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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

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

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