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A11913	The lamentable tragedie of Oedipus the sonne of Laius Kyng of Thebes out of Seneca. By Alexander Neuyle; Oedipus. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Neville, Alexander, 1544-1614.	1563 (1563)	STC 22225; ESTC S110874	28,354	100

with scowling eyes doth leare See see Oh Ioue how fast he throwes his Darts Not one he spares But al cōfownds His thretning force with stand no Creature dares No doubt the lothesom Feryman the synful soules that traines Through stincking fluds his labour loths that he for vs sustaynes Such presse by plumps to him is made which still renews his paynes But harke yet mōsters more thē these the fame abroade dothe flie That hellishe dogges w t Bawling sound were herd to howle cry And y t the ground w t trēbling shooke and vnder fete dyd moue And dredfull blasing Comets bright were seen in Skies aboue And gastly shapes of men besydes to wander on the grounde And wood and trees on euery syde Dyd fearfully resounde Besids all this straūge ghosts were seen in places wher they stode And ryuers more then one or two that ran all blacke goord blud O cruell plage O vile disease far worse then spedy death O we vnhappye thrise and more who do prolonge our breath In thease accursed dayes and tymes But harke to me a while When first this lothsom plage begins these mysers to defyle It takes them thus A fearfull Cold through al their bones doth run And Cold and Heate together mixt their sences all benome Than litel lothesom markes appeare and all their bodies spotte And al the members flaming glows and burning fast do rot The Lights the Lungs the hart the Gutts and all that in ward li●s And all the secret partes Iscorcht with dedly fier fries The bloud al clotterd in their cheks in cluster lies by lumps And it and heat together makes great straunge and ruddy bumps And blud and flesh congeled stands in face as stiffe as stake And ●yes in hed fast fixed set and often tricklyng make And down apace whole fluds they steame and clots drops do tril And al the skin from of their face by flakes and scales doth pill A thousand fearful sounds at once into their eares do rush And lothsom blud out of their nose by stilling streames doth gush The very anguish of their hart doth cause them for to shake And what w t Payn Heat Feare their weried lyms do quake Then som the rōning Riuers haunt and some on ground do wallow And some agayn their thirst to s●ake cold water gulping swallow Thus all our country tost w t Plage in Grief it waltering lies And stil desiring for to dy A thousand deathes i● dyes But God them then to hear is prest And death to none denies Besides all this the churche som do frequent but not to pray But only for to glut the Gods with that that they do saye But who is this y t comes from Court in hast with posting pace What is it Creon that Noble bloud comended for his grace Of all that lyue Or doth my crased minde opprest thinges false for true conceyue Tis Creon long desired for His sight doth me releyue ¶ The second Acte The first Sceane Oedipus Creon Oedipus FOr feare my body chilles alas and tremblinge all I stande Inquaking dred I seke toile these mischiefes to with stande But all in vayn I labour I it wil not bee I see As longe as meare repugnaunts thus together m●xed bee My mynd desirous still Oh god the truth for so vnfold With doutfull Dred is daunted so that it can scante vp hold It self O brother deare if eny meanes or waye of health thou knowe Declare it out and sticke not nowe the truth to me to showe Creon Syr if it pleas your noble grace the aunswers hidden lies Oedipus Who doutful helth to sick mē brings all health to them denies Creon Appolloes vse it is the trueth with darksom shades to duske Oedipus And Oedipus of gods it hath things doutfull to discus Creon Speke out and spare not man The mightie God comaundes To purge the Princes seat forth●ith and that strayght out of hande That villayn vile requited be with plages and vengeance due Who firce with blody handes of late my brother Laíus slue Before that this performed be no hope of mylder ayer Wherfore do this O king or els of hope and healthe dispaier Oedipus Durst eny man on yearth attempt that noble prince to slaye Shewe me y e slaue that I may him dispatche out of the way Creon God graunte the sight be good Alas● the heringe is to terrible My sences all amased stand it is a thinge so horrible That I abhore to speke my mynde Oh god for feare I quake And euen at the very thought my lyms begin to shake Assoone as I Appollos Churche had entred in afrayde Upon my face flat down I faul And thus to him I prayd Oh God if euer thou didest rue on wretched misers state Yf euer men opprest thou easd or didst theyr cares abate If euer thou in present Nede didst present Helpe declare If euer thou afflicted Harts with Cares consumd didst spare Now shew thy dredful force O God shew now thy mighty pore Scant had I sayd Resownding all the mountayns thundring rore And filthy Feends spoute out their flames out of their darksom caues And woods do quake Hils do moue and vp the surging waues Do mount vnto the skies aloft And I amased stand Stil lokyng for an awnswere at Appollos sacred hand When out with ruffled hear disguisd the Prophet coms at last And when that she had felt the heat of mighty Phebus blast All puffyng out she swels in rage and pattring still she raues And scante she entred had into Appollos shinyng caues Whē out a thūd●ing voice doth brust Thats far aboue mans reache So dredful semed then to me the mighty Ph●bu● speach Than thus he spake thus at length into myne ears he rusht While sprawling still y e Prophet lay before the doores in dust The Thebane Citi● neuer shall be free from Plagues quoth he Except from thence the Kyng queller forthwith expulsed be Vnto Apollo knowen he was or euer he was borne Do this or els no hope of h●alth to this the G●ds haue sworne Aud as for hym he shall not long in qui●t ●●at● endure But with hymselfe wage Warre he shall and Warre he shall procure Vnto his Children deare And cre●pe agayne he shall into his Mothers womb● O●d●pus Loke what y e gods comaūded hau● accomplished shalbe Nor neuer shal these eyes of mine abide the daye to see A kinge of kingdom spoild by force by guile and craft supprest A kinge to kinges the prop ought be and chiefest cause of rest No man regardes his death at all whom lyuinge he doth feare Creon Gret cause maks me my princes death concele and closely beare O●pipus In mynde Creon Ought enye cause of feare or griefe thy dutie for to let The thretening of the Prophesies do still my brest beset Oed●pus As gods haue wild vs for this mischiefe mends now let vs make If eny waye or meanes there be their suries for to slake Thou God

y t sits in Seate on high and all the world dost guide And thou by whose comaundement the starres in skies do glide Thou thou that only ruler arte of seas and fluds and all On the and on thy Godhed great for these requests we call Who so hath slayn kinge Laius Oh I●ue I do the praye Let thousande ils vpon him fall before hys dienge daye Let him no health no comfort haue bu● al to crusht with cares Consume his wretched yeres in grief and though y t Death him spares A while Yet mischiefes all at once at lengthe vpon him light With all the euils vnder sonne that vglye Monster smight In exile let him lyue a slaue the rated course of life In Shame in Care in penurye in Daunger and in strife Let no man on him pitie take let all men him reuile Let him his mothers sacred Beds incestuouslye defyle Let him his father kill And yet let him do mischifes more what thing more heinous can I wish then that I wisht before Let him do all those illes I say that I haue shund and past All those and more if more maye be oh God vpon him cast Let hym no hope of pardon haue but sue and all in vayn All hellish Furies on him light for to encrease his payn Oh loue powre downe thy fury great thy thundryng thumps out throw Let Boreas boysterous blasts stormie Plages vpon him blow Consume hym quight Fret out his guts with Pockes botches vile Let all Diseases on hym lyght that wretched bodies fyle Let these and more if more may be vpon that Monster fall Let Harpies Pawes gredy paunche deuoure his members all Let no man hym regarde or seeke his lyms in graue to laye But let hym dye ten thousand deaths before his dieng daye By this my kyngdome I do sweare and kyngdom that I left By al my Countrey Gods that ben in Tempels close I kept● I sweare I vow I do protest and therto wytnes take The Stars the Seas the Earth all that ere thy hand dyd make Excepte that I my selfe forthwith this bludy Monster finde To wreke the wrath of God some way with solemne Oth I bynde And so my Father Polibu● his happy dayes outlyue And so my Mother M●●●p● no Mariage new contriue As he shall dye that did this dede And none shall hym excuse What soeuer that he be I sweare for that he shortly rues But where this wicked dede was don Creon now tell me playne Bo●h by what meanes where and how King Laius was slayne Passing through Castalia woods and Mowntayns heapd with Snow Creon Where G●oues of scrubs Busshes thick Brambels sharp do grow A thre pathde crooked waye there is that diuersly doth go O●e vnto Bac●hus Citie bends that Phocia doth hyght The other to the Lande of Sis●phus forth stretcheth out a ryght The thyrde at thende wherof a lothsom Serpent lyes Tends down vnto the Banck wherby Eleia water plyes The are mynding nought but peas a soden bande o● th●ues By open force of Armes owtright this mischief● greate contriues But lo aswell as can be coms Tiresi●● with trembling pace I thinke Appollos heauenly might hath brought him to this place Se where he comes and Man●o t● his wayes directinge goes ¶ The seconde Acte The seconde Sceane Oedypus Tyresias Manto Oedipus COme holye priest to Phebus next these doutfull aunswers lose And whom y e destnies wil to dy Straight wayes to me disclose Tyresias Renowmed Prince though stil I stand in silence dom dismayd And though by inward feare of mynd my lingringe tonge is staied ●et pardon me O ●oble Prince and giue me leue a while From ●a●k of sight ●prings Ignorance whiche power hath to exyle Unspot●●d Tru●h frō doutfull br●sts This thing full wel you knoe But whither god Countrie calles with willing mynde I goe Let dedlie fatall destenies be boulted out at lengthe O kinge if I of greener yeres had now my wonted strength This matter soone discust should be and I wold take in hande My selfe in presence of the Gods in temple for to stande A mighty Oxe all coulourd white vp on the Aultars reare Which neuer yet on weried necke the Croked yoke dyd beare And Manto thou O daughter myne myne onely prop and staye The secret hidden misteries and sacred signes out saye Manto The beste before the Aultare standes Tyresias To Gods a solemne praier make And on the holye Aultars to some pleasaunte odoures shake Manto Tis don And all the fiers fierce with incence bright do flame Tyresias O Manto now what signes seest thou how do thy matters frame What doth the fyre the Sacrifice encompas rounde about Manto Not so But first it mownts aloft and streight it flasheth out Tire Well Yet how doth the sacred flame all shining bright and cleare Hyt self on highe vnto the skies with sparkeling flakes vpr●are Or doth it oft r●bounding backe hit self from skies vnfould Or all with rumbling roring noise about the place ist rould Or mi●t with smoke ist tost frō place to place now here now theare Manto Not all one but mingled colours the flame doth with it beare Much lyke vnto the Raynbow which hauing soundry hues Doth shew vnto the husbandmen the wether that ensues What colour it wants or what it hath to me is like vncertayn Now is it black now blue now red and euen now agayn Quight out it is Yet once again all fierce it flashing flames But lo yet mi●chiefs more then this vnluckely it frames The fier quight asounder parts and flame with flame doth fight O father I abhorre to see this vglye lothes●m sight The wine to blud is turned quight and all the Prynces hed With thicke black clouds encōpast is with smoke all ouer spred O father tel what this portends Tyresias What shuld I tell alas My mynde for feare astonied stands and trembling cold doth pas Through all my lims What shall I say or wher shal I begin O cruel Plages O wrekfull Gods O vengeaunce due for synne Som horrible mischief great alas these fearfull signes declare O Iupiter whats that y ● Gods wold haue reueld and yet do bid beware To vtter it They are ashamed I know not what Come hether quickely bring Som salte with the. Goe it vpon the wounded he●fer fling Howe now Dost once resistaunce make or do●th it gentlye bide The touchyng of thy sacred handes Manto His hed on highe he liftes And torning t● the East by course from thence he often shiftes Still lothinge as he semes to me Of heauen to see the light Oft scouling with his blearing eyes with gastely ruthefull sight Tire What Doth one blowe them driue to groūd or more then one they haue Manto The heifer as it seemd enflamd with cou●age stoute and braue Upon the mortall Blade dyd rush and there himself destroyes When out the blud it foming spoutes and mounts vnto the Skies The bull twise stroke or thrise with groueling groning