can see mortalls whom Turkish force could ne're subdue Cherseo Yet what if Bajazet our honour'd Lord bid you roule up those flaxen signes of warre and sheath the sword drawne forth against his foe when duty sayes obey what shall say no Selym. My courage and a proud contempt of all corrivall Nations could send back a no able to fright a Parlament of gods It could so but if Bajazet gaine-say my plumy valour flags my thoughts give way Chers Then thus he wills you to discard your force and send the black Tartarians to their home withall averring the Hungarian foe against whose power you have summon'd Armes is full of strength and power ne're oppos'd without the bitter downefall of our side Nor would the worlds great Monarch Bajazet empaire his fame so much as to be sayd he tam'd a Foe by Tartars borrowed ayd Sel. Ha! I am vilely non-plust Courteous Vize-roy returne our duty back to Bajazet even in the humblest termes wit can invent tell him he hath a sonne of that high spirit as doth detest a cowardly retreat Were all the dead Heroes of our foes All that are now and all that are to come met in one age I 'de face them drum to drum Bid our deare Father be secure of me and my proceedings then true valour shines most bright when busied in the great'st designes Is not this answeer faire Chers Most true and yet 't will prove distastfull Selym. No it cannot be If there be too much valour in this brest blame him that plac't it there even Bajazet My vertues and my bloud are both deriv'd from his first influence and I must either hate disgracefull calumn's or degenerate Chers All this I 'le tell your Father yet hee 'le rest as much unsatisfied as at the first he will expect the head-strong pride of youth should strike low sayle to his grave providence Selym. And so it shall say Vize-roy I obey and reverence his counsell more then feare an host of armed foes tell him I 'le come to his Court gates with neither man nor drum Cherseo I 'le tell it him with joy which when he heares hee 'le be disburden'd of a thousand feares Exit Selym. Remember my just duty 't is no matter I will retaine that till I come my selfe I am not out-reach'd yet by all these trickes my hopes are farther strong I 'le to the Court with a close march in no submissive sort and steale upon them Instantly I goe to meete my Father but a subtill foe As he goes out a Messenger meetes him gives him the Letters Messen Good health to Selymus Selym. Good health From whom Messen Isaack Mesithes Mustapha salute you Selym. Those good Trium-virj what is' t they speake Opens the Letterâ— Reads the first 1. To feede on hopes is but a slender dyet 'T is short but full of weight To feede on hope is but a slender diet Let it be descants I 'le mend my table though no feast with me Reades the second 2. Faire opportunity is bald behind 'T is true indeed Mesithes Never feare I 'le twist my fingers in her golden haire What speakes the third ' This writes more at large and comments on the prefixt principalls Reades the third 3. Your Father did proclaim who should succeed Publique denialls nullified his deede Your hast will be convenient things concurre to blesse your hopes Fate bids you not demur Yours Isaack Bassa Isaack I am thine and come to finish up our great designe Exit Actus 4. Scena 6. Enter Achomates solus Achom. Unquiet anguishments and jealous feare fly from my thoughts like night before the Sunne I 'me lifted to the highest Spheare of joy My top invelopt in the azure cloud and starry rich habiliments my feete set rampant on the face of Natures pride The rarest worke weav'd by her handmayd Art clothes my soft pleasures I 'm as great as Jove Onely I rule below he raignes above Oh! the unspoken beauty of a Crowne whose empty speculation mounts my soule up to an heavenly Paradise of toughts Father I come that thou may'st crowne my head whilst apprehensive reason stands amaz'd amidst the blisfull shades of sweet conceit Then I 'le call back my wandring intellect from dreames and those imaginary joyes I 'le teach my soule to twine about a Crowne to sweat in raptures to fill up a Throne with the bigge-swelling lookes of Majestie I 'le amble through a pleasures Labyrinth and wander in the path of happinesse as the true object of that faculty Great Bajazet I come Thou must descend from Honours high Throne and put off thy right to build me up an heaven of choice delight Exit Actus 4. Scena 7. Enter Mesithes Mustapha Isaack Mesith The Emperour begins to smell deceit I know by his ill lookes and sparkling eye that he affects us not Musta I doubt as much Young Selymus ha's wrong'd our loyalty in his so slack proceedings we were rash and indiscreetly-forward in consent when we joyn'd on to raise his government Isaack Peace 't is too late to chide at what is done we have so deepely waded in the streames of those procellous plots nor can revoke repentant footsteps or securely creepe back to the Throne of safety 't is now good to venture on and swim quite through the flood Here comes the Emperour Enter Bajazet and Asmehemedes Baja. Attend us Bassaes Ar't sure hee 's dead Asm Mahometes is dead There 's nothing moving of him but his soule and that robd of his body by this hand Baja. Enough That soule revives to see him dead that wrong'd the body Oh! my bloudy heart Must in his frenzy act an horrid part Follow thy Prince to hell Stabs him Asmeh To death Oh divellish ingratitude I 'm slaine I dye Moritur Baja. And justly would each foe and Traytor to my state were thwarted so Bassaes convay this hated body hence the sight of that damn'd villaine moves offence They carry him out Now pause a while my soule and reckon up what obstacles are yet to be remov'd Achomates must stay the peoples leasure Corcutus dally with Minervaes Nimphes The last and worst proud Selymus shall dye Thus I le compose a firme security Enter Bassaes with Cherseogles Baja. Arriv'd already noble Cherseogles You 'r carefull in our cause but speake the news from our pert Souldier What meanes Selymus Cherseo To track the path backward from whence he came to strip himselfe of martiall ornaments and to fill up the duty of a Sonne come visite you in low submission Baja. These are too fairely promis'd to be meant ambition hath already chain'd his soule too surely in the captive bonds of pride then that he now should cloath his stately hopes in the plaine sordid weedes of penitence He doth but varnish o're some treacherous plot in this smooth answer come wee 'le leade along to our Imperiall seat of Constantine that 's strongly fortified we need not feare the weake attempts an home-bred foe can dare Exeunt Bajazet and
Three Excellent Tragoedies Viz. THE RAGING TURK OR BAJAZET the Second THE COURAGEOUS TURK OR AMVRATH the First AND THE TRAGOEDIE OF ORESTES WRITTEN By THO. GOFF Master of ARTS and Student of Christ-Church in Oxford and Acted by the Students of the same House The second Edition carefully corrected by a friend of the Authors LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. THE RAGING TURK OR BAJAZET THE SECOND A Tragedie Written by THOMAS GOFF Master of ARTS and Student of Christ-Church in Oxford and Acted by the Students of the same House Monstra fato scelera moribus imputes Det ille veniam facilè cui venia est opus The second Edition LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. TO THE No less ingenious then zelous favouorer of ingenuity Sir RICHARD TICHBORNE Knight and Baronet SIR THis Tragedy a manuscript with another of the same Authors came lately to my hands He that gave them birth because they were his Nugae or rather recreations to his more serious and divine studies out of a nice modesty as I have learnt allowed them scarce private fostering But I by the consent of his especiall friend in that they shew him rather Omnium scenarum homo to his glory then disparagment have published them and do tender this to your most safe protection lest it wander a fatherlesse Orphan which every one in that respect will be apt to injure with calumnious censure Now if you vouchsafe to receive and shelter it you will not onely preserve unblemish'd the ever-living fame of the dead Author but assure me that you kindly accept this humble acknowledgement of Your most obliged and ready reall Servant RICH. MEIGHEN The Names of the Actors Bajazet Emperour his Sonnes Mahomates Achomates Corcutus Selymus Thrizham Mahomet Achments a Generall Cherseogles Vizerory of Greece Basses Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Solyman Selymus son Cajubus Achmates son Alexander Bishop of Rome Zemes Bajazets brother Tartarian King Armeniâ— King Asmehemedes Mahomets followers Hamon Bajazets Physician Jewish Monks Herauld Dwarfe Nemesis Capâ—aines Ambassadors Janizaries Souldiers Nuncius THE RAGING TURKE OR the Tragedie of BAIAZET the second of that name Actus 1. Scena 1. Enter Bassaes Isaack with a Crown in his hand Mustapha with a Scepter Mesithes with a Sword they Crown Corcutus youngest son to Bajazet Isaack LEt the world feel thee and those Demigods Proud with the name of Kings debase themselves To honour thee this Crowne commands as much He crowns him Wherewith I do invest thy happy brow Happy indeed if that succeeding times Shall set up vertue so to lessen crimes Thus from the ashes of dead Solyman Is rais'd another Phoenix great Corcutus Live equally adored when Princes bend To better courses all their subiects mend Must Crowns make not Kings nor can that glittering shew Perfect thine honour take another signe Of thy Imperiall dignity t is thine Gives him the Septer That addes a God-like grace unto thy brow This binds due honour that prostrates every knee Before thy throne then live and may that arme Secure thy subjects from all forraigne harme Mes What seasoned knowledg learnings prudent Queen Hath blest thee with must now initiate thee In the pathes of warre All studied Arts Are but degrees unto some wished end And steps of hope whereby we do ascend Unto the top and levell of our thoughts But Kings then prove most happy when they are Watchfull in peace and provident in warre Those are their utmost ends which that they may O'retake Art and the Sword make fairest way The Muses nours'd thee up and thou didst draw The pleasant juice of learning from their brests In thy first nonage here then we bestow The second help to which good Princes owe Much of their welfare Swords are the first ground Of peace and war they both defend and wound Thus are we vow'd to thee let thy dread fame Thunder amazement through the spacious world That when thou lifts thine arme thy foes may say Showts 3. Not Jove but great Corcutus rules the day Cor. Which that applause hath crowned and with it Will ever spight of traytors joying sit As now we do nor shall my watchfull care Be wanting to you whilst this subtil ayre Feedes mine industrious spirits I shall fill The good with joy by cutting off the ill Corrupted rags of men Jove let me stand An object in thine eye when thy swift hand Fails in the stroke of Justice Vertue returne From thy sad exile I will purge the walls From spotted vice and make this city free To entertaine so faire a Queene as shee Then Bassaes I embrace what you have throwne Upon me and these signes of honour thus Gives them back We re-bestow their power still stayes with us Could this vast body of the Common wealth Stand fast without a soule each man should see I am not greedy of this dignity This burdenous weight which some must undergoe The gods are busied with diviner things And put Earths care into the hands of Kings Actus 1. Scena 2. After some clamors of applause Enter Chersogles and Achmetes at several doores Ach. And is Bajazet arriv'd Che. So fame reports Yet how he doth digest Corcutus Raigne That every Bird sings not but sure with paine A Turkish Bajazet and suffer wrong May for a time conceale his griefe not long Eagles soare high and scorne that shorter Plumes Should reach the clouds which their proud wings can touch Corcutus must not raign to keep the right Due to his father nor will he if he might Enter Isaack Hee 's learned therefore just Arts not allow To weare a Crown due to anothers hrow Isa Dar'st thou oppose his greatnesse is not Greece Already wrackt enough have thy proud Towers reard up their loftie spires which steep'd in blood threw a reflex of red backe to the clouds and blush't at their owe ruins are thy crude wounds already stopt and is that day forgot in which the Turkish Mavors Ottoman wielded a sword of death within thy Walles Charon grew weary with hurrying souls to hell when threescore thousand Greeks in one day fell Chers We know their force and sad experience says Move not again Greece welters stil in blood and every crackling thunder of the heavens speaks the shrill eccho of the Turkish drums Then are we drawn by you so let it be about these great affairs as you decree Ach. This phrase becomes the Greeks submissive states must bend the Conqueror must rule the fates Chers And such are you our vanquisht hearts must bend but bad beginnings have a fatal end Me thinks I see great Bajazet in armes spreading his fearful Ensignes in the ayre like some prodigious Comet we may feare speedy revenge unlesse some quick advice works a prevention of his future hate T is he must sway the Scepter or we shall heare a dreadful defiance ratled in our eare hee 's strong in friends and power
and borrowed luster then descend rankt with the vulgar heads first let me feel the Titian vultur or Ixions wheel and the worst torture hell it selfe can bring to scourge my soul ô let me die a King But stay I must bethink me at what rate I purchase these fair trappings ha the curse of him that got mee start my danted spirits shall I usurp a throne and sit above my father whilst the gaping pit of hell with wide stretcht jawes yawnes for my fall O I am struck with horror and the slaves of Stix already sting my wounded soul Cher. Will you fair Prince reject all future hopes of just succession and afflict your Sire by your unjust detainment of his Crown Corcu. I am distracted and me thinks I burn under these robes of State a boyling heat runs from them through my veins Joves hardy son when he bewrapt himselfe in Nessus shirt felt not more bitter agonies then I cloath'd in the trappings of my majesty I am resolv'd Bassaes go meet our father allure him home with this I am begun to be no King but a repentant son Exeunt Mesithes and Cherseogles Pallas I aske thy pardon I have straied A gracelesse trewant from thy happy schooles Whither I le now returne there 's not a ranke Place or degree can sort us out true blisse Without thy temple there my dwelling is Amongst the sacred monuments of wit Which Classique authors carefully have writ For our instruction I will wast my time So to wash out the spots of this sad crime Court honours and you shadows of true joy That shine like starres till but a greater light Drowne your weake luster I adjure your sight Even from my meditations and my thoughts I banish your entising vanities And closely kept within my studie walls As from a cave of rest henceforth I le see And smile but never taste your misery I but as yet am floating on the waves Of stormy danger nor am sure to scape The violent blast of angry Bajazet Blow faire my hopes and when I touch the shore I le venture forth on this rough surge no more Enter Bajazet Cherseogles Achmetes Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Mahomet Achomates Selymus Trizham Mahomet Zemâ—s disguised See where he comes oh how my guilty blood Starts to my face and proves my cause not good Our dutie to our father kneeles Baja. Ours to the Emperor kneeles Cor. Why kneels great Bajazet I am thy son Thy slave and if thy wrath but frowne undone VVhy kneeles great Bajazet heavens hide thy face From these proposterous doings Ba. What not asham'd To circle in thybrow with that bright crown Yet blush to see me kneel though filiall rites And morall precepts say the son must bend Before the Father yet your high degree and power bids you rise commands my knee Corc. These ornaments be thine Here Bajazet I Crowne thee Monarch of the spacious West Asia and Affrica if ought be mine greater then these I here proclaim it thine Omnes Live Bajazet our mighty Prince live rule and flourish Baja. Is this your zeale is it Did every voice breath out a willing suffrage I am crowned my joyes are fully perfect and I feele my lightned spirits caper in my brest Rise thou starre-bright mirrour of thine age To Corcutus kneeling by thee our iron daies prove full as good as when old Saturne thundred in the clouds Be an example to succeeding times how sons should use their Parents and I vow when I shall faile this honour to thy brow Attend us Bassaes I le lead on to joy never was Father blest with such a boy Exeunt omnes manet Corcutus Corcu. Freed from a princely burthen I possess A Kingly liberty and am no lesse Princely observance waite on him on me thoughts undisturb'd I shall then happy be Exit Actus 1. Scena 5. Enter Zemes the brother of Bajazet alone Zemes. Scarce had I set my foot within these walls in expectation of a solemne hearse due to the wandring Ghost of Mahomet but lowd alarmus of abundant joy ring in mine eares and every servile groome Congratulates the coronation A showt within of Bajazet harke how they roare it out A cold disturbance like a gelid frost settles my blood withinme and I hate his cheerefull triumphs more then mine owne fate 'T is true indeed I prov'd not the first fruites an elder off-spring of my Fathers breed yet was it so that Bajazet and I both tumbled in one wombe perhaps the Queene of womens labours doted at our birth and sent him first abroad or else I slept and he before me stole into the world must I then lose my glory and be hurld A slave beneath his feet no I must be An Emperor as full as great as he Exit Actus 1. Scena 6. Enter Isaack alone Isa Divorc'd my Daughter fond and insolent man I le crush thee into nothing if I can endure the noise of my disgrace I know how to return it I am a flame of fire a chafing heat distempers all my blood Achmetes thou must cool it when thy limbs are emptied of that moysture they sucke in and thy stain'd blood inchanted from thy veins then shall I be appeased meane while I live thy mortall foe But stay let me contain mine anger undiscover'd Friend how is' t Enter Mesithes Mesi Know you not Isaack Isa What Mes The flight of Zemes hence to Armenia Isa Of Zemes Mes Yes he walkt about the City disguis'd and unseen till his escape Isa 'T is strange and full of fear Mes We meet him frequent in the vulgar mouth Isa Zemes is valiant and Armenia strong here 's Bajazet he must beware the wrong Enter Bajazet Ba. What is' t thou murmurest Bajazet wrongd something it is thou knowest concerning us Take thee faire leave and speak it Isa Yes I know matters of weight such as concern thy life Baja. Such as concern my life Speak out thy tale we are so flesht in joy bad news proves strange and touch my sense too harshly Isa But you must hear Your brother Zemes when swift winged Fame told him your father Mahomet was dead flew quickly hither first to celebrate his funeral pomp then to assume his State his Crown and Scepter which he rightly knew unto your hand and head both to be due But when applausive joy and peales of mirth sounded loud Musick in his troubled eares of you enthron'd then he began too late to brawl at heaven and wrangle with his Fate So he went hence and cryed revenge be mine quake thou great City of proud Constantine at my fierce anger when I next return with clouds of misty powder I shall choak thy breath and dul thy beauty with it's smoak Thus posted he hence to Armenias King there to implore his ayde which he will bring to front thy power nor doth he yet despair to dispossess and fright thee from thy chair Baja. First from my body shall he fright my soul and push me into dust Isaack
What stranger 's this my blessed Genius haunts me Isaack I take thee in with open love What speaks thy Presence Isa Good newes to Selymus Sely. From whom Isa From Bajazet Sely. 'T is strange if good Isa And full as good as strange March quickly hence I 'le tell you as we walk if constant Chance smile on our project e're this Sun go down we may salute you with a glorious Crown Sely. I follow even to death Grand Mars to thee I 'le build an Altar if thou prosper me Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 4. Enter Achomates and Souldiers Acho. Revenge my black impiety each brow seemes with a scornful laughter to deride those empty Menaces of Bajazet And Bajazet is not our Father now sith he hath wrong'd the duty of a Son but a scorn'd Enemy whose prostrate soul shall make a step by which I will ascend up to the radiant throne of heavenly State if you but lend your help and free consent Souldiers Lead us along the mysty banks of hell through Seas of danger and the house of death we are resolv'd to follow one by one to second each step of Achomates Acho. This resolution is as great as just continue it brave spirits he 's a slave that having sinn'd dares not defend his sin The world shall know I dare For though our cause be wrong yet wee 'l make good the breach of laws Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 5. Enter Bajazet and Corcutus Cor. Would I had slept with Trizham and that hand that strangled Mahomet had stopt my breath rather then live to see my selfe thus wrong'd Baja. Despaire not sweet Corcutus what I promis'd I 'le keep most true and here again I vow when I am dead this honour to thy brow I have call'd home that rebel Selymus only to tame a Traytor And that done we have no other heire no other son beside Corcutus to whose free command we do bequeath the duty of this land Enter Mesithes and Mustapha Is Isaack not return'd Mesi My Liege he is Musta And Selymus with him Baja. Let them approach Enter Selymus and Isaack as they enter speak Isa Let your high spirit shrink below it self in a dissembled shew of penitence Sely. Tush I can bow as if my joynts were oyld and tumble at his feet Isa Practise your skill Selymus fals at Bajazets feet Bajâ— Lesse shew and more good meaning Selymus Arise these crouching feates give slender proofes of inward loyalty Sely. Right noble Father mine expedition to avenge your cause upon the head of proud Achomates be my just trial Baja. Hast then May thy arm by breathless treason raise up a full joy and turn that monster back unto the earth from whence it leapt A most prodigious birth Sely. We flie to the performance who both dare and will correct his boldnesse now we tread the path to honour and methinks I heare the peoples Vivat Eccho in mine eare Exit Selymus with the Bassaes Baja. New insolence The Bassaes slipt away How the obsequious villaines honour him as if he were their Godhead Cherseogles I suspect some plotted mischief else they durst not leave your person thus unguarded Baja. Plot and hang. We weigh not all their treasons at a straw one must not rule too long 't is subjects law Exeunt Passe over the stage Bassaes and Souldiers carrying Selymus aloft and crying out Long live Selymus Vivat Selymus Magnificent Emperor of the Turks Exeunt Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles Baja. Hell and the furies vex their damned souls What people Ha! what Nation is' t we live in Is' t our State and Monarchy Good gods two Emperors at once Live Selymus Can slavish vassals thus supplant their Prince What 's this enshrines my head a type for fooles to flear at a divided ornament Faile not my sense and courage let me live to finde my self again Vize-roy of Greece didst thou not see a Bajazet withdraw and vanish hence tell thou most faithful man what is become of that forgetful name or who hath stole it from me Selymus Oh that damn'd viliaine with his treacherous plot hath rob'd me of that glory Death of sense I have a soul of Adamant or Steel else had that hated noise reft it in twain Enter Mesithes What art thou or whence com'st thou Mesi From a Prince Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesi From thine enemy Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesith From the Emperour Baja. And I beleeve thee still yet slave thou liest these pâ—rts must know no Emperour but me unlesse base usurpation hath stept up unto my chaire of honour Right 't is so 't is so indeed Wel then what wil your Emperour Mesi That by my hand you yeeld him up his crown Baja Traytor his crown so now I am resolv'd I have forgone my selfe else had this hand tore out thy spottedheart and that one word of yeelding had been cause enough to spoyle thee and thy generation Heartlesse slave why sneak'st thou from our presence stay behold here commend this gorgeous ornament these trappings to thy Emperour as full bestead with curses as my heart with woes that it my clogge his eares and vex his head with daily terrours Hence thy prince is sped Exit Mesithes Vize-roy of Greece to thee our last farewell thou worthiest truest best deserving man that ever made us happy if thy faith respect me not my fortune do this charge fly to Achomates and rather aide him then this faithlesse Bastard Selymus the scandall of our race the mark for heaven to shoot revenge But all in vaine I strive to word away my inward paine Cherseo Nor this nor that I 'le favour may I speed Bajazet shall live to see both bleed Exit Baja. Maske up thy brighthesse Phoebus lovely night hurle thy thick mantle over all the heavens let this black day for ever be forgot in the eternall registers of time which of you sacred powers are not asham'd to see a Prince so sinfully abus'd by his owne issue and unreveng'd Enter Selymus and Bassaes But stand we who comes here a face of brasse else would it blush now thou Saturnine Jove thou God of great men thunder that the world drench'd all in sin may shake and feare that noise that horrid scourge of villanies Sely. Father Baja. Slave avaunt I feele a strong Antipathy t'wixt thee and me thy sight makes my dead heart distill fresh drops of blood and work new smart Exit Sely. What furious Bajazet and raging hot I hugge the amorous pleasure that I feel creep through my joynts Observe our Father Exeunt Bassaes else by some wilfull murder hee 'le prevent my purpos'd project I 'de not lose the guilt of his destruction for a crown heaven knows I love him better then to let him digge himself a grave whilst I may take the paines Now mount my soul and let my soaring plumes brush the smooth surface of the Azure skie Crown in his hand With this I charme obeysance from the world thou golden counterfeit of
thy god Apollo teach thee to divine my fall What hath thy cursed Genius tract my steps through the Meanders of dark privacie and will he dwell with me in these close shades to vex my banisht soul banisht from joy remov'd from the worlds eye I am accurs'd and hated by the Synod of the gods a knot of envious deceits the day will be when they shall smart for this indignity Enter solemn Musick the Ghost of Mahomates Zemes Trizham Mahomet Achmetes Caigubus Asmehemides with each a sword and burning Tapers led in by Nemesis with a sword they encompasse Bajazet in his bed Nem. Triumph my Plantiffes Nemesis your Queen is pierc'd quite through with your continual groanes See see the prostrate body of a King clad in the weedes of pining discontent lieth open to your wrath and doleful hate But I conjure you not to touch his skin nor hurt his sacred person those three Fates those frightful sisters told me they decree for Bajazet another destinie But vex his soul with your deluding blows and let him dream of direful anguishments each in the proper order of his Fate vent the comprest confusion of his hate One after another strike at Bajazet with their swords Nemesis puts by their blows Exeunt in a solem dance Neme. Awake awake thou tortured Emperor look with the eye of fury on the heavens threaten a downfall to this mortal stage and let it crack with thee thy life is run to the last Scene thy Tragick part is done Exit Bajazet awakes in fury ariseth You meager divels and infernal haggs where are you Ha! what vanisht am I found Did I not feele them teare and rack my flesh and scramble it amongst them Heaven and earth I am deluded what thin ayrie shapes durst fright my soul I 'le hunt about the world search the remotest angles of the earth till I 've found out the clymate holds these fiends or build a bridg by Geometrick skill whom lineal extension shall reach forth to the declining borders of the skie on which I 'le lead mortality along and break a passage through the brazen walls from whence Jove triumphs o're this lower world then having got beyond the utmost sphere besiege the concave of this universe and hunger-starve the gods till they confess what furies did my sleeping soul oppresse Ha! did it lighten or what nimble flame ha's crept into my blood me thinks it steals through my distemper'd joynts as if it fear'd to urge me to impatience Hamon accursed Hamon stand my soul above the power of these invenom'd drugs Am I in hell alive the Stygian flames could not produce an heat so violent as burns within my body Oh I feel my heart drop into cinders I am dust Jove for thine own sake Jove confine my soul within these walls of earth for in the skie when I am there none shall be Jove but I. Still still I boyle and the continued flames are aggravated He is done subdu'd by the base Art of a damn'd Emperick whose empty name sent terrour through the world Is not the heaven bespangl'd all with starrs and blazing Meteors whose bright glimmering flames like ceremonial Tapers should adorne my solemne Hearse what doth the golden Sun ride with it's wonted motion are the waves bridled within their narrow Continent No deluge not an earthquake shall a Prince an Emperor a Bajazet decease and make no breach in nature fright the world with no prodigious birth Are you asleep you thundring Beggards that so awe the world I 'le hasten to revenge this strong neglect of my deceasing spirits mount my soul brush off this cloddy heavy element So Jove I come excorporate divine immortal as thy self I must contest with thee proud god with thee to arme my mind only my soul ascends earth stayes behind Moritur Enter the Ghosts as before and bear him out Actus 5. Scena 10. Enter Solymon as newly Crowned Souldiers Attendants warlike Musick Soly. Is Selymus deceased Sould. He is my Lord. Soly. Who Selymus what Fate durst be so bold Oh I could act an holy frenzy now Selymus deceas'd What did not Atlus tremble at such a burden Can he support the Orb that holds up Selymus is not yet the Pole crackt with his weight do not the heavens prepare his funeral Exequies Jove I invoke thee now command the heavens that the prone Chandler shops command that idle Phoebus that he exhale matter from earth to make thy Funeral Tapers Or I 'le make Torches of the universe in stead of Comets flaming Countries Cities shall be thy ceremonial Tapers Or if not this I 'le ransack Christendome Kings Daughters I 'le embowel for a Sacrifice their fat with vestal fire will I refine and offer virgins wax unto thy shrine Start back bright Phoebus let thy fiery Steeds keep Holyday for Selymus Tell thy host proud Neptune now expects another deluge that all the earth may weep for Selymus What do you smile you heavens are ye conscious and guilty of this execrable treason What dare the fields to laugh to when I do mourn I 'le dye your motly colour'd weedes in scarlet and cloath the world in black destruction Nemesis I 'le nayl thee to my greedy sword destruction shall serve under me a Prentiship Courage brave Selymus with thy Princely boat through Styx even all mortality shall float I 'le leavy Souldiers through the Universe with which thou shalt begirt Elizeum Thus barren Nature shall repent thy fall grieving that she did not the event fore-stall Death I will hate thee the world shall wear thy sable livery embroydred with fear Thy Trophies every where the world shall gaze on Thy Armes in sable and in gules I 'l blazon Soul My Lord this Crown intreats you leave off these ground-creeping meditations and to think of Majesty wherefore we invest your brow with this rich robe of glory and do vow to it our due alleageance thus you shall mount up aloft above your Fathers fall Soly. Thus our deare Father those bright robes of state for which so lately thou hast sweat in blood thou wear'st upon my shoulders in thy stead thus are we crown'd and thus our labours be made gainful unto thine though not to thee Sould. Live then and raign most mighty Emperor whilst that our care and watchful providence shall fence thy safety and keep Sentinel over thy sacred person were black treasons hatcht in the Center of the darkest earth the massie element should be prospective for all our piercing eyes should Pluto send his black Apparator to summon thee to appear before him by that Mahomet we would confront him boldly and excuse thy absence unto Pluto by our presence death we 'le disarm thee if thou dar'st arrest thy fury on our Solymon or we 'le bale his person with our imprisonment By our death thou shalt live our City walls may with warlike ruine be battered but our alleageance that European Bull shall ne'r push from us with his golden hornes nor shall his
with the twilight dawning stars whilst floods shall fall into the Ocean shall Christians tremble at Turks thundring stroaks Amurat. So am I Amurath the great King of Turks O how it glads me thus to pash their brains to rend their locks to tear these Infidels Who thundered when these heads were smitten off Stars I could reach you with my lofty hand 't is well enough enough great Amurath for now I sit in Orchanes great Throne and sacrifice due Rites to Mahomet yet why enough I le on and dung the Earth with Christians rotted trunks that from that soyl may spring more Cadmean Monsters to orecome them Captains what Countries next shall we make flow with Channels of their blood Euren. To Servia my Lord there are troups of arms gathered to resist Mahometan Chase At Bulgaria there they set on fire the Countries as they pass 't were good we haste Amur. VVhy they do well we like of their desire to make the flame in which themselves must fry Ruine destruction famine and the sword shall all invade them Sun stay thou thy flight and see the sneaks in their own River drencht whilst with their blood our furious thirst is quencht Scena 3. Actus 3. Enter in armes Lazarus Despot of Servia Sesmenos Governor of Bulgaria La. Whither Bulgaria whither must we flye the Butcherous Turk's at hand Blest Sanctity if thou didst ere guard goodnesse wall our towers bring strength into our Nerves For in thy cause our Brests upon their Rapiers we will run we 'll with just hope confront the tyrants rage meet him i' the face fury will find us armes there is a power can guard us from all harmes Ses Let us be suddain for we 'l not find scope to see our haps Who most doth fear may hope Enter to them Cobelitz Cob. Governor Captains hast unto your arms the dangers imminent and the Turk 's at hand Laz. Cobelitz must we still wade thus deep in blood and terror Cob. Yes Servia we must we should we ought Ease and lucresse keeps baseness company Shall we not blush to see the register of those great Romans and Heroick Greeks which did those acts at which our hearts are struck beneath all credence only to win fame and shall not we for that Eternal name To live without all credence even to win fame is not to know life's chief and better parts To us of future hopes calamity must help to purchase immortality Ses Well spoke trueChristian they who stil live high and snoare in prais'd applause nere know to bear a contumely or check or fate Wisely to steare a Ship or guide an Army undaunted hardinesse is requisite O then lets to our weapons make him yeild they which deny all right oft give 't ith'Field Enter Christian Souldiers falling out among them-fighting confusedly Cob. Why Gentlemen we want no foes to fight nor need we turn our weapons on our selves One Souldier speaks as drunk 1. You lazy rogue what come in my Cabinet answer the other 2. Conspiring slave you murmur'd gan'st th' allowance and wouldst perswade upon a larger pay to betray all Garrisons and turn Turk Thou half Can-carousing rascal I le teare thee and those treacherous veines of thine Will you see They all fall by the eares Blew-Jackets will you see your Corporal wrong'd well since I fight for victuals for company Use now your swords and Bucklers La. Treason the next man that speaks or strikes a blow Sold. Then shall our Laundresses fight for us 2. Why Amazons Baudicans come help to scratch Enter some Truls on both sides they fight and scratch Sesm O Cobelitz what way shall we appease them Truls scold confusedly Thus 1. Trul. Out thy Corporal huswife hath the itch you now will have foul washing Drab I le tear your mouth 2. An inch or two yet wider Cob. What souldiers think you each distasteful word given ' mongst your selves so strong an obloquie that revenge spurs you to each others death The General parts them with his sword And will not seek to wash those blasphemies in Seas of their foul blood which are belcht out by our approaching foes against the Essence of the Eternal Laz. Leave leave these factions cease these mutinies A Drum from the Turk's Camp Hark their Drums take advantage of these stirs let us oppose our strength against our foe and in our Camp let not one Souldier be who will not finde and strike his Enemie Cob. Now blest guider and great strength of arms if in thy secret and hidden decree thou hast not yet appointed the full time wherein thou meanest to tame this Tyger who dare murmur against thine hidden will Be we slain now there 's victory in store which when thou pleasest thou 't give and not before Give us still strength of patience not to wish a funeral honour unto all the world when we are perishing we 'l still believe those dangers worth our death we undergo whilst he who 's ours is alike thy foe Should Fortune lose this day when we are slain thou canst give hands and strength and men again on thee we trust then and on thee bear scorning for Heaven's sake to shed a tear Exeunt Actus 3. Scena 4. A March within excursions alarums Enter as Conquerors Cairadin Bassa Schahin leading young men Christians Prisoners Schah. Bassa we thank thy valour and discretion in finding fit occasion to invade the mutinous Christians these Captives here shall be good Presents to our worthy Master Bassa General now trust me these young slaves be full of Valor they have metal in them Schuh. Yes and to his Highness shall perform a Service which I long have thought upon and when his Turkish Majesty requires they 'l fit to be a near attendant Guard on all occasions to the Emperour therefore they shall be called Janizaries by me first instituted for our Princes safeties sake Bass Their vigor strong hearts becomes such service for to orecome them made our Souldiers sweat much Turkish blood the Servians kept the Fight with stubborn hard resistance The Bulgarians left the right wing there set I forward first and like a torrent roll'd destruction on raising huge storms of blood as doth the Whale puffe up the waves against a mighty Ship me thinks I see the Rivers of their gore their Leaders trampled on by Turkish Horse the Body of their Army quite disperst themselves all floating in Vermillian pools with their own weapons hasting to their death and such a slaughter did we make of them as Nature scarce can ere repair again One hastning t'others death pulling to ground him that held up so they each other drown'd Schah. Still are they confident upon a power they know not what who as they think can snatch their precise souls from out the jaws of death Bass Yes such a superstition doth possess them for when they lookt for nothing but their fate and danger stood in sweat upon their brows they yet scorn'd Mahomet and prophan'd his Rites
suit Orest Nay but Egystheus you can aggravate to doe a haynous murther and i' th Court I' th place of Justice where the King might hear upon a chief attendant of the Kings Murther it self is past all expiation a crime that nature most of all abhors and look how manhood and civility stand at the bar of Justice and there plead how much they 'r wrong'd and how much defac'd when man doth dye his hands in blood of man Now hearken King I 'll use thy Rhetorick thou didst a haynous murther in the Court not which the King did hear but which he felt when no petition could good man prevaile therefore this dies this first shall have his due Stabs it againe that the blood spirts in his face this mischief done revenge shall prompt anew Aeg. O the gods blush and heaven looks pale at this a fathers face besmear'd with his childs blood Orest My hast deceives my will tush all this yet may be call'd piety you shall tast too mother Turns it to her Clyt. O why dos't banish nature from his place Look on thy mothers tears worse then those groans and pangs she had when she first brought thee forth When of thy friends or parents thou hast wrong patience not fury doth to thee belong Is this the blessing that thy knee should ask Repay'st thou thus my kisses and my tears which flow'd from me to thee in tender years Orest O why did you so banish woman-hood when you and this damn'd villain base adulterer made in my fathers side so many wounds and brought a brave old King into this state See here 's his bones my pocket can contain Pulls bones from his pocket great Agamemnon and repayd you thus his kind embraces all his loving signs Aegystheus you are thirsty you shall drink Fills two cups with the childs blood gives it them yes you shall clear your throat by you shall Aegy. O mischief above mischief what Heniochus bred on a stony rock could e'r endure to see a fathers thirst quench'd with such blood Hast thou no measure hath revenge no end Ore Who first doth mischief may keep mean i' th deed but who revengeth must all mean exceed Nay mother wee 'l not bar you of your draught Gives one cup to her Clyt. O Nature see here all thy law infring'd a mothers prayers prevail not with her son Orest Pray with Thyestes it shall never move me But first Aegystheus Do thou haste revenge Stabs him Aegyst O I am wounded O when dost thou end Orest Nay I have scarce begun Now mother you Sabs her So now I 'll stand and look and on hell call nay my revenge must not be usual One more for thee Aegystheus only let out the blood you drank before Aegyst O my heart feels it Orest Now mother you and your love the same Clyt. O kill me quickly time prolongs my wo and since I must die let me quickly goe Orest You know your sentence Let him feel he dies who strait threats death knows not to tyrannize Aegy. This brings ten deaths Or. Would t would an 100 bring one death 's too little to revenge a King Hence hence adulterous soul to Tantalus and let hell know who 't was sent thee thither he dies Now mother you shall follow but he first lest that like Lovers you go hand in hand Clyt. Why son whose death is it thou dost revenge thy fathers but on whom upon thy mother On her which brought thee forth which took most care to bring thee up from whom thou tookst thy self thou' rt sure thou art mine but dost not know who 't was begate thee Orest Wil 't Bastardize me Yes mother yes I know I was his son Alas why what are you a senselesse peice of rotten earth can do as much to corn as you to me bear it and bring it forth but Agamemnon he that seed did sow and only unto him my self I ow and for him thou shalt die Clyt. O I confesse my conscience tells me I deserve no lesse and thus thy mother from thee doth depart leaving vexation to torment thy heart She dies Orest Now friend I see my father live again and in his royal state at Argos Court This is the night in which he first came home O blessed powers of hell divine Canidia Now am I satisfied now hath revenge perfection and nothing grieves me but that Tyndarus my mothers father did not see her die I le in and tell him my thoughts must reveale those acts I do this night who would conceale Now soul triumph whist that my deed shall shine I' th face o th Court and all the world know 't mine Actus 5. Scena 1. Enter Orestes in his gown Tyndarus Strophius Electra Pylades two Lords Ore My Lord your daughters potion works most rarely the King 's asleep God blesse his Majesty O do not wake him faith 't is pity la. Tynd. What do I see ha blood the little child dead my daughter bleed Aegystheus kill'd Orest Your Lordships eyes do fail 't is but spilt wine Tynd. Lay hands o' th villain 't is the Physicians deed Orest Nay friends hands off 't is no Physician now Discovers himself See see old Tyndarus dost thou know me yet Fetch me my Crown and robes nay I 'll ascend Is not Atrides eldest son your King Tynd. What hast thou done foul Viper to eat out thy mothers bowels what was this thy deed Thy silence sayes 't was thine What Tanais Tygris or Rhenus or what flowing sea should wash thee in the salt Meotis streame Or Tethis at full tide o'rflow thy banks still would the spots of murder stick on them Orest Why Grandsire I go not about to wash by 't was all the fruit I thought to win to think all mischief here could be no sin Tynd. See see thy mother look upon her now on her whose eyes thou hast for ever clos'd which eyes have often wakned at thy cry and hush'd thee with a lullaby to sleep See see these hands which oft with so much care wrapt gently up thy unset tender limbs See see this face wont at thy signes to smile when nature gave not leave unto thy tongue to utter thy childs meaning Orest See see these bones these nasty rotten bones which had so often lock'd his hands in hers here stood the tongue which oft had call'd her sweet dear Clytemnestra and then stopt his speech and told his love in a more speaking signe Here stood those eyes which fed upon her face and made her of thy daughter a great Queen and she made him a dish for loathed worms Tynd. Suppose she did there was but one yet dead and with ones death again should be repaid Orest No Tyndarus had I desir'd but one I should have thought I had desired none Why methinks I should too have kill'd thee the number is too little yet of three Tynd. Into what land what country wilt thou fly all earths all lands all countries will fly
Achmetes Did he stand on terms of conscience neighbor-hood or love when he cashier'd my daughter from my house and to the worlds broad eye open'd her crime No he was swift and bitter in his hate and so will I he is but now return'd in triumph from the field as full of pride as I of envy hence I le ground my hate When fierce Bellona smil'd on Bajazet amidst the fiery tumults of the warre she offered Zemes to Achmetes hand they fought Achmetes conquered at his foot fell the proud rebell wounded but not slain there might Achmetes with a blow of death cut off our fears continued in his breath this shall incense the angry Emperor and crush Achmates in his fairest hopes True polititians work by others hands so I will by the Prince my plot stands firme see where he comes now sly Mercurius whet my tongue to kindle hate in Bajazet Enter Bajazet Baja. Isaack how thriv'd Achmetes in his wars Fame is of late grown dumbe of his renown surely unwelcome news clogs her swift wings else had she now bin frequent in our Court and we had fully known the chance of all Isa We had yet could not the event lie so conceal'd but Isaack found it out which when I first discovered straight it wrought tempests of passions in me joy and grief reign'd at one instant in the selfe same brest Bajazet As how Isa As thus I joy'd that Zemes fell was sorry he escap'd Baja. Fell and yet escap'd Isa Beneath Achmetes feet the traytor fell Baja. And yet escap'd good Iove how may this be Isa Thus it might be and was so when sad death was glutted with the ruine of each side when slaughtring Mars had stain'd the field with blood and cast a purple colour o'r the earth at length some milder providence desir'd an end of those hot tumults that were seen to last in Zemes breath so that their fire would be extinct when Zemes should expire then from the middle skirmish forth were brought he and Achmetes being met they fought Zemes was vanquish't by a violent blow which struck him trembling lower then his knees now whether flattering or present gifts redeem'd him from his fate I cannot show something they plotted what none yet can know Baj. Canst thou advise me Isaack how to sound the depth of all his mischief Isa Thus you may He being come from Zemes overthrow and yet luke-warme in blood and full of joy you may in way of honour and free mind call him this night to banquet Then being set when the hot spirits of caroused healths have spoyl'd his wit of smooth and painted tales and wine unlockt the passage for the truth bid him relate the manner of his war the chances and events then when he comes to Zemes if he err about his flight his ends are bad his bosome black as night Baja. Thou art my good Angel Isack I applaud thy faithfull plot Achmetes were thy soule as dark as hell and thy enclosed thoughts as subtill as a winding Labyrinth by such a guide as can remove each doubt and by a clue of thred I 'd track them out But Isack if we trap him in his wiles how shall we kill the traytor we have a trick already strange to catch him in the nick Isa Easily thus Our laws allow a custome not us'd of late yet firme still in effect and thus it is When there doth breath a man direfully hated of the Emperour and he in strickt severity of right cannot proceed against him then he may orewhelme him in a robe of mourning black which we have call'd deaths mantle that thing done the man thus us'd is forfeited to fate and a devoted sacrifice to him whom he had er'st offended neither can strength or intreaty wrest him from his death both which are treason and inexpiable Thus then you may proceed when banquets done and all their comick merriment run on to the last scene and every man expects a solemne gift due to Achmetes worth call for a robe therewith to deck your friend and perfect all his glory let that be this robe of fate in which ready at hand you may intombe the traytor and bewrap his pampred body in a vaile of death so let him die dream not on the event vice is rewarded in it's punishment Baj. I will be fierce and sudden Isaack invite Achmetes to a feast he dies this night Exit Baj. Isa I shall Would not a private warning serve but open penance must correct my child and a severe divorcement quite degrade her of her honour'd matrimoniall rights Were he as strong as steel-like joynted Mars as much applauded through our popular streets as erst Dictator Fabius was in Rome or geat Augustus yet the slave should feel the wrath of an inflamed father light heavy upon his soul that e'r the next sun appear Achmetes all thy glorie 's done Exit Actus 2. Scena 6. Enter Achmetes and Caigubus his son Caigu. I fear'd your safety and devoutly prayed the sword of justice which your hand did sway might be of conquering force Ach. Thy prayers were heard and I am here as safe as I went forth untouch'd by the rough hands of desperate war Nor did I once spie danger in the field but when I fronted Zemes then there met two streams of valor sith on us was set the chance of the whole combat others stood expecting which of us should lose his blood but heaven was just and to compose the strife this sword at one sad blow took thence his life Cai. The heavens were just indeed but who coms here Isaac Mesithes and Bajazets three sons Enter Isaak Mesithes Mahometes Achomates Selymus Ach. They come to gratulate my late success I see their errand foulded in their smiles how chearfully they look upon my joyes Omnes All happinesse attend Achmetes Ach. Thanks Noble friends How fares the Emperor Isaack Well by your guard and he hath sent us now all to invite your presence to a feast we must be frolick and this following night shall Crown your joy with revels and delight or else deprive thy soul of that good light aside Ach. We must be frolick Captains think not then on my loud drums and staring trumpeters such whose strong lungs roar out a bellowing voice would make a man daunce Antick in the fire wee l have a choicer musick and my feet shall tread a neater march then such harsh strains can teach them with more pleasure and lesse pains since it hath pleas'd the Emperor to grace our slender merits thus we shall be there to tast his bounty Mes Wee le lead on before Ach. I le follow you Isa Ne'r to return more aside Exeunt omnes Manent Achmetes and Caigubus Ach. I am happy above envy and my state not to be thwarted with injurious fate I could disburden all my jealous thoughts and shake that currish vice suspicion off from my sincere affection I have worng'd sure I have wrong'd thee Isack thy
me here before you Achom. Be so who denies to strike in time can seldome hope to rise Exit Cher These two will meet and I must take doth parts Now for a trick to send them both to hell in the full growth of expectation Heavens know they have deserv'd it then 't would be an happy murder and behold the men Enter Bassaes whom I have decreed should do it Once againe I must betake me to my former note Health to the friends of our great Emperor the three strong pillars that uphold true worth Isa Sir your intrusion is unseasonable Must And your salute impardonably bold Che. Perhaps the news I bring may frame excuse for both these faults Mesi Speake out thy mind in brief Cher. Then thus to night here present on this plain you may encounter two fierce enemies Achomates and Cherseogles both at the full stroak of twelve Isa How Mesithes we 're blest Must This night at twelve of the clock Cher. Upon my life Omnes VVhat shall we do Cher. But meet me on this plain at the appointed hour and I will place you three aside from whence you shall oppress your foes at unawares Mesi Is it a match Isa 'T is done at twelve a clock Must See thou prove faithful Cher. If I shrink in ought that I profess death strike me to the grave So thrive all falshood each perjur'd slave Exeunt Bassaes How easily base minds are drawn to strike their foes at least advantage Beauteous moon pale witnesse to a thousand deeds of sin vail up thy light that darknesse may help on these black stratagems and unhallowed hands strike in mistaken bodies even the soul themselves adore and cheerfully defend But time grows fast upon me hit all right two Princes and three Bassaes dye this night Actus 5. Scena 7. Enter Corcutus with his Lute Cor. Heaven whither run these projects is the thought of man so senslesse void of wit yet fraught with threatning ambition to what end doth this distempered madnesse headlong bend Blesse me my Genius from these hated toyles of murdering warfare and these sweating broyles of watchfull policy Phoebus let it be that I may know no other god but thee Learned experience saies ambiguous fates vex eminent fortunes and he onely stands without the beames of envy whom the hands of some propitious power hath rankt below those short delights that troubled thoughts do know A Crown 's a golden marke which being hit falls not alone but oft the head with it honors are smoaky nothings then let the Queen of learning great Minerva and the nine chast sisters that adorne the Grecian hill devote me to themselves but let me still within Apollos sacred Temple sit and spend my body to encrease my wit Raigne Selymus for I shall ne're thee hate thy supreame power nor envy thy state Corcutus stands divorced from a life engag'd to vaine ambition factious strife and empty power of Kings Hee 's great in fame not who seekes after but neglects the same Since thou hast griev'd me Phoebus free my wit that I may ease my griefe by speaking it if thou deny'st fond god 't will be in vaine sorrow can sing though thou not tune the straine Sings to his Lute Then thou sweet Muse from whence there flows words able to expresse our ill Teach me to warble out my woes and with a sigh each accent fill Infuse my brest with doleful straines Whose heavy note may speak my paines O let me sigh and sighing weep Till night deprives my woes with sleep The pleasing murmurs of the ayre that gently fan each moving thing I having heard straight do repayre and bear a burden whilst I sing An heavy burden doleful song The fathers grief the subjects wrong O let me sigh and sighing weep Till night beguiles my woes with sleep The grieved Flora hangs the head of every youthful plant and tree And flowry pleasures are starke dead at my lamenting melody Then all you Muses help my straine To reach the depth of bitter paine Oh let me sigh and sighing weep Till night beguiles my woes with sleep Me thinks I heare the singing spheares tune their melodious straines to mine The dewie clouds dissolve in teares as if they griev'd to see me pine Thus each thing joynes to see my mone Thus seldome come true sighs alone Then let me sigh and sighing weep Till night beguile my woes with sleep He sleeps Then enter two murtherers who slaying him bear him away Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 8. Enter Cherseogles Cher. A dark and heavy night as if the gods winckt at our projects and had clad the heavens in a propitious black to blesse my plot Revenge to thee I dedicate this work and I will pamper thy wild appetite with blood and murther thy dull slow-pac't feet shall caper to behold our fearful scenes drencht in a scarlet Ocean T is full twelve I hear a quiet foot-pace and it beates directly towards 'T is Selymus joy of expectation Enter Selymus Sely. Thou Queen of shades bright Cynthia and you starry lampes of heaven what spheare hath told you oh y' are envious all and therefore hate to grace the time in which I ruinate my latest foe this is the sand on which I am to wrestle for a Crowne and I am entred full of greedy lust to meet my adverse champion here 's my god whom I adore with greater confidence then all those beauties Sun or Moon or Starrs that with malicious absence have disrob'd this gracious houre of i'ts due respect Oh thou the silent darknesse of the night arme me with desperate courage and contempt of gods-lov'd men now I applaud the guile of our brave roarers which select this time to drink and swagger and spurn at all the powers of either world Blest mortals had that mother strangled her other infant white fac't day and brought forth only night my limbs are stiff and I must bath them in my brothers blood I le steep this grasse in a red purple goare scatter the carcasse peecemeale and that done I le reare a lasting monument I le signe a trophie which inscrib'd shall speak my deeds to after ages that 's my chief intent Hee 's coldly prays'd that 's written innocent Whose there my souldier Che. Souldier and slave great Prince at your command Sely. I will enoble thee place thee my second self in all my power for thy rare faith Where 's our Achomates Cher. I heard one softly track full hitherwards and think t is he 't is needful that I meet him and give some proof that I continue his else jealous of my faith he will return and we be both deluded when y' are met parley before you fight till I prepare my self to run upon him unaware Mean while I le go to meet him Exit Sely. Goe make hast But if this base raskal should deceive my trust a trifle my nerves are plumped up and fil'd with vigor strong enough to fright a million of such
in this weak condition to repute our selves above the stroak of Lady Chance a caution must divine it ever fixt that whilst her checks equally fall out community should ease their bitterness I could afresh now shed those Princely tears to think such suddain ruine should attend Heroick spirits glittering in bright arms But if the Graecian when he heard the dreams disputed subtilly by Philosophers to prove innumerable extant worlds was struck with pensiveness and wept to think he had not yet obtain'd one for himself what terror can affright a Christians thoughts who knows there is a world at liberty to breath in when this glass of life is broke our Foes with circling fury are intrencht Pelions of Earth and darkness shall orelade them whilst we shall mount and these our spirits light shall be yet ponderous to depress them lower Nay my Enthusiastick soul divines That some weak hand shall from the blazing Zone snatch Lightning which shall strike the snarling Cur with horror and amazement to the Earth which Hell cannot oppose Turk Tyrannize stand yet at length to fall my sacrifice Super Olympick vigor will no doubt squeez all thy supercilious rancor out Exeunt in a March Scena 3. Actus 5. The Heavens seem on fire Comets and blazing Stars appear Amurath speaks Am. Who set the world on fire How now ye Heavens grow you so proud that you must needs put on curl'd locks and cloth your selves in Periwigs of fire Mahomet say not but I invoke thee now command the puny-Christians demi-God put out those flashing sparks those Ignes fatui or I 'le unseat him or with my Looks so shake the staggring props of his weak seated Throne that he shall finde he shall have more to do to quell one Amurath than the whole Gyant brood of those same Sons of Earth than ten Lycaons Do the poor snaks so love their misery that they would see it by these threatning lights Dare ye blaze still I 'le toss up Buckets full of Christians blood to quench you by those hairs drag you beneath the Center there put out all your presaging flames in Phlegeton Can you outbrave me with your pidling Lights Yawn earth with Casements as wide as hell it self Vault opens Burn heaven as ardent as the Lemnian flames wake pale Tisiphon spend all thy snakes Be Eacus and Minos as severe as if the Goale delivery of us all were the next Sessions I le pull Radamant by his flaming furres from out his Iron Chaire Whilst he is in his fury arise four Fiends framed like Turkish Kings but black his supposed Predecessors daunce about him to a kind of hideous noyse sing this Song following 1. Fiend Horror dismal cryes and yells Of these thy Grandsires thee fore-tels Furies sent of thee to learn Crimes which they could nere discern All. Furies sent c. 2. Fiend O Amurath thy Father 's come To warn thee of a suddain doome Which in Cassanoe's fields attends To bring thee to thy hellish friends All. Which in Cassanoes c. 3. Fiend Megaera and Ennio both do stand Trembling lest when thou art damn'd Chief of Furies thou shouldst be And they their snakes resigne to thee All. Chief of Furies c. 4. Fiend Terror we a while will leave thee Till Cocytus Lake receive thee Cerberus will quake for feare Where he a new Turks fate shall heare All. Cerberus will c. Amu. Now who the divel sent my Grandsires hither Had Pluto no task else to set them too He should have bound them to Ixions wheel or bid them roule the stone of Sysiphus Beshrew me but their singing did not please me Have they not been so drunk with Lethe yet as to forget me They can portend no ill for should the fates be twining my last thread yet none durst come from hell to tell me so Shall I be scar'd with a Night-walking Ghost or what my working fancy shall present Why I can look more terrible then night and command darknesse in the unwilling day Make Hecate start and draw back her head to wrap it in a swarthy vaile of clouds Drop sheets of Sulphure you prodigious skyes Cyclops run all thy Bullets into Aetna then vomit them at once should Christians couch to the bottomlesse abysse of Styx or hide themselves under Avernaes shade this arm should fetch them out Day must perform what I intend wrath raines a bloody storm And now 'gins rise the Sun which yet not knows the misery it shall see on Amuraths Foes Lords Leaders Captaines Enter Schahin and others Scha. Your Highnesse up so soon Amu. He small rest takes that dreames on nought but bloody broyles and death Schah. Your Grace seems much distempered Beds of sweat bedew your brows with never-wonted paleness Am. Why see you not The heavens are turn'd Court Ladies and put on other Hair besides their own canst guess learn'd Schahin what these flames portend Schah. My Lord such things as these we men must see and wonder at and yet not search the reason perchance unwholsom fogs exhailed by th' Sun are set a blazing by his too neer heat but 't is not lawful that a mortal eye should dare to penetrate Heavens secrecy Am. Doth it not bode a Conquest Schah. Yes ' gainst the Christians for unto them it bends sinister looks and frowns upon their Army more than ours Amur. So so come on ere Phosphorus appear let 's too 't and so prevent that sluggard Sol. If we want Light we 'll from our Whinyards strike fire enough to scorch the Universe Mine Armour there Some go for his Armour Now Mahomet I implore thy promist Aid for this auspicious day toss me aloft and make me ride on Clouds If my Horse fail me those fire breathing jades which the boy Phaëthon knew not how to guide will I pluck out from out the flaming Team and hurle my self against those condense Spheares on which I 'le sit and stay their turning Orbs the whole vertigious Circle shall stand still but to behold me Mine Armour ho They bring his Armour So help on here now like Alcides do I girt my self with well knit sinewes able to stagger Earth and threaten Nature with a second Chaos If one impetuous broyl remain to come in future ages set on foote this houre How well this weight of steele bents my strength Me thinks the Gods stand quivering and doe feare when I am arm'd another Phlegeâ—'s neare Chiron shall see his Piadus at my feet And I le climbe up to heaven and pull it downe and kick the weighty burden of the world from off the Babies shoulders that supports it for I am safer Buckled ' gainst my foe then sturdy Jason who by th' inchanted charmes Medea gave encountred Unicornes Queld Lyons struggl'd with fire-belching Buls obtain'd a glorious prize a Fleece A Fleece dipt deepe in tincture of the Christ'ans bloud shall be my spoyle nay should they hide their heads in their Gods bosome here 's a sword shall reach them Come
the same bloud he tooke a share so let him beare his part in Government Sch. My Lord within the selfe-same Hemispheare It 's most prodigious when two Sunnes appeare One body by one soule must be inform'd Kingdomes like marriage beds must not indure any corrivall Rome was nere secure whilst she contain'd a Pompey and a Caesar Like as one Prophet we acknowledge now so of one King in state we must allow You know the Turkish Lawes Prince be not nice to purchase Kingdomes whatsoe'er the price He must be lopt send for him he must dye Bajazet O happy Bajazet that he was borne to be a King when thou wast Counseller Call in our Brother Jacup Some goe for him Here sixe men take up Amuraths Trunke on their shoulders Baj. Why Lords is Amurath so light a weight Is this the Trunk o th' Turkish Emperor Oh what a heape of thoughts are come to naught What a light weight is he unto sixe men who durst stand under Ossa and sustaine ' t Euren. My Lord these Meditations fit not you You are to take the honour he hath left and thinke you of his rising not his fall Enter Jacup Let your decree be suddaine here 's your Brother Baj. Brother I could have wished we might have met at times of better greeting Our father hath bequeath'd to the Grave these ashes to us his State Nor have we leysure yet to mourne for him Brother you know our state hath made a Law that he that sits in a Majestick Chayre must not endure the next succeeding heyre Jac. Yes we doe And Brother doe you thinke 't is crime enough to dye because I am sonne to an Emperour Scah. My Lord we know there breathes in him that ayre of true affestion that he doth much desire you should be equall in his Kingdome with him But still when two great evils are propos'd the lesse is to be chosen Euren. My Lord your life 's but one Kings are the threads whereto there are inweaved millions of lives and he that must rule all must still be one that is select from all Although we speake yet thinke them not our words But what the Land speakes in us Kings are free And must be impatient of equality Jac. And is' t eene so How have these Dogs fawn'd on me lickt my feet when Amurath yet lived Felt all my thoughts and soothed them to the sight of Empyrie And now the first would set their politique hands to strangle up that breath a blast of which their nostrils have suckt up like perfum'd ayre Well brother well by all men this is spoke that heart that cannot bow may yet be broke Bajazet Brother you must not now stand to upbraid They which doe feare the vulgars murmuring tongue Must also feare th' authority of a King For rulers must esteeme it happinesse that with their gov'rnment they can hate suppresse they with too faint a hand the Scepters sway Who regard love or what the people say To Kindred we must quite put off respect when 't is so neare it may our Crowne affect Jac. Then name of Brother doe I thus shake off for 't is in vaine their mercy to implore when impious Statists have decreed before Yet King although thou take my life away see how I le dye in better state then thou Who like my Father after his greatest glory May fall by some base hand The Minister 'To take my breath shall be thy selfe a King Here Jacup takes a Scarfe from his Arme and putting it about his neck gives one end to Bajazet Yet give me leave a while to Prophesie You that so Puppet-like delude your hopes and Wyer-draw the ancestry from Kings thinking that fates dare not aproach your bloud till they doe seize you then you leave this Earth Not as you went but by compulsion dragg'd Still begging for a morrow from your Grave and with such shifts you doe deceive your selves as if you could deceive mortality No Brother King not all the Glow-worme state which makes thee be a Horse-leach to thy bloud Not all the Parasitest ' Minions thou maintainst nor the restorative Dishes that are found out Not all thy shifts and trickes can cheat mortality or keepe thee from a death that 's worse then mine Should all this faile age would professe it selfe a slow but a sure Executioner O 't is a hard thing well to temperate decaying happinesse in great estate But this example by me may you gaine that at my death not of Heaven complaine Pull then and with my fall pull on thy selfe Mountaines of burdenous honor which shall curse thee Death leades the willing by the hand But spurs them headlong on that dare command Here himselfe pulls one end Bajazet the other Jacup dyes Bajazet Take up this Trunke and let us first appoint our Fathers and our Brothers Funerals the sense lesse body of that Caitiffe slave hurle to a Ditch Posterity shall heare Our lesse ill Chronicled but time shall heare these minutes rather then repeate their woe Now Primacy on thee I le mediate Which who enjoy thee are in blest estate Whose age in secure silence fleets away Without disturbance to his funeral day Nor ponderous nor unquiet honours can Vexe him but dyes a primare ancient man What greater powers threaten inferiour men a greater power threatens him agen And like to wasted Tapers Kings must spend their lives to light up others So all end Exeunt bearing out solemnely the bodies of Amurath and Jacup FINIS THE TRAGEDY OF ORESTES Written by THOMAS GOFF Master of Arts and student of Christ-Church in OXFORD AND Acted by the STUDENTS of the same house The second Edition LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. The Prologue THe hush'd contentment of two silent howres Breath pleasing ayres on these attentive eares And since wee see in this well furnish'd roome All our best neighbours are so kindely met Wee would devise some pleasing talke to spend The lazie houres of the tedious night But for our owne invention 't was too weake Whereon our young Muse durst not wholly leane We here present for the revive a tale Which once in Athens great Eurypedes In better phrase at such a meeting told The learn'd Athenians with much applause The same we will retell unto your eares Whose Atticke judgement is no lesse then theirs We here as builders which doe oft take stones From out old buildings then must hew and cut To make them square and fitting for a new So from an old foundation we have ta'n Stones ready squar'd for our aedifice Which if in pleasing our weake skill offends In making corners disproportionate Some roome too narrow or some loft to a high Yet we well hope if the whole structure fall Your hands like props will serve to beare up all Spoken by the Authour himselfe The Names of the Actors Agamemnon King of Greece Clytemnestra The Queene Tyndarus Clytemnestra's father Strophius Father to Pylades
top there should one spreading branch grow up and flourish Aegyst Now thou art thy self yes yes my love there shall one spring from us shall be a lofty Pine let this be cropt murder must murder guard guilt add to guilt after one drop whole streams of blood be spilt walks away Scen. 3. Enter Pylades Orestes Electra Strophius Pyl. Dear friend what mean you to o'rwhelm your self in such a sea of grief Orest Father deare Agamemnon Pyl. Nay cease this tempest thou hast lost a father why 't is but change my father shall be thine I 'll be thy brother nay I 'll be thy selfe weep when thou weep'st and where thou go'st I 'll goe and bring thee on thy pilgrimage of woe Elect. Brother look up have not I lost a father yes yes and would a river of fresh teares turne Lethes stream and bring him from the wharf with a North gale of windy blowing sighs I would expire my soul become all teares Stro. Come you have lost a father I a brother the Queen a Husband all the Land a King yet all this but a man therefore must dye Our woes may all be in one balance poys'd His book of life the Fates had over-read and turn'd the leafe where his last period stood Now an immortal wreath circles his brow and makes him King in heaven who was before at most a God on earth Hence difference springs Kings are earths Gods and Gods are heavenly Kings Orest Let us joyne words then now and Swan-like sing the doleful dirge to a departed King Thou friend didst of this misery divine therefore the burthen of the song is mine words Orators for woe which plead the cause when griefe 's the judge and sighs are all the laws each one a sob for Diapason beares our tunes shall drown the musick of the spheares O what Hirudo with unsatiate thirst could draw the blood from out those Princely veines from whence flow'd comfort to so many souls Spies his mother goes to her Mother when wept you last here take a scarf dry your eyes now by you need none what shine of comfort hath dry'd up your teares Clyt. Our son 's too sawcie with his mother Queen Why Sir shall you tell us a time to weep Orest Us good Who is' t makes the plurality 'T was wont to be my father does he live Clyt. Sir curb this lavish speech or I 'll forget you are my son and make you but a subject Aegyst Good Cousin add not disobedience unto your mothers griefs Orest My mother no she is not here no she hath hid her self in some odd nooke or angle unperceiv'd she might not see this impious stygian world Cly. Aegystus canst thou still suffer thy dull sword i' th sheath Take the rank head from this o'r-growing weed Stro. Remember Clytemnestra he 's your son Clyt. He is so and I 'll learn him to be so Had I a brazen bull it should be heat hotter then for the Tyrant Disobedient More harsh then Adders hisses is thy voyce Sir you shall dye but with a living death he still shall live but live to know he dies who strait threats death knows not to Tyranize Exeunt Aegystheus Clytemnestra Stro. What temper 's grown on the distracted Queen Hath grief conceiv'd for her late husbands death brought her so far she hath forgot her self Orest No Uncle no by I do suspect O my prophetick soul divines much ill Well I will flie But hear this stratagem it shall be rumor'd i' th eare of the Court I was found dead I 'll put a new shape on and live alone to heare how things go here Pyl. Nay not alone Orestes whilst I live shouldst make thy bed upon the rigid Alps or frozen Caucasus wrapt in sheets of snow I 'd freeze unto thy side we will tell tales of Trojan warriers and deposed Kings Tell of strange shipwrack of old Priams fall how mad Andromacha did teare her hayre when the wild horses tore brave Hectors limbs Wee 'l think they all do come and weep with us grief loves companions and it helpeth woe when it heares every one groane forth his Oh! it easeth much and our plaints fall more sweet when a whole consort in one tune do meet The half-dead ship-man which hath shipwrack borne seeing many drown'd it makes him lesse to mourn It made Deucalion care the lesse to die when he had all the world in company Thus we will sit and our teares turnes shall keep thou for thy father I for thee will weep If actors on the Stage having no cause but for to win an hearers hands applause can let fall teares wee 'l think we Actors be and only do but play griefs Tragedie Orest O but deare friend should we but act a part the play being ended passion left the heart and we should share of joy but my whole age must never move from off this woful Stage But we must take our leave Uncle farwel remember what I spake and Sister you must tarry here my thoughts shall busied be to finde the man that let my father blood Can I but finde Aegystheus did consent to spill one drop O I would pierce his heart with venom'd daggers and so butcher him that all Apollos skill in physicke hearbs nor Aesculapius th' Epidaurian God should keepe his soule out of Enio's hand Come my deare friend to all the rest farewell If heaven relate it not I 'll know 't from hell Exeunt Pylades Orestes Scena 4. Enter Aegysteus Clytemnestra Mysander Strophius Electra another way Aegyst What is Orestes fled sure there 's some plot if you deare Queen but search Electra well you 'll finde she knowes whither her brothers gone Clyt. If in her heart there be but lodg'd a thought unknown to mee this hand shall rip her brest and search her inparts but I 'll finde it out Mysander call Electra Aegist O were that moat tane from our comforts beams no cloud e'r then could overshade our joyes his life must be cut off without delay mischiefe by mischiefe findes the safest way But here 's Electra Cly. Why how now Minion what a blubbering still Huswife pray where 's your brother wher 's my sonne Elect. Mother pray where 's my father wher 's your husband Enter Stropheus and speaks Haile to my my gracious Queene here 's one at doore brings you a message hee will not relate to any but your selfe he saies t is sad Clyt. Why the more dismal the more welcome ' t is But as for you Elect. Good mother do your worst no plague can ever make me more accurst nothing is worse then death that I 'll not flie Clyt. Yes life is worse to those that faine would die But where 's the messenger Scena 5. Enter Nuncius What whirlwinde rising from the womb of earth doth raise huge Pelion unto Ossa's top that both being heapt I stand upon them both and with an hundred Stentor-drowning voice relate unto the world the saddest tale that ever burdned
the weak jaws of man Aegyst Why what portentous newes Amaze us not tell us what e'r it be Nun. Were my mind settled would the gellid feare that freeseth up my sense set free my speech I would unfold a tale which makes my heart throb in my intrals when I seem to see 't Clyt Relate it quickly hold 's not in suspence Nun. Upon the mount of yonder rising cliffe which th' earth hath made a bulwark for the sea whose pearelesse head is from the streams so high that whosoe'r looks down his brain will swim with a vertigo The space remov d so far the object from the eye that a tall ship seem'd a swift flying bird upon this top saw I two men making complaints to heaven one's voyce distinctly still cry'd Father King great Agamemnon whose diviner soul fled from thy corps exil'd by butchers hands his friend still sought to keepe his dying life with words of comfort that it should not rush too violently upon the hands of Fate He deafe as sea to which he made his plaints still cryed out Agamemnon I will come and find thy blessed soul where e'r it walk in what faire Temple of Elysium so e'r it be my soul shall find it out With that his friend knit him within his arms striving to hold him but when t was no boot they hand in hand thus plung'd into the maine strait they arose and striv'd me thought for life but swelling Neptune not regarding friends wrapt their embraced limbs in following waves Until at last their deare departing souls hastned to Styx and I no more could see Stro. O 't was Orestes 't was my Pylades which arm in arm did follow him to death Elect. O my Orestes O my dearest brother 'T is he 't is he that thus hath drown'd himself Aegyst Why then if Agamemnon and his son have brought their lease of life to the full end I am Thyestes son and the next heire to sit in Argos Throne of Majesty Thanks to our Alpheus sea who as 't'ad striv'd to gratifie Aegystheus rais'd his force and gathered all his waters to one place they might be deep enough to drown Orestes But come my Queen let us command a feast To get a kingdome who 'ld not think it good to swim unto it through a sea of blood Actus 3. Scena 1. Enter Tyndarus Misander Tynd. Our daughter sends for us how fares she well she mournes I 'm sure for her husbands death Mis My Lord she took it sadly at the first But time hath lessen'd it Tind I grief soon ends that flows in teares they still are womens friends But how is' t rumord now in Argos though that Agamemnon died Mis Why he was old and death thought best to seize on him at home Tynd. 'T was a long home he got by coming home Well well Misander I like not the course the peoples murmure makes my cheeks to blush Mis My gracious Lord who trusts their idle murmur must never let the blush go from his cheek They are like flags growing on muddy banks whose weak thin heads blown with one blast of winde they all will shake and bend themselves one way Great minds must not esteem what small tongues say All things in state must ever have this end the vulgar should both suffer and commend if not for love for feare great Majesty should do those things which vulgars dare not fee. Tynd. O Sir but those that do commend for feare do in their hearts a secret hatred beare Ever learn this the truest praise indeed must from the heart and not from words proceed I feare some soul play doth Aegystheus meane then totally for to invest himself in Agamemnons seate Where 's young Orestes Mis Why my Lord he for the great grief conceiv'd being young not knowing well to rule himselfe with sway of reason ranne upon his death and threw himselfe with my lord Strophius sonne into the midst of Alpheus so was drown'd Ty. How took my daughter that Mys Why wisely too and like her selfe not being in despaire her royal wombe will bring forth many more shall be as deare as e'r Orestes was Tynd. I feare heaven cannot look with equall eyes upon so many deaths but meanes to send plague after plague for in a wretched state one ill begets another dismal Fate But go and tell my daughter I will come and help to solemnize her nuptial night Her hasty wedding and the old Kings neglect makes my conjectural soul some ill suspect Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter Orestes and Pylades Orest If ever God lent any thing to earth whereby it seem'd to sympathize with heaven it is this sacred friendship Gordian knot which Kings nor Gods nor Fortune can undoe O what Horoscopus what constellation held in our birth so great an influence which one affection in two minds unites How hath my woe been thine my fatal ill hath still been parted and one share been thine Pyl. Why dearest friend suppose my case were thine and I had lost a father wouldst not thou in the like sort participate my grief Ores Yes witnesse heaven I would Pyl. So now thou hast lost a father Orest True Pylades thou putst me well in mind I have lost a father a dear dear father a King a brave old King a noble souldier and yet he was murdered O my forgetful soul Why should not I now draw my vengeful sword and strait-way sheath it in the murderers heart Minos should never have vacation whilst any of our progeny remain'd Well I will go and so massacre him I 'll teach him how to murder an old man a King my father and so dastardly to kill him in his bed Pyl. Alas Orestes Grief doth distract thee who is' t thou wilt kill Orest Why he or she or they that kill'd my father Pyl. I who are they Orest Nay I know not yet but I will know Pyl. Stay thy vengeful thoughts and since thus long we have estrang'd our selves from friends and parents let 's think why it is and why we had it noised in the Court we both were dead the cause was thy revenge that if by any secret private meanes we might but learn who 't was that drench'd their swords in thy deare fathers blood we then would rouze black Nemesis in flames from out her cave and she should be the umpire in this cause Mans soul is like a boistrous working sea swelling in billows for disdain of wrongs and tumbling up and down from day to day grows greater still in indignation turns male-content in pleaselesse melancholy spending her humours in dull passion still locking her senses in unclosed gins till by revenge she 's set at liberty Orest O now my thirsty soul expects full draughts of Ate's boyling cup O how twoul'd ease my heart to see a channel of his blood streaming from hence to hell that kill'd my father Pyl. I but deare friend thou must not let rage loose and like a furious Lion from whose den the
hadst rank'd the confus'd Chaos of all sins thou couldst not have found out a fault more black more stinking more infectious to my heart Art like my mother O transcendent crime Child Some say I 'm eyd like her but in the face I do resemble most the King my father Pyl. Poor babe Orest The King thy father yes too like them both Child Electra says I 'm somewhat like Orestes her brother that is dead Orest How like Orestes when didst see him child Child Indeed I never saw him but I love him Pyl. Alas dear friend see the pretty knave Ore Would thou wert not my mothers I could weep but see O see now my relenting heart must now grow flinty see my father see now to shew pity were impiety Enter Agamemnons ghost passing o're the stage all wounded Ghost Why flaggs revenge see thy now yeelding soul made me burst ope my strong jaw'd sepulcher and rip the seare-cloth from my wounded breast O can a child smile blanke the memory of all these horrid wounds that make me groan in the darke caverns of the uncoucht earth from whence I come for to infect thy soul with ayre of vengeance may make Acheron yea and our selves at the performance quake Fruit of our loynes first vigor of our youth look on these wounds as on the Gorgons head and turn thy heart to stone hovering revenge is falne into thy hands O grasp her close by her snake knotted front and make her do things may incite a horror to her self Forget all mother in that disloyal witch whose damned heate raging in strumpets blood so soon did condescend to murther me By all the rights of Father I conjure thee By Atreus Atreus he whose revengeful soul is eccho'd through the world superlative do thou make Nemesis as great a feast and be enthroniz'd in her fiery chaire in her triumphant chariot ever ride in which Beares hurry her from the womb of hell and bear this Title as thy deserved hire the brave revenger of thy murdred sire Think on me and revenge Exit Orest Stay stay and see 't stay Sprite thou strik'st no terror to my soul For unamaz'd I now would dare out-look ranks of Medusa's and the grim aspect of the most frowning object hell affords Think on me and revenge yes those two words shall serve as burthen unto all my acts I will revenge and then I 'll think on thee I 'll think on thee and then again revenge and stab and wound and still I 'll think on thee I have a dropsie now to suck up fumes and drink the reaking streams of vengeance fome Great Agamemnons Ghost I will bedew thy hearse with blood in stead of brinish tears and build a pile up of their murdered trunks to burn thy marrow-lesse consumed bones Arrows of forked lightening never flew more swiftly from the awful arms of Jove then Nemesis black Scorpions from me Pyl. 'T was a strange sight Ore I didst thou see 't friend all of those wounds will I stick in his brest Pyl. Alas one will be enough for him Orest I but she shall have more A while go by Pylades takes the child aside Were all the world their lives the world should die Now Tragedy fetch out thy crimson robes and buckle sure thy purple buskins on steep't ten grains deeper in their scarlet die this night shall give me now a deep carouse of Clytemnestrae's and Aegystheus blood and Cerberus himself stand by to pledge me whilest to hells fire I shall sacrifice three Hecatombs it doth the furies good when e'r we wet their Altars with such blood And now ye fiends of hell each take a place as 't were spectators at a first dayes play raise all the hellish winds to expel nature Great Goddesse give me leave now to forget all strains of duty all obedient thoughts die in me quite a mothers memory pious affections take no hold on me Be all my senses circled in with Fiends and let Erynnis hold her flaming brand to guide my murderous sword for all lights else vanish from out this Center be this room fraught so full of mischief may make the Fabrick crack and let no time now come into my thoughts but that dire night wherein my father dy'd I 'll only be a Doctor now in word each potion that I give shall be my sword But I must change Scena 8. Enter Aegystheus and Clytemnestra in their night-robes Aegyst O Doctor you are busie for our coming Orest My gracious Lord I had no cause to fail Orestes looking on the cups Clyt. Nay but is this fit time for physick Doctor Orest First Madam for the physick that I give now the diastal fabrick of your pulse shews all your passions most hysterical Pleaseth your Grace sit down on at each end o' th table Aegyst Yes must we sit sit there my Queen Orest Yes now is Saturn governour of nature in free conjunction with the planet Venus And just at this time Jupiter begat great Hercules Sol Luna Mercury in that Diameter now favour propagation and now will my Alexipharmacon stir the Analeptick veines and arteries If you out-live this night you 'll live to see a royal strange and Princely progeny Aegyst Think'st thou so Doctor Orest Think it nay I know 't Hem. Clyt. Surely he means to work rare Art upon us Aegy. Pray God thy physick take Ore Yes it shall take Hem. Pylades binds Clytemnestra to the chair Orestes Egystheus Pylades brings in the child Egy. Treason we are betraid Or. Nay t is your privat'st room View me wel mother ha do you know me yet Puts off his gown Here here 's the drugs my Art hath thought upon be pitilesse now Pylades be my friend Child O help me father else these men will kill me Egyst O my boy my boy Orest O ye 'r fast bound Yes he is thine thy face thy eyes thy heart and would I knew where Nature had couchd most of thy damnd blood I thus would let it out Stabs the child and thus 't should sprit in thy most loathed face Egy. O now the heavens rain vengeance on our heads Child O mother mother save me save me father Orest Hold Pylades be steadfast for by he wounds me that perswades me not to wound Clyt. O turn thy bloody weapon on my brest 't was this womb that brought forth this babe and thee If that be guilty I have made it so Rip up this place which first did bring thee forth 't is I intreat thee 't is thy mother she which gave thee hous-room here within this brest upon whose dugs thy infant lips did hang. Orest It was my father he intreated you who many a time had clipt you in his arms who made you Queen of Greece yes it was he good Agamemnon he did plead for life Egyst Bath not thy hands in a poor infants blood nor in thy mothers I deserve to die and yet remember how my doom sav'd thee how easily mercy did obtain her