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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

and raise in Armour there All power I can and here my secrete friendes By secrete practise shall sollicite still To seeke to wynne to me the peoples hartes Actus quintus Scena secunda Eubulus Clotyn Mandud Gwenard Arostus Nuntius Eubulus O Ioue Howe are these peoples hartes abusde what blind Furie thus headlong caries thē That though so many bokes so many rolles Of Auncient time recorde what greuous plagues Light on these Rebelles aye and thoughe so ofte Their eares haue hard their aged fathers tell What iust rewarde these Traitours still receyue Yea though them selues haue sene depe death and blod By strangling cord slaughter of the sword To suche assigned yet can they not beware Yet can they not staie their rebellious handes But suffring to fowle treason to distaine Their wretched myndes forget their loyall harte Reiecte all trueth and rise against their Prince A ruthefull case that those whome duties bounde Whome grafted Lawe by nature trueth and faith Bounde to preserue their Coūtrey and their king Borne to defende their Cōmon wealth Prince Euen they shulde geue consent thus to subuerte The Brittaine Land from the wombe shuld bring O natyue soile those that will nedes destroye And ruyne thee and eke them selues in fine For lo when ones the Duke had offred Grace Of pardon sweete the multitude mislead By traiterous fraude of their vngracious heades One sorte that sawe the daungerous successe Of stubborne standynge in rebellious warre And knewe the difference of Princes power From headles nombre of tumultuous routes Whom cōmen Countreies care and priuate feare Taught to repent the terrour of their rage Laide handes vpon the Captains of their bande And brought them bound vnto the mightie Dukes An other sorte not trusting yet so well The trueth of Pardon or mistrusting more Their owne offence than that thei could conceiue Suche hope of pardon for so foule misdede Or for that they their Captaines could not yeld Who fearinge to be yelded flead before Stale home by scilence of the secrete night The thirde vnhappie and vnraged sorte Of desperate harts who stained in Princes blood From trayterous furour could not be withdrawen By loue by lawe by grace ne yet by feare By proffered lyfe ne yet by threatened Death With mindes hopeles of liefe dreadles of Deathe Careles of Countrey and aweless of God Stoode bente to fighte as Furies did them moue With violent death to close their traiterous lyfe These all by power of Horsemen were opprest And with reuenging sworde slayne in the fielde Or with the strangling Cord hanged on the trees Where yet the carryen Carcases do proche The fruites that Rebelles reape of their vproars And of the murder of their sacred Prince But loe where do approche the noble Dukes By whom these tumults haue ben thus appeasde Clotyn I thinke the worlde wyll now at length beware And feare to put on armes agaynst their Prince Mandud If not those trayterous hartes that dare rebell Let them beholde the wide and hugie fieldes With bloode bodie spread with rebelles slayne The lustie trees clothed with corpses dead That strangled with the corde do hange therin Arostus A iust rewarde suche as all tymes before Haue euer lotted to those wretched folkes Gwenard But what meanes he that cōmeth here so fast Nuntius My Lords as duetie and my trouth doth moue And of my Countrey worke and care in mee That if the spendynge of my breath auaile To do the Seruice that my harte desires I would not shunne to imbrace a present death So haue I nowe in that wherein I thought My trauayle mought perfourme some good effects Ventred my liefe to bringe these tydinges here Fergus the mightie Duke of Albanye Is nowe in Armes and lodgeth in the fielde With twentie thousand men hether he bendes His spedie marcke minds to inuade the Crowne Dayly he gathereth strength and spreads abrode That to this Realme no certeine Heire remaines That Brittayne Lande is left without a guyde That he the Scepter seekes for nothing els But to preserue the people and the Lande Whiche now remaine as ship without a Sterne Loe this is that whiche I haue hereto saide Clotyn Is this his fayth and shall he falsely thus Abuse the vauntage of vnhappie times O wretched Lande if his outragious pride His cruell and vntempred wilfulnes His deepe dissemblinge shewes of false pretence Should once attaine the Crowne of Brittayn lande Let vs my Lords with tymely force resist The newe attempt of this our cōmon foe As we would quenche the flames of cōmen fire Mandud Though we remaine without a certayn Prince To weld the Realme or guide the wandring rule Yet nowe the cōmen Mother of vs all Our Natiue Lande our Countrey that conteines Our wiues children kyndred our selues and all That euer is or maye be deare to man Cries vnto vs to helpe our selues and her Let vs aduaunce our powers to represse This growynge foe of all our liberties Gwenard Yea let vs so my Lordes with hastie spede And ye O Goddes sende vs the welcome death To shed our bloode in fielde and leaue vs not In lothe some life to lenger out our lyues To see the hugie heapes of these vnhappes That nowe roll downe vpon the wretched Lande Where emptie place of Princelie gouernaunce No certayne staie nowe left of doubtles heire Thus leaue this guidelesse Realme an open pray To endlesse stormes and wast of ciuyll warre Arostus That ye my Lordes do so agree in one To saue your Countrey from the violent reigne And wrongfullie vsurped Tirrannie Of him that threatens conquest of you all To saue your realme in this realme your selues From forreyne thraldome of so proude a Prince Muche do I praise and I beseche the Goddes With happie honour to requite it you But O my Lords sithe now the Heauens wrath Hath reft this Lande the issue of their Prince Sithe of the body of our late Soueraine Lorde Remaines no mo since the yong kinges be slaine And of the Title of the discended Crowne Vncerteynly the diuerse mindes do thinke Euen of the Learned sorte and more vncertainlye Will perciall fancie and affection deeme But most vncertenlye wyll clymbynge pride And hope of Reigne withdrawe frō sondrie partes The doubtfull right and hopefull lust to reigne When ones this noble seruice is atchieued For Brittayne Lande the Mother of ye all When ones ye haue with armed force represt The proude attemptes of this Albanyan Prince That threatens thraldome to your Natiue Lande When ye shall vanquishers retourne from fielde And finde the Princely state an open praye To gredie lust and to vsurping power Then then my Lordes if euer kindely care Of auncient Honour of your auncestoures Of present wealth and noblesse of your stockes Yea of the lyues and safetie yet to come Of your deare wyues your children your selues Might moue your noble hartes with gentle ruthe Then then haue pytie on the torne estate Then helpe to salue the well neare