulde force euen wrath her selfe to pytie mee But as the water troubled with the mudde Shewes not the face whiche els the eye shulde see Euen so your Irefull minde with stirred thought Can not so perfectly discerne my cause But this vnhappe emongst so many heapes I must content me with most wretched man That to my selfe I must referre my woe In pynynge thoughts of myne accursed facte Sithens I may not shewe here my smallest griefe Suche as it is and as my breast endures Whiche I esteme the greatest myserie Of all mishappes that Fortune nowe can sende Not that I rest in hope with plaints and teares Should purchase life for to the Goddes I clepe For true recorde of this my faithfull speache Neuer this harte shall haue the thoughtfull dreade To die the death that by your Graces dome By iust desarte shal be pronounced to mee Nor neuer shal this tongue ones spend this speche Pardon to craue or seeke by sute to lyue I meane not this as though I were not touchde With care of dreadfull death or that I helde Lyfe in contempt but that I knowe the mynde Stoupes to no dreade although the flesh be fraile And for my gilt I yelde the same so great As in my selfe I finde a feare to sue For graunte of lyfe Gorboduc In vayne O wretche thou shewed A wofull harte Ferrex nowe lyes in graue Slaine by thy hande Porrex Yet this O father heare And than I ende Your Maiestie well knowes That whan my Brother Ferrex and my selfe By your owne hest were ioyned in gouernaunce Of this your Graces Realme of Brittayne Lande I neuer sought nor trauaylled for the same Nor by my selfe or by no scende I wrought But from your highnes will alone it spronge Of your most gracious goodnes bent to me But howe my Brothers hart euen than repined With swollen disdaine against mine egali rule Seing that Realme which by discent shuld grow Whollie to him allotted halfe to me Euen in your highnes Court he nowe remaynes And with my Brother than in nearest place Who can recorde what proofe therof was shewde And how my brothers enuious hart appearde Yet I that iudged it my parte to seeke His fauour and good will and lothe to make Your highnes knowe the thing which shuld haue brought Grief to your grace your offēce to him Hopyng by earnest suite shuld soone haue wonne A louynge hart within a Brothers brest Wrought in that sorte that for a pleadge of loue And faithfull hart he gaue to me his hande This made me thinke that he had banished quite All rancour from his thought and bare to me Suche hartie loue as I did owe to him But after once we left your Graces Court And from your highnes presence liued aparte This egall rule still still did grudge him so That nowe those Enuious sparkes which erst lay raked In lyuing cinders of dissemblynge brest Kindled so farre within his hates disdaine That longer could he not refraine from proofe Of secrete practise to depriue me life By Poysons force and had bereft me so If myne owne Seruaunt hired to this fact And moued by trouthe with hate to worke the same In time had not bewraied it vnto mee Whan thus I sawe the knot of loue vnknitte All honest League and faithfull promise broke The Lawe of kind and trothe thus rent in twaine His hart on mischiefe set and in his brest Blacke treason hid then then did I dispaier That euer tyme coulde wynne him frende to me Than sawe I howe he smyled with slaying knife Wrapped vnder cloke then sawe I depe deceite Lurke in his face and death prepared for mee Euen nature moued me than to holde my lyfe More deare to me than his and bad this hande Since by his lyfe my death must nedes ensue And by his death my lyfe to be preserued To shed his bloud and seeke my safetie so And wisdome willed me without protracte In spedie wise to put the same in vre Thus haue I tolde the cause that moued me To worke my Brothers death and so I yelde My lyfe my death to iudgement of your grace Gorboduc Oh cruell wight shulde any cause preuaile To make the staine thy hands with brothers blod But what of thee we will resolue to doe Shal yet remaine vnknowen Thou in the meane Shalt from our royall presence banyshed be Vntill our Princely pleasure furder shall To the be shewed departe therfore our sight Accursed childe What cruell destenie What frowarde fate hath sorted vs this chaunce That euen in those where we shuld comfort find Where our delight nowe in our aged daies Shulde rest and be euen there our onelie griefe And depest sorrowes to abridge our liefe Most pynyng cares and deadlie thoughts do graue yours Arostus Your Grace shuld now in these graue yeres of Haue founde ere this the price of mortall Ioyes Howe shorte they be howe fadyng heare in earth Howe full of chaunge howe Brittle our estate Of nothynge sure saue onely of the Death To whome both man and all the worlde doth owe Their ende at last neither shall natures power In other sorte against your harte preuayle Than as the naked hande whose stroke assayes The Armed breast where force doth light in vaine Gorboduc Many can yelde right graue and sage aduise Of pacient sprite to others wrapped in woe And can in speache both rule and conquere kinde Who if by proofe they might feele natures force Wold shewe them selues men as thei are in dede which now wil nedes be gods but what doth meane The sory chere of her that here doth come Marcella Oh where is ruthe or where is pytie nowe Whether is gentle harte and mercie fled Are they exiled out of our stony breasts Neuer to make retourne is all the worlde Drowned in bloode and soncke in crueltie If not in women mercie maye be founde If not alas within the mothers brest To her owne childe to her owne flesshe and blood If ruthe be banished thence if pytie there Maye haue no place if there no gentle harte Do lyue and dwell where shuld we seeke it than Gorboduc Madame

alas what meanes your woful tale Marcella O sillie woman I why to this howre Haue kinde and fortune thus deferred my breathe That I shuld lyue to see this dolefull daye Will euer wight beleue that suche harde harte Coulde rest within the cruell mothers breaste With her owne hande to slaye her onely sonne But out alas these eyes behelde the same They sawe the driery sight and are become Most ruthfull recordes of the bloodie facte Porrex alas is by his mother slayne And with her hand a wofull thynge to tell While slomberinge on his carefull bed he restes His hart stalde in with kniefe is reft of life Gorboduc O Eubulus oh drawe this sworde of ours And perce this hart with speede O hatefull light O lothsome liefe O sweete and welcome Death Dere Eubulus worke this we thee beseche Eubulus Patient your Grace perhappes he liueth yet With wounde receued but not of certayne death Gorboduc O let vs than repaier vnto the place And see if that Porrex or thus be slaine Marcella Alas he liueth not it is to true That with these eies of him a pereles Prince Sonne to a King and in the flower of youth Euen with a twinke a censeles stocke I sawe Arostus O dampned deed Marcella But heare this ruthefull ende The noble Prince perst with the sodeine wounde Out of his wretched slombre hastelie starte Whole strēgth now failyng streight he ouerthrew When in the fall his eyes euen newe vnclosed Behelde the Quene and cryed to her for helpe We then alas the Ladies whiche that tyme Did there attende seynge that heynous deede And hearing him oft call the wretched name Of mother and to crie to her for Aide Whose direfull hand gaue him the mortal wound Pitieng alas for nought els could we do His ruthefull ende ranne to the wofull bedde Dispoyled streight his brest and all we might wyped in vaine with napkyns next at hande The sodeine streames of blood that flusshed fast Out of the gaping wounde O what a looke O what a ruthefull stedfast eye me thought He fixed vpon my face whiche to my deathe Will neuer parte fro me when with a braide A deepe set signe he gaue and therewith all Claspinge his handes to heauen he cast his sight And streight pale death pressyng within his face The flyinge ghoste his mortall corps forsooke Arostus Neuer did age bring forth so vile a facte Marcella O harde and cruell happe that thus assigned Vnto so worthie a wighte so wretched ende But most harde cruell harte that coulde consent To lende the hatefull destenies that hande By whiche alas so heynous cryme was wrought O Queene of Adamante O Marble breaste If not the fauour of his comelie face If not his Princelie chere and countenaunce His valiant Actiue Armes his manlie breaste If not his faier and semelie personage His noble Lymmes in suche preparacion caste As would haue wrapped a sillie womans thought If this mought not haue moued the bloodie harte And that most cruell hande the wretched weapon Euen to let fall and kiste him in the face With teares for ruthe to reaue suche one by death Should nature yet consent to slaye her sonne O mother thou to murder thus thie childe Euen Ioue with Iustice must with lightening flames From heauen send down some strange reuenge on thee Ah noble Prince how oft haue I beheld Thee mounted on thy fierce and traumpling stede Shyning in Armour bright before the Tylte And with thy Mistresse Sleaue tied on thy Helme And charge thy staffe to please thy Ladies eie That bowed the head peece of thy frendly foe Howe oft in Armes on horse to bende the Mace Howe oft in Armes on foote to breake the sworde Whiche neuer nowe these eyes men 〈◊〉 againe Arostus Madame alas in vaine these plaints are shed Rather with me departe and helpe to asswage The thoughtfull griefes that in the aged kings Must nedes by nature growe by death of this His onelie sonne whome he did holde so deare Marcella What wight is that whiche sawe that I did see And could refraine to waile with plainte teares Not I alas that harte is not in me But let vs goe for I am greued anewe To call to minde the wretched fathers woe Chorus Whan gredie lust in Royall seate to reigne Hath reft all care of goddes and eke of men And cruell hart wrathe Treason and disdaine Within the ambicious breast are lodged then Beholde howe mischiefe wide her selfe displaies And with the brothers hande the brother slaies When blood thus shed doth staine this heauens face Crying to Ioue for vengeaunce of the deede The mightie God euen moueth from his place With wrathe to wreke then sendes he forth with spede The dreadful furies daughters of the night With Serpents girt carying the whip of Ire With heare of stinging snakes and shining bright With flames and blood and with a brande of fire These for reuenge of wretched Murder done Do make the Mother kill her onelie sonne Blood asketh blood death must death requite Ioue by his iust and euerlasting dome Iustly hath euer so requited it These times before recorde and tymes to come Shall finde it true and so doth present proofe Present before our eies for our behoofe O happie wight that suffres not the snare Of murderous minde to tangle him in bloode And happie he that can in time beware By others harmes and tourne it to his goode But wo to him that fearing not to offende Doth serue his lust and will not see the ende ¶ The order and signification of the dōme shewe before the fifthe Acte ¶ Firste the Drommes and Fluites beganne to sounde durynge whiche there came foorth vpon the Stage a companie of Hargabusiers and of Armed men all in order of Battaile These after their Peeces discharged and that the Armed men had three tymes marched aboute the Stage departed and then the Drommes and Fluits did cease Hereby was signified tumults rebellions Armes and ciuyll warres to folowe as fel in the Realme of great Brittayne which by the space of fiftie yeares and more continued in ciuyll warre betwene the Nobylytie after the death of king Gorboduc of his Issues for wante of certayne lymitacion in the Succession of the Crowne till the time of Dunwalle Molmutius who reduced the Lande to Monarche Actus quintus Scena prima Clotyn Mandud Gwenard Fergus Eubulus Clotyn DId euer age bring forth such Tirants hartes The Brother hath bereft the Brothers lyfe The Mother she hath died her cruell handes In bloud of her owne sonne and nowe at last The people loe forgettyng trouthe and loue Contemnynge quite both Lawe and loyall harte Euen they haue slayne their soueraigne Lord and Quene Mandud Shall this their trayterous crime vnpunished rest Euen yet they cease not caryed out with rage In their rebellious routes to threaten stil A newe bloode shedde vnto the Princes kinne To slaie them all and to vproote the race Both of the kyng and Queene so are