NURSE

¶(Oh worthy queen) among y e Greeks that bears the swinging way And born of Leda's royal blood, what mut r ng dost thou say ? What fury fell enforceth the, bereaved of thy wits, To rage & rave with bedlam brains, to fret with frantic fitts? Though madam thou do counsel keep, and not complain thy case, Thine anguish plain appears in thy pale and wanny face: Reveal therefore what is thy grief, take leisure good and stay, What reason could not remedy, oft eured hath delay. ¶This desperate dotage does declare, and rashness rude and blind, To choose out chance to be the guide and ruler of thy mind. ¶The thing he fears he does augme ̄ to, who heapeth sin to sin. ¶There is no man who at the First extremytie will try. ¶The sacred name of wedlock once revoke and have in mind, ¶Consydor yet thy son and would e whom he of the begotten ¶When as our navy might not pass by wind, nor yet by stream, Thy Daughters blood in sacrifice their passage did redeem: She sturd and brake the sluggish seas, whose water Still did stand, Whose Feeble force might not hoist up, the vessels from the land. ¶But by this means a thousand ships at once released ar: ¶Queen, bridle thine affections, and wisely rule y rage, Thy swelling mood now myt igate, thy chollure eke assuage. Way well the weighty enterprise that thou dost take in hand, Triumphant victor be returns of mighty Asia land Avenging Europes injury, with him he brings away The spoils of sacked Pargamie, a huge and mighty pray. In bondage eake he leads the foalke of long assaulted Troy , Yet darest thou by policy attempt him to annoy? Whom w to the dint of glittering sword Achilles durst not harm, Although his rash and desperate dick The froward knight did arm Nor Ajax yet more hardy man up yielding vital breath, Whom frantycke jury fell enforste to wound him self to death: Nor Hector, he, whose only life procuerd the Greeks delay, And long in war for victory inforced them to stay Nor Paris shaft, whose conning hand with shot so sure did aim: Nor mighty Memnon swart and black, had power to hurt the same: Nor Xan hus flood, where to and fro dead Can kasis did swyme, With armour hewed and there with all some maimed broken lime: Nor Simois, that purple wawmes with slaughter died does steer. Nor Cygnus Lily uvhyght, the Son of fenny God so deer: Nor yet the mu teryng Thracian host: nor warlike Re sus King: Nor Amazons, who to the wars did painted Quivers bring, And bore their har hets in their hands, with target, and with sheylde, Yet had no pour with ghastly wound to foil him in the feylde. Sith he such scourings hath escapte, and plunge of perils past, Entendest thou to murder him, returning home at last? And sacred alters to profane with slaughter so v ure? Shall Greece thaduenger, let this wroug long unrevenged endure? The g Them and fierce courageous horse, the battles shou es and cries, The swelling seas which brus worser barks do dread, when storms arise, Behold the fields w to streams of blood overflown and deeply dro worser, And all the Chivalry of Troy in servile bondage bound, Which Greeks have writ in registers. thy stubborn stomach bind, Subdue thy onde affections, and pacyfie thy mind . ¶Thy former fault with pensive heart and sorrow thou dost rew, And fondly yet thou goest about, to set abroche anew,