JASON

¶When Cr on in malicious mood had thought thee to have slain, Entreated with my tear S exile, and life he gave to thee. ¶While thou hast time to go be gone, for most Severe, and harden The kings displeasure ever is. ¶Dost thou Medea upbraid me with the breach kind of love? ¶When all is done what canst thou say my gyltynes to stain? ¶Yet more this does remain: That thy vngra yous wickedness of harm should e accuse. ¶The life is loathsome that does work his shame who hath it chosen. ¶Let reason rule thy eager mind so vexed with crabbed ire And for thy tender children's ease to be at rest req ire ¶It will be trim, when as a Queen of majesty and might Hath issue, kinn unto the seed of the a banished wight. ¶What meanest y u wretch both the & m in banishment to yoke? I pray the ̄ hence: ¶What lies in my might To do for the? ¶On this side with his sword in hand King Creon does me scar: On other partly with armed host Acast does me detarr. ¶I yield whom soar aduersyties have tyerd with heavy sway. Learn thou to dreaded thy luclesse lost that oft doth thee assay. ¶ Achastus is at hand and nigh is Creon the to spill: ¶when armies twain their banners oh Defiance shall display, And marching urthe in filled to fight S ke battle at my hand, Who then for us encounter shall their puyssa ce to withstand? ¶Least some suspicion grow. Of this our tattling long here let us make and end and go. ¶Fie, let thy mind on matters run that seem a modest wyghte. And use to have more cherfull talk, if any thing thou crave, Within my father's house to ease thy flight, thou shalt it have. ¶ I grant that unto thy request I wish I might obey: But nature me with pity pricks, that needs I must deny. For though both Creon and Achast, in torments force me lie, I could not yield unto their wills: on this my life does rest: In times of tears, this is the joy of dull afflicted breast For better far I can abide the want of vital breath, And succour of my limbs, or lose, the light of world by death. ¶If any faithful man here be, whom ruin of his land, And slaughter of his prince do cause in pensyue heart to bleed, step forth that you may take the wretch that wrought this deadly deed. Hear, hear, you jolly champions lay load with weapons hear, Have now, hoist up this house, from ̄ low foundation up it rear. ¶By all the sacred ghosts of heaven, and by thy oft exile, And spousal bed, w to breach of love in me did not defile, Now spare, and sa e the life of him my child and also thine: What ever crime committed is, I grant it to be mine Make me a bloody sacri ice to Due deserved death, Take from my sinful guilty head the use of vital breath. ¶let one for Due revenge suffice. If greedy thryste 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. ¶Now fynysh out thy deadly deed, that enterprised is, No more entrea aunce will I use, yet only grant me this, Delay a while his doleful death, that I may take my flight. Least that mine yes w to bledyng heart should view that heavy sight. ¶Oh vile malicious minded wreache my loathsome life destroy. ¶Go through the ample spaces wide, infect the poisoned air , Bear witness grace of God is none in place of thy repair. ¶The puissant power of haughty mace I fear ¶I have forgotten every whit God grant thou may of shake These surging qualms of frownced mind & milder mayest it make: For quietness does work their ease that dented are with woe: ¶Lo hear she looketh out, and leans upon the houses frame, That pitchlong hangs w to falling sway: hear heap your fires fast, Whereby the flames that she her self enkyndled, may her wast.