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AGAMEMNON. CASSANDRA.
At Troy so was it wont to bee.
AG.
Let vs to Th'alters worship gyue.
C.
At Th'alters died my sire:
A.
Pray wee to Ioue.
C.
To Ioue whose grace diuine doth me inspire?
AG.
Dost thou suppose that Troy thou seest?
C.
And Priam eke I see.
AG.
Troy is not heere.
C.
where Helen is there take I Troy to bee,
AG.
Feare not as maide to serue thy dame.
C.
Nay fredome draweth ny.
AG.
Take thou no thought how thou shalt liue.
C.
All cares for to defy,
Death giues a courage vnto mee.
AG.
Yet say I once agayne
There is no daunger left, whereby thou mightest hurt sustayne.
CA.
But yet much troublous daūger doth hong ouer thy head I wot.
AG.
What mischiefe may a victor dread?
CA.
Euen yt hee dreadeth not.
AG.
Yee trusty meny of my men come cary her away,
Till of the spryte shee ryd her selfe, least fury force her say
That may be preiudiciall, her tongue she cannot frame.
To thee O Father flinging forth the lightnings flasshing flame,
That dost disperse the cloudes, and rule the course of euery starre,
And guyde the Globe of Earth, to whom the boottes woon by warre
With triumphe victors dedicate: to thee O Iuno hight
The syster deare of doughty Ioue, (thy husband full of might)
Both I and Greece with flesh and bloude, and eke our vowed beast,
And gorgious gyftes of Arabie, giue worship to thy hest.
At
length I doe arryue agayne vppon my natiue soyle:
God saue thee O deare loued Lande, to thee so huge a spoyle
So many barbarous people yeelde: the flowre of Asia, Troy:
To beare thy yoake submits her selfe, that longe did liue in ioy.
Why doth this Prophet (on the grounde her sprawling body layde)
Thus reele and stagger on her necke, all trembling and dismayde?
Sirs, take her vp, with Lycour warme let her bee chearished.
Now peepes she vp agayne, with drouping eyes sonke in her head:
Plucke vp thy spryte, heere is the porte wisht for in misery:
This day is festiuall.
CAS.
God saue thee O deare loued Lande, to thee so huge a spoyle
So many barbarous people yeelde: the flowre of Asia, Troy:
To beare thy yoake submits her selfe, that longe did liue in ioy.
Why doth this Prophet (on the grounde her sprawling body layde)
Thus reele and stagger on her necke, all trembling and dismayde?
Sirs, take her vp, with Lycour warme let her bee chearished.
Now peepes she vp agayne, with drouping eyes sonke in her head:
Plucke vp thy spryte, heere is the porte wisht for in misery:
This day is festiuall.
At Troy so was it wont to bee.
AG.
Let vs to Th'alters worship gyue.
C.
At Th'alters died my sire:
A.
Pray wee to Ioue.
C.
To Ioue whose grace diuine doth me inspire?
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Dost thou suppose that Troy thou seest?
C.
And Priam eke I see.
AG.
Troy is not heere.
C.
where Helen is there take I Troy to bee,
AG.
Feare not as maide to serue thy dame.
C.
Nay fredome draweth ny.
AG.
Take thou no thought how thou shalt liue.
C.
All cares for to defy,
Death giues a courage vnto mee.
AG.
Yet say I once agayne
There is no daunger left, whereby thou mightest hurt sustayne.
CA.
But yet much troublous daūger doth hong ouer thy head I wot.
AG.
What mischiefe may a victor dread?
CA.
Euen yt hee dreadeth not.
AG.
Yee trusty meny of my men come cary her away,
Till of the spryte shee ryd her selfe, least fury force her say
That may be preiudiciall, her tongue she cannot frame.
To thee O Father flinging forth the lightnings flasshing flame,
That dost disperse the cloudes, and rule the course of euery starre,
And guyde the Globe of Earth, to whom the boottes woon by warre
With triumphe victors dedicate: to thee O Iuno hight
The syster deare of doughty Ioue, (thy husband full of might)
Both I and Greece with flesh and bloude, and eke our vowed beast,
And gorgious gyftes of Arabie, giue worship to thy hest.
| Hippolytus, Medea, Agamemnon, Herculas Oetaeus | |