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 | Hippolytus, Medea, Agamemnon, Herculas Oetaeus |  |
Deianira, Chorus.
Oh wretch, O carefull wight,
What mischiefe may it be wherwith thou art so sore affright.
Dei.
The shirt with Nessus bane imbrewde no soner hence was sent,
And wretched woman that I am toth closet strayght Iwent.
(My mynd mistrusts I knowe not what, and treason doth surmyse)
And Nessus by the heate bewrayed, that faynted was the bloud:
The God foreshewed that here the force of all the treason stoode:
For by good hap the fomy glede no foggy clowde doth dim
But with ful power of burning beames he shyned blasing brim.
Scant yet I can for feeble feare vnlocke my fastned iawes,
The scorching heate doth deye away, and vp by force it drawes
The soaked bloud that beyng layed amid the frying flame
And boyling heate of shyning sonne did shrinke before the same:
Wherein the shyrt was steepe, and all the royall robe imbrewde:
I cannot shew the villany wherwith it was indewde:
For as the Easterne wynd doth force the winter snow to melt,
Or lukewarme South when in the spring frō Mimas mount they swelt
As Lucas els that fronters on Ionian sea, a land
Doth breake the waue the beaten surge lies foaming on the strand
Or by the warmth of heauenly heat the frankinsence doth drop
So all the venim wastes away, and melteth euery croppe.
And while I wonder stil hereon the wonder shrynkes away
But with a froath it spottes the ground, and there the poyson lay,
It rotts the cloth: my woman boalne and sweld doth follow me,
And shakes her head, my sonne as one astonished I see:
And hying hether all in hast declare what newes ye bring.
Alas
through all my quiveryng ioyntes a running feare doth rest,
My staryng hayre standes stiffe vpright and in my quaking breast
Deepe terrour dwelles, and eake my hart, with dread amazde doth pant,
With swelling vaynes my liuer beates, as when the wynd doth want
Asswagd in calmy day, and yet the raging Seas do rore
Whose wrastling waues were rais'd aloft by Southren blastes before.
So yet my wits be tocksicate, although my feare be gone:
Thus God turmoyles vs when he meanes to cloy th'unhappy one.
Thus prowd attempts be dasht at length,
Ch.
My staryng hayre standes stiffe vpright and in my quaking breast
Deepe terrour dwelles, and eake my hart, with dread amazde doth pant,
With swelling vaynes my liuer beates, as when the wynd doth want
Asswagd in calmy day, and yet the raging Seas do rore
Whose wrastling waues were rais'd aloft by Southren blastes before.
So yet my wits be tocksicate, although my feare be gone:
Thus God turmoyles vs when he meanes to cloy th'unhappy one.
Thus prowd attempts be dasht at length,
Oh wretch, O carefull wight,
What mischiefe may it be wherwith thou art so sore affright.
Dei.
The shirt with Nessus bane imbrewde no soner hence was sent,
And wretched woman that I am toth closet strayght Iwent.
(My mynd mistrusts I knowe not what, and treason doth surmyse)
And Nessus by the heate bewrayed, that faynted was the bloud:
The God foreshewed that here the force of all the treason stoode:
For by good hap the fomy glede no foggy clowde doth dim
But with ful power of burning beames he shyned blasing brim.
Scant yet I can for feeble feare vnlocke my fastned iawes,
The scorching heate doth deye away, and vp by force it drawes
The soaked bloud that beyng layed amid the frying flame
And boyling heate of shyning sonne did shrinke before the same:
Wherein the shyrt was steepe, and all the royall robe imbrewde:
I cannot shew the villany wherwith it was indewde:
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Or lukewarme South when in the spring frō Mimas mount they swelt
As Lucas els that fronters on Ionian sea, a land
Doth breake the waue the beaten surge lies foaming on the strand
Or by the warmth of heauenly heat the frankinsence doth drop
So all the venim wastes away, and melteth euery croppe.
And while I wonder stil hereon the wonder shrynkes away
But with a froath it spottes the ground, and there the poyson lay,
It rotts the cloth: my woman boalne and sweld doth follow me,
And shakes her head, my sonne as one astonished I see:
And hying hether all in hast declare what newes ye bring.
| Hippolytus, Medea, Agamemnon, Herculas Oetaeus | |