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Oh Thou whom of our father's death the only help we have, Fly, fly, from ̄ force of furious foes, make hast my self to save: Our house is topsey turvey tossed, our stock is cast away, Our ruthful realms to ruin run, our kingdoms do decay. Who comes here in Chariot swift this galloping a main? Brother, dysguysed in thy weed let me thy person fain. Oh buzzard blind what dost thou mean from forayn folk to fly? Whom dost thou shun? it does behoove to fear this family. Orestes now be bold, and set all shivering fear a side, The certain succour of a trusty friend I h we espied. ¶By treason that mi mother wrought my father lies slain, And drinking of their father's cup the children do complain. Aegist engroceth Castles God by fornication. ¶I thee request even for the love my father thou dost owe, And for the honour of the crown, whose bruit abroad does grow In every coast: and by the gods that diversely do eal, Take into thy tuition, convey away, and steal, This poor Orest : such kind of theft is piety indeed. ¶He is escaped and gone, and with unmeasurable might The Chariot horse with rain at will do send out of my sight. Now free from peril on my foes attendance will I make. And offer willingly my head the deadly wound to take. The cruel conqueress of her spouse is come, whose spotted weed With sprynkels (sign of slaughter) do bear record of her deed. Her gory hands new bathed in blood as yet they be not dry, Her rough & churlish rigorous looks the fact do notyfye. Unto the temple will I trudge. Cassandra suffer me, Oppressed with equal grief, take part of sacrifice with thee. ¶I have with my vyrgynitie the bowers of bawds forsook. ¶Do you at length Begin to preach, such godliness to me. ¶What Agamemnon new is this, whom thou hast God f late? ¶Grau ̄ to me mi dome by means of death to pass unto my graven. ¶what your own daughter? ¶A sword and buckler very well a woman does beseem (Except I dote) ¶He is departed out of Gre e. ¶Fetch thou my father unto me. ¶All plunge of perils passed he is, a worser at a Quiet stay. And in another kingdom where no harm he does mistrust, This answer were sufficient, to please a parent joust. But one whose breast dothboil in wrath, it cannot satesfye. ¶On this condition am I pleased, the Altar to forsake. If that this hand shall do the dead, my death when I shall take. Or else if in my throat to bath thy blade, thou do delight, Most willingly I yield my throat, and gyve the leave to smy e. Or if thou will chop of my head in brutish beastly guise, My neck a waiting for the wound out stretched ready lies. Thou hast committed sinfully a great and grievous guilt. Go purge thy hardened hands, y which thy husbands blood have spil . ¶What shall the breeder of this broil control me with his checks, Whose father's gilded hath caused him to have a doubtful name, Who both is to his sister son, and nephew to the same? ¶what after death does any thing remain? ¶The whilst (y u widow) answer me directly to this gear. Thy husband is ereued quyght of breath, his life is done.