HYLLUS

Unto the royal temples of dame Juno's triumph High These will allow the sanctuary though other it deny Thou dost not languish all alone for Hercules yes dead: For whom the eyes of all the world have cause their tears to shed. Count not thy fate allotted thee alone: now all our kind Do howl and mourn for him whom thou beway lest in thy mind, Thou sufferest grief, the smart whereof belongs to every land Although the Sour ast thereof first happen to thy would de Thou careful caitiff dost not wail for Hercules alone. The silly woman was more woe then you that bide the smart. You will release some partly hereof for pity in your heart. For grief of you with her own hand, alas her self she slew Thus more then you do ask of her, she does her doing rew Yet is it not your Wife's misdeed that brought you to this plighted. No nor my mother's traitorous hand hath wrought this deep deceit. This treason Nessus did contrive whom ye did pay his hire, With arrow shot into his Ribs for rape of Deianire. Thus father with the Centaur's blood your shyrt was soar embrewde. At Nessus hand the vengeance of your deed thus have ye rewde. O mother, Oh that diamond of the world that pillar post Whom fate as Jove's lieutenant hear have placed for the nonce Is dead: and Nessus burning bane deuouers Hercles bones The daunter of the brutish beasts he conquering knight before Is conquered now: he mourns, he walls, what ask you any more Death whom in his own empire he had conquered before, Did shrink from him and fate durst not allow a deed so soar, And Clotho she perhaps put out her rock with trembling arm As one that hastening Hercles death, did fear to do such harm, Oh day, Oh dismal day, and shall even Hercules the great Pass thus to death, and silent shades and to a worse seat Euboea that does rise, With haughty crest rings every where, and Caphar rock likewise Deuydeth Hellespontus sea and turns that side to south, Whereas it bides the boysteous blasts of Boreas wyndy mouth: Euripus bends his wandering stream and winds in creaks about His crooked course seuentymes and does as often break it out: While Phœbus drenched his wecye term amid the Western wave (Here on a rock above the reach of clouds a temple brave) Of Caenaei Jove show bright while all the beasts for sacrifice At alter stood, and through the wood the noise began to rise, Of all the heard: then of he put he matterd Lyons case, And likewise did discharge him of his huge and heavy mace A worser eased his shoulder from the burden of his quiver light. Then tucked in your attire he shone among the people bright With ugly locks, and on the altar made the fire flame Receive (quoth he) these fruits (Oh sire) though fire send the same And not the harvest Sith: but let with frankincense good store The fire burn that far the rich Arabyan therefore Does gather out of Saba trees for Phœbus sacrifice The earth (quoth he) is now at peace, so be both sea and skies All beasts be conquered, and I am victor come again. Lay down thy lightning leams (Oh Jove) in fear thou need not reign In midst of his prayers thus whereat I was aghast, He fell to sighs and grievous groans, and all the skies at last With dreadful crying loud he fills Even as the brainsick bull. When with the axe in wound he escapes does fill the temples full Of roaring noise. Or as the thunder thrown from heaven does rumble in the skies, Even so the seas and stars of heaven does Hercles shake with cries Both Calpe clyue, and Cyclas isle well hard his yelling have, Here Caphat rocks there all the woods thereof and Echo gave. We saw him weep, the people thought his former franucke fyttes Had now again as erst they did bereave him of his with tes His servants scatter then for fecare, while he with flaming eyes, All staring stands with tleaming looks among them all he pries For Lyca: him alone he does pursue, who in his arm With trembling hand the altar held and escaped all the harm, By dying first for fainting fear, and while Alcyde held The quaking Carcase in his hand thou shalt (quoth he) be quelled And beaten with this fist of mine, Oh Gods eternal reign Wretch Licas kills Hercules, and hath his conqueror slain, But oh another slaughter yet: for Hercules again Kills Lyca's: thus the sacrifice of Gods with blood they stain, With Lyca's thus his labours and thrown up to heaven they say, That with his dropping blood the clouds he stained all the way. Even as the pitched dart of Get with pith does score the skies, Or as the whirling sting of Crete does make the p ller rise: So swift he mounted up to heaven, but down his body dropte, And as his Carcase fell, among the rocks his neck it chopped. The graven prepared for their corpse (quoth Hercules ) bestill, I am no brainsteke frantic man, but lo this defpret ill More noylome is theu rage or wrath, it caleth much my will To wreck my rage upon my self, his malady he scant Bewryes: but fareth frantt kly: and he himself does rend His limbs, and ryflyng them, with mighty hand a sunder tears, And strives to strip him self of all apparel that he wears, And only this was it, of all the things that I do know, That passed the power of Hercules yet stands he pulling so And plucketh of his limbs withal the vesture does not linne To bring of lumps of filthy flesh the shyrt sticks to the skyne But what should ail the poy on rank none knoweth what, nor Why And yet there is good cause it er of: now groveling does he lie And beats his face against the ground to water now he hies, But water cannot cool his heat, and now to shore he plies. And for his sucoure seckes to seas, at lengri, his men him calth We holding him (alas the whilst were able him to match Now in a keel amid the seas we launched were aloof, And Hercles payse was hosted with a little southern puff My Ghost then left my careful coarse and darkness dimmed my sighed Why stay I wretch? why does this dreary deed make me affright. Her coapefellow dame Juno does reclaim, and Jove his son, The world must render him then do as much as may be done, And boar my body with a sword such Sour sauce is Due To her, whose cursed caitiff hand her love so lightly slew. Oh Jove with fire and lightning flash destroy thy wretched Niece. Let not thy mighty hand be armed with a slender piece. Let braced the boult from skies wherewith thou wouldst Hydra burn. If Hercles had not been thy son thereof to serve the turn Strike me with v couth pestilence, and with such weapon smite, As may be far more irksome plague then all my stepdame's spite. Driven forth those deadly darts that erst young Phaëthon overthrew When be full crancke in firy cart, about the heavens flew: For thus by slaying Hercules, eake Nations slain I have What need thou Deianire of Gods a tool of death to crave. Now trouble not thy stepster Jove, think scorn may Hercles wife To wish for death, for to her heart her hand shall set the knife Dispatch then quickly with the blade, yet let thy blade alone, For who with weapon ends their life 'tis long ere they be gone I will be headlong hurled from a rock as High as skies. The Oetam hill this shall be it, where first the son does rise, Thence will I throw my body down, the edge of brasten rock Shall cleave my corpse, and every crag shall give a broosing knock. My hand shall hang torn by the way the rugged mountain side Shall with the gushing bubbles of my dropping blood be died On death w re vengeance small, though small yet may it be delayde. What despret death I should attempt it makes my heart dismayed: Alas, alas that Hercles sword within my chamber stuck Then well were I if for to die on that it were my luck. It is enough if one right hand do bring us both to graven. Come near, come near ye Nations, now let all people have In readiness, both stone and fire the same to throw at me, Now hold your hands, and take ye to your tools for I am she That of your succour spoiled you now cruel Kaysars may All uncontrolled tyrantlike, in kingdoms weilde the sway, Now every mischief may start up, and not rebuked be. The alters now shall up again that wonted wers to see A bloody offering Like him self in kind that offer should. Thus have I made the guilty gap to let in bloodshed bold I render you to tyrants kings, bugs, beasts, and grisly devils. By taking him away that should revenge you of these evils. Oh spouse thou of the thunderer and can you yet forbear Wilt thou not fling thy flames from heaven as did thy brother deer? Dispatch me hence sent up to Jove, wilt thou not me destroy The greatest praise that thou might win then shall thou not enjoy Nor lusty triumph: I am she that bear the name to be The daughter of the man that would in prowess caape with thee. I pray you mother spare your self, forgive your fatal lot, If you offend of ygnoraunce, then blame deserve ye not Away she runs aghast: aye me, she hath fullylde her mind, For purposed she was to die and now remains my will For to prevent her that by force her self she shall not kill Oh mice rabble pretty, if I my mother ave. I sim a gainst my father then, but if unto the graven I let h r go, then towards her a trespass soul there lies. And to hus (alas) on either side great mischief does aries, And needs her purpose must be stayed I'll High and take in hand To stop her despret enterprise and mischiefy to withstand. Forbear Oh Sire thy hateful threats, she hath it, all is passed. The vengeance that you seek on her already hath her sped. With wound received at your hand my mother lies dead