NURSE

My Ladies heavy voice me thought, Within my listening ears gan sound. And snaylish age in going soft, Unto his thews is not ybounde. Oh piteous wretch, in vain, alas in vain Thou callest upon thy father's senseless sprite: In whom, God wot, there does no care remain Of mortal brood, that here does take delight. Shall he, think you, assuage your sorry cheer, Or shape you forth some sleight, t'appall your pain, That could prefer, before his Brittan dear, Imperial throne, a strange begotten swain? And with incestiall love benumbed quite His brother Germanicks daughter that could plight, And join to him in solemn marriage rites, With woeful, and unlucky lovers lights? Here sprang the roale of hurly burly great, Here beastly venomous slaughter gan to sweat, Here wily treasons trains appeared first, Here rules desire, and brutish bloody thirst. Sillanus first Prince Claudius son in law, A bloody mangled offering fallen we saw, That in your graces Hymaeneal bed, Y matched with you, he might not couch his head. Oh monstrous slaughter, worthy endless blame: In stead of gift unto that wanton dame, A Carcase cold poor soul, and cureless corpse, Sillane was given against his will perforce. And falsely then attached of traitors crime As one conspiring death in Claudius time, With loathsome streaks spewde out upon the wall, He all bedashed your father's princely hall. Eft stepped into servile Palace stroke, To filthy vices lore, one easily broke. Of Devilish wicked wit this Princocks proud: By stepdame's wile prince Claudius Son auoude. Whom deadly dam did bloody match ylight: And Thee, against thy will, for fear did plight. Through which success this Dame of courage fine, Durst venture, mighty Jove to undermine. Who can so many cursed kinds report Of wicked Hope's, and acts, in any sort, Or such a woman's glossed guiles can name, That raumpes at rule, by all degrees of shame? Then holy sacred zeal put out of grace, His staggering steps, directed forth apace. And stern Erinnis in with deadly steps, To Claudius Court, all desert left yleps. And with his driry drakes of Stygian fort, Hath quite distainde the sacred princely port. And raging riven in twain both nature's lore, And right to wrongs misseshapen form hath tore. That haughty minded dame first gave his make, A deadly poisoned cup, his thirst to slake. Straight ways again through vile unkindly touch, His Nero caused with him in hell to couch. And Thee, unhappy Britt, in all that broil, Till that of breath, and life he did despoil, Thilk greedy bloody tyrant never stent: Whose doleful death, for aye we may lament. Ere while, unto the world the star that shone, And was the stay of princely court alone, Now lo, light ashes easily pufte aforne, And grisly ghost to graven with Torch born. Whom blessed Babe, thy stepdame did lament: Nor from his gushing tears, did scarce relent, When as she gave eke trim appointed part, And goodly portraide limbs with nature's art, Of flaming stack to be devoured quite, And saw the scorching fervent fire in sighed Thy naked joints to rauyne up a pace And Like the flittering God thy comely face. The hidden sacred vain that moves swift, Which fantasy we call by secret drift, When we do take our rest, does show again, The things both good and bade that broil in brain. You marvel that you saw your make, and bower, His goastly funeral stacks, at that same hour, Round clasped close in arms of husband new: Hereto, the beaten breasts with hands moved you, And maidens hear, on marriage day displayed: Octavia's friends with heavy hearts, bewrayed, Amids his brother's booth, and father's hall Their heavy cheer, for his unlucky fallen. That dreadful blazing flame of fire foreborne In Agryppinas hands, your grace before, Which you did follow straight, declares renown To you, though envy strive to keep it down: The seat you saw beneath, does promise you Your state to stand full sure, not changing new: That Nero prince in Crispins throat did hide His sword, it tells that he in peace shall bide, Unknown to bloody ruthful war for aye. Therefore, madame, pluck up your heart, I pray: Receive both mirth, and glee, cast fear aside, With joy, and ease you may in bower abide. Alas what day shall rid of pain, With care your well nigh wasted heart? This talk good Madame set apart. The down soft easy God shall give, Your troubled mind, a time, I trust, More sweet than ever you did live. With feuell fair, as one content, And glossed face, but only please Your man, and make, he will relent. Let not your ragious mind so walk, But do compress your moody talk. That power you, nature granted not at all. Nay rather cause your angry moody make, With souple cheer his fury for to slake. Nay, safe that you may live and issue bear: Your father's ancient court for to repair. Yet let the cities love unto your grace, Your troubled mind confirm but for a space. Of mighty power the people have be aye. He will respect his lawful wedded wife. Of no man she esteemed. She can not truly yet of wyfehoode crake. His youthful heat at first in filthy love, With lusty, crusty pangs does boil above: Thylke courage quickly coolde in lust apace As vapour soon extinct in flame, gives place. But holy, loving, chaste unspot spouse, His love endureth aye with S worser vows. That wanton first that there durst couch his head, And tumbling stained quite your spousal bed, And being but your maid hath ruled long, His sovereign Lord, with beauty's grace bestong, That pranked Paramour pert shall croutch with pain, When she your grace shall see preferred again. For Poppy subject is, and meek of spright, And now begins his goastly tombs to dight: Whereby she closely granting does bewray, His secret hidden fear eke other day. That swift, unconstant, double winged lad, With clout, before his blinded eyes, clad, That fickle brained God, unhappy boy, Shall leave his in the amid of all his joy: Although for beauty bright the bell she bear, And goodly glistering garments new she wear, And now do vaunt his self in gorgeous géere, She shall not long enjoy this gladsome cheer. Be not dismayed, Madame, for such Like pain, The Queen of Gods was forced to sustain, When to eke pleasant shape the heavenly guide, And sire of Gods yturnde, from skies did glide. The swan's white wings, to see how they could fadge He did on him, and cuckolds bullish badge. That God shone bright in golden rainy shower, To Danaes breast through top of fortred tower. The twinkling stars, the twins of Laeda bright, Whom Pollux some, and Castor call aright, In large and ample space of starry scope, With crystal glimmering faces shine wide open. And Semeles son, whom Bacchus we do call, In heavenly byrthright does himself ystall. And, Hercules that puissant champion stout, His sturdy brawns his Hebe winds about. Nor once regards how goddess Juno fare: Whose lowering stepdame now she is yframde, That while on earth his prowess he did declare, Against that marriage, aye, was soar inflamed. Yet lo his wise, and closely couched grief, Debonair face, obeisance to his léefe, Caused him, at length his mind for to remove, Through mortal fears estraungde from Juno's love. And now that mighty heavenly goddess great, No more dreaded of mortal strumpets feat, Aloft alone in cloudy bower contents The thundering Lord which now to his relents. Nor now with earthly ladies beauty bright Y fired, leaves his starry specked right. Now Madame, sith on earth your pour is pight, And have on earth Queen Juno's princely place, And sister are, and wife to Neros grace, Your wondrous restless dolours great appease. Let be, Madame, with tears your face to dight: Ne so renew your bitter wailing joust: Cease troubling now, your parents piteous spright, That paid hath the price of raging lust.