CLYTEMNESTRA

When Paris First arrived there, Where as dame Venus worship is: And bloustringe fame abroad did bear, His lyueley fame she did not mys. To Helena for to repair, Her for to tell: Of praise and shape so trim and fair, That did exzell. And eke as Paris did desyear, Fair Helena for to possess: Her heart inflamed with like fyear, Of Paris love despiard no less, And found occasion him to meet, In Cytheron. Where each of them the other did great, The feast upon. King Pria's. son loved not so soar, The gretian dame they brother's wife: But she his person esteemed more, Not for his sake saving her life. Which caused her people to be slain, With him to fly, And he requite her love a gain, Most faithfully. And as she loved him best while life, Did last so tend I you to do: If that devoid of war and strife, The Gods shall please to grant us to, Syeth you voutsafest me for to take, Oh my good knight: And me thy lady for to make, My hearts delyghte. Fear nought at all Egistus mine, no hourt it does pretend, But lo me thinks a messenger, to us heather does weened. Welcome good messenger what newese, I pray the with the is Ah sir is he come in deed, he is wellcom by this day, Egistus now in south w to speed, from hence take you your way. In to our realm and take up men, our tyghtull to defend, Till your return this City I, to keep do sure intend. For all his strength he shall not get, to entter once hear in, The walls be strong and for his force, I sure set not a pin. Farewell Egistus and in south, I Straight will do the same. This City here against him, and his I will defend, By him and his tell him in south, we do not set a pin. A lack what heaps of mischiefs great, me selly wight torment. Now is the time falune me upon, which I thought to prevent Yet best I seek my life to save, perhaps he will me here, A lack revengement he doth crave, for slaying his father dear. If aney spark of mother's blood, remained within thy breast, O gracious child let now thine ears, unto my words be pressed Pardon I crave Horestes mine, save now my corpses from ̄ death Let no man say that thou wast cause, I yielded up my breath, I have offended I do confess, yet save my life I pray, And to they mother this request, oh knight do not denay. Ah heauey fate would God I had, in tormoyle great been slain Sith nothing can Horestes hands, from ̄ shedding blood restrain Yet hope I that he will me grant, my life that I should have. Have mercy son & quite remit, this fault of mine I pray, Be merciful Horestes mine, and do not me denay. Consider that in me thou hadst, they hewmayne shape continued ̄ posid That thou shouldst slay thy mother son, let it not be disclosed, Spare to pierce her heart with sword, call eke unto thy mind, Edyppus fate and as Nero, show not thy self kind. A lack a lack w to draw thy hand, my son from shedding blood. Knee do wne. If ever aney pity was, of mother plant in the, Let it appear Horestes mine, and show it unto me. what wouldst thou have harald declare, what hast thou her to do