MEGAERA

go forth thou de estable spright, And vex the goddꝭ of wicked house with rage of furies might. Let them contend with all oh fence, by turns and one by one Let Swords be drawn: and mean of ire procure there may be none, Nor shame: let fury blind inflame their minds and wrathful will, Let yet the parentꝭ rage endure, and longer lasting ill, Through childrens children spread: nor you let any leisure be The former fault to hate, but Still more mischief new to see, Nor one in one: but ere the guilt with vengeante be acquit, Increase the crime: from brother proud let rule of hyngdome flyt, To runagat S: and swerving state of all unstable things, Let it by doubtful dome be toste, between thuncertayne kings. Let mighty fallen to misery, and myser climb to might, Let chance turn thempyre up so down both give and take the right. The banished for guilt, wh n God restore their country shall, Let them to mischief fallen a Fresh: as hateful then to all, As to them selves: let Ire think nought unlawful to be done. Let brother dread the brother's wrath, and father fear the soon, And eke the soon his parentꝭ pour. let babes be murdered ill, But worse begotten: her spouse betrapt in treasons train to kill, Let hateful wife await. and let them bear through seas their war, Let blood shed lie the landꝭ about and every field afar: And over conquering captains great, of countries' far to see, Let Lust triumph: in wicked house let whoordome con worser be The lightest offence: let trust that in the breastꝭ of bre hern breeds, And truth be gone: let not from sighed of your so heinous deeds The heavens be hid, about the poale when shine the starts on hie, And flames with wonted beams oflight do deck the painted sky. Let darkest night be made, and let the day the heavens forsake. Dysturbe the goddꝭ of wicked house, hate, slaughter, murder make. Fill up the house of Tantalus with mischiefs and debates. Idorned be the pillars high, with bay and let the gates Be garnished green: and worthy there for thy return to sight, Be kindled fire: let mischief done in Thraciam onse, there light More manifold. wherefore doth yet the uncle's hand delay? Doth yet Tyestes not be wail his childrens fatal day? Shall he not find them where with heat of fires that under glow The cawdern boils? their lymmꝭ eke one a pieces let them go Dysperste: let father's fires, with blood of children filed be: Let dainties such be dressed: it is no mischief new to thee, To banquet so: behold, this day we have to the releaste, And hunger starved womb of thine we send to such a feast. With foulest food thy famine fill, let blood in wine be drowned, And drunk in sight of thee: lo now such dishes have I found, S thou wou st shun. stay whither dost thou dlong way now take? disturb thou First this house with dire discord: Debates and battles bring with thee, and of the unhappy sword Ill love to kings: the cruel breast strike through and hateful heart, With tumult mad. I follow thee: through all this house now rage and fury throw. Let them be driven so, and so let either thirst to see Eke others blood. full well hath elte the coming in of thee This house: and all with wicked touch of the begun to quake. Enough it is. repair again to denns and loathsome lake, Of flood well known. the sad soil with heavy foot of thine Aggrieved is. seest thou from Springs how waters do decline And inward sink? or how the banks lie void by droughty heat? And whotter blast of firy wind the fewer clouds doth beat? The treese be spoyllde, and naked stand to sighed in withered woods, The barayne bows whose fruits are fled: the land between the floodds, With surge of seas on either syd that wonted to resound, And nearer fords to separate sometime with lesser ground, Now broader spread, it hears how aloof the waters rise. Now Lerna turns against the stream, Phoronides likewise, His poares be stop e. with customde course Alpheus drives not still, His holly wau S. the trembling tops of high Cithaeron hill, They stand not sure: from height adown they shake their silver snow, And noble fields of Argos fear, their former drought to know. Yea Titan doubts him self, to roll the world his wonted way, And driven by force to former course The backward drawing day.