GORLOIS

SInce thus through channels black of Limbo lake, And deep infernal flood of Stygian pool, The ghastly Caron's boat transported back Thy ghost, from Pluto's pits and glowming shades, To former light once lost by Destinies doom: Where proud Pendragon broylde with shameful lust, Dispoylde Thee erst of wife, of land, and life: Now (Gorlois) work thy wish, cast here thy gaul, Glut on revenge: thy wrath abhors delays. What though (beside Pendragons poisoned end) The vile reproach he wrought thee by thy phere, Through deep increase of crimes alike is plagued? And that the shame thou sufferdst for his lustest, Reboundeth back, and stifeleth in his stock? Yet is not mischief's measure all fulfilde, Nor wreak sufficient wrought: Thy murdered corpse And Dukedom reft, for heavier vengeance cries. Come therefore blooms of settled mischiefs root, Come each thing else, what fury can invent, Wreak all at once, infect the air with plagues, Till bad to worse, till worse to worst be turned. Let mischiefs know no mean, nor plagues and end. Let offsprings sin exceéde the former stock: Let none have time to hate his former fault, But still with fresh supply let punished crime Increase, till time it make a complete sin. Go to: some fact, which no age shall allow, Nor yet conceal: some fact must needs be darde, That for thy horror great and outrage fell Thereof, may well beseem Pendragons brood. And first, while Arthurs navies homeward flott Triumphantly bedecked with Roman spoils: Let Guenouer express what frantic moods Distract a wife, when wronging wedlock's rights, Both fond and fell, she loves and loathes at once. Let deep despair pursue, till loathing life Her hateful head in cowl and cloister lurk. Let traitorous Mordred keep his sire from shore. Let Bryttaine rest a pray for foreign powers Let sword and fire still fed with mutual strife Turn all the Kings to ghosts, let civil wars And discord swell till all the realm be torn. Even in that soil whereof my self was Duke, Where first my spouse Igerna brake her vow, Where this ungracious offspring was In Cornwell, there, let Mordred's Let Arthurs fatal wound bewray the wrong, The murder vile, the rape of wife and weal, Wherewith their sire incensed both Gods and man: Thus, thus Pendragons seed so sown and reapte, Thus cursed imps, ill born, and worse consumed, Shall render joust revenge for parents crimes, And penance endue t'asswadge my swelling w ath. The while Oh Cassiopaea gempright sign, Most sacred sighed, and sweet Celestial star, This Clymat's joy, placed in imperial throne With fragrant Olive branch portending peace: And whosoever beside you heavenly powers (Her stately train with influence divine, And mild aspect all prove to Bryttaine good) Foreseé what present plagues do threat this Isle: Prevent not this my w eake. For you their rest's A happier age a thousand years to come: And age for peace, religion, wealth, and ase, When all the world shall wonder at your bliss: That, that is yours. Leave this to Gorlois ghost. And see where com's one engine of my hate. With moods and manners fit for my revenge. Exit. NOW Gorlois suage thy self. Pride hath his pay: Murder his price: Adultery his desert: Treason his meéde: Disloyalty his doom: Wrong hath his wreak: and Gilded his guerdon bear . Not one abuse erst offered by thy foes But since most sternly punished, is now purged. Where thou didst fallen, even on the self same soil Pendragon, Arthur, Mordred, and their stock, Found all their foils: not one hath S apt revenge: Their line from first to last quite razed out. Now rest content, and work no further plagues: Let future age be freé from Gorlois Ghost. Let Britain henceforth both in endless weal. Let Virgo come from Heaven, the glorious Star: The Zodiac's joy: the Planets chief delight: The hope of all the year: the ease of Skies: The Airs relief, the comfort of the Earth. That virtuous Virgo born for Britons bli : That pierelesse branch of Brutus : that sweet remain Of Priam's state: that hope of springing Troy : Which time to come, and many ages hence Shall of all wars compound eternal peace, Let her reduce the golden age again, Religion, ease, and wealth of former world. Yea, let that Virgo come and Saturn's reign, And years oft ten times told expire in peace. A Rule, that else no Realm shall ever find, A Rule most rare, unheard, unseen, unread, The sole example that the world affords. That (Britain) that Renown, yea that is thine. B'it so: my wrath is wrought. You furies black And ugly shapes, that houle in holes beneath: Thou Orous dark, and deep Avernas nook, With duskish dens out gnawn in gulfs below, Receive your ghastly charge, Duke Gorlois Ghost: Make room: I gladly thus revenged return. And though your pain surpass I greet them that : He hates each other Heaven, that haunteth Hell.