MEDEA

Small is the gripe of grief that can to reasons lore obey, And sneking down with stealing steps can slyly slip away. But they that thoroughly soused are with showers of greater pain, Can not digest such corsies sharp, but cast it up agaye: Fain would I give them trouncing girds. The valiant heart dame Fortune yet durst never harm w to wro ̄ g, But dreading dastards down she drives. The show of sturdy valiaut heart, at any time does shine. He that hath none affiance left, nor any hope at all. Yet let him not mistrust the luck of ought that may befall. Medea yet is left, (to much) and here thou mayest espy The Seas to succour us in flight, and lands aloof that lie: Yea pron tools, with burning brands we have to work them woe, And Gods that with the thunder dint shall overquell our foe: My Father was a King, yet I betrayed his Fleece of gold. No, though such grisly Lads they were, as whilom did appear, That bred of gargell Dragous teeth in hollow gaping ground, When mutually in bloody fight eke other did confound. Woe worth the time that once I fled. Ye see by whom, and how, A wretched Mother I am made. Nay, fly I will, but vengeance first isle have. Perhaps isle make his continued ̄ ming short. Full well may Fortune's welting wheel to begging bring my state, As for my worthy courage, that she, never shall abate. Who bowncing at the Gates, does cause the creaking doors to Jar? It is the wretch ( Creon his self,) whom princely power far Hath lift aloft, with lordly look, puffed up with pouncing pride, That he may Corinth country, with the sway of Sceptre guide. My sovereign liege, what greater crime have I or less offence Commit against thy majesty, to be ex led hence? If thou be Judge indifferent, ordaynde my cause to try, Consider then my doubtful case, and weigh the ground of it: If thou be king, continued ̄ maund a Judge for such a matter fit. Full gladly will I get me home, if he that brought me thence, Vouchsafe to bear me back again. He that not hearing either partly, pronounceth his decree, Unrighteous man accounted is, though right his sentence be. That type of Regal majesty, that erst by Fortune's hand, Advanced to I did attain, hath taught me understand, How hard a thing it is of wrath the rigour to assuage, When burning heat of boiling breast in flames begins to rage. Eke for th'aduan ̄ cement of their power more to display in sighed Their kingly courage bolstered out with majesty of might. They deem it does import asway, and hath a greater grace, Whom stately sceptre caused to climbs aloft to prouder place. To persever with fancy fond, in that to reasons spite, Whose greedy choice attainted First his mind with vain delight. For though in pireous plight I lie, thrown down to great decay, With heavy hap, and ruthful chance, to miserable stay, Thus hunted out from place to place, forsook and left alone, A wyddow while my husband live, with cause to wail and moan, Perplexed in maze of misery, with cloying cares so rife, Yet whilom I in golden Throne have led in happy life. By high and noble parentage my bright renown does shine. From Phœbus take my Grandsire great deryued is my ligue. Where silver streamed Phasis flood his washing waves does shed, Or with contrary croaking ways his bathing channel spread, What ever wandering coast stretched out is eft aloof behind, From whence the roaming Scithyan Sea his channel forth does find, Where as Maeotis fenny plash with pure fresh water Springs, Does season sweet the briny Sea, that tied in thither brings. Eke all the coasts enuyroued and kept within the banks Of Thermodon, where warlike troops, & armed widows ranks, With painted bucklers on their arms hold all the land in fear, With rigour rough of threatening sword, with force of denting spear. So far to all these wandering coasts and countries round about, My Father's ample regiment at large is stretched out. I being thus of noble Raze, and in and happy plighted, With glorious gloss of princely pomp in honour shining bright, Then peerless Pears my Spousal bed did seek and sue to have, But those to be their loving Fears, now other Ladies crave: Rash, ticle, peevish, undiscreet, and wavering Fortune's wheel, Hath cast me out, the crushing cares of banishment to feel. In Sceptre proud and haughty Crown fix thine affyaunce fast. Sith upsidedown with welkin wheel, whole mounts of wealth is cast. This Princes do possess, that should their royalty display, Whose fame shall never razed be, with storm of lowering day, To succour those whom misery in pit of pains does souse, To shield and harbour suppliants in roof of loyal house. This only brought I from my Realm, the precious golden Fleece, That Jewel chief, and eke the flower of Chivalry in Greece, The sturdy prop, the Rampter strong the bulwark of your wealth, And Hercules the boisterous Imp of Jove I kept in health. It was by means of my good will that Orpheus did escape, Whose harmony the liveless Rocks with such delight did rape, That forced even the clottered lumps with hobbling pricked to prance, And eke the jocund nodding woods with footing fine to dance. And that these heavenly twins Castor, and Pollux did not by, My Due desert is doubled twice, sith them preserved I. Of Boreas blustering out with puffed Cheeks, his blasting Breath, His winged Sons I kept alive both Calais, and Zeath. And Linceus that with piercing beams, and sharper sighed of Eye, Could Navies on the farther bank of Sicily shore espy. And all the Mynians that did come the golden Fleece to win. As for the Prince of Princes all, I will not bring him in. With silence Jason will I pass, for whom though him I save, Yet is not Greece in debt to me, no recompense I crave. To no man him I do impute, the rest I brought again For your ail, that you thereby some profit might attain. But only on my Jason deer, him for my own loves sake I kept in store, that he of me his wedded Wife should make. None other fault (God wot) ye have to charge me with but this, That Argo Ship by means of me returned safely is. If I a shamefast maid had not with Cupid's bait be caught, If more my Father's health to have then Jasons I had sought, Pelasga land had be v done, and feign to great decay, That lusty valiant Captains, had clean be cast away: And jolly Jason First of all this now thy son in law, The Bulls had rend his swallowed limbs in fiery chomping jaw. Let Fortune fight against my case as list her elvish will, Yet never shall it grieve my heart, repent my deed I nill, That I should for so many kings their reling honour save, The guerden endue that I for this my crime commit must have, It lies Crecon in thy hand, if thus it liketh thee, Condemn my guilty ghost lo death, but render First to me, My fault that forced me offend, then Creon grant I this, Receiving Jason (cause of crime) I guilty did amiss. Thou knowest that I was such and one when couring low I lay, Before thy feet in humble wise and did entreating pray, Thy gracious goodness me to grant some succour at thy hand. For me a wretch and wretched Babes I ask within this land Some cottage base, in outcast hold, some couching corner vile, If from the town thou driven us out to wander in exile, The some by place aloof within this realm let us obtar e. If needs thou Wilt have me avoid my ship to me testore, Or else my mate with whom I First arrived on this shore: Why dost thou bid that by my sell e I only should be gone? I came not heather at First without my company alone. If this do thee aggryese, that brunt of wars thou shalt sustain, Command us both the cause thereof to shun thy realm again: Sith both are guilty of one art, why dost thou partly us twain? For Jasons sake not for mine own, poor Pelias was slain. Annex unto my traitorous flight the conquerde booty brave, My hoary headed natural sier, whom I forsaken have, With brother's bloody flesh that mangled was with carving knife, Or ought of Jasons forged lies he gabbes unto his wife. These dreary deeds are none of mine, so oft as I offend, Not for mine own continued ̄ modity, to come thereby in th'end. Yet of thy bounty ere I go, this one boon will I crave. Although the mother banished, so soar offended have, Let not the vengeance of my fault through wrathful deadly hate, Mine innocent and guiltless Babes torment in wreached state. Even for the prosperous good increase of fertile spousal bed, Of Glauce bright thy Daughter deer, whom Jason late hath wed. And by the hope of fruitful seed, whose flower in time shall bloom. By th'onour of thy glistering crown, ythralde to Fortune's doom, Which she so full of chop and change, with ticle turning wheel Whirls up and down, in staggering state makes to and from to reel. I thee beseech, sith to exile I am departing now Oh Creon but a little pause for mercy me allow, While of my mourning br ts with kiss, my last farewell I take. While gasp of failing breath perhaps my shyuering lyms forsake. What falsehood for so little time be cause of terror may? Can not one io to weeping Eyes, and trylling tears be lent? This is to much, and of the same somewhat abrydge ye may. Oh wretch if thou desire, What measure ought to payse thy wrath then learn by Cupid's fire, To hate as soar as thou didst love, shall I not them annoy That do unite in spousal bed, their wanton lust enjoy? Shall Phœbus fiery footed horse go lodge in western wave The drooping day, that late I did with humble crouching crave, And with such earnest busy suit so hardly granted was? Shall it depart ere I can bring my deuylish dryst to pass? While hovering heaven does counterpaysed hang with equal space, Amid the marble Hemispheres, while round with stinted raze, The gorgeous Sky above the Earth does spinning roll about, Whiles that the number of the sands, lies hid unsearched out, While dawning day does keep his course with Phœbus blaze so bright, While twinkling stars in golden trains do guard the slu ̄ bry night, While Isle under propping poale with whyrling swing so swift, The shining Bears unbathed about the frozen Sky do lift, While flushing floods the frothy streams to rustling Seas do send, To gird them gripped with plunging pangs my rage shall never end. With greater heat it shall reboil, like as the brutish beast, Whose tyranny most horrible, exceeds all the rest, What greedy gaping whyrle pool wide what perilous gulf unmild, What Sulla couched in roaring Rocks, or what Charybdes wild, (That Sicily, and Ionium Sea by frothy waves does sup) What Aetna bolking st fling flames, and dusky vapours up, (Whose heavy payse w to stewing heat does smouldering crush beneath Encelades, that fiery flakes from choked throat does breath) Can with such dreadful menaces in sweating fury fry? No river swift no troubled surge of stormy Sea so hie, Nor sturdy seas (whom ruffling winds with raging force to roar) Nor puissant flash of fire, whose might by boisterous blast is more, May bide my anger's violence: my fury shall it foil: His court I'll over hourle, and lay it level with the soil. My Jasons heart did quake for fear of Creon cruel king. And least the king of Thessaly would war upon him bring. But loyal love that hardens hearts makes no man be affright. But beet, that he convict hath yield himself to Creons might. Yet once he might have visited, and come to me his wife, To talk, and take his last farewell, if danger of his life In doing this (hard hearted wretch most cruel) he should fear, He being Creons son in law, for him it efull were, To have prorogued somewhat yet my heavy banishment, To take my leave of children twain one only day is lent: Yet do I not complain, as though the time to short I thought, As proof shall plain pronounce, to day, to day, it shall be wrought, The memory whereof no tract of time shall wipe away. With malice bent against the Gods my wrath shall them assay: And rifling every thing, both good, and bade, I will turmoil. Then only can I be at rest, when every thing I see Thrown headlong topste turvey down to ruthful end with me. With me let all things clean decay: thy self if thou do spill, Thou m is't driven to destruction what else with thee thou will: I packing, packing, Jason am: this still to chop, and change The fleeting soil of my abided, to me it is not strange. The cause of my departure yet (to me is strange) and new. I wonted was in following thee all places to eschew: I will depart, and get me hence, to whom for helping hand Entendest thou to send us forth, whom hence to fly the land Thou dost compel with thine allies? shall I repair again To Phasis flood, to Colchis Isle, or to my father's reign? Or gory sweating fields, that with my brother's blood do reek? What harbouring lands aloof dost thou command us out to seek? What seas appoint ye me to pass? shall I my journey drive, Upon the perilous hateful jaws of Pontus to arrive, By which I did sauf conduct home kings valiant armies great, Where roaring rocks with thundering noise the flapping waves do beat Or on the narrow wrackful shore, of Simplegades twain? Or else to small Hiolcos town can I return again? Or toil, the gladsome pleasant lands of Tempe to attain? All places that I opened have unto thy passage free, I shut them up against my self, now whither sendste thou me? A banished wretch to banishment thou wouldst have incline, Yet to the place of her exile, thou canst not her assign. Yet for all that without delay I must depart and go: And why? forsooth the king his son in law commandeth so. Well: nothing will I stand against, with gripes of passing pain Let me be scourgde, of my deserts such is the got gain. Let Creon in his princely ruff lay to his heavy hands, To whip and whore in torments sharp, with iron gives, and bands Let her be chained, in hideous hold of night for aye her lock: Let her be cloyed with pestering payse of restless rolling rock. Yet less than I deserved have, in all this shall I find: Oh thou uncourteous Gentleman, consider in thy mind The flamy puffs, and firy gasps of ghastly gaping bull, And Aetas cattle rich with Fleece of gorgeous golden wool, That went to graze amid so great and mighty fears in field, Of uncontrolled Nation, whose soil does armies yield. Revoke to mind the deadly darts of sudden starting foe, When ghastly warrior ( Tellus brood) to ground again did go, Through slaughter read of mutual lance, to this yet further pass, The lurched Fleece of Phrixes Ram, that all thine errand was. And ugsome Argos slumberless, whom fast I caused to keep His weary watching winking eyes with unacquainted sleep. My brother eke, whose fatal twist of feeble life I shred, And gilded that wrought so many guilts when as with thee I fled. The daughters whom I set on work entrapped in wily train, To slay their sire, that shall not rise to quickened life again. And how to travel other realms, I set mine own at nought. By that good hope which of thy seed conceived is in thought, Eake by thy stable Mansion place, and mighty monsters, that Down beaten for thy health, I caused before thy feet to squat, And by these drudging hands of mine unspared for thy sake, For dread of dangers over passed that caused thee to quake, By heavens above, and seas below, that witness bearer be, To knitting of our marriage up, thy mercy vail to me. Of all the heaps of treasure great so far of being fetched, Which Aetas savage Scythians did travel for to get, From Ind, where Phœbus scorching blaze does die the people black. Of all this gold which in our dowers we could not well compacke. But trick and trim we garnished our groves with gold so gay, I banished wretch of all this stuff got nought with me away, Except my brother's slaughtered flesh, yet I employed the same On thee: the cares of countries health, my honesty and shame. My Father, and my brother both hath yielded place to thee, This is the dowry that thou had my wedded spouse to be. To her whom thou dost abrogate restore her goods again I took it for a punishment, but surely as I see This banishment is now become a friendly good reward. And slaughter vile, with treachery, whereto thou didst me move. Even whatsoever I have done. Thine, thine, they are, they are all thine what ever I did use, Who that of lewdness reaps the fruit, is grafter of the same. Let every one with infamy thy wretched Spouse defame, Yet do thou only take her partly, her only do thou call A joust and undefiled wight, without offence at all. If any man shall for thy sake pollute his hand with ill, To thee let him and innocent yet be accounted still, The life whose choice does work thy shame thou ought again to loose. I do defy it, wholly I detest it, I forswear, That brethren bred unto my barns Creusas womb shall bear. So cursed day shall never on my wretched children shine, To mingle base born basterdes with the blood of noble Lygue. Shall Phœbus stock (that bears the lamp of heaven in starry throne) Be matched with drudging Sisyphus that rolls in hell the stone? When humbly I my mind to Creon broke, He gave and ear unto my suit. If no good turn, then do thy worst dispyght. Medea eke to cope with these, that more apaull us may: Go to, to skyrmishe let us fallen, let Jason be the pray: I evermore have ruled the swinge of Fortune's wavering will. Take thou thy heals to escape them both, I do not thee advise, That thou against thy father in law in traitorous arms should rise. Nor in Achast thy cosens blood thy wounding hands to gore, The vows unto Medea made, do trouble thee so soar. While yet thou hast not spilled there blood, yet fly with me away. If Creon and Achastus king encamp together shall. Admit that these in one with them should join their powers all My Countrymen of Colchis I'll, and AEtas lusty king, Suppose the Scythians join with Greeks, to ground I will the ̄ bring, Clean put to foil. Take heed, least more thou do affect the same, then for to clear, Thy self of Creons servile yoke. Now Jove hurl out thy flames & force thy thundering bolts to fly, With fiery drakes bright brandishing disparst in burning sky: Strain forth thy dreadful threatening arm, dispose in endue array The rossing dint of lightning flash, that wreck our quarrel may. With rumbling crack of renting cloud cause all the world to quake, And Jevell not thy hovering hand to strike with firy flake Upon my pashed and crushed corpses, or Jasons Carcase slain: For whither of us thou smite to death his endue reward shall gain, Thy thumps of thwacking bolts on us amiss they cannot light. Thou knowest my mind both can, & eke is wont, to do no less, Then to contemn the brittell wealth that Princes do possess. This, this shall be the only boon that at thy hand I crave, As mates with me in banishment, my children let me have, That resting on their sighing breasts my careful mourning head, I may my crystal teary streams into their bosoms shed. But as for thee, new got sons of wife new wed do stay. What Jove unto his Silly Babes is deeply grafted in him? This works well I have him trip, lo now there lies brim. And open place whereby receive a venny soon he may. Let me or I depart, unto my Silly children say. These lessons of my last adewe, and grant to me the space, With tender gripe of colling last their loving limbs embrace: This will be comfort to my heart: yet at the latter word I ask no more but only that you should me this afoorde. If eager anguish cause my tongue to cast out words unkind, Let all thing fly, let nothing be engraved in your mind But let remembrance otherwhile of me to touch your thought, Let other things be wypte away that boil of wrath hath wrought. What is he slily slypt and gone? falls out the matter so? Oh Jason dost thou Sneak away, not having mind of me, Nor of those former great good turns that I have done for thee? With thee now am I clean forgotten: but I will bring about That from thy careful sighing mind shall not be banished out: Apply to bring this to effect, call home thy wits again, And all thy wily fetches far, each artificial train. This is the perfect fruit that may to thee of mischief Spring, To presuppose that mischief is not grafted in any thing. Scant have I opportunity for my pretenced guile, Because we are mistrusted soar: but try I will the while To set upon them in such sort, as none can deem my sleight: March forth, now venture on, fallen to, both what lies in thy might. And also what does pass thy power. Oh faithful nurse and mate Of all my heavy heart breaking, and dyuers cursed fate. Come help our simple mean device. Remaining yet I have A robe of Pall the present that our heavenly Grandsire gave, Chief monument of Cholchis I'll, which Phœbus did beslow On Aetas for a pledge, that him his father he might know. A precious fulgent gorget eake, that bravely glytters bright, And with a seemly shining seam of golden thryds is dight, Through wrought between the row of pirles do stand in borders rou ̄ worser, Wherewith my golden crispen Locks is wonted to be crou ̄ worser. My little children they shall bear these presents to the Bride, That first with slibber slabbar sosse of chauntments shall be tried. Request the aid of Hecate in readiness prepare The lamentable sacrifice, upon the bloody Aare. Enforce the fierce catching hold upon the rafters hie With crackling noise of flamy sparks rebound in Azure sky. Now, now my Sceptre gilded I have recovered once again: My Father's wrongs revenged are, and eke my brother slain: The goldens cattles Fleece returned is to my native land, Possession of my realm I have reclaimed to my hand: Come home is my virginity, that whilom went astray. Oh Gods as good as I could wish, Oh joyful wedding day, Go shroud thy self in darkness him, dispatched I have this feat: Yet vengeance is not done enough, to cool our thirsty heat. Oh soul why dost thou make delay? Why dost thou doubting sta de? Go forward with it yet thou mayest, while doing is thy hand: The wrath that might should minister does qualefy his flame: The pricks of sorrow twitch my heart attaint with blushing shame: Through rigour of thy heinous gore, Oh wretch, what hast thou done? Though I repent a caityfe vile I am, to sle a my son: Alas I have committed it, importunate delight, Still egged on my forward mind that did against it fight: And lo the vain conject of this delight increases still, This only is the thing, that wants unto my wicked will, That Jasons eyes should see this sighed as yet I do suppose, Nothing it is that I have done, my travel all I loose, That I employde in dyry deeds, unless he see the same. Go Jason, go the obit rights the winding sheet and graven Make ready for thy son, as last behooves him to have, Thy spouse and eke thy father in law that are entomde by me Received have the duties that to dead men's ghosts agree. This child hath felt the deadly stroke and lance of fatal knife, And this with wailesome murder Like shall loose her tender life. Nay sith thou wilt not have it so as grieves thy pinched mind, Here way to wreck my vengeance fell, my burning blade shall find. Avant, now hence thou pesaunt proud employ thy busy pain, To reap the fruits of virgins bed, and cast them of again When mother's they are made. If greedy thirst of hungry hands that still for vengeance cries. Might quenched be with blood of one, then ask I none at all, And yet to staunch my hungry grief the number is to small, If only twain I slay, if pledge of love lie secret made, My bowels I'll unbreast, and search my womb with poking Blade. Yet linger eager anguish yet to slay this child of thine. Run not to rash with hasty speed, this doleful day is mine: The time that we obtained have of Creon, we enjoy. In craving this thou speakest, that I should show thee some relief, Well goodinough, all this is done: Oh ruthful giddy grief, This is the only sacrifice that I can thee provide, Unthankful Jason hither cast thy coyesh looks aside. Lo hear dost thou behold thy wife? thus every wonted I, When murder I had made, to escape, my way does open lie That I may spring into the skies: the flying serpents twain Subm ted have their scaly Necks to yoke of rattling wain, Thon Father have thy sons again, I in the wandering Sky In nimble wheeled Wagon swift, will ride advanced hie, Can I find in my heart To shun this land? if hence I had first fallen away by flight, I would have traveled back again, to gaze at such a sighed. To stand and see this weddiug new, why stayst thou doting mind? Apply, apply, thy soar attempt, that good success does find. What great exploit is this, that thou of vengeance dost enjoy? Still art thou blinded witless wench with vale of Venus boy? Is this suffisance for the grief? is root of rancour dead, If Jason lead a single life in solitary bed? Some netling, thorny, stinging plagues unpractised devise: Prepare thy self in readiness and fallen to on this wise: Let all be fish that comes to Net, have no respect of right, From mind on mischief fixed fast let shame be vanished quite: The vengeance they received at my little children's hand, Is nothing worth: in earnest ire ententive must thou stand. When heat of wrath begins to cool, cheer up thy self again: Raise up those touches old that wonted were in thee to reign, That buried deep in breast do lie: and as for all the same That yet is wrought: Of godliness let it usurp the name: Do this, and I shall teach them learn, what trifling cast it was, And common practised flimflam trick that erst I brought to pass. By this my raging malady a preamble hath made, To show what howgier heaps of harms shall shortly them invade What durst my rude unskilful hand assay that was of weight? Wha could the malice of a Girl invent her foes to bait? Still conversant with wicked feats Medea am I made. My blunt and dulled brains hath so been beat about this trade. Oh so I joy, I joy, that I smote of my brother's head, And slashed his members of: eake that from parents had I fled: And filched have the privy fleece, lo Mars that sacred was. It glads my heart that I to bring old Pelias death to pass: Have set his daughters all on work: Oh grief pick out a way Not any gilded thou shalt with unacquainted hand assay Against whom wrath entendest thou to bend thine Ireful might? Or with what weapon dost thou mean thy traitorous foes to smite? I know not what my wrathful mind consulted hath within, And to be wray it to himself, I dare not yet begin. Oh rash and unadvised fool, I make to hasty speed: Oh that my Foe had got of his Harlots body Seed: But what so ever thou by him enjoyest, suppose the same To be Creusas Babes, of them let her enjoy the name. This vengeance, this does Like me well good reason is there, why, The last attempt of I S, thou must with stomach stout apply. A as ye little Silly fools that erst my children were, The plaguing price of Father's fault submit your selves to bear. Oh, horror huge with sudden stroke my heart does overcome: With ycy dulling cold congealde my Members all benun . My shivering limbs appalled soar for ghastly fear do quake, And banished rage of malice hot begins it self to slake: The hateful heart of wife against her Spouse hath yielded place, And piteous mother's mercy mild restoreth nature's face. Oh shall I shed their guiltless blood? shall I the frame vnfoulde Of that, which loving nature's hand hath wrought in me her mould? Oh doting fury change thy mind, conceive a better thought, Let not this heinous savage deed by means of me be wrought. What crime have they (poor fools) continued ̄ mit, for which they should aby? Upon their Father Jason right all blot of blame should lie. Medea yet their Mother I am worse far then he. Tush let them frankly go to wrack no kith nor kin to me They are: dispatch them out of hand: hold, hold, my babes they be God wot, most harmless lambs they are, no crime nor fault have they Alas they be mere innocents, I do not this denay: So was my brother whom I slew: Oh false revolting mind, Why dost thou staggering to and from such change of fancies find? Why is my Face be sprented with tears, what makes me falter so, That wrath & love with striving thoughts do lead me to and from? Such fighting fancies bickering storms my swerving mind detarre, As when between the wrestling winds is raised wrangling war, Eke where the tumbling wallowing waves, are hoist and reared hie Amid the justling swolues of seas, that hight in fury fry: Eve ̄ so my heart with struggling thoughts now sinks, now swells amain, Wrath sometime chases virtue out, and virtue wrath again. Oh yield thee, yield, a grising grief, to virtue yield thy place: Thou only comfort of our stock in this afflicted case, Come heather, come deer loved Imp, with colling me embrace, While that by me your mother deer sweet Boys ye are enjoyed, So long God grant your Father may you keep from harm uncloyed. Exile and flight approach on me, and they shall by and by Be pulde perforce out of mine arms, with vapourde weeping Eye, Soar languishing with mourning heart, yet let them go to graven Before their father's Face, as they before their mother's have: Now rancorous grief, with firy fits begins to boil again, The quenched coals of deadly hate do fresher force attain. The rusty rancour harboured long within my cankered breast Starts up, and stirs my hand anew in mischief to be pressed. Oh that the rabblement of brats which swarmde about the side Of Niobe that scornful Dame, who perished by her pride Had taken life out of his limbs, Oh that the fates of heaven A fruitful mother had me made of children seven and seven. My barreyne womb for my revenge hath yielded little store: Yet for my S re and brother, twain I have, there needs no more: Whom seek this ruffling rout of Fiends with gargell Visage dight Where will they deal their stripes, or who ̄ with whips of fire smite? Or whom with cruel scorching brand and Stygian faggot fell, With mischief great to cloy, intends this army black of hell? A chopping Adder gan to hiss with wrethings wrapped round, As soon as did the lashing whip flerte out with yerking sound. Whom bumping with thy rapping post Megaera wilt thou crush? Whose ghost does hear mishapped from hell with scattered members rush? My slaughtered brother's ghost it is that vengeance coms to crave: According to his dire request endue vengeance shall he have. But flap thou fierce the fierbrandes full dassahed in mine Eyes, Dig, rend, scrape, burn, and squeas them out, lo open my breast it lies, To fighting furies bobbing strokes, Oh brother, brother bid These roils, that press to worrey me, them selves away to rid. Dawn to the S lent souls allow not taking any care: Let me be left hear by my self alone, and do not spare, To baste, and capperclaw these arms that drew the bloody blade: To quench the furies of thy sprite, that thus do me invade, With this right hand the sacrifice on thaulter shall be made. What means this sudden trampling noise? a band of men in Arms Come bustling toward us, that me will cloy with deadly harms. To end this slaughter set upon I will my self convey Up to the garrets of our house, come Nurse with me away, Bestow thy body hence with me from danger of our foes. Now thus my mind on mischief set thou must thy self dispose, Let not the flickering fame and praise in darkness be exiled Of stomach stout, that you did use in murdering of thy child. Proclaim in peoples ears the praise of cruel bloody hand. Would God y e I were dead. Why shall I fly? The prosperous pride of wronging crowns cannot endeavour long. thus wouldst thou dodge me out? Thy hated trull cast of thou dost, that please Creuse thou might.