NATURE

Nay stey my child from ̄ mother's blood w to draw thy bloody would ̄ worser stand up. Consider first horestes mine, what pain for the she took, I do confess awycked fact, it was this is most plain, Not w to standi ̄ g from ̄ mother's blood, thou must thy would ̄ ds refrain Canst thou a lack vnhappey wight, consent revenged to be, On her whose paps before this time, hath given foud to the In whom I nature for mid the, as best I thought it good, O now requite her for her pain, w to draw thy would ̄ ds from ̄ blood The cruel beasts y e rau ̄ g in fields whose iause to blood ar whet Do not consent their mother's paunch, in cruel wise to eat The tiger fierce does not desiare, the ruin of his kind, And shall dame nature now in the, such tyraney once find As not the cruel bests vouchsafe, to do in aney case, Leave now I say Horestes mine, & to my words give place. Lest that of men this fact of thine, may judged for to be: Ne law in south, ne iustys eke, but cruel tyraney. If nature cannot bridle the, remember the decay, Of those which hereto before in south, their pare ̄ ts sought to slay oedippus fate, caull thou to mind, that slew his father so, And eke remember now what fame, of him a broad does go. For to lament this heauey fate, I cannot other do. A lack a lack that once my child, should now consent unto: His mother's death wherefore farewell, I can no longer stey. Go out.