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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08361	The tragidie of Ferrex and Porrex set forth without any addition or alteration but altogether as the same was shewed on stage before the Queenes Maiestie, about nine yeares past, vz. the xviij. day of Ianuarie. 1561. by the gentlemen of the Inner Temple. Seene and allowed. [et]c.; Gorboduc	Norton, Thomas, 1532-1584.; Dorset, Thomas Sackville, Earl of, 1536-1608. aut	1560 (1560)	STC 18685; ESTC S121996	32,307	64

for my sonne No traitour no I thee refuse for mine Murderer I thee renounce thou art not mine Neuer O wretch this wombe conceiued thee Nor neuer bode I painfull throwes for thee Changeling to me thou art and not my childe Nor to no wight that sparke of pitie knew Ruthelesse vnkinde monster of natures worke Thou neuer suckt the milke of womans brest But from thy birth the cruell Tigers teates Haue nursed thee nor yet of fleshe and bloud Formde is thy hart but of hard iron wrought And wilde and desert woods bredde thee to life But canst thou hope to scape my iust reuenge Or that these handes will not be wrooke on thee Doest thou not know that Ferrex mother liues That loued him more dearly than her selfe And doth she liue and is not venged on thee Actus quartus Scena secunda Gorboduc Arostus Eubulus Porrex Marcella GOrb. We maruell much wherto this lingring stay Falles out so long Porrex vnto our court By order of our letters is returned â–ª And Eubulus receaued from vs by hest At his arriuall here to geue him charge Before our presence straight to make repaire And yet we haue no worde whereof he stayes Arostus Lo where he commes Eubulus with him Eubulus According to your highnesse hest to me Here haue I Porrex brought euen in such sort As from his weried horse he did alight For that your grace did will such hast therein Gorboduc We like and praise this spedy will in you To worke the thing that to your charge we gaue Porrex if we so farre should swarue from kinde And from those boundes which lawe of nature sets As thou hast done by vile and wretched deede In cruell murder of thy brothers life Our present hand could stay no longer time But straight should bathe this blade in bloud of thee As iust reuenge of thy detested crime No we should not offend the lawe of kinde If now this sworde of ours did slay thee here For thou hast murdered him whose heinous death Euen natures force doth moue vs to reuenge By bloud againe and iustice forceth vs To measure death for death thy due desert Yet sithens thou art our childe and sith as yet In this hard case what worde thou canst alledge For thy defence by vs hath not bene heard We are content to staye our will for that Which iustice biddes vs presently to worke And geue thee leaue to vse thy speche at full If ought thou haue to lay for thine excuse Porrex Neither O king I can or will denie But that this hand from Ferrex life hath reft Which fact how much my dolefull hart doth waile Oh would it mought as full appeare to sight As inward griefe doth poure it forth to me So yet perhappes if euer ruthefull hart Melting in teares within a manly brest Through depe repentance of his bloudy fact If euer griefe if euer wofull man Might moue regreite with sorrowe of his fault I thinke the torment of my mournefull case Knowen to your grace as I do feele the same Would force euen wrath her selfe to pitie me But as the water troubled with the mudde Shewes not the face which els the eye should see Euen so your irefull minde with stirred thought Can not so perfectly discerne my cause But this vnhappe amongest so many heapes I must content me with most wretched man That to my selfe I must reserue my woe In pining thoughtes of mine accursed fact Since I may not shewe here my smallest griefe Such as it is and as my brest endures Which I esteeme the greatest miserie Of all misschappes that fortune now can send Not that I rest in hope with plaint and teares To purchase life for to the Goddes I clepe For true recorde of this my faithfull speche Neuer this hart shall haue the thoughtfull dread To die the death that by your graces dome By iust desert shall be pronounced to me Nor neuer shall this tongue once spend the speche Pardon to craue or seeke by sute to liue I meane not this as though I were not touchde With care of dreadfull death or that I helde Life in contempt but that I know the minde Stoupes to no dread although the fleshe be fraile And for my gilt I yelde the same so great As in my selfe I finde a feare to sue For graunt of life Gorbodue In vaine O wretch thou shewest A wofull hart Ferrex now lies in graue Slaine by thy hand Porrex Yet this O father heare And then I end Your maiestie well knowes That when my brother Ferrex and my selfe By your owne hest were ioyned in gouernance Of this your graces realme of Brittaine land I neuer sought nor trauailled for the same Nor by my selfe nor by no frend I wrought But from your highnesse will alone it sprong Of your most gracious goodnesse bent to me But how my brothers hart euen then repined With swollen disdaine against mine egall rule Seing that realme which by discent should grow Wholly to him allotted halfe to me Euen in your highnesse court he now remaines And with my brother then in nearest place Who can recorde what proofe thereof was shewde And how my brothers enuious hart appearde Yet I that iudged it my part to seeke His fauour and good will and loth to make Your highnesse know the thing which should haue brought Brief to your grace your offence to him Hoping my earnest sute should soone haue wonne A louing hart within a brothers brest Wrought in that sort that for a pledge of loue And faithfull hart he gaue to me his hand This made me thinke that he had banisht quite All rancour from his thought and bare to me Such hartie loue as I did owe to him But after once we left your graces court And from your highnesse presence liued apart This egall rule still still did grudge him so That now those enumous sparkes which erst lay raked In liuing cinders of dissembling brest Kindled so farre within his hart disdaine That longer could he not refraine from proofe Of secrete practise to depriue me life By poysons force and had berest me so If mine owne seruant hired to this fact And moued by trouth with hate to worke the same In time had not bewrayed it vnto me Whan thus I sawe the knot of loue vnknitte All honest league and faithfull promise broke The law of kinde and trouth thus rent in twaine His hart on mischiefe set and in his brest Blacke treason hid then then did I despeire That euer time could winne him frend to me Then saw I how he smiled with slaying knife Wrapped vnder cloke then saw I depe deceite Lurke in his face and death prepared for me Euen nature moued me than to holde my life More deare to me than his and had this hand Since by his life my death must nedes ensue And by his death my life to be preserued To shed his bloud and seeke my safetie so And wisedome willed me without protract 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 yeld My life my death to iudgement of your grace Gord. Oh cruell wight should any cause preuaile To make thee staine thy hands with brothers bloud But what of thee we will resolue to doe Shall yet remaine vnknowen Thou in the meane Shalt from our royall presence banisht be Untill our princely pleasure furder shall To thee be shewed Depart therefore our sight Accursed childe What cruell desrenie What froward fate hath sorted vs this chaunce That euen in those where we should comfort find Where our delight now in our aged dayes Sould rest and be euen there our onely griefe And depest sorrowes to abridge our life Most pyning cares and deadly thoughts do grow Aros Your grace should now in these graue yeres of yours Haue found ere this y price of mortall ioyes How short they be how fading here in earth How full of chaunge how brittle our estate Of nothing sure saue onely of the death To whom both man and all the world doth owe Their end at last neither should natures power In other sort against your hart preuaile Than as the naked hand whose stroke assayes The armed brest where force doth light in vaine Gorbod Many can yelde right sage and graue aduise Of pacient sprite to others wrapped in woe And can in speche both rule and conquere kinde Who if by proofe they might feele natures force Would shew them selues men as they 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 ruth or where is pitie now Whether is gentle hart and mercy fled Are they exiled out of our stony brestes Neuer to make returne is all the world Drowned in bloud and soncke in crueltie If not in women mercy may be found If not alas within the mothers brest To her owne childe to her owne fleshe and bloud If ruthe be banished thence if pitie there May haue no place if there no gentle hart Do liue and dwell where should we seeke it then Gorb. Madame alas what meanes your woful tale Marcella O fillie woman I why to this houre Haue kinde and fortune thus deferred my breath That I should liue to see this dolefull day Will euer wight beleue that such hard hart Could rest within the cruell mothers brest With her owne hand to slay her onely sonne But out alas these eyes behelde the same They saw the driery sight and are becomē Most ruthfull recordes of the bloudy fact Porrex alas is by his mother slaine And with her hand a wofull thing to tell While slumbring on his carefull bed he restes His hart stabde in with knife is rest of life Gorboduc O Eubulus oh draw this sword of ours And pearce this hart with speed O hatefull light O lothsome life O sweete and welcome death Deare Eubulus worke this we thee besech Eubulus Pacient your grace perhappes he liueth yet With wound receaued but not of certaine death Gorboduc O let vs then repayre vnto the place And see if Porrex liue or thus be slaine Marcella Alas he liueth not it is to true That with these eyes of him a perelesse prince Sonne to a king and in the flower of youth Euen with a twinke a senselesse stocke I saw Arostus O damned deede Marcella But heare hys ruthefull end The noble prince pearst with the sodeine wound Out of his wretched slumber hastely start Whose strength now fayling straight he ouerthrew When in the fall his eyes euen new vnclosed Behelde the Queene and cryed to her for helpe We then alas the ladies which that time Did there attend seing that heynous deede And hearing him oft call the wretched name Of mother and to crye to her for aide Whose direfull hand gaue him the mortall wound Pitying alas for nought els could we do His ruthefull end ranne to the wofull bedde Dispoyled straight his brest and all we might Wiped in vaine with napkins next at hand The sodeine streames of bloud that flushed fast Out of the gaping wound O what a looke O what a ruthefull stedfast eye me thought He fixt vpon my face which to my death Will neuer part fro me when with a braide A deepe fet sigh he gaue and therewithall Clasping his handes to heauen he cast his sight And straight pale death pressing within his face The flying ghost his mortall corpes forsooke Arostus Neuer did age bring forth so vile a fact Marcella O hard and cruell happe that thus assigned Unto so worthy a wight so wretched end But most hard cruell hart that could consent To lend the hatefull destenies that hand By which alas so heynous crime was wrought O Queene of adamant O marble brest If not the fauour of his comely face If not his princely chere and countenance His valiant actiue armes his manly brest If not his faire and seemely personage His noble limnies in such proportion cast As would haue wrapt a sillie womans thought If this mought not haue moued thy bloudy hart And that most cruell hand the wretched weapon Euen to let fall and kiste him in the face With teares for ruthe to reaue such one by death Should nature yet consent to slay her sonne O mother thou to murder thus thy childe Euen Ioue with iustice must with lightning flames Frō heauen send downe some strange reuenge on thee Ah noble prince how oft haue I behelde Thee mounted on thy fierce and traumpling stede Shining in armour bright before the tilt And with thy mistresse sleue tied on thy helme And charge thy staffe to please thy ladies eye That bowed the head peece of thy frendly foe How oft in armes on horse to bend the mace How oft in armes on foote to breake the sworde Which neuer now these eyes may see againe Arostus Madame alas in vaine these plaints are shed Rather with me depart and helpe to swage The thoughtfull griefes that in the aged king Must needes by nature growe by death of this His onely sonne whom he did holde so deare Marcella What wight is that which saw y I did see And could refraine to waile with plaint and teares Not I alas that hart is not in me But let vs goe for I am greued anew To call to minde the wretched fathers woe Chorus Whan greedy lust in royall seate to reigne Hath re●t all care of Goddes and eke of men And cruell hart wrath treason and disoaine Within ambicious brest are lodged then Beholde how mischiefe wide her selfe displayes And with the brothers hand the brother slayes When bloud thus shed doth staine the heauens face Crying to Ioue for vengeance of the deede The mightic God euen moueth from his place With wrath to wreke then sendes he forth with spede The dreadfull furies daughters of the night With Serpentes girt carying the whip of ire With heare of stinging

these vnhappes 〈◊〉 now roll downe vpon the wretched land Where emptie place of princely gouernaunce No certaine stay now left of doubtlesse heire Thus leaue this guidelesse realme an open pray To endlesse stormes and waste of ciuill warre Arostus That ye my lordes do so agree in one To saue your countrey from the violent reigne And wrongfully vsurped tyrannie Of him that threatens conquest of you all To saue your realme and in this realme your selues From forreine thraldome of so proud a prince Much do I prayse and I besech the Goddes With happy honour to requite it you But O my lordes sith now the heauens wrath Hath reft this land the issue of their prince Sith of the body of our late soueraigne lorde Remaines no moe since the yong kinges be slaine And of the title of discended crowne Uncertainly the diuerse mindes do thinke Euen of the learned sort and more vncertainly Will parciall fancie and affection deeme But most vncertainly will climbing pride And hope of reigne withdraw to sundry partes The doubtfull right and hopefull lust to reigne When once this noble seruice is atchieued For Brittaine land the mother of ye all When once ye haue with armed force represt The proude attemptes of this Albanian prince That threatens thraldome to your natiue land When ye shall vanquishers returne from field And finde the princely state an open pray To gredie lust and to vsurping power Then then my lordes if euer kindly care Of auncient honour of your auncesters Of present wealth and noblesse of your stockes Yea of the liues and safetie yet to come Of your deare wiues your children and your selues Might moue your noble hartes with gentle ruth Then then haue pitie on the torne estate Then helpe to salue the welneare hopelesse sore Which ye shall do if ye your selues withholde The slaying knife from your owne mothers throate Her shall you saue and you and yours in her If ye shall all with one assent forbeare Once to lay hand or take vnto your selues The crowne by colour of pretended right Or by what other meanes so euer it be Till first by common counsell of you all In Parliament the regall diademe Be set in certaine place of gouernaunce In which your Parliament and in your choise Preferre the right my lordes with respect Of streugth or frendes or what soeuer cause That may set forward any others part For right will last and wrong can not endure Right meane I his or hers vpon whose name The people rest by meane of natiue line Or by the vertue of some former lawe Already made their title to aduaunce Such one my lordes let be your chosen king Such one so borne within your natiue land Such one preferre and in no wise admitte The heauie yoke of forreine gouernance Let forreine titles yelde to publike wealth And with that hart wherewith ye now prepare Thus to withstand the proude muading foe With that same hart my lordes keepe out also Unnaturall thraldome of strangers reigne Ne suffer you against the rules of kinde Your mother land to serue a forreine prince Eubulus Loe here the end of Brutus royall line And loe the entry to the wofull wracke And vtter ruine of this noble realme The royall king and eke his sonnes are slaine No ruler restes within the regall seate The heire to whom the scepter longes vnknowen That to eche force of forreine princes power Whom vauntage of our wretched state may moue By sodeine armes to gaine so riche a realme And to the proud and gredie minde at home Whom blinded lust to reigne leade to aspire Loe Brittaine realme is left an open pray A present spoyle by conquest to ensue Who seeth not now how many rising mindes Do feede their thoughts with hope to reach a realme 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 royall crowne will want no right Nor such as shall display by long discent A lineall race to proue him lawfull king In the meane while these ciuel armes shall rage And thus a thousand mischiefes shall vnfolde And farre and neare spread thee O Brittaine land All right and lawe shall cease and he that had Nothing to day to morrowe shall enioye Great heapes of golde and he that flowed in wealth Loe he shall be berest of life and all And happiest he that then possesseth least The wiues shall suffer rape the maides defloured And children fatherlesse shall weepe and wane With fire and sworde thy natiue folke shall perishe One kinsman shall bereaue an others life The father shall vnwitting slay the sonne The sonne shall slay the sire and know it not Women and maides the cruell souldiers sword Shall perse to death and sillie children loe That play in the streetes and fieldes are found By violent hand shall close their latter day Whom shall the fierce and bloudy souldier Reserue to life Whom shall he spare from death Euen thou O wretched mother halfe aliue Thou shalt beholde thy deare and onely childe Slaine with the sworde while he yet suckes thy brest Loe giltlesse bloud shall thus eche where be shed Thus shall the wasted soile yelde forth no fruite But dearth and famine shall possesse the land The townes shall be consumed and burnt with fire The peopled cities shall waxe desolate And thou O Brittaine whilome in renowme Whilome in wealth and fame shalt thus be torne Dismembred thus and thus be rent in twaine Thus wasted and defaced spoyled and destroyed These be the fruites your ciuil warres will bring Hereto it commes when kinges will not consent To graue aduise but followe wilfull will. This is the end when in fonde princes hartes Flattery preuailes and sage rede hath no place These are the plages when murder is the meane To make new heires vnto the royall crowne Thus wreke the Gods when that the mothers wrath Nought but the bloud of her owne childe may swage These mischiefes spring when rebells will arise To worke reuenge and iudge their princes fact This this ensues when noble men do faile In loyall trouth and subiectes will be kinges And this doth growe when loe vnto the prince Whom death or sodeine happe of life bereaues No certaine heire remaines such certaine heire As not all onely is the rightfull heire But to the realme is so made knowen to be And trouth therby vested in subiectes hartes To owe fayth there where right is knowen to rest Alas in Parliament what hope can be When is of Parliament no hope at all Which though it be assembled by consent Yet is not likely with consent to end While eche one for him selfe or for his frend Against his foe shall trauaile what he may While now the state left open to the man That shall with greatest force inuade the same Shall fill ambicious mindes with gaping hope When will they once with yelding hartes agree Or in the while how shall the realme be vsed No no then Parliament should haue bene holden And certeine heires appointed to the crowne To stay the title of established right And in the people plant obedience While yet the prince did liue whose name and power By lawfull sommons and authoritie Might make a Parliament to be of force And might haue set the state in quiet stay But now O happie man whom spedie death Depriues of life ne is enforced to see These hugie mischiefes and these miseries These ciuil warres these murders these wronges Of iu●●ice yet must God in fine restore This noble crowne vnto the lawfull heire For right will alwayes liue and rise at length But wrong can neuer take deepe roote to last ▪