somtime did delight in clothed coat of maylle Is now constraynd in Carones bote ouer the brouke to saylle That flose vpon the fatall bankes of Plutose kingdome great And that in shade of silent wodes and valeys gréene do beate Where soules of kinges other wights apoyntid are to be In quiet state there also is this worthey reall trée Of south I ioye for to behold Horestes actyue cheare The which in father somtime was in son doth now apear But where is he that all this day I neauer sawe his face Horestes Kenll downe At hand O King thy saruant is which wissheth to thy grace All hayl with happey fate certayne with pleasures many fould But yet my leege a sute I haue if I might be so bold To craue the same my soferayn lord wherby I might aspyer Vnto the thing with very much O king I do requier Idumeus What thing is that if we suppose it laufull for to be On prynces faith without delaye at shall be giuen the Vyce Tout let him alone now we may in good south I was not so lustey my pourpose to get But now of my honestey I tell you of truth In reuenging the wronge his mynd he hath set It is not Idumeus that hath poure to let Horestes fro sekinge his mother to kyll Tout let hym alone he le haue his owne wyll Horestes Sith that your grace hath willed me this my desiar to show Oh gratious king this thing it is I let your grace to know That long I haue request to vew my fathers kingley place And eke for to reuenge the wrong done to my fathers grace Is myne intent wherefore o king graunt that without delaye My earytage and honor eke atchyue agayne I maye Idumeus Stey their a whyle Horestes mine tyll councell do decrée The thing that shall vnto your state most honorabell bée My counciler how do you thinke let vs your councell haue How think you by this thīg that which Horestes now doth craue Councell As I do thinke my soferayne lord it should be nothing ill A Prynce for to reuenged be on those which so dyd kyll His fathers grace but rather shall it be a feare to those That to the lyke at anye time their cruell mindes dispose And also as I thinke it shall an honer be to ye To adiuuate and helpe him with some men reuenged to be This do I thinke most fyttest for your state and his also Do as you lyst sieth that your grace my mind herin doth kno Idumeus Sith Councell thinkes it fyt in ded reuenged for to be That you Horestes in good south for to reuenge I grée And also to mayntaine your war I graunt you with good will A thousand men of stomake bolde your enimise to kyll Take them forth with forward go let slyp no time ne tyd For chaunce to leasure to be bound I tell you can not byd Go therfore straight prouide your men like a manly knight In place of stouer put forth thy selfe assay with all thy might To win the fame for glorey none it chambering doth rest Marke what I saye to get thy men I take it for they best Vyce Com on Horestes sith thou hast obtayned thy desier Tout tout man seke to dystroye as doth the flaming fier Whose properte thou knoest doth gro as long as any thing Is left wher by the same may seme som suckcor for to bring Horestes I thanke your grace I shal sequest your gratius mind herin Vyce Se se I praye you how he ioyse that he must war begin Go out Idumeus Go out My councell now declare to me how think you by this wight Doth not he seme in south to be in tyme a manley knight By all the godes I thinke in south a man may easeley kno Whose son he was so right he doth his fathers steppes follow Councell Vndoubtedly my soferaynd lorde he semeth vnto me Not to sequest his fathers steppes in feates of cheuallrey But rather for to imitate the floure of great 〈◊〉 land I meane Achilles that same knight by whose one only hand The Greaciās haue obtaind at laingth the cōquest of old Troy For which thei did holl x. yeres space their labor great imploy Idumeus Syth he is gon for to puruaye such thinges as shall in dede Suffise to sarue his tourn in wares wherof he shal haue nede Let vs depart and when he shall retourne heather a gayne To sée the must or of his men we wyll sure take the payne Haltersycke Go out The Songe Entrithe syngeth this song to the tune of haue ouer the water to floride or selengers round Farre well adew that courtlycke lyfe To warre we tend to gowe It is good sport to se the stryfe Of sodyers on a rowe How mereley they forward march These enemys to slaye With hey trym and tryxey to Their banners they dysplaye Now shaull we haue the Golden cheates When others want the same And sodyares haue foull maney feates Their enemyes to tame With couckinge heare and bomynge their They breake thear fose araye And loustey Iades amid the feldes Thear ensines do dysplaye The droum and flute playe lousteley The troumpet blose a mayne And ventrous knightes corragiousley Do march before thear trayne With speare in reste so lyuely drest In armour bryghte and gaye With hey trym and tryxey to Thear banners they dysplaye Hempstringe Goges oundes haultersycke what makes thou heare Hempstring commeth in speaketh Haultersycke What Iacke hempstringe welcom draw neare Hempstringe By his oundes I haue soughte the some newse the to tell Haultersycke Godes bloud what newse i st the deuell in hell Hempstring In faythe thou art meatey but this is the matter Doust thou hear haltersicke each man doth clatter Of warres ye of warres for Horestes wyll go His erytage to wyn boye the truth is so Haultersycke Nay but Iacke Hempstringe sease of this prate Yf thou cauil me boye then beware thy pate Hempstringe What hould thy peace as far as I se We be boyse both thearfore let vs grée Haultersycke Boye naye be god though I be but smaull Yet Iacke hempstringe a hart is worth all And haue not I an hart that to warres dare go Yes hempstringe I warrant the that thou shouldest know If dycke haltersyckes mynde thou moue vnto eyar Colles neauer bourne tyll they be set one fyare Hempstringe Ye but if they bourne so that they same Yet water dycke halltersycke the bourning cane same But hacke thée my master will venter a ioynt And me to wayte on him he all readye doth poynt But hearste thou thou knowest my master loues well Now and then to be snappinge at some dayntye mossell But by goges bloud halltersycke if thou loue me Take some prytey wenche our laundrar to be And be goges bloud I am contentyd to beare Halfe of her chargis when that she comes thear Haultersycke As fyt for the warre Iacke hempstringe thou art In fayth as abe is to drawe a carte He is lyke
in punnyshinge of those Which law ne pain frō waloing still in vice their mind dispose And as thou hast byn chiefes cause of yelding vp they breath So call to minde thou wast the cause of Agamemnons death For which as death is recompence of death so eke with the For kyllinge of my father thou now kylled eke shault be This thinge to se accomplyshyd reuenge with the shall go Now haue her hence sieth that you all my iudgment here do kno Clytemnestra A lacke a lack with drawe thy hand my son from sheding bloud Vyce Thou art a foule thus for to prate this doth Horestes good Com on a way thou doust no more but him with words molest A foulyshe foull that thou wart ded he takes it for the best Clytemnestra Knele downe Yf euer aney pytie was of mother plante in the Let it apeare Horestes myne and showe it vnto me Horestes What pyttie thou on father myne dydest cursedley bestowe The same to the at this present I purpose for to showe Therfore Reuenge haue her a way and as I iudgment gaue So se that she in order lyke her punishment dew haue Let Clytemnestra wepe and go out reueng also Vyce Let me alone com on a way that thou weart out of sight A pestelaunce on the crabyd queane I thinke thou do delyght Him to molest com of in hast and troubell me no more Come on com on it es all in vaine and get you on a fore Horestes Now syeth we haue the conquest got of all our mortall fose Let vs prouide that occasion we do not chaunce to lose Stryke vp your droumes for enter now we wyll the citie gate For nowe resestaunce none there is to let vs in thereat Enter in fame let all the sodyers folow him in araye Fame As eache man bendes him selfe so I report his fame in dede Yf yll thē yll through iarne trūp his fame doth straigh prosede Yf good then good through golden trūp I blo his lyuely fame through heauēs throgh earth surgīg sease I bere abrod the same perhaps what wind me heather driues with in your mid̄s you muse From Crete I com to you my frends I bring this kind of newse That Agamemnons brother is ariuyd in this land And eke with him his ladey fayre Quene Helen vnderstand Whom for to se a great frequent of people their aryue This newse to shew at this present me heather now dyd driue enter the Vyce singing this songe Vyce A Newe master a newe No lenger I maye Abyde by this daye Horestes now doth rew A new master a new And was it not yll His mother to kyll I pray you how saye you A new master a new Nowe it es to late To shut the gate Horestes gines to rew Fame Deniquod non paruas animo dati gloria vires Et foecunda facit pectora laudis amor As Ouid sayeth I am in dede the spure to each estate For by my troumpe I often cause the wicked man to hate Is fylthey lyfe and eke I stoure the good more good to be So much the hart and will of man is lynked vnto me Vyce A new master a new naye I wyll go Tout tout Horestes is be a newe man Now he sorroweth to bad that it is so Yet I wyll oresse him by his oundes and I can Who Saintie amen God morrowe mystres Nan By his oundes I am glad to se the so trycke Nay may I be so bould at your lyppes to haue a lycke Iesus how coye do you make the same You neauer knew me afore I dare saye In fayth in fayth I was to blame That I made no courchey to you by the waye Who berladye Nan thou art trym and gaye Woundes of me she hath winges also Who whother with a myschefe doust thou thinke for to go To heauen or to hell to pourgatorye or spayne To Venys to pourtugaull or to the eylles Canarey Nay stay a whyle for a myle or twayne I wyll go with the I sweare by saynt marey Wylt thou haue a bote Nan ouer seay the to carey For yf it chaunce for to rayne as the weathers not harde It may chaunce this trym geare of thine to be marde Fame Omnia si perdis famam seruare memento Qua semel amissa postia nullus eris Aboue eache thinge kepe well thy fame what euer that thou lose For fame once gone they memory with fame a way it gose And it once lost thou shalt in south accomptyd lyke to be A drope of rayne that faulyth in the bosom of the sée Me fame therfore as Ouid thinkes no man hath powre to hold To those with whom I please to dwell I am more rich thē gold What causid som for countris soyle them selues to perrell cast But that the knew that after death the fame of thers shall last Not on but all do me desiare both good and bad lykewyse As maye apeare yf we perpend of Nerose enterpryse Which first did cause his masters death eke wheras he laye In mothers wound to se in south his mother dyd straight slay With this Horestes eke takes place whose father being slayn throgh mothers gile frō mothers blod his hāds could not refraīe But lyke as he reuengyd the death of father in his eyare So fathers brother in lyke sort Reuenge hath set on fyare For he is gon for to request the ayde of prynces great So sore his hart is set on fyare throught raging rigorus heat What to detarmayne all the kynges of Grece aryued be At Nestores towne that Athens highte their iudgment to decre Vyce Oundes harte and nayles naye now I am drest Is the kinge Menalaus at Athenes aryued And I am be hind to be packinges the best Least the matter in south to sone be contryued Auxilla humilia firma consensus facit this allwayes prouided That consent maketh suckers most sure for to be Well I wyll be their strayght wayse you shall se Go out Fame As Publius doth well declare we ought chefest to se Vnto our selues that nought be don after extremite Abalio expectes alteri quod feceris For loke what mesure thou dost meate the same againe shal be At other tyme at others hand repayde againe to the Therefore I wyshe eache wight to do to others as he would That they in lyke occasion vnto him offer would Wel forth I must som newse to here for fame no where cā stay But what she hears throughout ye would abrod she doth display Go out Prouicion Make roume and gyue place stand backe there a fore For all my speakinge you presse styll the more Gyue rome I saye quickeley and make no dalyaunce It is not now tyme to make aney taryaunce The kinges here do com therefore giue way Or elles by the godes I wyll make you I saye Lo where my Lord Kynge Nestor doth com And Horestes with him Agamemnons sonne Menelaus a kyng lykewyse of great fame Make rome I saye before their with shame Nestor Nowe
⧠A NEWE Enterlude of Vice Conteyninge the Historye of Horestes with the cruell reuengment of his Fathers death vpon his one naturall Mother by Iohn Pikeryng The players names The Vice Rusticus Hodge Horestes Idumeus Councell Clytemnestra Halltersycke Hempstryng Nestor Menalaus A woman Sodyer Nobulle Nature Prouisyon Harrauld Sodyer Truthe Fame Hermione Dewtey Messenger Egestus Commones ☞ The names deuided for vi to playe The fyrst the Vice and Nature and Dewtey 3. 2. Rusticus Idumeus 2. Sodyer Menelauus Nobulles 5. 3. Hodge Counsell Messenger Nestor Commones 5. 4. Horestes a woman Prologue 3. 5. Haulltersicke Sodyer Egistus Harrauld Fame Truth and Idumeus 7. 6. Hempstrynge Clytemnestra Prouisyon Hesmione 4. ¶ Imprinted at London to fletestrete at the signe of the Falcon by Wylliam Gryffith and are to be solde at his shope in S. Dunstons Churcheyearde Anno. 1567 The Vyce A Syrra nay soft what let me see God morrowe to you syr how do you fare Sante a men I thincke it wyll be the next day in the morning before I com thear Well forwarde I wyll for to prepare Some weapons armour the catiues to quell I lle teache the hurchetes agayne to rebell Rebell ye syr how saye you there to What you had not beste their partes to take Houlde the content foole and do as I do Or elles me chaunce your pate for to ake Ye and that 's more for feare thou shalt quake Before Horestes when in good south he Shall arryue in this lande reuenged to bée Well forwarde I wyll thynges to pouruaye In good south for the wares as I shall thincke good Farre well good man dotterell and marke what I saye Or eles it may chaunce you to seke a new houd You would eate no more cakbread I thinke then by the roud If that that same poulle from your shoulderes were hent You would thincke you were yll if so you were shent Hear entryth Rustycus hodge Rustycus I hyll neuer nabore hodge haue a glade harte Tyll Egistous the Kynge hath for his desarte Receiued dew punnyshment for this well I knowe Horrestes to Crete with Idumeous dyd go When his father was slayne by his Mother most yll And therefore I thincke that com heather he wyll And reuenge the iniurey of his mother most dyare wastinge our land with zworde and with vyare Hodge Iesu nabor with vyar and zworde zaye you ze By gys nabor I hyll zaue one I tro For iche haue smaull good by gise for to lose And therefore iche care not how euer it gose But I hyll not be zlayne I hyll loue nothinge worsse I hyll neuer be bournt for the mony in my pourse Iche haue small rouddockes and sodyers I kno Wyll robbe the riche chorles and let the poore knaues go Vyce A syrre nowe steye and pause their a whyle Be not to hastye but take all the daye Be God I am wearey with comming this myle And hauing no money my horse heyare to paye Who how I rode on my fete all the waye Iesu what ground since yesterday at none Haue I gut thorow with this pare of shoune Rusticus Nabor hodge be goge hatche none I beare That this lyttell hourchet the devayaunce doth beare Come let vs go and of him in good south We woll conquear out the verey truth Vyce Hurchyt goges oundes gyppe with a wanyon Ar you so loustey in fayth good man clound Oundes hart and nayles this is a franion I lle teache you to floute me I hould you a pounde O that it weare not in fayth for my gound It wyll I be knoc vm yet for all that Hodge Hould good master you mare my new hat Fight Vyce Ha ha he mar his hat quoth he thear was all his thought Tout tout for the blose he set not a pyn That garment is dyer that with blose is bought Well sieres to in treat me syth you begyn I am contentyd my blade now shaull in But tell me syeres tell me no whearefore of me The cause on this sort your taullkynge should be Rusticus By gis and iche I hyll master for all my great payne Of this matter to you to tell the very playne My naybor hodge and I in good south Mot hear in the veldes I tell you the truth Now as we wear talkinge marke what I zaye You came in straight and of vs crost the waye Which thinge for zartyn when I dyd espye This fancey vlouncht in my head by and by And to hodge I zayde that by gys I dyd veare That your masshyp good master the devyaunce doth beare And be cause you weare lyttell and of stature but smaull Your person a hourchet in fayth I dyd caull But by gis be contentyd vor I hyll neauer more Ofvend you a gains but cham zorey thearuore Vyce Yf they weare not twayne I cared not a poynt But two is to meyney the prouerbe douth tell Elles be his oundes I would iobard this ioynt And teache them agaynste me againe to rebell O that I wear a bull the knaues vor to quell Then would I tryomphe passinge all measure Hodge Zentyll man zentyll man at your owne pleasure In fayth we be and thearfore we praye What they name is to vs vor to zaye Vyce My name would ye kno marrey you shaull Harke frynde fourst to the I wyll it declare Master pacience master pacience many on doth me caull But com heather nabor hodge thou must haue a share By gys vnto the I wyll not spare The same for to showe whearfore my frend My name is pacience if thou it perpend Hodge Past shame Godes gée naybor past shame By godes de naybor thates a tryccom name Vyce Tell a mare a tall and shye ll gerd out a fart Se bow the as my wordes douth mystake Would it not anger a saynt at the hart To se what a scoffe of my name he douth make O oundes of me as still as a stake He standith nought caring what of him maye be tyde Be his woundes I wod haue a arme or a syde Sought let me se it is best to be styll Good slepinge in a hole skynne ould foulkes do saye Not withstanding I wis ill haue myne owne wyll Naye I wyll be reuenged by his oundes and I maye Syrra you good man Rustycus marke what I saye Harke in thine eare man this dyd I see A hoge of thyne wearyed to be Rusticus Godes gée maister pacience I praye you me tell What horsen chorles doge my hogge so dyd quell Iche zware by gise and holye zaynt blyue I hyll bezwinge him and ich be a lyue By godes de cham angry and not well content Chould ha wear hear chould make him repent Ich had rather gyuen vore stryke of corne Then to had my hogge on this wyse forlorne But if I knewe whous dogge chould be Reuenged well inough iche warrent the Vyce Ha ha he by god Rusticus I maye saye in no game I knowe the person whose dogge so did flaye Thy hogge fye
seiste be firste the man that shall the Citie wyn How how now for to flye all ready they begynne Go make your liuely battel let it be longe eare you can win the Citie and when you haue won it let Horestes bringe out his mother by the arme let the droum sease playing the trumpet also when she is takē let her knele downe and speake Horestes With lyuely hartes my troumpeters exault your tubal sound And now my sodyers in your harts let courrage eke be found Com let vs go the godes for vs shall make an easey waye Spare none alyue for I am bent to seke their great decaye Clytemnestra A lack what heaps of myschefes great me selly wight torment Now is the tyme falune me vpon which I thought to preuent Yet best I seke my lyfe to saue perhappes he will me here A lacke reuengment he dothe craue for slaying his father dere Yf aney sparke of mothers bloud remaynd within thy breste Oh gratious child let now thine eares vnto my words be prest Pardon I craue Horestes myne saue now my corpes frō death Let no man saye that thou wast cause I yeldyd vp my breath I haue offendyd I do confesse yet saue my lyfe I praye And to they mother this request o knight do not denaye Horestes For to repent this facte of thyne now that it is to late Can not be thought a recompence for kylling of thy mate Go haue her hence therfore with spede se her sureley kepte And for the fact a fore thou dydest thou surley shouldst haue wept go out with on of the sodiares Vyce Nay far you wel in fayth you haue an aunswer get you hence Oundes of me I would not be in her cote for forty pence Nay nay a way far well a dew now now it is to late When stede is stollen for you in south to shut the stable gate She should haue wept whē first she went the king about to slay Let Horestes syth hard It makes no matter she foull well dyd brede her owne decaye Ounds of me what meane you man begyn you now to faynt Iesu god how styll he syttes I thinke he be a saynt Ooooo you care not for me nay sone I haue don I warrant ye wepe but let Horestes ryse bid him pease Horestes By all the godes my hart dyd fayle my mother for to se From hye estate for to be brought to so great myserey That all most I had graunted lyfe to her had not this be My fathers death whose death in south chefe causer of was she Vyce Euen as you saye but harke at hand Egistus draweth nye Who purposieth the chaunce of war Horestes for to trye Let Egistus enter set hys men in a raye let the drom playe tyll Horestes speaketh Horestes And by the godes I purpose eke my honour to defend Com on my men kepe your araye for now we do pretend Eather to be the conqerer or elles to dye in felde Lyft vp your hartes and let vs se how ye your blose can yeld Egistus Lyke manley men adresse your selues to get immortall fame Yf ye do flye lo what doth rest behynde but foull defame Strike vp your drūs let trūpets soūd your baners eke display And I my selfe as captayne to you wyll lead the waye Horestes Thou traytor to my father dere what makest the here in feld Repent the of thy wyckednes and to me strayght do yeld Egistus Thou pryncoks boy bastard slaue thinks thou me to subdew It lyeth not with in thy powre thou boye I tell the trew But yf I take thy corpes it shal be a fode the byrdes to fede Stryke vp your droums forward now to wars let vs prosede stryke vp your drū fyght a good whil then let sum of Egistus mē flye thē take hym let Horestes drau him vyolentlye let the drūs sease Horestes Oh vyllayne trayghtor now ye gods ne mortall man shall saue Thy corps frō death for blud for blud my fathers deth doth craue Oh tyraunt fyrse couldest thou voutsafe my father so to slaye But now no forse for thou hast wrought at last thine one decay Egistus A lacke a lacke yet spare my lyfe Horestes I the praye Horestes Thy lyfe naye trayghtor vyle that chefe I do denaye For as thou hast deseruyd so I shall thy facte requit That once couldst seme to me mine for to work such dispight Therfore com forth and for thy facte receaue dew punnishmēt Repent I say this former lyfe for this is my iudgment That for my fathers death the which we finde the chefe to be The causer of thou shalt be hanged where we thy death may se And as thou for my fathers death dew punnishment receiue So shall my mother in lykewise for that she gaue the leaue Him for to slaye and eke to it with good will condysende Therfore com of and sone dyspatch that we had made an end Egistus Ah heauey fate chaunce most yll wo worth this hap of mine For giue my faute you sacryd godes and to my wordes incline Your gracious eare for causer furst I was this is most plaine Of Agamemnous death wherefore I must receaue this paine Pardon I craue voutsafe ye godes the same to graunt it me Now sodier worke thy wyll in hast I praye the harteley fling him of the lader then let on bringe in his mother Clytēnestra but let her loke wher Egistus hangeth Clytemnestra Ah heauey fate would god I had in tormoyle great byn slayne Syth nothing can Horestes hands frō sheding bloud restraine Vyce How chaunce you dyd not thē lament his father whē you slew But now when death doth you preuent to late it es for to rew Clytemnestra Yet hope I that he will me graunt my lyfe that I should haue Vyce Euen as much as thou voutsafest his fathers lyfe to saue Therfore com of we must not stey all daye to wayght on the Lo myghtye prince for whom ye sent lo preasent here is she Clytemnestra Haue mercy sonne quight remitte this faute of mine I pray Be mercyfull Horestes myne and do not me denaye Consider that in me thou hadest they hewmayne shape cōposid That thou shouldst slay thy mother son let it not be disclosyd Spare to perse her harte with sword call eke vnto thy mynd Edyppus fate and as Nero showe not thy selfe vnkynde Take downe Egistus and bear him out Horestes Lyke as a braunche once set a fyare doth cause the trée to bourne As Socrates supposeth so a wicked wight doth tourne Those that be good and cause them eke his euell to sequest Wherefore the poete Iuuenal doth thinke it for the beste That those that lyue lycentiousley should brydlyd be with payne And so others that elles would syn therby they might restrain For thus he sayeth that Cities are well gouerned in dede Where punnishment for wycked ones by lawe is so decrede And not decrede but exersyesd