THYESTES

SEparting from y e darkened dens which Ditis low does keep, Lo here I am sent out again from Tartar dungeon pe, Thy stes I, that whither coast to shun do stand in doubt, Thinfernall fe ndes I fly, the oalke of earth I chase about. My conscience lo abhors, that I should heth r passage make, Appalled soar with fear and dread my trembling sine w shake: My father's house, or rather yet my brother's I espy, This is the old and antique porch of Pelops progeny. Here first the Greeks on p nces hedds do place the royal crown, And here in throne aloft they lie, that lets up and down, With stately Sceptre in their hand, eake here their courts do lie, This is their place of banqueting, return therefore will I. Nay: beter were it not to haunt the loathsome Limbo Lake's, Where as the stygion porter does advance with lusty crake's His tryple gorge be hung with mane shag hearye, rusty, black: Where Ixion's carcase linked fa , the whyrlyng wheel does rack, And rolleth Still upon him self: where as full oft in vain Much toil is lost, (the tottering stone down tumbling back again) Where growing guts the greedy gripe do gnaw with ravening bitts. Where parched up with burning thur amydd the waves he ytts, And gapes to catch the fleeting flood with hungry chaps beguylde, That pays his painful punishment, whose fea the gods defylde: Yet that old man so step in years at length by tract of time, How great a part belongs to me and portion of his crime? Account we all the grysly ghosts, whom guilty found of ill, The Gnosian judge in Pluto's pytts oath to sse in torments Still: Thyestes I in dryrye deeds will far surmount the rest, Yet to my brother yield I, (though I gorged my bloody breast, And stuffed have my pawmpred panche even with my children three, That crammedly with in my ribs, and have their tomb in me, The bowels of my swallowed babes, devoured up I have, Nor fickle fortune me alone the father does deprave, But enterprysyng greater guilt then that is put in use, To file my daughters bawdy bed, my lust she does allure. To speak these words I do not spare, I wrought the heinous deed, That therefore I through all my stock, might parent Still proceed. My daughter driven by force of a es and destenyes divine, Does breed young bones, & lades her womb, w sinful eede of mine. Lo nature changed vpsyde down, and out of order turned This mingle mangle hath she made, (Oh fact to be forlorn .) A father and a grandsire lo, confusedly I am, My Daughters husband both become, and father to the am. Those babes y to should my nephews be, when nature rightly runs, She being jumbled does confound, and mingle with my sons. The crystal clearness of the day, and Phœbus beams so bright, Ar mixed with the foggy clouds, and darkness dym of night. When wickedness had wearied us, to late truce taken was, Even when our detestable deeds were done and brought to pass. But valyant Agamem on he grand captain of the oh to Who bore the sway among the kings, and ruled all the roast, Whose flaunting flag, & banner bram , displayed in royal sort, A thousand sail of sowsyng shypps did guard to Phrygian port, And with their swelling shatling S isles: the surging seas did hide, That heateth on the banks of Tr you, and flows y her side: When Phœbus cart the Zodiac ten times had over run, And uva to the battered walls do lie of Troy destroyed and won, Retournd he is to yield his throat unto his traitress wife, That shall with force of bloody blade beryue him of his life. The glittering sword, the hewing axe, and wounding weapons more, With blood for blood new set a broche shall make the floor to flow. With sturdy stroke, & boysteous blow, of pythye Pollar given His beaten brains are pashed abroad, his cracked skull is reuen. Now mischief marches on a pace, Now falsehood does appear, Now butchers slaughter does approach, and murder draws near. In honour of Thy native day Aegisthus they prepare The solemn feast with I n ketyng, and dainty tothsom fare. Fie, what does shame abash thee so, and cause thy courage quail? Why doubts thy right hand what to do? to smite why does it fail? What he forecasting might suspect, why shouldst thou take advise? Why fret est thou, demanding if thou may it enterprise Nay: if amother it beseem, thou rather mayest surmise. What now? how happeneth it that thus the smiling summer's night, When Phaebus from Thantipodes should render soon the light, On sudden chau ̄ g their turns w to nights that last and ling r long, When winters boar as bitter blasts, does puff the trees among? Or what does cause the gliding tarrs to stay Still in the sky? We weight for Phaebus : to the world bring day now by and by.