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A11909	Seneca his tenne tragedies, translated into Englysh; Tragedies. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.; Neville, Alexander, 1544-1614.; Studley, John, 1545?-1590?; T. N. (Thomas Nuce), d. 1617.; Newton, Thomas, 1542?-1607.	1581 (1581)	STC 22221; ESTC S117108	299,823	450

touch doth flee My wicked hand Am I gladly do this hand embrace to mee By this I beyng slayed will goe this meuing to my brest I le slake my woes Her what place shall I seeke ronnagate for rest Where shall I hyde my selfe or in what land my selfe engraue What Tanais or what Nilus els or with his Persyan waue What Tygris violent of streame or what fierce Rhenus flood Or Tagus troublesome that flowes with Ibers treasures good May my ryght hand now wash from gylt although Maeotis cold The waues of all the Northen sea on me shed out now wolde And al the water ther of shoulde now pas by my two handes Yet wil the mischiefe deepe remayne alas into whet landes Wilt thou O wicked man resort to East or westerne coste Ech where wel knowen all place I haue of banishment quight loste From me the warlde doth flee a back the starres that sydelyng roue Do back warde dryue their turned course euen Cerberus the soue With better count'naunce did behold O faythfull friend I saye O Theseu seeke same lurking place farre hence out of the way O thou a warder of mens gyltes what euer Iudge thou hee That hurtful men dost loue repay a worthy thanke to me And my desertes I thee beseech to ghostes of hell againe Send me that once escaped them subiect to thy raine Restore me yet to those thy bandes that place shal me wel hyde And yet euen that place knowes me wel Th. Our land for thee doth bide There Mars his hande acquite agayne and made from slaughter free Restoard to armoure loe that land Alcides calles for thee Which wontes to quite the gods and proue them Innocent to be HERE ENDETH THE FIRST Tragedye of Seneca called Hercules furens translated into Englishe by Iasper Heywood studente in Oxenforde THE SECOND TRAGEDIE OF SENECA ENTITVtuled Thyestes faythfully Englished by Iasper Heywood Felow of Alsolne Colledge in Oxenforde The Argument of this Tragedie MEGAERA ONE OF THE Hellish furies raising vp Tantalus frō Hell incited him to set mortall hatred betwene his two nephewes Thiestes Atreus being brothers and raining as Kinges ouer Mycenae by enterchangeable turnes that is to witte Thiestes to raine the one yere and Atreus the other Now Atreus enraged with furie against his brother partly for defiling and deflouring his wife Aerope by pollicie and partly for taking from him a Ram with a golden fleese practised with his seruāt how to be reuēged of his brother This Atreus therfore dissēblīg a reconciliation inuiting Thyestes to Mycenae secretly vnknowē to him set before hī at a banquet the flesh of his own childrē to eate Afterward Atreus hauīg also geuē to his said brother the bloud of his childrē in a goblet to drinke did lastly cōmaūd the heads also to be brought in at the doleful sight wherof Thiestes greatly lamēting knowīg the he had eatē his owne childrē was wonderfully anguished But Atreus for that he had thus reuenged himselfe toke therin great pleasure and delectation THIESTES OF SENECA THE FIRST ACTE The names of the Speakers Tantalus Megaera Atrcus Seruant Thiestes Philstenes Messenger Chorus Tantalus Megaera WHAT furye fell enforceth mee to fle th' unhappy seat That gaye and gaspe with greedye lawe the fleeyng food to eate What GOD to Tantalus the bowres wher breathing bodyes dwel Doth shew agayne is ought found worse then burning thyrst of hel In lakes alow or yet worse plague then hunger is there one In vayne that euer gapes for foode shal Sisyphus his stone That slipper restles rollyng payse vppon my backe be borne Or shall my lymmes with swifter swinge of whirling whele be torne Or shal my paynes be Tytius panges th' encreasyng liuer still Whose growing guttes the gnawing gripes and fylthy foules do fyll That styl by nyght repayres the panch that was deuourd by day And wondrous wombe vnwasted lieth a new prepared pray What ill am I appoynted for O cruell iudge of sprites Who so thou be that tormentes new among the sowles delytes Stil to dispose ad what thou canst to all my deadly woe That keeper euen of dungeon darke would fore abhorre to knowe Or hel it selfe it quake to se for dread wherof likewyse I tremble wold that plague seke out lo now there doth aryse My broode that shal in mischiefe farre the grandsyers gilt out goe And gyltles make that first shall dare vnuentred ils to do What euer place remayneth yet of all this wicked land I wil fill vp and neuer once while Pelops house doth stand Shall Minos idle be Meg. Go forth thou detestable sprite And vexe the Goddes of wicked house with rage of furyes might Let them contend with all offence by turnes and one by one Let swordes be drawne and meane of ire procure there may be none Nor shame let fury blynd enflame theyr myndes and wrathful will Let yet the parentes rage endure and longer lasting yll Through childrens children spreade nor yet let any leysure be The former fawts to hate but still more mischiefe newe to see Nor one in one but ere the gylt with vengeance be acquit Encrease the cryme from brethren proud let rule of kingdom flyt To runnagates and swaruing state of all vnstable thinges Let it by doubtfull dome be toste betwene th uncertaine kyngs Let mighty fall to misery and myser clime to might Let chaunce turne th empyre vpsydowne both geue and take the right The banyshed for gylt whan god restore theyr country shall Let them to mischiefe fall a fresh as hatefull then to all As to themselues let Ire thinke nought vnlawfull to be doon Let brother dread the brothers wrath and father feare the soon And eke the soon his parents powre let babes be murdered yll But worse begot her spouse betrapt to treasons trayne to kyll Let hatefull wyfe a wayte and let them beare through seas their warre Let bloodshed lye the lands about and euery field a farre And ouer conqueryng captaynes greate of countreys far to see Let lust tryumphe in wicked house let whoredome counted he The light'st offence let trust that in the breasts of brethren breedes And truth be gone let not from sight of your so heynous deedes The heauens be hyd about the poale when shyne the starres on hye And flames with woonted beames of light doe decke the paynted skyls Let darkest night bee made and let the day the heauens forsake Dysturbe the godds of wicked house hate slaughter murder make Fyll vp the house of Tantalus with mischieues and debates Adorned be the pillers hygh with bay and let the gates Be garnysht greene and worthy there for thy returne to sight Be kyndled fyre let mischyefe done in Thracia once theyr lyght More many folde wherefore doth yet the vncles hand delaye Doth yet Thyestes not bewayle his childrens fatall day Shall he not finde them where with heat of fyres that vnder glowe The cawderne boyles their limmes eche one a peeces let them go Disperste let fathers fires with

Venus lap which lie Alow the solitary life what euer thou espye An hut liburly shall become for tearme of one mans life And worke it one destruction by mutuall hate and strife Now therfore follow natures course of life the soueraygne guyde Resort vnto the towne with men delight thee to abyde Hip. No life is more deuoyd of sinne and free from grieuous thralles And keeping fashions old then that which leauing Townish walles Doth take delight in pleasant Woods he is not set on fyre Enraged sore with burning Byle of couetous desyre Who hath addict himselfe among the mountaynes wilde to liue Not prickt with pratling peoples bruite no credit doth he geue Toth Vulgar sort disloyall still vnto the better part Nor cankred rancour pale doth gnaw his blacke and fretting hart Nor fickle fauour forceth he he bound doth not obay The payse of Scepter proude but weildes the massy scepter sway At ebb honours gapes he not nor moyles for fleeting mucke Remoued farre from houering hope and dread of backward lucke Not bitter gnawing Enuy rancke teares him with tooth vnkind Not quaynted with the mischiefe that in Cittyes and in mynd Of people presseth thicke nor quakes at euery blast that flies With guilty conscience to himselfe nor frames himselfe to lies Nor couets rich with thousand pillers close his head to shroude Nor guildes his beams with glisteryng gold for fancy fond and proude Nor gushing streames of bloud vpon his innocent Alters flow Nor Bullockets bright their hundred heads as whyte as flakie Snow Do yeeld to Axe whyle scattered is on th aulter sacred grayne But al the quiet countrey round at wil he doth obtayne And harmles walketh too and froe amid the open ayre And onely for the brutish Beast contriues a trapping snare Another whyle vppon the swift Alpheus banckes he walkes Now vp and downe the breary Brakes of bushy woods he stalkes Where luke warme Lernas christall floud with water cleare doth shine And chaunging course his Channell out another way doth twyne And heare the piteous plaining Birds with chirping charmes do chide And Braunches trembling shake whereon soft windye puffes do glyde And spreading Beches old do stand to fast and shake my shankes To stampe and daunce it doth me good on running Riuers bankes Or els vpon a withred clod to steale a nap of sleepe Whereas the fountayne flowes amayne with gushing waters deepe Or els among the baulmy flowres out braying sauours sweete Wheras with pleasant humming noise the bubbling brooke doth fleete The Apples beaten of the tree do rauening hunger staunch And Strawberyes gathered of the bush soone fill with hungry paunch He shoons assaultes that doth himselfe from regall royall hold Estates do quaffe theyr dreadful drinke in Bolles of massye Golde How trimme it is water to lap in palme of naked hand The sooner drowsye Morpheus byndes thy Browes with sleepy bande The carelesse corpes doth rest at ease vpon the hardest Couch The Cabin base hauntes not by Nookes to prig and filch a pouch In house of many corners blynd his head he doth not hyde He loues to come abroade and in the light to be espyde The Heauens beare witnesse of his life they liued in this wise I thinke that scattred did of Gods in alder time arise No doting couetous blinde desire of Golde in them was found No stones nor stakes set vp in field did stint the parted ground The sayling Ship with brazen Stem cut not the waltring waue But euery man doth know his coast and how much he should haue No hugy Rampires raysed were nor Ditches delued deepe Nor countermured Castle strong the walled Townes to keepe The Souldier was not busied his blunted Tooles to whet Nor rapping Pellets Cannon shot the barred Gates downe bet Nor soyle with yoaked Oxe was strainde to beare the eueting share The field euen fertill of it selfe did feede the World with fare The plentifull aboundant Woods great wealth by nature gaue A house of nature take they had a dimme and darksome Caue The couetous minde to scrape vp wealth and despret furious ire And greedy Lust that eggeth on the minde all set on fire First brake the bands and eger thirst of bearing sway stept in To be the strongers rauening pray the weaker did begin And might went for oppressed right the naked Fist found out To scratch and cuffe to box and bum with dealing blowes about The knarrie Logs and snaggie shiue were framed weapons strong The gatten Tree vngrayned was with Pikes of Yron long No nor the rusty Fawchon then did hang along the side Nor Helmet crest vpon the head stood pe●●●ing vp for pride Pale spightfull griefe inuented Tooles and warlick Mars his braine Contriu'de new sleights a thousand kinde of deathes he did ordaine By meanes hereof eche Land is fild with clottred gore yshed With streames of bloud the Seas are dyde to hue of sanguine red Then Mischiefe wanting measure gan through euery house to passe No kinde of vitious villany that practise wanted was By Brother Brother reft of Breath and take the Fathers Life By hand of Childe eake murthred was the husband of his Wyfe And Mother lewde on mischiefe set destroyde their bodies seede I ouerpasse the Stepdame with her guilt and haynous deede And no where pitty planted is as in the brutish beast But womankinde in mischiefe is ringleader of the reast The insrument of wickednesse enkindling first desire Whose vile vncesteous whoredome see so many Townes on fire So many Nations fall to warre take Kingdomes ouerthrowne And raysed from the ground to crushe so many people downe Let other passe by Iasons Wyfe Medea may wee finde By her alone that Women are a plaguy crabbed kinde NV. Why for one womans fault of blame shall euery one haue part HIP. I hate detest abhore I loth I curse them from my heart Bee 't reason right or Natures law or vengeance fury fell It likes me to abhorre them still the burning fire shall dwell And bide with quenching water first the daungerous quick Sand Shall promisse Ships with safetinesse vpon the shold to land And Western Thetis soonke aloofe and brencht in deepest nooke Shall force the ruddy Morning Sunne from scarlet Skies to looke The Woolfe shall yeelde his fleering Chaps to suck the Tet of Do Ere woon by womans loue to her I crouch and stoupe alow NV. Loue bridles oft with snaffling bits the stubborne wayward heart Beholde thy Mothers natiue land in Scythia euery part The saluage women feele the force of Venus yoaking band Thou onely Childe thy Mother had dost this welt vnderstand HIP. This onely comfort of my Mother must I keepe behinde That leefull vnto me it is to hate all Womankinde NV. Euen as the stiffe and sturdy Rocks haue waltring waues wythstoode And dasheth backe from shore aloofe the fomy flapping floode So lightly be contemnes my talke but Phaedra runneth mad Because of this my long delay with crushing cares yclad What will she doe Aye me alas how shall she now

and drowne thy leaming lampe eclisde in glummy Skyes To shrink in shimmering shape why doth thy right hand not aryse O guide of Gods and men how haps the worlde yet doth not burne Enkindled with three forked brand on me thy thunder turne Dash out on mee thy bobbing bolt and let thy fiery flake Whirlde out with force burnt Cinders of my wasted Carcasse make For guilty Ioue I guilty am deserued death I haue My Stepdames Fancy I haue fed shall I most sinfull slaue Be worthy thought to blot my Fathers honorable Bed Canst thou for mischiefe such through mee alone be lightly sped O Caitiue thou of womankinde for guilt that heares the bell Whose enterprised hainous euill doth passingly excell Thy Monster breeding Mothers fault with whoredome shee alone Defilde her selfe when storming sighes with sorrow gan shee grone Through beastly lust of Bull till it the Minotaurus ster In act of generation had quencht her foule desier And yet the time concealed long the grim twishaped seede At length bewrayd with Bullike browes thy Mothers naughty deede The doubted Infant did disclose that wicked wombe shee bare With thrise yea foure times blessed Fate of lyfe depriu'de yee are Whom swolne of waltring Seas haue sonck me cankred hate of breath Dispoyled hath and traytrous traynes haue quelde by daunting death With Stepdames banes and sorcery O Father Father myne I rue thy lot not to be slayne of milder Stepdame thyne This mischiefe greater greater faire the wickednesse doth passe That by Medea despret Dame of Colchis practisde was PH. And I doe know what vncouth luck vpon our stock hath light The thing that we should shun we seeke it is not in my might To rule my selfe through burning fire eunne after thee I shall Through raging Seas craggy Rocks through fleeting Ryuers all Which boyling waters ruffling rayse what way so goe thou will I bedlem Wight with frantick fits will follow follow still O stately Lorde before thy feete yet fall I once agayne HIP. Doe not with shamelesse fawning Pawes my spotlesse body staine What meaneth this with hawsing mee t' imbrace she doth begin Draw draw my sword with stripes deseru'de I le pay her on the skin Her hayre about my left hand wound her head I backward write No bloud Diana better spent thine Aulter yet hath dyde PH. Hippolytus now dost thou graunt to mee mine owne desire Thou cooles my ramping rage this is much more than I require That sauing thus mine honesty I may be geuen to death By bloudy stroake receiued of thy band to loose my breath HIP. Auaunt auaunt preserue thy lyfe at my hand nothing craue This field Sword that thou hast toucht no longer will I haue What bathing lukewarme Tanais may I defilde obtaine Whose clensing watry Channell pure may washe mee cleane againe Or what Meotis muddy meare with rough Barbarian waue That boardes on Pontus roring Sea not Neptune graundsire graue With all his Ocean foulding floud can purge and wash away This dunghill foule of sinne O woode O saluage beast I say NVT. Thy crime detected is O soule why droupes thou all agast Let vs appeach Hippolytus with fault vpon him cast And let vs lay vnto his charge how he by might vniust Deflowre would his Fathers Wyfe with mischiefe mischiefe must Concealed bee the best it is thy foe first to inuade Sith that the crime is yet vnknowne who can be witnesse made That either first wee enterprisde or suffred of him then Come come in hast Athenians O troupes of trusty men Help help Hippolytus doth come hee comes that Villaine vile That Rauisher and Lecher foule perforce woulde vs defile Hee threatens vs denouncing death and glittering Blade doth shake At her who chastly doth withstand and doth for terrour quake Lo headlong hence for life and death hee tooke him to his flight And leaues his Sword in running rash with gastly feare afright A token of his enterprise detestable wee keepe Sirs chearish her that storming sighes with pensiue breast doth weepe Her ruffled hayre and shattred Locks still let them daggle downe This witnesse of his villany so beare into the Towne O Lady mine be of good cheare Plucke vp your sprights againe Why dost thou tearing thus thy selfe abhorre all peoples sight Not blinde Mischaunce but fancy wont to make a shamelesse Wight Chorus HIPPOLYTVS euen as the rageing storme away doth fly More swift than whirling Western wynde vptumbling cloudes in Sky More swift then flashing flames that catch their course with sweeping sway When Stars ytost with whisking windes long fiery Drakes display Fame wondring at of aldertime our Auncestours renowne Fare well with thee and beare away olde worship from our Towne So much thy beauty brighter shines as much more cleare and fayre The golden Moone with glorious Globe full furnisht in the Ayre Doth shine when as her fiery tips of wayning hornes doe close When lifting vp her fulgent face in ambling Waine she goes Vpon her nightwatch to attend the Starres of lesser light Their darckned Faces hide as hee the Messenger of night That watchword geues of th' euening tide and Hesperus hee hight That glading earst was bath'de in Seas and hee the same agayne When shedes be shrunck doth then the name of Lucifer obtayne Thou Bacchus blessed barne of Ioue in warlicke India borne Thou Lad that euermore dost weare thy hayry bush vnshorne Whose Iaueling tuft with Iuy bunch the Tygres makes adred And dost with labelde Myter vse to pranck thy horny hed Hippolytus his staring Locks thou Bacchus shalt not stayne To woonder at thy louing lookes too much doe thou refrayne Whom as the people doe report the Ariadne bright For beauties name preferde before Bacchus that Bromius hight A brittle Iewell beauty is on mortall men employde Thou gift that for a season short of Mankinde arte enioyde How soone alas with feathered foote hence dost thou fading slide The partching Sommers vapour hoate in Vers most pleasaūte pride So withers not the Meadowes greene when as the scorching Sūne In Tropick ligue of burning Crab full hoate at Noone doth runne And on her shorter clowdy Wheeles vnhorseth soone the night With wanny Leaues downe hang the heads of withred Lillies whight The balmy bloomes and sprouting floure do leaue the naked bed As beauty bright whose radiant beams in corauld Cheekes is spred Is dashed in the twincke of Eye no day as yet did passe In which not of his beauty reft some pearles person was For Fauour is a fleetyng thing what wight of any wit Wil vnto frayle and fickle ioy his confidence commit Take pleasure of it whyle thou mayst for Tyme with stealing steps Wil vnder mint on howre past strayght in a worser leps Why flyest thou to the wildernes to seeke thy succour there Thy beauty bydes not safer in the waylesse woods then here If Tytan hoyst his totteryng Cart on poynt of ful midday Thee shrowded close among the brakes the Naids wil assay A gadding troupe that beautys Boyes do locke in

blood of chyldren fyled bee Let deynties such be drest it is no mischiefe newe to thee To banquet so behold this day we haue to thee releast And hunger starued wombe of thyne we send to such a feast With fowlest foode thy famyne fyll let bloud in wyne be drownd And dronke in sight of thee loe now such dishes haue I found As thou wouldst shonne stay whither doste thou hedlong way now take Tan. To pooles and floods of hell agayne and styll declining lake And flight of tree ful frayght with fruite that from the lippes doth flee To dungeon darke of hateful hell let leeful be for me To goe or if to light be thought the paynes that there I haue Remoue me from those lakes agayne in midst of worser waue Of Phlegethon to stand in seas of fyre beset to bee Who so beneath thy poynted paynes by destenyes decree Dost stil endure who soo thou bee that vnderliest alow The hollow denne or ruyne who that feares and ouerthrow Of fallyng hyl or cruel cryes that sound in caues of hell Of greedy roarying Lyons throats or flocke of furyes fell Who quakes to know or who the brandes of fyre in dyrest payne Halfe burnt throwes of harke to the voyce of Tantalus agayne That hastes to hel and whom the truth hath taught beleeue wel mee Loue wel your paynes they are but small when shall my hap so bee To flee the light Meg Disturbe thou fyrst thys house with dire discord Debates and battels bring with thee and of th' unhappy sworde Ill loue to kinges the cruel brest strike through and hateful hart With tumult mad Tan. To suffer paynes it seemeth wel my part Not woes to worke I am sent forth lyke vepoure dyre to ryse That breakes the ground or poyson like the plague in wondrouse wyse That slaughter makes shall I to such detested crymes applye My nephewes hartes o parentes great of Gods aboue the skie And myne though sham'de I be to graunt although with greater pain My tounge be vext yet this to speake I may no whit refrayne Nor hold my peace I warne you this least sacred hand with bloud Of slaughter dyre or strange fell of frantike fury wood The aulters stayne I wll resist And garde such gylt away With strypes why dost thou me affryght why threatst thou me to fraye Those crallyng snakes or famine fyxt in empty wombe wherfore Dost thou reuyue now fries within with thyrst enkindled sore My harte and in the bowels burnt the boyling flame do glow Meg. I follow thee through all this house now rage and fury throwe Let them be driuen so and so let eyther thirst to see Each others blood ful well hath felt the comming in of thee This house and all with wicked touch of the begune to quake Enough it is repayre agayne to dens and loathsome lake Of floud well knowen the sadder soyle with heauy fote of thyne Agreeued is seest thou from syringes how waters do declyne And inward sinke or how the bankes lye voyde by drughty heate And hoatter blast of fyery wynde the fewer cloudes doth beate The treese be spoyld and naked stand to sight in withred woddes The barayne bowes whose fruites are fled the land betwene the floods With surge of seas on eyther syde that wonted to resound And nearer foordes to seperat sometyme with lesser ground Now broader spred it heareth how aloofe the waters ryse Now Lerna turnes agaynst the streame Phoronides likewyse His poares be stopt with custom'd course Alphéus dryues not still His hollie waues the trembling tops of high Cithaeron hill They stand not sure from height adowne they shake their syluer snowe And noble fieldes of Argos feare theyr former drought to know Yea Tytan doubtes himselfe to rolie the worlde his wonted way And driue by force to former course the backward drawing daye Chorus THis Argos towne if any God be founde And Pisey boures that famous yet remayn Or kingdomes els to loue of Corinthes ground The double hauens or sundred seas in twayne If any loue of Taygetus his snowes By VVinter which when they on hils be cast By Boreas blastes that from Sarmatia blowes VVith yerely breath the sommer meltes as fast VVhere clere Alphéus runnes with floude so cold By playes wel knowen that there Olimpiks hight Let pleasaunt powre of his from hense withholde Such tunes of stryfe that here they may not light Not nephew worse then grandsier spring from vs Or direr deedes delyght the yonger age Let wicked stocke of thirsty Tantalus At length leaue of and wery be of rage Enoughe is done and naught preuaild the iust Or wrong betrayed is Mirtilus and drownde That did betray his dame and with like trust Borne as he bare himselfe hath made renound VVith chaunged name the sea and better knowne To mariners therof no fable is On wicked sword the litle infant throwne As ran the chide to take his fathers kisse Vnrype for th aulters offring fell downe deade And with thy hand O Tantalus was rent VVith such a meate for Gods thy boordes to spread Eternall famine for such foode is sent And thyrst nor for those daynty meats vnmilde Might meeter payne appoynted euer bee Vith empty throate standes Tantalus begylde Aboue thy wicked head their leanes to thee Then Phineys fowles in flight a swifter pray VVith burned bowes declynd on euery syde And of his fruites all bent to beare the sway The tree deludes the gapes of hunger wyde Though hee full greedy feede theron would fayne So oft deceyu'de neglectes to touch them yet He turnes his eyes his iawes he doth refrayne And famine fixt in closed gummes doth shet But then each braunch his plenteous ritches all Le ts lower downe and apples from an hie VVith lither leaues they flatter like to fall And famine styrre in vayne that bids to trye His handes which when he hath rought forth anone To be beguyld in higher ayre againe The haruest hanges and fickle fruite is gone Then thirst him greeues no lesse then hungers payne Wherwith when kindled is his boyling bloud Lyke fyre the wretch the waues to him doth call That meete his mouth which straight the fleeyng floud VVithdrawes and from the dryed foorde doth fall And him forsakes that followes them He drinkes The dust so deepe of gulfe that from him shrinkes THE SECONDE ACTE Atreus Seruaunt O Dastard cowrde O wretche and which the greatest yet of all To Tyrantes checke I compte that maye in waighty thinges befall O vnreuenged after guyltes so great and brothers guyle And trewth trode downe dost thou prouoke with vayne complaynts the whyle Thy wrath already now to rage all Argos towne throughout In armoure ought of thyne and all the double seas about Thy fleete to ryde now all the fieldes with feruent flames of thyne And townes to flash it wel beseemde and euery where to shyne The bright drawne sword all under foote of horse let euery syde Of Argos lande resound and let the woundes not serue to hyde Our