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 | Hippolytus, Medea, Agamemnon, Herculas Oetaeus |  |
Nutrix. Medea.
O wretch if thou desire,
What measure ought to payse thy wrath then learne by Cupids fire,
To hate as sore as thou didst loue, shall I not them anoy
That doe vnite in spousall bed, theyr wanton lust t'enioy?
Shall Phœbus fiery footed horse goe lodge in western waue
The drowping day, that late I did with humble crowching craue,
And with such ernest busie suite so hardly graunted was?
Shall it depart ere I can bring my deuylish dryst to passe?
Whyle houering heauen doth counterpaysed hang with egall space,
Amid the marble Hemispheares, whyle rounde with stinted race,
The gorgeous Sky aboue the Earth doth spinning roll about,
Whyles that the number of the sandes, lyes hid vnserched out,
While dawning day doth keepe his course with Phœbus blase so bright,
While twinkling starres in golden traynes doe garde the slūbry nyght,
While Isle vnder propping poale with whyrling swyng so swift,
The shyning Beares vnbathde about the frosen Sky doe lift,
While flushing floudes the frothy streames to rustling Seas doe send,
To gird them gript with plonging pangues my rage shall neuer end.
With greater heate it shall reboyle, lyke as the brutishe beast,
Whose tyranny most horrible, exceedeth all the rest,
What greedy gaping whyrle poole wide what parlous gulph vnmilde,
What Sylla coucht in roring Rockes, or what Charybdes wylde,
(That Sicill, and Ionium Sea by frothy waues doth sup)
What Ætna bolking stifling flames, and dusky vapours vp,
(Whose heauy payse wt stewing heate doth smoldring crush beneath
Encelades, that fiery flakes from choked throte doth breath)
Can with such dreadfull menaces in sweeting fury fry?
No ryuer swift no troubled surge of stormy Sea so hye,
Nor sturdy seas (whom ruffling winds with raging force to rore)
Nor puissaunt flash of fyre, whose might by boystrous blast is more,
May byde my angers violence: my fury shall it foyle:
His court Ile ouer hourle, and lay it leauell with the soyle.
My Iasons heart did quake for feare of Creon cruell king.
And least the king of Thessaly would warre vpon him bring.
But loyall loue that hardens hearts makes no man be afright.
But beete, that he conuict hath yeelde himselfe to Creons might.
Yet once hee might haue visited, and come to me his wyfe,
To talke, and take his last farewell, if daunger of his life
In doing this (hard harted wretch most cruell) he should feare,
He being Creons sonne in law, for him it lefull were,
To haue proroged somwhat yet my heauy banishment,
To take my leaue of chyldren twayne one onely day is lent:
Yet doe I not complayne, as though the time to short I thought,
As proofe shall playne pronounce, to day, to day, it shall bee wrought,
The memory whereof no tract of time shall wype away.
With malice bent agaynst the Gods my wrath shall them assay:
And rifling euery thing, both good, and bad, I will turmoyle.
NV.
Madame thy minde that troubled is, and tost with such abroyle
Of swarming ills, thy vexed breast now set at rest agayne,
The peuish fond affections all of troubled mynde refrayne.
ME.
Then onely can I be at rest, when euery thing I see
Throwne headlong topsie turuey downe to ruthfull ende with mee.
With mee let all things cleane decay: thy selfe if thou doe spill,
Thou maist driue to destruction what els with thee thou will:
NV.
If in this folly stiffe thou stand, beholde what after clappes
Are to bee fearde, none dare contriue for Prynces trayning trappes.
Why
trotst thou fisking in and out so rash from place to place?
Stand styll, and of thyne eger wrath suppresse the ruthfull race,
The rigour rough of ramping rage from burning breast out cast,
As Bacchus bedlem priestes that of his spryte haue felt the blast,
Run franticke, hoyting vp and downe with scitish wayward wits,
Not knowing any place of rest, so prickt with frowarde fits,
On cloudy top of Pindus Mounte all hyd with Snow so chyll:
Or els vpon the lofty riddge of braunched Nisa hyll:
Thus starting still with frounced mynde she walters to and froe,
The signes pronouncing proofe of pangues her frensy Face doth show
With glowing cheekes, and bloud red Face with short & gasping breath,
Shee fetcheth deepe ascending sighes from sobbing heart beneath,
Now blyth she smiles, ech tūbled thought in pondring braine she beats,
Now standes she in a mammering, now myschiefe sore she threats.
With chafing fume she burnes in wrath, and nowe she doth cōplayne,
With blubbering teares a fresh byliue shee weepes & wayles agayne.
Where will this lumpish loade of cares with headlong sway allight?
On whom entendeth shee to worke the threates of her despight?
Where will this huge tempestious surge slake downe it selfe agayne?
Enkindled fury new in breast begins to boyle a mayne.
Shee secretly entendes no mischiefe small nor meane of sise
To passe her selfe in wickednes her busy braynes deuise.
The token olde of pinching ire full well ere this know I:
Some haynous, huge, outragious great, and dredfull storme is nye:
Her firy, scowling, steaming Eyes, her hanging Groyne I see,
Her powting, puffed, frowning Face, that signes of freating bee.
O myghty Ioue beguile my feare.
ME.
Stand styll, and of thyne eger wrath suppresse the ruthfull race,
The rigour rough of ramping rage from burning breast out cast,
As Bacchus bedlem priestes that of his spryte haue felt the blast,
Run franticke, hoyting vp and downe with scitish wayward wits,
Not knowing any place of rest, so prickt with frowarde fits,
On cloudy top of Pindus Mounte all hyd with Snow so chyll:
Or els vpon the lofty riddge of braunched Nisa hyll:
Thus starting still with frounced mynde she walters to and froe,
The signes pronouncing proofe of pangues her frensy Face doth show
With glowing cheekes, and bloud red Face with short & gasping breath,
Shee fetcheth deepe ascending sighes from sobbing heart beneath,
Now blyth she smiles, ech tūbled thought in pondring braine she beats,
Now standes she in a mammering, now myschiefe sore she threats.
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With blubbering teares a fresh byliue shee weepes & wayles agayne.
Where will this lumpish loade of cares with headlong sway allight?
On whom entendeth shee to worke the threates of her despight?
Where will this huge tempestious surge slake downe it selfe agayne?
Enkindled fury new in breast begins to boyle a mayne.
Shee secretly entendes no mischiefe small nor meane of sise
To passe her selfe in wickednes her busy braynes deuise.
The token olde of pinching ire full well ere this know I:
Some haynous, huge, outragious great, and dredfull storme is nye:
Her firy, scowling, steaming Eyes, her hanging Groyne I see,
Her powting, puffed, frowning Face, that signes of freating bee.
O myghty Ioue beguile my feare.
O wretch if thou desire,
What measure ought to payse thy wrath then learne by Cupids fire,
To hate as sore as thou didst loue, shall I not them anoy
That doe vnite in spousall bed, theyr wanton lust t'enioy?
Shall Phœbus fiery footed horse goe lodge in western waue
The drowping day, that late I did with humble crowching craue,
And with such ernest busie suite so hardly graunted was?
Shall it depart ere I can bring my deuylish dryst to passe?
Whyle houering heauen doth counterpaysed hang with egall space,
Amid the marble Hemispheares, whyle rounde with stinted race,
The gorgeous Sky aboue the Earth doth spinning roll about,
Whyles that the number of the sandes, lyes hid vnserched out,
While dawning day doth keepe his course with Phœbus blase so bright,
While twinkling starres in golden traynes doe garde the slūbry nyght,
While Isle vnder propping poale with whyrling swyng so swift,
The shyning Beares vnbathde about the frosen Sky doe lift,
While flushing floudes the frothy streames to rustling Seas doe send,
To gird them gript with plonging pangues my rage shall neuer end.
With greater heate it shall reboyle, lyke as the brutishe beast,
Whose tyranny most horrible, exceedeth all the rest,
What greedy gaping whyrle poole wide what parlous gulph vnmilde,
What Sylla coucht in roring Rockes, or what Charybdes wylde,
(That Sicill, and Ionium Sea by frothy waues doth sup)
What Ætna bolking stifling flames, and dusky vapours vp,
(Whose heauy payse wt stewing heate doth smoldring crush beneath
Encelades, that fiery flakes from choked throte doth breath)
Can with such dreadfull menaces in sweeting fury fry?
No ryuer swift no troubled surge of stormy Sea so hye,
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Nor puissaunt flash of fyre, whose might by boystrous blast is more,
May byde my angers violence: my fury shall it foyle:
His court Ile ouer hourle, and lay it leauell with the soyle.
My Iasons heart did quake for feare of Creon cruell king.
And least the king of Thessaly would warre vpon him bring.
But loyall loue that hardens hearts makes no man be afright.
But beete, that he conuict hath yeelde himselfe to Creons might.
Yet once hee might haue visited, and come to me his wyfe,
To talke, and take his last farewell, if daunger of his life
In doing this (hard harted wretch most cruell) he should feare,
He being Creons sonne in law, for him it lefull were,
To haue proroged somwhat yet my heauy banishment,
To take my leaue of chyldren twayne one onely day is lent:
Yet doe I not complayne, as though the time to short I thought,
As proofe shall playne pronounce, to day, to day, it shall bee wrought,
The memory whereof no tract of time shall wype away.
With malice bent agaynst the Gods my wrath shall them assay:
And rifling euery thing, both good, and bad, I will turmoyle.
NV.
Madame thy minde that troubled is, and tost with such abroyle
Of swarming ills, thy vexed breast now set at rest agayne,
The peuish fond affections all of troubled mynde refrayne.
ME.
Then onely can I be at rest, when euery thing I see
Throwne headlong topsie turuey downe to ruthfull ende with mee.
With mee let all things cleane decay: thy selfe if thou doe spill,
Thou maist driue to destruction what els with thee thou will:
NV.
If in this folly stiffe thou stand, beholde what after clappes
Are to bee fearde, none dare contriue for Prynces trayning trappes.
| Hippolytus, Medea, Agamemnon, Herculas Oetaeus | |