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A59185	Thyestes a tragedy, translated out of Seneca to which is added mock-thyestes, in burlesque / by F. W. Gent; Thyestes. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; J. W. (John Wright), fl. 1674. Mock-Thyestes.	1674 (1674)	Wing S2523; ESTC R19687	32,276	159

Thus humbly supplicate that you would please to pardon all and for my faith take these These Infant Hostages Atr. Rise from my feet And as a Brother my Embraces meet To the Children Kiss me sweet Innocents esteem'd aright Both a support to Parents and Delight to Thyestes Off with these Rags wound not my pittying Eye VVith the sad object of your Poverty And Robes assume like mine More praise I gain To give you half then a sole Monarch Reign Therefore take half my Realm A Crown to find Speaks Chance but to bestow the bravest Mind Thy. Dear Brother may the bounteous gods above Return a blessing great as is your Love But my deformed head no Crown will wear Nor this unhappy hand a Scepter bear A poor Plebeian let me still remain Atr. Not so this Land may well two Kings contein Thy. VVhat 's yours I mine esteem Brother take all Atr. VVho'd flight the savours that from Fortune fall Thy. VVho'd not that knows how slippery they are Atr. Of so great Glory will ye me debarre Thy. Your Glory Sir you have already won But mine remains which is such Gifts to shun Atr. No more Excuse I beg Unless you own Part of the Goverment I will have none Thy. Well I accept Henceforth the Name be mine But I my self with all the Power thine Atr. VVear then your Crown while I without delay Th' intended Sacrifice to Heaven pay Chorus who 'ld Credit this Atreus of late So cruel and so obstinate VVhen he his suppliant brother spyed Conscious of Gilt stood stupify'd Oh Love what Power can thine excell Discord with strangers long may dwell But where the Tyes of blood and thee Conjoyn short is that Enmity Private Affronts though urg'd too far Rais'd a Revenge in Publick war While new-rais'd Troops the Country fright And Swords impatient for a fight Now finding what so long they 'd sought Look bright and chearful with the thought Fraternal Piety takes place Forcing the Brothers to embrace Which of your Powers kind Heaven to cease Hath caused such war in such a Peace VVhen Civil the worst sort of Foes Did all Mycene discompose The Mother fear'd her Infants Life Her armed Husbands loss the Wife The conquering Sword when first they drew Orecome with peacefull Rust they view Some dress their Arms some busy were The Forts half ruin'd to repair Some had Commission to survey The Wall and make up the Decay By some the Gates were strongly bar'd Others by Night maintain the Guard The empty Name of War doth bring More real terror then the thing But now the happy hour appears That sheaths the Sword and cures our fears Now is the Martial Trumpet dumb Sweet peace sweet peace again is come So when the Brutian Sea doth rise By Corus driven to the Skys When from her Caverns Scylla raves Cuft by the fury of the waves And ships though in their Haven fear Dreadfull Caribdis even there The sweating Cyclops when they spy Waves o're their furnace Aetna fly Fear angry Neptune though their Sire VVill quench the never dying fire And poor Laertes trembling thinks His little Ithara now sinks If the winds fall the Sea appears Smooth as the standing Pools or Meers The trifling Boat now puts from shore Ships that like Islands seem'd before Were not so bold Why name I these Frail Barks the floating Cyclades Islands like ships for motion thought Fear'd in the storm to be or'e wrought Yet now that Boat becalm'd a sail Puts up to catch the wanton Gale They the past storms effects descry And see where drounded fishes lye Fortunes still alter none can last Yet is the best the soonest past The swift vicissitudes of Fate Can in a moment change our state He who doth Crowns dispose before Whose Throne all Nations do adore Intending by a former Antecronisme the RoMan Emperor At whose bare Nod the Medes disband Nor dare the Indians him withstand Nor Dacae with their Cavalrie How full of anxious thoughts lives he What Changes do his fears the while Presage from Fates inconstant smile Then swell no more Great Souls of those Where Heaven doth Soveraign Rule dispose Since that due Homage which we show To you ye to another owe. The greatest Kings but Subjects be To a Superior Majesty Some with that Sun have set whose Ray Shined at his Rise less bright then they Ah fading Joyes In such who dare Confide or wanting them despair Clotho with smiles doth Tears commix And lets no Chance of Fortune fix Heavens greatest Favorite can't say I 'le live and laugh another Day All our Affairs Fate troubles and Disorders as whirl-wind sand ACT. IV. Nuncius Chorus Some Whirl-wind snatch me hence by whose fierce ayd I to th' obscurest Clowd may be convey'd VVhence I no more this cursed House may see By Tantalus himself abhor'd to be Cho. Ha! what means this Nun. VVhat Country 's this I tread Argos and Sparta is it that hath bred Such bloudy Brothers Live Corinthians here 'Twixt these two Seas or what I rather fear Barbarous Alani No Hycanian Breed Of Tygers sure nor Scythians these exceed Cho. VVhat Salvage Crime blots our unhappy Land VVith such a Guilt Give us to understand Nun. Can I my Senses recollect I will VVhen this cold Sweat shall leave my Limbs For still The horror follows me Come storms as strong As my Desires and bear me hence along VVhether the Sun flys from this sight away Cho. You aggravate our fears by this delay Quickly the Deed relate and Author too Which of the Brothers is' t I ask not who Nun. In Pelops his chief Palace Southward lyes A Part that doth like some tall Mountain rise To pierce the Clouds and o're the Town doth stand Which should the same Rebell it can Command There stands the Publick Hall whose Roof of Gold Rich spotted Marble-pillars do uphold Besides this where the Vulgar do repair Sev'ral as rich as spacious Rooms there are The privy Court i' th' uttermost Recess Doth lye by a Descent from the no less Sacred then secret Grove divided there Nor pleasant Trees nor profitable are But mournful Yew Cypress and Holm ye higher Then all the rest the tall Oak doth aspire And like a Prince o're looks the common Trees Our Kings do here consult their Auguries Here they seek Council when affairs appear Doubtful or bad Their Votive Guifts hang here Trumpets of War and Trophys of the same With what by Land or Sea we overcame The vanquisht wheels and treacherous Axel-Tree And all our Nations Deeds here fixed be Here 's the Tiara Phrygian Pelops wore Here 's what in War we took or triumph bore Under this shade a Fountain stands a Wave So black and sad Dire Styx is said to have Dire Styx that binds the gods The Fame 's well-known How here th' Infernal gods all Night do groan Clinking of Chains howling of Ghosts make here A horrid noise while what affrights the Ear May there be seen there haunt a Company Of

thy so loved Issue will Doubt not most fully satisfie and fill At present with my Sons they celebrate This day of Joy but I will call 'em straight First tast our Families cup fil'd with choice wine Thy. Brother I kindly take this guift ' cause thine First offer to our Fathers deities And then wee I drink How 's this my hand denies Her office still the wines weight heavier grows And loads my arm while from my Lips it flows About my mouth it rouls nor down will go See the ground shakes the Table too doth so The fire it self scarce shines on the Suns flight The Sky stands Neutral betwixt day and night How 's this Heavens connex sinks still lower and lower To darkness joyns a darkness that is more Condenst and night it self to this is day Each star is fled What e're this means I pray That from my Brother and my Sons it be Averted and the Omen threaten me Restore me now my Sons Atr. I will restore And they from thee shall ne're be parted more Thy. What tumult shakes me thus within My breast Is with a sad impatient weight opprest Sad groans I with a voice not mine respire Appear my Sons your most unhappy sire Bids you appear your sight alone will cure This grief Whence answer they Atr. Make ready your Shews the Heads Embraces they are come Now Sir do ye know Your Sons Atr. I know my Brother Canst thou undergo Dull earth such wickedness bear it thus And not to Styx sink both thy self and us Wilt thou not open that these Kingdoms may And King through thee to Chaos find a way Wilt thou not all the structures of this Land Levell with their foundations We to stand Both well deserve in hell with Tantalus And other the Progenitors of us If any there Open now open wide Thy dislocated Joynts on every side Down let us sink through some vast cleft of thee To Acheron and there for ever be While or'e our heads th' Infernal shapes appear Flow hither Phlegethon and setling here Us wretches in thy flaming waters drownd Lyest thou unmoved still dull senceless ground Atr. Here take thy Sons so much desired by thee Enjoy them now there 's no delay in me Each of these three alike embrace and kiss Thy. Is this thy League thy amity is this A Brothers faith Thus dost thou love To have Safe or alive my Sons I do not crave This I thy brother beg which no ways your Revenge impleads allow them sepulture I ask but what I le burn 't is nothing I Beg to enjoy but part with by and by Atr. All of thy Sons I 'le give that I did save What not remains that you already have Thy. Lye they a Feast for Birds of Prey or are They for wild beasts reserv'd inhumane fare Atr. Thou of thy Sons hast made that impious feast Thy. 'T was this that sham'd the gods his to the East Forc'd back the Sun wretch that I am what crys What sad complaints what words will me suffice Their heads and hands chopt off too plain I see And from their Legs how their feet sever'd be 'T was the presage of this unheard of meat Though pinch'd with hunger would not let me eat My bowels roul about and seek with pain A passage for the horrid food in vain Lend me thy sword dyed in my blood and I Will to my Sons with it give liberty Is this deny'd yet shall with frequent blows This breast resound ah no! forbear from those Unhappy man and spare the dead within Hath over such a curst deed acted been By barbarous Heniochan that 's bred On Caucasus or the Cecropian dred Procrustes oh my Sons do me oppress And I my Sons No mean in wickedness Atr. A mean should be observ'd when first we act A wrong but not when we revenge a fact This is but small for me I should have shed Goar in thy mouth as from the wound it bled That of thy living Sons the warm blood thou Mightst drink I 've trifled with my anger now In hast I gave the wounds Of them I made A sacrifice I the vow'd slaughter payd To my wrong'd houshold gods and jointing all Their liveless bodies into goblets smal I rent each Limb and some of them I cast Into the boiling Cauldron some I plac't By a slow fire to rost They not yet dead I cut their Nerves and members quartered I heard the Inwards groan upon the spit I my self made the fire and lookt to it All this their Father better might have done My Rage is spent in vain 'T is true each Son Of his his cursed mouth did tear and eat But both the Eater ignorant and mear Thy. Ye Seas with wandring shores incompassed Hear this Here this you gods where-ever fled Hear this hell Earth hear this and thou Night made More black and horrid by a hellish shade Attend to what I 'le say and what is said Darkness I 'me left to thee and only thou Sad as my self canst view my sorrows now No suppliant vows for my concern I 'le make Ah! what is that Nature 't is for thy sake Great King of Gods who the World 's Soveraign art Bury the Earth in Clouds from every part Bid the winds fight and thou thy Thunder dart Use not that hand which lesser bolts do throw To batter guiltless buildings here below But with that hand that levell'd Mountains rear'd Three stories high Gyants that appear'd Like other Mountains upon them on us Discharge thy Lightning and thy thunder thus Make good the perish't day Let thy fires fly The light that 's lost with lightning now supply Doubt not of us whose cause doth call they be Both bad if not yet mine is aime at me Transfix this breast with thy Artillery To their last fire would I my Sons bestow My self into those Funeral flames must go If nothing moves the Gods if sinners they Neglect to punish Night for ever stay And hide our Crime Titan I 'le nere complain So thy bright flames no more return again Atr. Now I applaud my hands the Palm I 've won I had lost my glory thus had I not done Now my bed chast I think and Children mine Thy. Why should the Infants dye Atr. For being thine Vhy With his own Sons dost thou the Father feast Atr. Ay the undoubted Sons which pleases best Thy. Witness ye Gods Atr. The Nuptial Powers well may Thy. With a worse Deed who would a Crime repay Atr. I know what grieves you To prevented be Your next not what thou hast devour'd moves thee But not t' have drest the same Thou didst design Ignorant such Viands should be mine Their Mother helping thou did'st mean to seise My Sons and butcher them as I did these You 'd don 't but that you fancy'd them your own Thy. Be present ye just Gods to them alone I give thee up for Punishment Atr. For it I to thy Childrens Manes thee commit FINIS MOCK-THYESTES ACT.