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day of death to mee Thus earst to mee did say A charmed Oake and all the wood that range with yetling noyse Of Parnass hill the Temples shooke and thundred out this voyce The dead mans hand whom thou before hast slayne O Hercules shall murther thee agayne Thou hauing mot the space of gulph and grounde And deapth of hell heare shall thou bee confounde I therefore doe bewayle no more such should our ending bee That Hercles conquerde after him no man aliue may see Now let mee dye a manly death a stout and excellent And meete for mee this noble day shall valiauntly bee spent Fell all the Timber on the grounde hew down all OEta wood Let coales deuower Hercules let fyer fry his blould But ere I dye thou noble Impe of Peans royall race This dolefull duety doe for mee See that an whole day space My funerall fier flaming burne And now my tender Hill The last peticion of my mouth make vnto thee I will Among the captiue Ladies one there is a noble Dame Of royall bloud Euritus Chylde Iole is her name Accept her to thy spousall Bed whom victour I vnkind● Haue trayned from her natiue home and but my heart and mynde Poore silly mayde I gaue her nought and now shee shall mee lose Loe thus the wretched woman walles her still encreasing woes But let her foster that she hath conceaued as Ioues ally And childe to mee bee 't thyne by her that earst begot haue I And as for thee deare mother myne your dreary dole forgoe Your Hercules shall liue doe not vayne teares on him bestowe My manhoode made a strumpet thought a Stepdame vnto thee But if that eyther Hercles byrth shewe her vnsure to bee Or be a man my ster or els be falsified my kin Now let Ioues 〈◊〉 cease and let my mothers slaunder ●in I haue deserued a father well that haue aduaunst so hye The glory of the rolling heauens of nature tramde was I To worke the wondrous prayse of Ioue and Ioue him selfe doth Ioy To haue the name of Hercules begetting such a boy But pardon now my strayned teares but you as Ioue his niece Shall as a stately matrone bee among the Dames of Greece Though Iuno with the thunderer in spousall chamber lyes And in her heauenly hand doth weilde the scepter of the skies When euer bare shee such a Babe and yet though heauen she hould In heart agaynst a mortall man she fosters mallice oulde For spighte that borne of womans womb be counted thus I should Goe Tican goe run out thy Race thee onely I forsake I that went with thee foote by foote nowe to th' infernall lake And Ghostes I go yet with this prayse to 'th pit down will I passe That Hercules of open foe yet neuer foyled was But hee in open combats brought his conquests all to passe Chorus O Titan crownd with blas●ing bush whose morning moystures make The Moone her foamy bridell from her tyred teame to take Declare to 'th Easterlinges whereas the ruddy morne doth ryse Declare vnto the Irishmen aloofe at western Skies Make knowne vnto the Moores annoyed by flaming axentree Those that with the ysy Wayne of Archas pestred bee Display to these that Hercules to th' eternall ghostes is gone And to the bauling mastriffes den from whence returneth none With dusky dampe of filthy fog O Titan choake thy blaze With lowring light of wanny Globe on wofull wordlings gaze And let thy head bee muffled vp with cloudes and darknesse dim For Hercles sake when shall thou finde or where the like to him O wretched worlde to whom wilt thou henceforth thy woes cōplaine If any scattring pestilence on ear●h shall be renewde By uenom ranck from poyson mouth of scaly Dragon spewde If any Bore of Arcadie shall comber all a wood And teare the trauelers flesh with tuske embrewed in goary blood If any champion rough of Thrace with heart more hard in breast Then are the ysy rockes where as the frozen Beare doth rest Shall trample thicke his stables fowle with bloud of slaughterd men When people quake for feare of warre who shall assist them then If wrathfull Gods for vengeaunce will fo●he monsters to be bread Loe nowe enfebled all of force his Karkasse lyeth dead Whom Natures moulde had made a match to thūdring Ioue in strēgth Hale out alas and let your playnt be hearde to townes at length Let women beat their naked armes and wring their trembling handes Untrusse their hayre and from theyr locks pluck of their binding bands Boult vp and lock the Temple gates of Gods and ●ape bee none But despret Iunoes Chapple doares O Hercles thou art gone To Lethes lake and streame of Stix from whence no Keele agayne Shall bring thee backe O silly soule thou goest to remayne Among the grisely goblins grymme from whence thou whilom came With triumph sooner daunted death and conquest of the same With gastly face and karrayne armes and neck that yeeldes to waight Thy ghost returnes but Carons boate then shall not haue her fraight As balased with thy onely payse and yet shalt thou not byde Among the rascall sprites but sit on bench by Eacus side And with the Iudges twayne of Creete as Umpier there to bee Appoynting paynes to soules that maye to their desartes agree Frō slaughter hold your guiltlesse hands bath not your blades in bloud Yee states that beare high sayle on earth and floa●e in worldly good It merits prayse a mayden sword vndipt in goare to beare And while thou rayne to keepe thy realme from cruell doings cleare But vertue hath a pryuiledge to passe vnto the skies To 'th top of frosen Apell tree O Hercules wilt thou ryse Or where the sunne with scorching blaze his burning beames doth rest Or wilt thou bee a shyning starre amid the lukewarme west Where Calpe Rocke is heard with roaring noyse of wrastling waue What place amid the azur skye entendest thou to haue What place shall be in all the heauens from hurley burley free When Hercules amid the starres shall entertayned bee Let Ioue appoynt thy byding from the ougly Lion farre And burning Crab least thou with grysely countnaunce do thē skarre And make the trembling starres in heauen for feare to breake aray And Titan quake while spring doth prank with flowers the tender spray Then hasty winter strip the trees of all their braunches greene Or sudden Summer deckt with leaues in busshy woods be seene And from the trees the Apples fall the haruest being doone No age on earth shall wipe away the fame that thou hast woone As farre as Sun or Stars can shyne thy glorious name shall goe Amid the botome of the Sea first Corne shall sprout and grow And brackish Seas his waters salt to water fresh shall chaunge And fixed starre of ysy beare from Clime to Clyme shall raunge And sink into the frozen poole agaynst his kindly sway Ere people cease the honour of thy triumphes to display O soueraygne Ioue wee wretched wightes this

rather me to take in armes vpon me fall And yee O aydes of elders age yee litle infants all Mee clyp and coll about the necke this fowle attyre forsake And spare myne eyes that pity it and fresher vesture take Lyke myne to see and you with ioy the halfe of emperie Deere brother take the greater prayse shall come to mee thereby Our fathers seate to yelde to you and brother to relieue To haue a kingdome is but chaunce but vertue it to geeue Thy. A iust reward for such deserts the Gods O brother deare Repay to thee but on my head a regall crowne to weare My lothsome lyfe denyes and farre doth from the sceptor flee My hand vnhappy in the mydst let leefull be for mee Of men to lurke Atre. this kingdome can with twayne full well agree Thy. What euer is O brother yours I count it myne to bee Atr. Who would dame fortunes gifts refuse if shee him rayse to raigne Thy. The gyfts of hir eche man it wotes how soone they passe againe Atr. Yee me depryue of glory great except yee th' empyre take Thy. You haue your prayse in offring it and I it to forsake And full perswaded to refuse the kingdome am I still Atre. Except your part yee will susteine myne owne forsake I will Thy. I take it then and beare I will the name thereof alone The ryghts and armes as well as myne they shall be yours eche one Atre. The regall crowne as you beseemes vpon your head then take And I th' appoyncted sacrifice for Gods will now goe make Chorus WOulde any man it weene that cruell wight Atreus of mynde so impotent to see VVas soone astonied with his brothers sight Mo greater force then pietye may bee VVhere kynred is not lasteth euery threat VVhom true loue holdes it holdes eternally The vvrath but late vvith causes kyndled great All fauour brake and did to battayle cry VVhan horsemen did resounde one euery syde The swoordes eche vvhere then glystred more more VVhich raging Mars vvith often stroke did guide The fresher bloud to shed yet thyrsting sore But loue the sworde agaynst theyr vvills doth swage And them to peace perswads vvith hand in hand So sodeyne rest amid so great a rage VVhat God hath made throughout Mycenas land The harnesse clynkt but late of cyuill strife And for their babes did fearefull mother quake Her armed spouse to leese much fearde the vvyfe VVhen sworde vvas made the scabberde to forsake That now by rest vvith rust vvas ouergrowne Some to repayre the vvalles that did decay And some to strength the towres halfe ouerthrowne And some the gates vvith gyns of Yrne to stay Full busie vvere and dredfull vvatch by nyght From turret high did ouerlooke the towne VVorse is then warre it selfe the feare of fight Nowe are the threats of cruell sworde layde downe And nowe the rumour whists of battayles sowne The noyse of crooked trumpet silent lyes And quiet peace returnes to ioyfull towne So when the waxes of swelling surge aryse VVhyle Corus wynde the Brutian seas doth smight And Scylla soundes from hollowe Caues within And Shipmen are with wafting waues affright Charybdis casts that erst it had drunke in And Cyclops fierce his father yet doth dred In AEtna banke that feruent is with heates Least quenched be with waues that ouershed The fire that from eternall Fornace beates And poore Laërtes thinkes his kyngdomes all May drowned be and Ithaca doth quake If once the force of wyndes begin to fall The sea lyth downe more mylde then standing lake The deepe where Ships so vvyde full dredfull vvere To passe vvith sayles on eyther syde out spred Now fallne adowne the lesser Boate doth beare And leysure is to vewe the fyshes ded Euen there vvhere late vvith tempest bet vpon The shaken Cyclades vvere vvith Seas agast No state endures the payne and pleasure one To other yeldes and ioyes be soonest past One howre sets vp the thinges that lowest bee Hee that the crownes to prynces doth deuyde VVhom people please with bending of the knee And at whose becke theyr battayles lay aside The Meades and Indians eke to Phebus nye And Dakes that Parthyans doe with horsemen threat Him selfe yet holdes his Sceptors doubtfully And men of might he feares and chaunces great That eche estate may turne and doubtfull howre O yee vvhom lorde of lande and vvaters wyde Of Lyfe and death grauntes here to haue the powre Lay yee your proude and lofty lookes aside VVhat your inferiour feares of you amis That your superiour threats to you agayne To greater kyng eche kyng a subiect is VVhom dawne of day hath seene in pryde to raygne Hym ouerthrowne hath seene the euening late Let none reioyce to much that good hath got Let none dispayre of best in vvorst estate For Clotho myngles all and suffreth not Fortune to stande but Fates about doth driue Such friendship finde wyth Gods yet no man myght That he the morowe might be sure to lyue The God our things all tost and turned quight Rolles with a whyrle wynde THE FOVRTHE ACTE Messenger Chorus WHat whirlwynde may me headlong dryue and vp in ayre mee fling And wrap in darkest cloude whereby it might so heynous thing Take from myne eyes O wicked house that euen of Pelops ought And Tantalus abhorred bee Ch. what new thing hast thou brought Me. What lande is this lythe Sparta here and Argos that hath bred So wicked brethern and the ground of Corinth lying spred Betweene the seas or Ister else where woont to take their flight Are people wylde or that which woonts with snowe to shyne so bright Hircana lande or els doe here the wandring Scythians dwell Ch. What monstrous mischiefe is this place then guilty of that tell And this declare to vs at large what euer be the ill Me. If once my mynde may stay it selfe and quaking limmes I will But yet of such a cruell deede before myne eyes the feare And Image walkes yee raging stormes now far from hence me beare And to that place me driue to which now driuen is the day Thus drawen from hence Ch. Our myndes yee holde yet still in doubt full stay Tell what it is yee so abhorre The author thereof showe I aske not who but which of them that quickly let vs know Me. In Pelops Turret high a part there is of Pallece wyde That towarde the south erected leanes of which the vtter syde With equall top to mountayne standes and on the City lies And people proude agaynst theyr prynce if once the traytors rise Hath vnderneath his batiring stroke there shynes the place in sight Where woont the people to frequent whose golden beames so bright The noble spotted pillers gray of marble doe supporte Within this place well knowen to men where they so ost resorte To many other roomes about the noble court doth goe The priuie Palaice vnderlieth in secret place alos With ditch ful deepe that doth enclose the wood of priuiter And hidden parts of kyngdome

Marchaūts vvhych suffer no mens doings almost to scape vndefiled In fine I beseech all to gether if so it might be to beare vvith my rudenes consider the grosenes of our owne Countrey language which cā by no meanes aspire to the high lofty Latinists stile Myne onely entent vvas to exhorte men to embrace Vertue and shun Vyce according to that of the right famous excellent Poet Virgil Discite iusticiam moniti non temnere diuos This obtayned I hold my selfe throughly cōtented In the meane season I ende wishing all men to shun Sin the plaine but most perilous pathway to perfect infelicity The Speakers names OEdipus Choru● Tiresias Sanex Iocasta Creon Manto Phorbas Nuntius THE FIRST ACTE OEDIPVS the King IOCASTA the Queene THe Night is gon and dredfull day begins at length t' appeere And Phoebus all bedim'de with Clowdes himselfe aloft doth reere And glyding forth with deadly hue a dolefull blase in Skies Doth beare Great terror dismay to the beholders Eyes Now shall the houses voyde bee seene with Plague deuoured quight And slaughter that the night hath made shall day bring forth to light Doth any man in Princely throne reioyce O brittle Ioy How many ills how fayre a Face and yet how much annoy In thee doth lurke and hidden lies what heapes of endles strife They iudge amisse that deeme the Prince to haue the happy life For as the Mountaynes huge and bie the blustring windes withstand And craggy Rocks the belching fluds do dash and driue fro land Though that the Seas in quiet are and calme on euery side So kingdoms great all Windes and Waues of Fortune must abide How well shund I my Father deare Polybius Scepters late Exil'de bereft of carefull feare in Pilgrims happy state I call the Gods to witnes this and Stars that glyde in Skyes A Kingdome is befauln to mee I frare least thereof ryse A mischiefe mighty Ioue to great I feare alas I feare Least these my handes haue reft the life or thee my Father deare Apollo byds mee this beware and yet a mischiefe more Foretels IOC. Can any greater bee than that you tolde before Of Father slayne by sonnes own hand OE. O thrice vnhappy state With horror all dismaide I stand in dred of threatned fate I am ashamed my destinies fowle O Queene to thunder out And openly to blase my feare my trembling minde doth dout Yet out it goes Phoebus me bids my Mothers Bed to fly As though that I her Sonne with her incestuously should ly This feare and onely this me causde my fathers kingdome great For to forsake I fled not thence when feare the minde doth beat The restlesse thought still dreds the thing it knows can neuer chaunce Such fansies now torment my heart my safety to aduaunce And eke thyne euer sacred lawes O Nature for to keepe A stately Scepter I forsooke yet secret feare doth creepe Within my breast and frets it still with doubt and discontent And inward pangues which secretly my thoughts a sunder rent So though no cause of dred I see yet feare and dred I all And scant in credit with my selfe my thoughts my minde appall That I cannot perswaded be though reason tell mee no But that the Web is weauing still of my decreed wo For what should I suppose the cause a Plague that is so generall And Cadmus country wholy spoyles and spreds it selfe through all Should mee amongest so huge a heape of plagued Bodies spare And we alone amongst the rest reserude to mischiefes are O heauy hap And bide I stil alone the spoyle to see Of Cities great of men of beasts by plague that wasted bee And thou amongst so many ils a happy lyfe to lead Couldst once perswade thy selfe O wretch without all feare or dread Of Phoebus secret Iudgements to and that in Kinges estate Thou thou infected hast the ayre in such a filthy rate Thou art the onely cause of woe by thee these euils rise By thee to graue on such a sorte this wretched people plies The firy flaming frying heate afflicted hearts that wasts Is not relieude as wont it was by cold and pleasaunt blasts The gentle western windes haue left with healthfull puffes to blow And now the fiery Dog with blase of boyling heate doth glow The Sunne in Leo burns so hoate and so the earth doth broyle That fluds and hearbes are dryed vp and nought remaynes but soyle So throughly schorcht and stued with heate that moisture all is gone And now amongst so many fluds remaynes alas not one The places dry are onely seene the streames are drunken vp And water that doth yet remayne the soaking Earth doth sup The Moone with clowds quight over cast all sadly forth she glides And dolefull darksom shades of night the whole worlde ouer hides No Star on high at all doth shine but black and heli●ke hue Hath ouershaded all the Skyes whence deadly mists ensue The corne that wonted was to growe and fruitfully to spring Now to the voyded Barnes nought els but empty stalkes doth bring No part of all our kingdome is free from destruction But all together run and rush to vtter confusion The old men with the yong alas the Father with the chylde The plague consumes Both man wife all beasts both tame wylde Are spoyled by the Pestilence No pompe at all remaynes That wonted was in Funeralles to ease the mourners paynes Alas this spoile of people made by plague hath dryde myne eyes And secretly within my breast the griefe it boyling fryes And that that wonted is to hap in most extremest ills My tearees are dry and glutting griefe my wretched breast it fills The crased father beares the son vnto theyr dampish graues And after him with burden like the Mother comes and raues And euen lamenting as they stand 〈…〉 both they fall And mourners new in like estate for them and theirs they call Who likewise in the midst of all their toyle and paynfull payne Do drop into the graue they digd and so the place doe gayne That was prepar'de for others erst A hell it were to heere The horror and the miseries that euery where appeere A Tombe is made for noble men fast on the people die And in their burdens fling Great Pieres all vnregarded lye For lack of Graues to Ashes cleane their bodyes some doe wast And some halfe burnt doe leaue them there and home away for hast They run more they fetch and then wood fier graue and all Doth want And downe for very griefe the wretched mysers fall No prayers auaile No Arte can help this raging Plague t' appease For none almost is left aliue each others woe to ease Before thine aulters heere O God my feeble hands I hold Requiring all my destinies at once with courage bold And that by death I may preuent my Countrey prest to fall For this and only this O God vpon thy name I call Let mee not be the last that dies The last that goes to

he doth feare Cr. Great cause makes mee my Princes death conceale and closly beare Oed. Ought any cause of feare or griefe the duty for to let Cre. The threatning of the prophesyes do stil my breast beset Oe. Let vs sith God cōmaunds forthwith some good attonement make If any way or meanes there be their wrathful rage to slake Thou God that sits on seate on high and al the world dost guide And thou by whose commaundement the Starres in Skies do glide Thou thou that onely ruler art of Seas of Floods and all On thee and on thy Godhead great for these requestes I call Who so hath slayne king Laius oh Ioue I do thee pray Let thousand ils vpon him fall before his dying day Let him no health ne comfort haue but al to crusht with cares Consume his wretched yeares in griefe though that death him spares Awhyle Yet mischiefes all at length vppon him light With all the euils vnder Sun that vgly monster smight In exile let him liue a Slaue the rated course of life In shame in care in penury in daunger and in strife Let no man on him pity take let all men him reuyle Let him his Mothers sacred Bed incestuously defyle Lim him his father kill And yet let him do mischiefes more What thing more haynous can I wish then that I wisht before Let him do all those illes I say that I haue shund and past All those and more if more may be oh God vpon him cast Let him no hope of pardon haue but sue and all in vayne All hellish Furies on him light for to encrease his payne O Ioue powre downe thy fury greate thy thūdring thumpes out throw Let Boreas boysterous blastes and stormy plagues vpon him blow Consume him quight Fret out his guttes with pockes and botches vile Let all diseases on him light that wretched bodyes fyle Let these and more if more may be vppon that Monster fall Let Harpies pawes and greedy paunche deuoure his members all Let no man him regard or seeke his limmes in grade to lay But let him dye ten thousand deathes before his dying day By this my Kingdome I do sweare and Kingdome that I left By al my Countrey Gods that bene in Temples closely kept I sweare I vow I do protest and thereto witnes take The Starres the Seas the Earth and all that ere thy hand did make Except that I my selfe forthwith this bloudy monster find To wreake the wrath of God some way with solempne oth I bynde And so my father Polybius his happy dayes out lyue And so my mother Merope no mariage new contriue As he shall dye that did this deede and none shal him excuse Whoso he be here I protest for that he shortly rues But where this wicked deede was don Creon now tell me playne Both by what meanes where and how Ring Laius was slayne Creon Passing through Castalia woods mountayns heapt with snoe Where groues and scrubs and bushes thicke brambles sharp do groe A threepathd crooked way there is that diuersly doth goe One vnto Bacchus citty bends that Phoce doth hight The other to Olenius forth stretcheth out aright The third that reacheth through the vales and by the riuers lyes Tends downe vnto the Bancks wherby Eleia water plyes There vnawares O piteous chaunce a troup of theues entraps The noble prince and murders him hence spring these great mishaps which heape you realms with hideous woes and plagues on euery side By iust decree of heauenly powers which can no murder bide But see Tiresias where he coms with old and trembling pace I thincke Apolloes heauenly might haue brought him to this place See where he comes and Manto too his steps directing stayes T is he who for your grace O king and for your countrie prayes THE SECOND ACTE THE SECOND SCENE OEDIPVS TYRESIAS MANTO COme holy priest to Phoebus next these doubtfull aunswers lose And whom that destnies will to dye Straightwayes to me disclose TY. Renowmed Prince though still I stand in silence dūme dismayde And though by inwarde feare of mynde my lingring tonge is stayde Yet pardon me O noble Prince and geue me leaue a while From lack of sight springs Ignoraunce which powre hath to exile Vnspotted Truth frō doubtfull breasts This thing ful well you knoes But whither God and Countrey calles with willing minde I goe Let deadly fatall destentes be boulted out at length O King if I of greener yeares had now my wonted strength This matter soone discust should be and I would take in hande My selfe in presence of the Gods in temple for to stande A mighty Oxe all coulourd white vp on the Aulters reare Which neuer yet on weried necke the croked yoake did beare And Manto thou O daughter mine mine onely prop and stay The secret hidden misteries and sacred signes out say M A. The beast before the Aulter stands T Y. To Gods a prayer make And on the holy Aulters cke some pleasaunt odors shake M A. T is done And all the fiers fierce with incence bright doe flame T Y. O Manto now what signes seest thou how doe thy matters frame What doth the fire the Sacrifice encompas rounde about MA. Not so But first it mounts aloft and streight it flasheth out TY. Well Yet how doth the sacred flame all shining bright and cleare It selfe on high vnto the Skies with sparkelting flakes vpreare Or doth it oft rebounding backe it selfe from Skyes vnfould Or all with rumbling roring noyse about the place i st rould Or dim'd with smoke i st tost from place to place now heere now theare MA. Not one But diuerse colours mixt the flame doth with it beare Much like vnto the Rainbow which with sundry paynted hues Foreshewes vnto the husbandmen the weather that ensues What colour it wants or what it hath to me is like vncertayne Now is it black now blue now red and euen now agayne Quight out it is Yet once agayn all fierce it flashing flames But lo yet mischiefs more then this vnluckely it frames The fier quight a sunder parts and flame with flame doth fight O father I abhorre to see this vgly lothsome sight The Wyne to blud is turned quight and all the Prynces hed With thicke black clouds encōpast is with smoke all ouerspred O father tell what this portends TY. What should I tell alas My mynde for feare astonied stands and trembling cold doth pas Through all my lims What shall I say or where shall I begin O cruell Plagues O wrekfull Gods O vengeaūce due for sin Some dyre and blouddy deed Alas these hydeous signes declare What 's that the Gods would haue reuealde and yet doe bid beware To vtter it By certaine signes their wrath is oft descride Such signes appeere and yet they seeme their fury great to hide They are ashamde I wot nere what Come hither quickly bring Some salt with thee and it vpon the sacrifice goe fling What are their lookes pleasant and