AMPHITRYON

Quam ̄ tunc habebat, cum per arentem plagam, Et fluctuante more turbati maris Abiit arenas: bis que discedens fretum, Et bis recurrens: cum que deserta rate, Deprensus haesit Syrtium brevibus vadis, Et (pup fixa) maria superavit pedes? Miserandam conjux Herculis magni, sile. Parts meae hae sunt, reddere Alcidae patrem, Genus que we um, post totingentis viri Memorandum fanctam, post que pacatum manu Quodcun que Titan ortus, & labens videt, Post monstra tot perdomita, post Phlegram impio Sparsam cruore, post que defensos Deos, Nondum liquet de patre? mentimur Jovem? Iunonis odio crede. Communis ista pluribus causam est deis. Pastor Pheraeos Delius pavit greges. Non erubescit Bacchus effusos tener Sparsisse crines, nee manu molli levem Vibrasse thyrsum, cum parum forti gradum Auro decorum syrma barbaricum trahit. Post multam virtus operam laxari solet. Certus inclusos tenet Locus nocentes, ut que fert fama, impios Supplicia vinclis saeu perpetuis domant Nunc ede nati nobilem pugnam mei. Patrui volentis munus, and spolium refert? What way I pray you had he then when through the burning cost, And tumbling after manner of the troubled sea up toste He went by sands: and freate that twice with ebb away doth slip, And twice upflow: and when alone with his forsaken ship, Fast caught he stuck in shallow fords of shelfy Syrtes sand. And (now his ship on ground) did pass through seas a foot to land? Oh wretched wife of Hercles great, thy words a while now spare. My part it is, the father of Alcides to declare, And his true stock. yet after all of man so stout as this So famous deeds, and after all Appeased with hand of his What ever Titan risen up, Doth see, orels at fallen, And after all these monsters taemde, and Phlegrey sprynkled all With wicked blood, and after gods defended all on hie, Is not his father yet well known? Or Jove do we beelye? Believe it yet by Juno's hate. To many of the gods in skies is this a common trade. Of Delos isle the Shepherd los the flocks of Pherey fed. Whom straying mother First brought forth in wandering land to sight. First dragon with his blood embrewde the shafts of Phœbus lo. How grievous ylls even yet full young he bore, do you not knoe? From ̄ mother's womb the babe out thrown with lightning flame from hie, Even next his lightning father stood forthwith above in sky. What? he him self that guides the stars, and shakes the clouds at will, Did not that infant lurk in den of hollow caved hill? The births so great full troublous price to have lo always ought: And ever to be born a God, with cost full great is bought. A myser him deny you may, whom stout of heart you see. Yet all you do not knoe. His work it is with weapons of his own hand vanquished Both Eryx, and to Eryx joined Anteus Lybian dead: And altars which with slaughter of the strangers flowing fast, Busyris well deserved blood likewise have drunk at last. His deed it is, that he that met the wound, and sword is flain Constraynde to suffer death before those other Geryons twain. Nor one alonely Geryon doth with one hand conquerde lie. Thou shalt among these he: which yet with none adultery Have wedlock hurt. This only bowne I father of Alcides ask of thee, Which well may me beseem to crave, that I First slain may be. O chiefest pour of god, and o of heavenly things so great The guide, and parent eke, with whose thrown thunderbolts do shake All things humane throughout the world, of king so cruel slake The wicked hand: but why do I to gods in vain thus cry? Where ever thou be hear me soon. why start so suddenly The temples thus with moving sha Why roareth out the ground? The noise of hell from bottom deep byneathe hath made a sound: We herd are, lo it is the sound of Hercules his pace. Thy father in la e is slain: the king dome Lycus doth possess. Thy sons, thy parent, and thy wife to death pursueth he. Now God that can them bring to pass, speed well our wishes soon, And come to help our weary woes. Oh noble hearted mate Of my stout son, of his renown declare us all the rate: How long a way doth lead to place where sorry sprights do dwell, And how the harden and heavy bonds the dog hath born of hell. Yet Theseus throwghly overcome what ever fear remains In bosom deep, nor do thou not of best fruit of thy pains Beguylde thy self. What thing hath once to suffer been a care, To have remembered it is sweet. those dreadful happen declare. Of corn and wine in hell allow is any fertile land? What? e that does those places dark with regallsceptor gwyde, In what seat set, doth he dispose and rule those peoples light? Is fam in this point true, that there Such rigours are, and guilty ghosts of men that there remain Forgetful of their former fault, have their deserved pain? Who is the rector there of right, and judge of equity? Doth any place prescript of lymite h ytte The guilty ghosts, and as the fame reports, doth cruel pain The wicked men make tame that in eternal bonds remain? Now of my son declare to me the noble worthy fight. Brings he his Willing uncles gifts, or Pluto's spoils to sight? Son First thy hands flowing with bloody slaughter, and the death of enemy puryfye. Desire that now thy father end at last Thy labours all: let quietness At length yet given be, And re to weary folk. What is this sudden ill? Thy cruel cowntnance whither son Dost thou cast here and there? And seest with troubled daselde sight false shape of heaven appear? Put far away from thee The thoughts that ought not to be spoke: of mind unsound to see, But yet full great, the furyows rage assuage and say away. Whither doth the rag and fury blind yet go? His mighty bow he drew with horns together driven lo, And quiver loaste: great noyese makes with byolence sent out The shaft, and quyght the weapon flew his middle neck torowghowt, The wound yet left Lo his flattering hands to thee Applying to thy knees doth crave his life with piteous moan. Oh wicked guilt, full sad, and eke abhorred to look vppone, His humble right hand caught he hath, and raging Round about Him r lled twice, or thrice hath cast. his head resoundeth out, The sprynkled houses with the brain of him thrown out are wet. But she poor wretch her little son in bosom hiding yet Lo Megara, like one in rage doth from the corners flee. where goest thou wretch? what lurking denns, seek e thou to take, or flight? No place of safeguard is if once be Hercles styrde with ire: But do thou rather him enbrace, and with thy meek desire Assay to assuage him. Th'infant with father's fyry face astonnyde all for dread, Died even before the wound: his fear hath took away his life. And now likewise his heavy club is shaken toward his wife: He broken hath the bones, her head from blocklyke body gone Is quite, nor any where it stays. darste thou this look vppone To long lyude age? if mourning do thee grieve, thou hast then lo The death prepared. Do thou thy breast upon his weapons throe, Or else this club with slaughter staynde of monsters slain that be, Now hither turn. thy parent false, vnfytte for name of thee Kid hens away, least he should be to thy renown a let. Thou hast not son yet all performed, fill up the sacrifyse. Loeth offering doth at altars stand, it waits thy hand likewise With neck full prove: I gyve my self, I roon, I follow lo. Me sacrifice. what means this? his eyes roll to and fro, And heauynesse doth dull his sight. see I of Hercules The trembling hands? down falls his face to sleep and quietness, And weary neck with bowed head full fast doth downward shryuke, With bent knee: now all at once he down to ground doth sink, As in the woods wild ash cut down, or bulwark for to make A haven in seas. Lyuste thou? or else to death doth thee betake The self same rage, that hath sent all thy family to death? It is but sleep, for to and fro doth go and come his breathe. Let time be had of quietness, that thus by sleep and rest Great force of his disease subdued, may ease his grieved breast. Remous his weapons servants, lea he mad get them again. Revenge oft hurtful was. How great a part is it thou woe st, Of thy calamity? Thy grievous woe is there, The crime high stepdame's: this myschawnce no fault of thine hath here. Not yet his heart astonyde lacks his raging tumult soar, But wraths hath turned: and which of rag is property and ire Against him self he rages now. Quid? ille opaca qui regit sceptro loca, Quam seed positus, temperate populos leves? Vox est dignam genitor Her culis. Hoc en peremptus spiculo cecidit puer, Hoc Juno telum manibus emisit tuis, Hoc nunc ego utar. Ecce quam miserum me u Cor palpitat, corpus que solicitum ferit. Aptata arundo est, ecce jam fancies scelus Volens, sciens que : pande, quid fieri jubes? Nihil rogamus, noster in tuto est dolour. Natum potes seruare tu solus mihi Theseu, ipse necdum maximum euasi metum. Mice u ̄ haud potes me facere, foelicem potes. Sic statue quidquid statuis, ut causam tuam, Famam que in arcto stare, & ancipiti sciam : Aut vivis, aut occidis: hanc animam levem, Fessam que senio, nec minus quassam malis, In over primo teneo tam tarde patri. Vitam that aliquis? non feram ulterius moram, Letale ferrum pectori impr ssum induam, Hic, hic jacebit Herculis sani scelus. Hanc manu ̄ amplector libens Hac nixus ibo, pectori hanc ergo admouens Pella ̄ dolores. By sacred holly kindreds rights, by force and duty all Of both my names, if either me thy bringer up thou call, Or parent else, and (which of good men reverenced are) By these boar heats, I thee beseech my desert age yet spare, And weary years: of House fallen down the one alonely stay, One only light to me, with ylles afflicted every way Reserve thy lelfe: yet never hath there happened once of thee Fruit of thy toils: Still either I the dowtfull seae to see Or monsters f arde: who ever yet bath be a cruel king In all the world, to ghosts allow, and altars both hurting, Of meys feared: the father of thee absent Still, to have The frut , the touching, and the sighed, of thee atlength I crave. This word is meet for Hercles father lo. With this same arrow slain behold thy son is tumbled down, This weapon cruel Juno lo from hands of thine hath thrown, This same will I now use. lo see how leaps with fear affright My wretched heart, and how it does my careful body smite. The shaft is set there to, thou shalt a mischief lo do now Both willing it, and wotting: tell, what thing commandest thou? I nothing crave, my dolour lo in safety stands now. To keep my son alive to me that only do canst thou oh Theseu, yet I have not S apt, greatest fear that happen can. Thou canst e not a myler make, thou mayest a happy man. So order every thing thou dooste, as all thy cause in hand, And fame thou mayest well know in strayg and doubtful case to stand: Thou joust, or diest: this slender soul that light is hence to flee, we yed with age, and no less bet with grievous isle to see, In mouth I holoe. so slowly to a father with such stay Doth any man give life? I will no longer bide delay, The deadly sword throughout my breast to strike I will apply, Here, here the guilt of Hercules eve sound of mind shall lie. I gladly do this hand embrace to me. By this I being stayed will go, this moving to my breast I'll slake my woes. Nay what they fear to much least it may fallen, They think it never may be shoonde, nor rid by remedy. The tender Bacchus did not blush abroad to have laid out His braided hears, nor yet with hand full soft the Thyrsus light For to have shook, what time that he with pace unstout in sight His long traynde barbarous garme ̄ to drew with gold full fair to see. Still virtue after many works is wont releaste to be. Imò quod metuu ̄ to ni miss, Nun que amoveri posse, nec tolli putant. Quem profuga terrae mater erranti edidit. Primus sagittas imbuit Phoebi Draco. Quam gravia parvus tulerit, ignoras, mala? Ematris utero fulmine e ectus puer, Mox fulminanti proximus patri stetit. Quid? qui gubernat astra, qui nubes quatir, Num latuit infans rupis exesae specu? Sollicita tanti pretia natales habent: Semper que magno constitit, nasci deum. Quemcun que fortem videris, miserum ̄ neges. Non nosti omniam. Ipsius opus est caestibus fractus suis Eryx, & Eryci iunctus Anteus Libys: Et qui hospitali caede manantes foci, Bibêre iustum sanguinem Busiridis. Ipsius opus est, vulneri, & ferro obuius Mortem coactus ante Geryonas patience. Nec unus unam Geryon victus manu. Eris inter istos: qui tamen nullo stupr Laesere thalamos. Hoc munus à to genitor Alcidae peto, Rogare quod me deceat, ut primus cadam. Pròh numinum vis summa, próh coelestium ̄ Rector, parens que , cuius excussis tremunt Humanam telis, impiam regis feti Counterfeit ̄ pesce dextram: quid Deos frustra precort Vbicun que es audi nate. cur subito labant Agitata motum templa? cur mugit solum? Infernus imo sonuit è fundo fragor: Audimur, en est sonitus Herculei gradus. Socer est peremptus: regna Lycus possidet. Natos, parentem, conjugem leto petit. Votum secum ̄ debt, qui potest, nostrum deus, Rebus que lassis adsit. Oh magni comes Magnanime nam ti, pande virtutum ordinem: Quam longam moestos ducat and manes via, Ut vincla tulerit duram tart areus canis. Peruince Theseu quicquid alto pectore Remanet pauoris, néue to fructum optimo Frauda laborum. Quod fuit durum patience, Meminisse dulce est. Fare casus horridos. Estné aliquam tellus Cereris, aut Bacchi fe rax? Veráne est fama, inferis Tam saeva reddi jura, & oblitos sui Sceleris nocentes, debitas poenas dare? Quis iste very rector, at que aeqni arbiter? Nate manam ̄ tes prius Manus cruenta caede, & hostili expia. Finiat genitor tuos Opta labores: detur aliquando otium, Quies que fessis. Quod subitum hoc malum est? Quo nate vultus hunc, & hunc acres refers? Acié que falsum turbida coelum vides? Infandos procul Avert sensus: pectoris sani parum, Magni tamen, compesce demente ̄ impetum. Quo see caecus inuergit furori Vastum coactis flexit arcum cornibus, Pharetram que solvit: stridet emissa impetum Arundo, medio spiculum collo fugit, Vulmere relicto. En blandas manus And genua tendens, voice miserandam rogat. Scelus nefandum, triste, & aspectum horridum, Dextram precantem rapuit, & circam furens Bis, ter rotatum misit. ast illi caput Sonat, cerebro tectam dispersa madent. At miseram parvum protegens natum sinum Megara, furenti similis è latebris fugit. Quo miseram pergis? quam fugam ̄ , aut latebras petis? Nullus salutis Hercule infenso est locus: Amplectere ipsum potius, & blanda prec Lenire tenta. Pavefactus infans igneo vultum patris, Perit ante vulnus: spiritum rapuit timor. In conjugem nunc clava libraturgrauis: Perfregit ossa, corpori trunco caput A best, nec usquam ̄ est. cernere hoc audes nimi Vivax senectus? si piget luctus, habes Mortem paratam. pectus in telam endue, Vel stipitem istum caede monstrorum illitum, Convert. falsum, ac nomini turpem tuo Remove parentem, ne tuae laudi obstrepat. Nondum litasti nate, consumma sacrum. Stat ecce and aras hostiam, expectat manum Cervice prona. praebeo, occurro, insequor, Macta. Quid hoc est? errat acies luminum, Visus que moeror hebetat. and video Herculis Manus trementes? vultus in somnum cadit Et fessa cervix capite summisso labat, Flexo genum: jam totus and terram ruit, Ut caesa sylvis ornus, aut portus mari Datura moles, vivis? and leto dedit Idem, tuos qui misit and mortem, furor? Sopor est, reciprocos spiritus motus agit. Detur quieti tempus, ut somno gravis Vis victa morbi, pectus oppressum levet. Remouete famuli telam, ne repetat furens. Tacita sic abeant mala. Saepe vindictam obfuit. Marjoram quisquis timuit. Cladis tuae pars ista, quam nosti, quota est? Luctus est istic tuus, Crimen novercae: casus hic culpam caret. Nondum tumultum pectus attonitum caret, Mutavit iras: quod que habet proprium furor, In see ipse saevit. Per sancta generis sancram, per jus nominis Vtrun que nostri, sive me altorem vocas, Seu tu patentem, per que venerandospiis Canos, senectae parce desertae precor, Annis que fessis: unicum lapsae domus Firmamen, unum lumen afficto malis Temet reserua: nullus exte contigit Fructus laborum, semper aut dubium mare, Aut monstra timui: quisquis in toto fuit Rex saevus orb, manibus, & aris nocens, A me timetur: semper absentis pater Fructum tui contactum & aspectum peto. Let thus thyue yls in silence overpass. Whos'euer greater feared.