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¶For godsake madame I you pray your tongue to silence frame. Eke hide your pryuye languishing and grief in secret vain: Who with a modest mind abides the spurs of pricking pain, And suffers sorrows patiently, may it repay again. Who bears a privy grudge in breast, and keeps his malice close, When least suspection is thereof may most annoy his foes. He leseth oportunytie who vengeance does require, That shows by open sparks the flame the heat of kindled fire. ¶Good daughter dear assuage Thunbrydled sway, and boiling heat of this thy gyddy rage: Scant mayest thou purchase quietness although thou hold thy tongue. ¶If any courage dure, And harboured be in noble breast, now put the same in use. ¶Thy Country clean hath cast thee of to let thee sink or swim, As for thy husband Jason he, there is no trust in him: Of all the wealth, and worldly muck wherewith thou did abound: No portion remains at all, whereby some help is found. ¶who wears y gold ̄ crested crown him dread with awe you should. ¶Can not the deadly violence of weapons make the fear? ¶Then Wilt thou cast thy self to death, ¶Fly, fly to save thy life. ¶What oh Medea. ¶A mother dear art thou, Fly therefore for thy children's sake. ¶Thy life by flight to save dost thou mistrust? ¶Then some shall thee at heals pursue, to wreck the same again ¶Be still, and now refrain. Oh despret dame thy thundering threats, and slake your raging ire. Apply, and frame thy froward will as time and tides require. ¶Madame thy mind that troubled is, and ost with such abroyle Of swarming ills, thy vexed breast now set at rest again, The peuyshe fond affections all of troubled mind refrain. ¶If in this folly styff thou stand behold what after claps Ar to be feared, none dare contryue for princes training traps. MY shyuerynge mind amazed is, aghast, and soar dysmayde: My chyllysh lyms with quaking cold do tremble all afraid. Such plagues & vengeance is at hand in what exceeding wise Do sharp assaults of greedy grief Still more and more arise, And of it self in smothering breast enkyndles greater heat? Oft have I seen how ramping rage hath forced her to freate. With frantickfyts, mad, bedlam wise against the Gods to rail, And eke bewytched gohstes of heaven in plunging plagues to trail: But now Medea beats her but sie brain to bring to pass A mischief greater, greater far, then ever any was. Ere while when hence she trypt away astonished so soar, And of her poison closet close she entered had the door: She poureth out her jewels all, abroad to light she brings That which she dreading loathed long, most irksome ugly things: She mumbling conjures up by names of illes the rabble rout, In hugger mugger couched long, kept close, unsearched out: All pestlent plagues she calls upon, what ever Libie land, In frothy boiling stream does work, or muddy belching sand: What teryng torments Taurus bredes, with snows unthawed Still Where winter flaws, and hoary frost knit harden the craggy hill, She lays her crossing hands upon each monstruous conjured thing, And over it her magic verse with charming doth she sing: A mowsye, rowsye, rusty rout with cankered scales y lad From musty, fusty, dusty dens where lurked long they had, Do raull: a wallowing arpent huge his cumbrous corpse out drags, In fiery foaming blaring mouth his forked tongue he wags. He stares about with sparkling eyes, if some he might espy, Whom snapping at with stinging spit he might constrain to die: But hearing once the magycke verse he hushed as all a gast, His body boalne big, wrapped in lumps n twining knotes he cast. And wambling to and from his tail in lynkes he row es it round. Not sharp enough (quoth she) y plagues and tools that hollow ground Engenders for my purpose ar, to heaven vpp will I call, To reach me stronger poison down, to frame my fea with all. Now is it at the very point, Medea thou assay. To bring about sum farther fetch, then common wyches may. Let down, Let down, that sprawling snake that does his body spread, As does a running broke abroad his mighty channel shed. Whose swelling knobes of wondrous size & boysteus bobbing bumps Does thump the great & lesser bear that feel his heavy lumps. The bigger bear with golden glede the greekish fleet does guide: But by the less the Sidon shypps their passage have espied. He that with pinch of griping fyste does bruise the adders twain, His strenyng harden & clasping hand, let him unknit again. And crush their squeezed venom out, come further thou our charm Oh flymie serpent Python, whom dame Juno sent to harm Diana and Apollo both, (those heavenly sprites twain) With whom Latona traveling did groan with pinching pain. Oh Hydra whom in Lerna pool Alcides gave the foil, And all the noisome vermen vile that Hercules did spoil. Which when on sunder they were cut with slysyng deadly knife, Can knit again there soldered parts, and so recover life. Help wakeful Dragon Argos whom First magic words of mine Made Morpheus lock thy sleppe lids and shut thy slurgynge eyes. Then having brought above the grou ̄ worser of serpents all the row e, Of filthy wedes the Rankest bane she pyckes. and gathers out, That Spring on know tie Eryx hill where passage none is found, Among the ragged rocks, or what on Caucasus his ground Does grow that Still is clad in coat of horye morye frost. That evermore unmelt abides, whose spattered filled is soste With g bbs of blood, y to spowteth from Prometheus gaping maw, Whose guts with twitching tale ̄ to out the ghastly gripe does draw. Or any other venomous herb among the Medes that grows, that with their sheaf of arrows sharp in filled do scar their foes. Or what the light held Parthian to serve her turn can send, Or else the rich Arabians, that dyp their arrows end In poison tronge: the joyce of all Medea oh to does wring, That underneath the frozen poale In swe In land does Spring. Whose noble state Hircinus wood do the high enhance and rear. Or what the plea au ̄ to soil does yield in prime of smiling vere, When nature byddes the bird begin her shrouding nest to build, Or when the chursyshe Boreas blast sharp winter hath exiled, The trim array of branch and bough to cloth the naked tree, And every thing with bitter could of snow con ealed be. In any pestilent flower on stalk of any herb does grow, Or noisome joyce does lie in rot ten writhen rotes allow, Hath any force in breading bane, those takes she in her hand. Sum plagye herbs did Athos yeald that mount of Thessayle land. And other Pindus roches hie and sum upon the top Of Pingeus, but tender twyggs the cruel sith did l pp: These Tigris river noryshte up, that chokes his whyrlpoale deep With stronger stream. Danubius those in fostering wave did keep. Those did Hidaspus minister, who by the parching zone With luck warm silver channel runes, so rich with precious stone. And Bethis son, who gave the name unto his country great, And with his shallow fourd against the Spanish seas does Beatrice This herb abided the edge of knife in danwnynge of the day Or Phebus face gan peep, bedecte with glyttryng golden spray His slender stalk was snepped of in deep of sylent night, His corn was cropped, while she with charm her po sned nails did dight. She chops the deadly herbs, & wrings the squesed clottered blood Of serpents out: & filthy birds of irksome miry mud: She tempers with the same and eake: She brays the heart of owl Foreshowing death with glaring eyes and moping visage foul Of shr ke oule hoarse alive she takes the dirty stinking guts, All these the framer of this feat in dyuers percels puts. This hath in it devouring force of greedy spoiling flame, The frozen eysye dulling could engenders by the same. She chants on those y e magic vers, that works no lesser harm, With bustling From ̄ tickelie she stamps, and ceases not to charm. ¶such as are made for kings to die, False tram truss gifts. ¶ Medea thou that dost so soar king Pelops land annoy, Twine hence in hast thy forward foot, at all assays depart To any other kind of coast. ¶No hope does in aduersytye the way to escape assign.