No, we should not offend the lawe of kinde
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If now this sword of ours did slay thee here:
For thou hast murdered him, whose henious death
Even nature's force doth move us to revenge
By bloud againe: and justice forceth us
To measure death for death, thy due desert.
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If now this sword of ours did slay thee here:
For thou hast murdered him, whose henious death
Even nature's force doth move us to revenge
By bloud againe: and justice forceth us
To measure death for death, thy due desert.
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The Order and Signification the Domme Shewe before the thirde Act.
First, the musicke flutes began playe, during which
came upon the stage company mourners all
clad blacke, betokening death and sorrowe ensue
upon the advised misgovernement and discention brethrene, befell upon the murder Ferrer, his
gonger brother. After the mourners had passed thryse
about the stage, they departed, and then the musicke ceased.
ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA.
GoR BoDUc. EUBULUs. Ross Us. PHILANDER. NUNTI Us,
Gorboduc, cruell fates, mindful wrath goddes,
Whose vengeance neither Simois stayned streames Flowing with bloud Trojan princes slaine;
Nor Phrygian fieldes made ranck with corpses dead
Of Asian kinges and lordes can yet appease, Ne slaughter unhappie Pryam's race,
Nor Ilions fall made levell with the soile,
Can yet suffise but still continued rage
Pursues our lyves, and from the farthest seas
Doth chase the issues destroied Troye.
Oh man happie till his ende seene’ any flowing wealth and seemynge joye
present yeres might make happy wight, Happie was Hecuba, the wonderfullest wretch
That ever lyved make myrrour
And happie Pryam with his noble sonnes,
And happie till nowe. Alas, see
And feele my most unhappie wretchednessel Beholde, my lordes, read this letter here,
Loe conteins the ruine our realme, timelie spede provide not hastie helpe.
Yet, (O goddes,) ever wofull kyng
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[ACT III.
Might move ye, kings of kinges, wreke it on me And on my sonnes, not on this giltlesse realme.
Send downe your wasting flames from wrathfull skies, To reve me and my sonnes the hateful breath.
Read, read my lordes: this is the matter why I called ye nowe, to have your good advyse.
The letter from Dordan the counsellour of the elder prince.
My soveraigne lord, [Eubulus readeth the letter. what I am loth to write
But lothest am to see, that I am forced
By letters nowe to make you understande.
My lord Ferrex, your eldest sonne, misledde By traitorous fraude of yong untempred wittes, Assembleth force agaynst your yonger sonne,
Ne can my counsell yet withdrawe the heate And furious panges of his enflamed head:
Disdaine (saith he) of his disheritance,
Armes him to wreke the great pretended wrong *
With civyll sword upon his brother's life.
If present helpe do not restraine this rage,
This flame will wast your sonnes, your land and you.
Your majesty's faithfull, and most humble subject, Dordan.
Arostus, O king, appease your griefe and stay your plaint.
Great is the matter and a wofull case;
But timely knowledge may bring timely helpe.
Send for them both unto your presence here: The reverence of your honour, age, and state,
Your grave advice, the awe of father's name Shall quicklie knit agayne this broken peace:
And if in either of my lordes your sonnes Be suche untamed and unyelding pride
As will not bende unto your noble hestes”;
* i. e. intended wrong. See note 48 to the Jew of Malta, vol. VIII. where various instances of the use of pretend for intend given,
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FERREX AND PORREX. 143
If Ferrex th’ elder sonne can bear no peere, Or Porrex not content, aspire to more
Than you him gave above his native right, Joyne with the juster side; so shall you force Them to agree, and holde the lande in stay.
Eubulus. What meaneth this 7 loe yonder comes in hast
Philander from my lord your yonger sonne. Gorboduc, The goddes sende joyful newes?
Philander. The mightie Jove Preserve your majestie, O noble king.
Gorboduc. Philander, welcome : but how doth my sonne 7
Philander. Your sonne, sir, lyves and healthie I him left:
But yet (O king) this want of lustfull health Could not be halfe so griefefull to your grace,
As these most wretched tidynges that I bryng.
Gorboduc, O heavens, yet more? no ende of woes to me?
Philander. Tyndar, O king, came lately from the COUlrt
Of Ferrex, to my lord your yonger sonne, And made reporte of great prepared store
For warre, and sayth that it is wholly ment Agaynst Porrex, for high disdayne that he
Lyves now a king and egall in degree
With him, that claimeth to succede the whole, As by due title of discending right.
Porrex is nowe so set on flaming fire,
Partely with kindled rage of cruell wrath, Partely with hope to gaine a realme thereby,
That he in hast prepareth to invade
His brother's land, and with unkindely warre
Threatens the murder of your elder sonne:
Ne could I him perswade that first he should Send to his brother to demaunde the cause:
Nor yet to you to staie this hateful strife. Wherefore sith there no more I can be hearde,
*
I come myselfe now to enforme your grace,
144 FER REx-AND POR REX's [ACT III.
And to beseche you, as you love the life
And safetie of your children and your realme, Now to employ your wisdome and your force To staye this mischiefe ere it be too late.
Gorboduc. Are they in armes? would he not sende to me?
Is this the honour of a father's name 2
In vain we travaile to asswage their mindes,
As if their hartes, whom neither brother's love,
Nor father's awe, nor kingdomes care can move, Our counsells could withdrawe from raging heat.
Jove slay them both, and end the cursed line ! . For though perhappes feare of such mightie force
As I, my lordes, joyned with your noble aides, Maye yet raise, shall represse their present heate,
The secret grudge and malice will remayne:
The fire not quenched, but kept in close restraint Fedde still within, breakes forth with double flame. Their death and myne must peaze” the angrie gods,
Philander. Yelde, not, O king, so much to weake dispeire;
Your sonnes yet lyve, and long I trust they shall. If fates had taken you from earthly life,
Before beginning of this civyll strife,
Perhaps your sonnes, in their unmaistered youth, Loose from regarde of any lyvyng wight,
Would runne on headlong, with unbridled race To their owne death, and ruine of this realme:
But sith the gods that have the care for kinges, Of thinges and times dispose the order so .
That in your life this kindled flame breakes forth, While yet your lyse, your wisdome and your power May stay the growing mischiefe, and represse
The fierie blaze of their inkindled heate,
It seemes, and so ye ought to deeme thereof, That lovyng Jove hath tempred so the time
*peaze. ] i. e. appease. S.
It is used in the same way in the first scene of the next act. The printer of the copy of 1590, perhaps, not thinking that it would be understood, printed it appease. C.
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FER REX AND POR REX. 14. 5
Of this debate to happen in your dayes, That you yet lyving may the same appeaze,
And adde it to the glory of your age”,
And they your sonnes may learne to live in peace.
Beware (O. king) the greatest harme of all,
Lest by your waylefull plaints your hastened death
Yelde large roume unto their growing rage : * Preserve your life, the onely hope of stay:
And if your highnes herein list to use
Wisdome or force, counsell or knightly aide, Loewe, our persons, powers, and lyves are yours; Use us tyll death, O king, we are your owne.
Eubulus. Loe here the perill that was erst foresene,
When you (O. king) did first devide your lande, And yelde your present reigne unto your sonnes.
But now (O noble prince) now is no time
To waile and plaine, and wast your wofull life, Now is the time for present good advise,
Sorow doth darke the judgement of the wytte; “The hart unbroken and the courage free “From feble faintenesse of bootelesse despeire “Doth either ryse to safetie or renowne,
“By noble valure of unvanquisht minde,
“Or yet doth perishe in more happy sort. ”
Your grace may send to either of your sonnes Some one both wise and noble personage,
Which with good counsell and with weightie name Of father shall present before their eyes
Your hest, your life, your safetie, and their owne; The present mischiefe of their deadly strife:
And in the while assemble you the force
Which your commaundement and the spedy hast
Of all my lordes here present can prepare: The terrour of your mightie power shall staye
The rage of both, or yet of one at lest.
* your age. ] The second and third editions read, your latter age.
The alteration by Mr. Spence.
* The edit. of 1590 has this line thus:
“Yelde larger roume unto this growing rage;”
which is an improvement of the metre; and so Mr. Hawkins re
printed it in his Origin of the English Drama. C. vol. I.
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146 FERREx AND, POR REx. :
[Act Iv.
Nuntius. O king, the greatest griefe that ever prince dyd heare,
That ever wofull messenger did tell,
That ever wretched land hath sene before
I bryng to you. Porrex your yonger sonne With soden force invaded hath the lande
That you to Ferrex did allotte to rule:
And with his owne most bloudy hand he hath His brother slaine, and doth possesse his realme.
Gorboduc. O heavens send down the flames of your revenge
Destroy, I say, with flash of wreakefull fier
The traitour sonne, and then the wretched sire. But go, that yet perhappes may
Die with revenge, and peaze the hatefull gods.
kingdome knowes no sacred
regarde right,
feare heaven's wrath, goddes, and man's despite. Through blodie slaughter doth prepare the waies,
To fatall scepter and accursed reigne.
The sonne lothes the father's lingering daies, Ne dreades his hand brother's blode staine.
wretched prince, dost thou yet recorde The yet fresh murthers done within the lande
Of thy forefathers, when the cruell sworde
Bereft Morgan his life with cosyn's hand Thus fatall plagues pursue the giltie race,
Whose murderous hand, imbrued with giltlesse blood,
Askes vengeance still before the heavens face, With endlesse mischiefes on the cursed broode.
The wicked childe thus bringes wofull sire The mournefull plaintes wast his very life: Thus the cruell flames civyll fier
Destroy the parted reigne with hatefull strife.
And hence doth spring the well from which doth flow,
The dead black streames mourning, plaints and WOe.
Bereft Morgan life, &c. ] See Act Sc,
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The Order and Signification the Domme Shew before the fourth Act.
First the musick howeboies began playe, during which there came from under the stage, though out hell, three furies, Alecto, Megera, and Ctisiphone, clad blacke garmentes sprinkled with bloud and
flames, their bodies girt with snakes, their heds spred with serpentes stead heire, the one bearing her
hand snake, the other whip, and the third burn ing firebrand; ech driving before them king and
queene, which moved furies unnaturally had slaine their owne children. The names the kings and queenes were these, Tantalus, Medea, Athamas, Ino,
Cambises, Althea;
passed about the stage thrise, they departed, and than
after that the furies and these had
the musick ceased: hereby was signified the unnaturall murders follow, that say, Porrer, slaine his owne mother; and king Gorboduc, and queen
Widena, killed their owne subjects.
ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA. VI DEN sola.
Why should lyve and linger forth my time longer life double my distresse?
me most wofull wight whome mishappe Long ere this day could have bereved hence. Mought not these handes fortune fate Have perst this brest, and life with iron reft
Or this palace here where long
Have spent my daies, could not that happie houre
Once, once have hapt which these hugie frames
With death fall might have oppressed me? Or should not this most hard and cruell soile,
So oft where have prest my wretched steps, Some time had ruthe myne accursed life, To rende twayne and swallow me therein’ So. . . had my bones possessed now peace Their happie grave within the closed grounde,
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148 FER. R. ex A. N. D. POR Rex.
[Act Iv.
And greadie wormes had gnawen this pyned hart Without my feeling payne: so should not now This lyving brest remayne the ruthfull tombe Wherin my hart, yelden to death, is graved;
Nor driery thoughts with panges of pining griefe
My dolefull minde had not afflicted thus.
O my beloved sonne, O my swete childe,
My deare Ferrex, my joye, my lyves delight,
Is my beloved sonne, is my sweete childe,
My deare Ferrex, my joye, my lyves delight Murdred with cruell death? O hatefull wretch,
O heynous traitour both to heaven and earth,
Thou Porrex, thou this damned dede hast wrought,
Thou Porrex, thou shalt dearly bye” the same! Traitour to kinne and kinde, to sire and me,
To thine owne fleshe, and traitour to thyself. The Gods on thee in hell shall wreke the wrath,
And here in earth this hand shall take revenge
On thee Porrex, thou false and caitife wight.
If after bloud so eigre were thy thirst,
And murderous minde had so possessed thee, If such hard hart of rocke and stomie flint
Lived in thy brest, that nothing could like Thy cruel tyrantes thought but death and bloud,
Wilde savage beasts mought not their slaughter serve, To fede thy greedie will, and the middest
Of their entrailes staine thy deadly handes
With blood deserved, and drinke thereof thy fill?
Or nought els but death and bloud man
Mought please thy lust, could none Brittaine land, Whose hart betorne out his panting brest
With thine owne hand, worke what death thou wouldst,
But who the selfe same wombe was wrapped, Where thou dismall hower receivedst life?
Or nedes, nedes thy hand must slaughter make, Moughtest thou not have reached mortall wound,
bye] aby. See Note George Green, vol. III. “Appease,” edit. 1590.
Suffice make sacrifice
That deadly minde and murderous thought thee,
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And with thy sword have pearsed this cursed wombe That the, accursed Porrex, brought to light,
And geven me a just reward therefore?
So, Ferrex, yet sweet life mought have enjoyed
And to his aged father comfort brought, - With some yong sonne in whom they both might live.
But whereunto waste I this ruthfull speche
To thee that hast thy brother's bloud thus shed? . Shall I still thinke that from this wombe thou sprong’
That I thee bare, or take thee for my sonne' No traitour, no : I thee refuse for mine: - Murderer, I thee renounce, thou art not mine. Never, O wretch, this wombe conceived thee,
*Nor never bode I painfull throwes for thee; Changeling to me thou art, and not my childe,
Nor to no wight that spark of pitie knew,
Ruthelesse unkinde, monster of natures worke, * Thou never suckt the milke of woman's brest,
But from thy birth the cruell tigers teates
Have nursed thee, nor yet of fleshe and bloud
Formde is thy hart, but of hard iron wrought; And wilde and desert woods bredde thee to life.
But canst thou hope to scape my just revenge,
Or that these hands will not be wrooke” on thee? Doest thou not know that Ferrex mother lives
That loved him more dearly than herselfe? And doth she live, and is not venged on thee?
ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA SECUNDA.
GoR BoDUc. ARost Us. EUBULUs. Port R. Ex. MARcELLA.
Gorboduc. We marvell much wherto this lingring stay Falles out so long: Porrex unto our court
By order of our letters is returned;
* Nor never bode I, &c. ] bode, from the verb to bide. S.
brest,
Thou never suckt the milke of woman's &c. ]
yerb to wreak. S.
Nec tibi diva parens, generis nec Dardanus auctor, Perfide, sed duris genuitte cautibus horrens
Caucasus, Hyrcanaeque admorunt ubera tigres. VIRGIL.
Revenged,
* wrooke] from the
150 FER REX AND POR Rex.
[Act Iv.
And yet we have no worde whereof he stayes.
Arostus. Lo where he commes, and Eubulus with him. Eubulus. According to your highnesse hest to me
Here have I Porrex brought, even in such sort As from his weried horse he did alight,
For that your grace did will such hast therein.
Gorboduc. We like and praise this spedy will in you To worke the thing that to your charge we gave.
Porrex, if we so farre should swarve from kinde, And from those boundes which lawes of nature sets, As thou hast done by vile and wretched deede
In cruell murder of thy brother's life,
Our present hand could stay no longer time,
And Eubulus receaved from us byhest,
At his arrivall heere to geve him charge Before our presence straight to make repaire,
- But straight should bathe this blade in bloud of thee,
As just revenge of thy detested crime.
No, we should not offend the lawe of kinde
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If now this sword of ours did slay thee here:
For thou hast murdered him, whose henious death
Even nature's force doth move us to revenge
By bloud againe: and justice forceth us
To measure death for death, thy due desert.
Yet sithens thou art our childe, and sith as yet, In this hard case what worde thou canst alledge For thy defence by us hath not bene heard,
We are content to staye our will for that Which justice biddes us presently to worke,
And geve thee leave to use thy speche at full, If ought thou have to lay for thine excuse.
Porrer. Neither, O king, I can or will denie But that this hand from Ferrex life hath reft:
Which fact how much my dolefull hart doth waile, Oh woulde it mought as full appeare to sight
As inward griefe would poure it forth to me:
So yet perhappes if ever ruthefull hart w
Melting in teares within a manly brest, "" Through depe repentance of his bloudy fact, Ifever griefe, ifever wofull man -- . . . . .
2
SC. II. ] FERR EX AND POR REX. 151
Might move regreite with sorrowe of his faulte,
I thinke the torment of my mournefull case
Knowen to your grace, as I do feele the same,
Would force even wrath herselfe to pitie me. But as the water troubled with the mudde
Shewes not the face which els the eye should see, Even so your irefull minde with stirred thought,
Cannot so perfectly discerne my cause.
But this unhappe, amongst so many heapes
I must content me with, most wretched man, That to myselfe I must reserve my woe
In pining thoughtes of mine accursed fact: Since I may not shewe my smallest griefe” Suche as it and my brest endures. Which esteeme the greatest miserie
Of mishehappes that fortune now can send. Not that restin hope with plaint and teares To purchase life: for the Gods clepe”
For true recorde this my faithful speche,
Never this hart shall have the thoughtfull dread
To dye the death that your graces dome By just desert shall pronounced me;
Nor never shall this tongue once spend the speche,
Pardon crave, seeke meane not this though
With care dreadfull death,
Life contempt; but that
Stoupes dread, although the flesh fraile; And for my gilt, yelde the same great
As myselfe
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vaine, wretch thou shewest wofull hart? Ferrex now lyes grave,
Slaine thy hand.
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[ACT Iv.
Porrer. Yet this, O father, heare,
And then I end: Your majestie well knows,
That when my brother Ferrex and my selfe
By your owne hest were joyned in governaunce
I never sought, nor travailled for the same;
Nor by my selfe, nor by no frend I wrought,
But from your highnesse will alone it sprong,
Of your most gracious goodnesse bent to me: But how my brother's hart even then repined, With swollen disdaine against mine egall rule, Seeing that realme, which by discent should grow Wholly to him, allotted halfe to me;
Even in your highnesse court he now remaines, And with my brother then in nearest place
Of this your grace's realme of Brittaine land,
Who can recorde what proofe therof was shewde And how my brother's envious hart appearde:
Yet I that judged it my parte to seeke
His favour and good will, and loth to make
Your highnesse know the thing which should have brought
Grief to your grace, and your offence to him, Hoping my earnest sute should soone have wonne
A loving hart within a brother's brest,
Wrought in that sort, that, for a pledge of love
And faithfull hart, he gave to me his hand. This made me thinke, that he had banisht quite
All rancour from his thought, and bare to me Such hartie love, as I did owe to him.
But after once we left your graces court
And from your highnesse presence lived apart,
This egall rule still, still did grudge him so,
That now those envious sparkes which erst lay rakte In living cinders of dissembling brest,
Kindled so farre within his hart disdaine, That longer could he not refraine from proofe
Of secrete practise to deprive me life
By poyson's force; and had bereft me so,
If mine owne servant hired to this fact,
sc. II. ] FER REX AND POR. R. Ex. 153
And moved by trouth with to work the same,” In time had not bewrayed it unto me.
Whan thus I sawe the knot of love unknitte, All honest league and faithfull promise broke, The law of kinde and trouth thus rent in twaine, His hart on mischiefe set, and in his brest
Black treason hid; then, then did I despeire That ever time could winne him frend to me,
*Then saw I how he smiled with slaying knife Wrapped under cloke, then saw I depe deceite Lurke in his face and death prepared for me: Even nature moved me then to holde my life More deare to me then his, and bad this hand, Since by his life my death must nedes ensue And by his death my life mote be preserved, To shed his bloud, and seeke my safetie so, And wisdome willed me without protract. ”
In speedie wise to put the same in ure”. Thus have I tolde the cause that moved me
To worke my brother's death, and so I yeld
My life, my death, to judgement of your grace.
Gorboduc. Oh cruell wight, should any cause pre vaile
To make thee staine thy hands with brother's bloud!
But what of thee we will resolve to doe,
Shall yet remaine unknowen. Thou in the meane Shalt from our royall presence banisht be,
. Untill our princely pleasure furder shall .
To thee be shewed. Depart therefore our sight,
Accursed childe. What cruel destenie,
* Hate seems omitted in this line : it is furnished by the copy of 1590.
“And moved by troth with hate to woorke the same. ”
The passage is not intelligible without some addition of the
ind. C. I
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slaying
Wrapped under cloke, This image is from Chaucer's Knight's Tale.
v. 2000. Tyrwhitt's Edition:
“The smiler with the knif under the cloke. ” S.
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how he smiled with
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154 FER REx AND POR REX.
[Act 1 v.
What froward fate hath sorted us this chaunce”; That even in those, where we should comfort find, Where our delight now in our aged dayes
Should rest and be even there our only griefe And depest sorrowes to abridge our life,
Most pyning cares and deadly thoughts do grow?
Arostus. Your grace should now in these grave yeres of yours
Have found ere this the price of mortall joyes; How short they be, how fading here in earth,
How full of change, how brittle our estate, Of nothing sure, save onely of the death,
To whom both man and all the world doth owe
Their end at last: neither should nature's power In other sorte against your hart prevaile,
Then as the naked hand whose stroke assayes The armed brest where force doth light in vaine.
Gorboduc. Many can yelde right sage and grave advice
Of patient sprite to others wrapped in woe,
And can in speche both rule and conquere kinde, Who, if by proofe they might feele nature's force, Would shew themselves men as they are indede, Which now wil needes be gods. But what doth meane The sory chere of her that here doth come? '
Marcella. Oh where is ruth, or where is pitie now?
Whether is gentle hart and mercy fled?
Are they exiled out of our stony brestes, Never to make returne? is all the world
Drowned in bloud, and soncke in crueltie? If not in women mercy may be found,
If not (alas) within the mother's brest
To her owne childe, to her owne flesh and bloud; If ruthe be banished thence, if pitie there
May have no place, if there no gentle hart
Do live and dwell, where should we seeke it then?
Gorboduc. Madame (alas), what meanes your wofull tale 2
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FER REX AND POR REX. 155
Marcella. silly woman why this houre Have kinde and fortune thus deferred my breath, That should live see this dolefull day?
Will ever wight beleve that such hard hart Could rest within the cruell mother's brest,
With her owne hand slaye her onely sonne But out (alas) these eyes behelde the same, They saw the driery sight, and are become Most ruthefull recordes the bloody fact.
his mother slaine, wofull thing tell;
Porrex (alas)
And with her hand
While slumbring
His hart stabde in with knife reft of life.
his carefull bed restes,
Gorboduc. Eubulus, draw this sword
ours,
And pearce this hart with speed hatefull light, loathsome life, sweete and welcome death,
Deare Eubulus, worke this we thee besech
Eubulus. Pacient your grace”, perhappes liveth
yet,
With wound receaved but not of certaine death.
Gorboduc. let then repayre unto the place,
And see Porrex live, thus slaine. Marcella. Alas, he liveth not,
true, That with these eyes, him perelesse prince,
Sonne king, and the flower youth, Even with twinkle” senselesse stocke saw.
Arostus. damned deede
Marcella. But heare hys ruthefull end. - The noble prince, pearst with the sodeine wound,
Out his wretched slumber hastely start,
Whose strength now fayling straight overthrew,
When the fall his eyes even now unclosed
Behelde the queene, and cryed her We then, alas, the ladies which that time
helpe;
Pacient your grace. ] Compose yourself. This verb used Titus Andronicus, A.
Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
See other instances Mr. Steevens's Note this passage. ”
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[Act Iv.
And hearing him oft call the wretched name
Of mother, and to crye to her for aide,
Whose direfull hand gave him the mortall wound, Pitying, alas, (for nought els could we do)
His ruthefull end, ranne to the wofull bedde, Dispoyled straight his brest, and might Wiped vaine with napkins next hand,
The sodeine streames of bloud that flushed fast
Out the gaping wound: what looke, what ruthefull stedfast eye me thought
He fixt upon my face, which my death
Will never part from me, when with braide
deepe fet sigh gave, and therewithall Clasping his handes, heaven cast his sight,
And straight pale death pressing within his face The flying ghost his mortall corpes forsooke.
Arostus. Never did age bring forth vile fact.
Marcella. hard and cruell happe, that thus assigned
Unto worthy wight wretched end; But most hard cruell hart that could consent
To lend the hatefull destinies that hand,
By which, alas, heynous crime was wrought.
queen adamant, marble brest,
not the favour his comely face,
not his princely chere and countenance,
His valiant active armes, his manly brest,
not his faire and seemely personage, -
His noble limmes such proportion cast
when with braide. ] braide was start motion
Did there attend, seeing that heynous deede,
occasioned Chaucer,
pain, uneasiness, affright. The Legend Dido, ver. 239:
the head, word used
“This noble quene unto her rest ywent,
“She sighed sore, and gon herself tourment, “She walketh, waloweth, and made many braied “As doen these lovers, have herd saied. ”
Scogin's Jests, 10. “The woman, being afraid, gave
“with her head, and ran her away. ”
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would have wrapt sillie woman's thought;
this mought not have moved thy bloodie hart,
And that most cruell hand the wretched weapon Even let fall, and kiste him the face,
death;
Even Jove with justice must with lightning flames
From heaven send downe some strange revenge thee.
Ah, noble prince, how oft have behelde
Thee mounted thy fierce and trampling stede, Shining armour bright before the tilt,
*And with thy mistresse sleve tied thy helme, And charge thy staffe, please thy ladies eye,
With teares for ruthe reave such one Should mature yet consent slay her sonne
mother, thou murder thus thy childe
That bowed the head peece How oft armes horse How oft armes on foot
thy frendly foe bend the mace,
breake the sworde,
Which never now these eyes may see againe
Arostus. Madame, shed;
alas, - vaine these plaints are
Rather with me depart, and helpe swage The thoughtfull griefes that the aged king
Must needes nature growe death this His onely sonne, whome did holde deare.
Marcella. What wight that which sawe that did See,
And could refraine waile with plaint and teares
Not
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alas, that hart not me:
go, for am greved anewe, minde the wretched father's woe.
Chorus. When gredy lust royall seate
Hath reft care goddes and eke men, And cruell hart, wrath, treason, and disdaine,
Within ambicious brest are lodged; then
And with thy mistresse sleve tied thy helme. ]
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[ACT v.
Beholde how mischiefe wide her selfe displayes, And with the brother's hand the brother slayes.
When bloud thus shed doth staine the heavens face, Crying to Jove for vengeance of the deede,
The mightie God even moveth from his place
With wrath to wreke, then sendes he forth with spede The dreadfull furies, daughters of the night,
With serpentes girt, carying the whip of ire,
With heare of stinging snakes, and shining bright With flames and bloud, and with a brand of fire: These for revenge of wretched murder done,
Do make the mother kill her onely sonne.
Blood asketh blood, and death must death requite: Jove by his just and everlasting dome
Justly hath ever so requited
This times before recorde, and times come
Shall finde true, and doth present proofe Present before our eyes for our behoofe.
happy wight that suffres not the snare
Of murderous minde tangle him blood
And happy that can time beware
By others harmes, and turne his good: But wo him that, fearing not offend,
Doth serve his lust, and will not see the end.
The Order and Signification the Domme Shew before the fifth Act.
These, after their pieces discharged, and that the
armed men had three times marched about the stage, departed, and then the drommes and fluits did cease. Hereby was signified tumults, rebellions, armes, and
civil warres follow, fell the realme Great Brittayne, which the space fiftie yeares and more continued civill warre betwene the nobilitie after the
First the drommes and fluites
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death king Gorboduc, and
certayne limitacion succession
time of Dunwallo Molmutius monarchie.
his issues, for want the crowne, till the who reduced the land
ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA. CLoTYN. MANDUD. Gw EN FERG Us. EUBULUs.
Clotyn. Did ever age bring forth such tyrant harts The brother hath bereft the brother's life;
The mother she hath died her cruell handes
bloud her owne sonne; and now last The people, loe, forgetting trouth and love, Contemning quite both law and loyall hart,
Even they have slaine their soveraigne lord and queene.
Mandud. Shall this their traitorous crime unpunished rest
Even yet they cease not, caryed with rage their rebellious routes, threaten still
new bloud shed unto the prince's kinne slay them all, and uproote the race
Both the king and queene; are they moved With Porrex death, wherin they falsely charge
The giltlesse king without desert all,
And traitorously have murdered him therfore,
And eke the queene.
Gwenard. Shall subjectes dare with force worke revenge upon their princes fact?
Admit the worst that may; sure this
The deede was fowle, the queene slaye her sonne,
Shall yet the subject seeke take the sworde, Arise agaynst his lord, and slaye his king?
wretched state where those rebellious hartes
Are not rent out even from their living breastes, And with the body throwen unto the foules,
According Henslowe's MS. William Rankin, who after wards attacked plays and players furiously, his Mirror
Monsters, wrote historical play called Mulmutius Donwallow.
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[ACT 1.
As carrion foode, for terrour of the rest I
Fergus. There can no punishment be thought to
great
For this so grevous cryme; let spede therefore Be used therein, for it behoveth so.
Eubulus. Ye my lordes, see, consent one, And one consent with all:
holde more then neede, with sharpest law To punish their tumultuous bloudy rage;
For nothing more may shake the common state, Than sufferance uproares without redresse, Wherby how some kingdomes mightie power, Aftergreat conquestes made, and florishing
fame and wealth, have ben ruine brought: pray Jove that we may rather wayle
Such happe them, then witnesse ourselves.
Eke fully with the duke my minde agrees “*That cause serves, wherby the subject may
“Call account the dooinges his prince;
“Much lesse blood swoorde woorke revenge; “No more then may the hand cut the head.
“In acte nor speech, not secret thought
“The subject may rebell against his lord,
“Or judge him that sits Caesar's seate,
“With grudging minde
Though kinges forget
Yet subjectes must obey
But now, my lordes, before farder wade
damne those mislikes. ” governe they ought,
spend your speach, what sharpe revenge shall fall By justice plague these rebellious wightes?
rather should first search the way time the rage this uproare
repressed, and these great tumults ceased. Even yet the life Brittayne land doth hang,
Me thinkes
By which Mought
unegall weight,
Thinke not, my lordes, the death Gorboduc,
Nor yet Widenae's bloud will cease their rage:
That cause serves, &c. ] This and the lines following marked with commas are only found the spurious edition this play.
And the reprint that spurious edition 1590.
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Even our owne lyves, our wives, and children deare, Our countrey, dearest all, daunger standes, Now spoiled, now, now made desolate,
And by ourselves conquest ensue:
For geve once swey unto the people's lustes, To rush forth on, and stay them not time,
And the streame that rowleth downe the hyll, So will they headlong ronne with raging thoughtes From bloud bloud, from mischiefe unto moe, To ruine the realme, themselves and all;
giddy are the common people's mindes,
glad chaunge, more wavering than the sea.
Ye see (my lordes) what strength these rebelles have, What hugie nombre assembled still,
For though the traiterous fact for which they rose
Be wrought and done, yet lodge they still field;
that how farre their furies yet will stretch
of ora.
Great cause we have By present battaile
Speede must we use
dreade: that we may seeke represse their power,
levie force therfore,
For either they forthwith will mischiefe work, Or their rebellious roares forthwith will “cease:
These violent thinges may have lasting long. Let therfore use this for present helpe: Perswade gentle speach, and offre grace With gift pardon save unto the chiefe;
And that upon condicion that forthwith They yelde the captaines their enterprise,
To beare such guerdon" their traiterous fact As may both due vengeance themselves, And holsome terrour posteritie.
This shall, thinke, scatter" the greatest parte,
That now are holden with desire of home. Weried field with cold winter's nightes,
And some (no doubt) striken with dread law.
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The Order and Signification the Domme Shewe before the thirde Act.
First, the musicke flutes began playe, during which
came upon the stage company mourners all
clad blacke, betokening death and sorrowe ensue
upon the advised misgovernement and discention brethrene, befell upon the murder Ferrer, his
gonger brother. After the mourners had passed thryse
about the stage, they departed, and then the musicke ceased.
ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA.
GoR BoDUc. EUBULUs. Ross Us. PHILANDER. NUNTI Us,
Gorboduc, cruell fates, mindful wrath goddes,
Whose vengeance neither Simois stayned streames Flowing with bloud Trojan princes slaine;
Nor Phrygian fieldes made ranck with corpses dead
Of Asian kinges and lordes can yet appease, Ne slaughter unhappie Pryam's race,
Nor Ilions fall made levell with the soile,
Can yet suffise but still continued rage
Pursues our lyves, and from the farthest seas
Doth chase the issues destroied Troye.
Oh man happie till his ende seene’ any flowing wealth and seemynge joye
present yeres might make happy wight, Happie was Hecuba, the wonderfullest wretch
That ever lyved make myrrour
And happie Pryam with his noble sonnes,
And happie till nowe. Alas, see
And feele my most unhappie wretchednessel Beholde, my lordes, read this letter here,
Loe conteins the ruine our realme, timelie spede provide not hastie helpe.
Yet, (O goddes,) ever wofull kyng
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[ACT III.
Might move ye, kings of kinges, wreke it on me And on my sonnes, not on this giltlesse realme.
Send downe your wasting flames from wrathfull skies, To reve me and my sonnes the hateful breath.
Read, read my lordes: this is the matter why I called ye nowe, to have your good advyse.
The letter from Dordan the counsellour of the elder prince.
My soveraigne lord, [Eubulus readeth the letter. what I am loth to write
But lothest am to see, that I am forced
By letters nowe to make you understande.
My lord Ferrex, your eldest sonne, misledde By traitorous fraude of yong untempred wittes, Assembleth force agaynst your yonger sonne,
Ne can my counsell yet withdrawe the heate And furious panges of his enflamed head:
Disdaine (saith he) of his disheritance,
Armes him to wreke the great pretended wrong *
With civyll sword upon his brother's life.
If present helpe do not restraine this rage,
This flame will wast your sonnes, your land and you.
Your majesty's faithfull, and most humble subject, Dordan.
Arostus, O king, appease your griefe and stay your plaint.
Great is the matter and a wofull case;
But timely knowledge may bring timely helpe.
Send for them both unto your presence here: The reverence of your honour, age, and state,
Your grave advice, the awe of father's name Shall quicklie knit agayne this broken peace:
And if in either of my lordes your sonnes Be suche untamed and unyelding pride
As will not bende unto your noble hestes”;
* i. e. intended wrong. See note 48 to the Jew of Malta, vol. VIII. where various instances of the use of pretend for intend given,
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FERREX AND PORREX. 143
If Ferrex th’ elder sonne can bear no peere, Or Porrex not content, aspire to more
Than you him gave above his native right, Joyne with the juster side; so shall you force Them to agree, and holde the lande in stay.
Eubulus. What meaneth this 7 loe yonder comes in hast
Philander from my lord your yonger sonne. Gorboduc, The goddes sende joyful newes?
Philander. The mightie Jove Preserve your majestie, O noble king.
Gorboduc. Philander, welcome : but how doth my sonne 7
Philander. Your sonne, sir, lyves and healthie I him left:
But yet (O king) this want of lustfull health Could not be halfe so griefefull to your grace,
As these most wretched tidynges that I bryng.
Gorboduc, O heavens, yet more? no ende of woes to me?
Philander. Tyndar, O king, came lately from the COUlrt
Of Ferrex, to my lord your yonger sonne, And made reporte of great prepared store
For warre, and sayth that it is wholly ment Agaynst Porrex, for high disdayne that he
Lyves now a king and egall in degree
With him, that claimeth to succede the whole, As by due title of discending right.
Porrex is nowe so set on flaming fire,
Partely with kindled rage of cruell wrath, Partely with hope to gaine a realme thereby,
That he in hast prepareth to invade
His brother's land, and with unkindely warre
Threatens the murder of your elder sonne:
Ne could I him perswade that first he should Send to his brother to demaunde the cause:
Nor yet to you to staie this hateful strife. Wherefore sith there no more I can be hearde,
*
I come myselfe now to enforme your grace,
144 FER REx-AND POR REX's [ACT III.
And to beseche you, as you love the life
And safetie of your children and your realme, Now to employ your wisdome and your force To staye this mischiefe ere it be too late.
Gorboduc. Are they in armes? would he not sende to me?
Is this the honour of a father's name 2
In vain we travaile to asswage their mindes,
As if their hartes, whom neither brother's love,
Nor father's awe, nor kingdomes care can move, Our counsells could withdrawe from raging heat.
Jove slay them both, and end the cursed line ! . For though perhappes feare of such mightie force
As I, my lordes, joyned with your noble aides, Maye yet raise, shall represse their present heate,
The secret grudge and malice will remayne:
The fire not quenched, but kept in close restraint Fedde still within, breakes forth with double flame. Their death and myne must peaze” the angrie gods,
Philander. Yelde, not, O king, so much to weake dispeire;
Your sonnes yet lyve, and long I trust they shall. If fates had taken you from earthly life,
Before beginning of this civyll strife,
Perhaps your sonnes, in their unmaistered youth, Loose from regarde of any lyvyng wight,
Would runne on headlong, with unbridled race To their owne death, and ruine of this realme:
But sith the gods that have the care for kinges, Of thinges and times dispose the order so .
That in your life this kindled flame breakes forth, While yet your lyse, your wisdome and your power May stay the growing mischiefe, and represse
The fierie blaze of their inkindled heate,
It seemes, and so ye ought to deeme thereof, That lovyng Jove hath tempred so the time
*peaze. ] i. e. appease. S.
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FER REX AND POR REX. 14. 5
Of this debate to happen in your dayes, That you yet lyving may the same appeaze,
And adde it to the glory of your age”,
And they your sonnes may learne to live in peace.
Beware (O. king) the greatest harme of all,
Lest by your waylefull plaints your hastened death
Yelde large roume unto their growing rage : * Preserve your life, the onely hope of stay:
And if your highnes herein list to use
Wisdome or force, counsell or knightly aide, Loewe, our persons, powers, and lyves are yours; Use us tyll death, O king, we are your owne.
Eubulus. Loe here the perill that was erst foresene,
When you (O. king) did first devide your lande, And yelde your present reigne unto your sonnes.
But now (O noble prince) now is no time
To waile and plaine, and wast your wofull life, Now is the time for present good advise,
Sorow doth darke the judgement of the wytte; “The hart unbroken and the courage free “From feble faintenesse of bootelesse despeire “Doth either ryse to safetie or renowne,
“By noble valure of unvanquisht minde,
“Or yet doth perishe in more happy sort. ”
Your grace may send to either of your sonnes Some one both wise and noble personage,
Which with good counsell and with weightie name Of father shall present before their eyes
Your hest, your life, your safetie, and their owne; The present mischiefe of their deadly strife:
And in the while assemble you the force
Which your commaundement and the spedy hast
Of all my lordes here present can prepare: The terrour of your mightie power shall staye
The rage of both, or yet of one at lest.
* your age. ] The second and third editions read, your latter age.
The alteration by Mr. Spence.
* The edit. of 1590 has this line thus:
“Yelde larger roume unto this growing rage;”
which is an improvement of the metre; and so Mr. Hawkins re
printed it in his Origin of the English Drama. C. vol. I.
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146 FERREx AND, POR REx. :
[Act Iv.
Nuntius. O king, the greatest griefe that ever prince dyd heare,
That ever wofull messenger did tell,
That ever wretched land hath sene before
I bryng to you. Porrex your yonger sonne With soden force invaded hath the lande
That you to Ferrex did allotte to rule:
And with his owne most bloudy hand he hath His brother slaine, and doth possesse his realme.
Gorboduc. O heavens send down the flames of your revenge
Destroy, I say, with flash of wreakefull fier
The traitour sonne, and then the wretched sire. But go, that yet perhappes may
Die with revenge, and peaze the hatefull gods.
kingdome knowes no sacred
regarde right,
feare heaven's wrath, goddes, and man's despite. Through blodie slaughter doth prepare the waies,
To fatall scepter and accursed reigne.
The sonne lothes the father's lingering daies, Ne dreades his hand brother's blode staine.
wretched prince, dost thou yet recorde The yet fresh murthers done within the lande
Of thy forefathers, when the cruell sworde
Bereft Morgan his life with cosyn's hand Thus fatall plagues pursue the giltie race,
Whose murderous hand, imbrued with giltlesse blood,
Askes vengeance still before the heavens face, With endlesse mischiefes on the cursed broode.
The wicked childe thus bringes wofull sire The mournefull plaintes wast his very life: Thus the cruell flames civyll fier
Destroy the parted reigne with hatefull strife.
And hence doth spring the well from which doth flow,
The dead black streames mourning, plaints and WOe.
Bereft Morgan life, &c. ] See Act Sc,
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The Order and Signification the Domme Shew before the fourth Act.
First the musick howeboies began playe, during which there came from under the stage, though out hell, three furies, Alecto, Megera, and Ctisiphone, clad blacke garmentes sprinkled with bloud and
flames, their bodies girt with snakes, their heds spred with serpentes stead heire, the one bearing her
hand snake, the other whip, and the third burn ing firebrand; ech driving before them king and
queene, which moved furies unnaturally had slaine their owne children. The names the kings and queenes were these, Tantalus, Medea, Athamas, Ino,
Cambises, Althea;
passed about the stage thrise, they departed, and than
after that the furies and these had
the musick ceased: hereby was signified the unnaturall murders follow, that say, Porrer, slaine his owne mother; and king Gorboduc, and queen
Widena, killed their owne subjects.
ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA. VI DEN sola.
Why should lyve and linger forth my time longer life double my distresse?
me most wofull wight whome mishappe Long ere this day could have bereved hence. Mought not these handes fortune fate Have perst this brest, and life with iron reft
Or this palace here where long
Have spent my daies, could not that happie houre
Once, once have hapt which these hugie frames
With death fall might have oppressed me? Or should not this most hard and cruell soile,
So oft where have prest my wretched steps, Some time had ruthe myne accursed life, To rende twayne and swallow me therein’ So. . . had my bones possessed now peace Their happie grave within the closed grounde,
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148 FER. R. ex A. N. D. POR Rex.
[Act Iv.
And greadie wormes had gnawen this pyned hart Without my feeling payne: so should not now This lyving brest remayne the ruthfull tombe Wherin my hart, yelden to death, is graved;
Nor driery thoughts with panges of pining griefe
My dolefull minde had not afflicted thus.
O my beloved sonne, O my swete childe,
My deare Ferrex, my joye, my lyves delight,
Is my beloved sonne, is my sweete childe,
My deare Ferrex, my joye, my lyves delight Murdred with cruell death? O hatefull wretch,
O heynous traitour both to heaven and earth,
Thou Porrex, thou this damned dede hast wrought,
Thou Porrex, thou shalt dearly bye” the same! Traitour to kinne and kinde, to sire and me,
To thine owne fleshe, and traitour to thyself. The Gods on thee in hell shall wreke the wrath,
And here in earth this hand shall take revenge
On thee Porrex, thou false and caitife wight.
If after bloud so eigre were thy thirst,
And murderous minde had so possessed thee, If such hard hart of rocke and stomie flint
Lived in thy brest, that nothing could like Thy cruel tyrantes thought but death and bloud,
Wilde savage beasts mought not their slaughter serve, To fede thy greedie will, and the middest
Of their entrailes staine thy deadly handes
With blood deserved, and drinke thereof thy fill?
Or nought els but death and bloud man
Mought please thy lust, could none Brittaine land, Whose hart betorne out his panting brest
With thine owne hand, worke what death thou wouldst,
But who the selfe same wombe was wrapped, Where thou dismall hower receivedst life?
Or nedes, nedes thy hand must slaughter make, Moughtest thou not have reached mortall wound,
bye] aby. See Note George Green, vol. III. “Appease,” edit. 1590.
Suffice make sacrifice
That deadly minde and murderous thought thee,
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And with thy sword have pearsed this cursed wombe That the, accursed Porrex, brought to light,
And geven me a just reward therefore?
So, Ferrex, yet sweet life mought have enjoyed
And to his aged father comfort brought, - With some yong sonne in whom they both might live.
But whereunto waste I this ruthfull speche
To thee that hast thy brother's bloud thus shed? . Shall I still thinke that from this wombe thou sprong’
That I thee bare, or take thee for my sonne' No traitour, no : I thee refuse for mine: - Murderer, I thee renounce, thou art not mine. Never, O wretch, this wombe conceived thee,
*Nor never bode I painfull throwes for thee; Changeling to me thou art, and not my childe,
Nor to no wight that spark of pitie knew,
Ruthelesse unkinde, monster of natures worke, * Thou never suckt the milke of woman's brest,
But from thy birth the cruell tigers teates
Have nursed thee, nor yet of fleshe and bloud
Formde is thy hart, but of hard iron wrought; And wilde and desert woods bredde thee to life.
But canst thou hope to scape my just revenge,
Or that these hands will not be wrooke” on thee? Doest thou not know that Ferrex mother lives
That loved him more dearly than herselfe? And doth she live, and is not venged on thee?
ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA SECUNDA.
GoR BoDUc. ARost Us. EUBULUs. Port R. Ex. MARcELLA.
Gorboduc. We marvell much wherto this lingring stay Falles out so long: Porrex unto our court
By order of our letters is returned;
* Nor never bode I, &c. ] bode, from the verb to bide. S.
brest,
Thou never suckt the milke of woman's &c. ]
yerb to wreak. S.
Nec tibi diva parens, generis nec Dardanus auctor, Perfide, sed duris genuitte cautibus horrens
Caucasus, Hyrcanaeque admorunt ubera tigres. VIRGIL.
Revenged,
* wrooke] from the
150 FER REX AND POR Rex.
[Act Iv.
And yet we have no worde whereof he stayes.
Arostus. Lo where he commes, and Eubulus with him. Eubulus. According to your highnesse hest to me
Here have I Porrex brought, even in such sort As from his weried horse he did alight,
For that your grace did will such hast therein.
Gorboduc. We like and praise this spedy will in you To worke the thing that to your charge we gave.
Porrex, if we so farre should swarve from kinde, And from those boundes which lawes of nature sets, As thou hast done by vile and wretched deede
In cruell murder of thy brother's life,
Our present hand could stay no longer time,
And Eubulus receaved from us byhest,
At his arrivall heere to geve him charge Before our presence straight to make repaire,
- But straight should bathe this blade in bloud of thee,
As just revenge of thy detested crime.
No, we should not offend the lawe of kinde
-
If now this sword of ours did slay thee here:
For thou hast murdered him, whose henious death
Even nature's force doth move us to revenge
By bloud againe: and justice forceth us
To measure death for death, thy due desert.
Yet sithens thou art our childe, and sith as yet, In this hard case what worde thou canst alledge For thy defence by us hath not bene heard,
We are content to staye our will for that Which justice biddes us presently to worke,
And geve thee leave to use thy speche at full, If ought thou have to lay for thine excuse.
Porrer. Neither, O king, I can or will denie But that this hand from Ferrex life hath reft:
Which fact how much my dolefull hart doth waile, Oh woulde it mought as full appeare to sight
As inward griefe would poure it forth to me:
So yet perhappes if ever ruthefull hart w
Melting in teares within a manly brest, "" Through depe repentance of his bloudy fact, Ifever griefe, ifever wofull man -- . . . . .
2
SC. II. ] FERR EX AND POR REX. 151
Might move regreite with sorrowe of his faulte,
I thinke the torment of my mournefull case
Knowen to your grace, as I do feele the same,
Would force even wrath herselfe to pitie me. But as the water troubled with the mudde
Shewes not the face which els the eye should see, Even so your irefull minde with stirred thought,
Cannot so perfectly discerne my cause.
But this unhappe, amongst so many heapes
I must content me with, most wretched man, That to myselfe I must reserve my woe
In pining thoughtes of mine accursed fact: Since I may not shewe my smallest griefe” Suche as it and my brest endures. Which esteeme the greatest miserie
Of mishehappes that fortune now can send. Not that restin hope with plaint and teares To purchase life: for the Gods clepe”
For true recorde this my faithful speche,
Never this hart shall have the thoughtfull dread
To dye the death that your graces dome By just desert shall pronounced me;
Nor never shall this tongue once spend the speche,
Pardon crave, seeke meane not this though
With care dreadfull death,
Life contempt; but that
Stoupes dread, although the flesh fraile; And for my gilt, yelde the same great
As myselfe
For graunt Gorboduc.
find fear sue life.
vaine, wretch thou shewest wofull hart? Ferrex now lyes grave,
Slaine thy hand.
The edit. 1590 has this line more perfectly
“Since may not shewe heere my smallest griefe. ”
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[ACT Iv.
Porrer. Yet this, O father, heare,
And then I end: Your majestie well knows,
That when my brother Ferrex and my selfe
By your owne hest were joyned in governaunce
I never sought, nor travailled for the same;
Nor by my selfe, nor by no frend I wrought,
But from your highnesse will alone it sprong,
Of your most gracious goodnesse bent to me: But how my brother's hart even then repined, With swollen disdaine against mine egall rule, Seeing that realme, which by discent should grow Wholly to him, allotted halfe to me;
Even in your highnesse court he now remaines, And with my brother then in nearest place
Of this your grace's realme of Brittaine land,
Who can recorde what proofe therof was shewde And how my brother's envious hart appearde:
Yet I that judged it my parte to seeke
His favour and good will, and loth to make
Your highnesse know the thing which should have brought
Grief to your grace, and your offence to him, Hoping my earnest sute should soone have wonne
A loving hart within a brother's brest,
Wrought in that sort, that, for a pledge of love
And faithfull hart, he gave to me his hand. This made me thinke, that he had banisht quite
All rancour from his thought, and bare to me Such hartie love, as I did owe to him.
But after once we left your graces court
And from your highnesse presence lived apart,
This egall rule still, still did grudge him so,
That now those envious sparkes which erst lay rakte In living cinders of dissembling brest,
Kindled so farre within his hart disdaine, That longer could he not refraine from proofe
Of secrete practise to deprive me life
By poyson's force; and had bereft me so,
If mine owne servant hired to this fact,
sc. II. ] FER REX AND POR. R. Ex. 153
And moved by trouth with to work the same,” In time had not bewrayed it unto me.
Whan thus I sawe the knot of love unknitte, All honest league and faithfull promise broke, The law of kinde and trouth thus rent in twaine, His hart on mischiefe set, and in his brest
Black treason hid; then, then did I despeire That ever time could winne him frend to me,
*Then saw I how he smiled with slaying knife Wrapped under cloke, then saw I depe deceite Lurke in his face and death prepared for me: Even nature moved me then to holde my life More deare to me then his, and bad this hand, Since by his life my death must nedes ensue And by his death my life mote be preserved, To shed his bloud, and seeke my safetie so, And wisdome willed me without protract. ”
In speedie wise to put the same in ure”. Thus have I tolde the cause that moved me
To worke my brother's death, and so I yeld
My life, my death, to judgement of your grace.
Gorboduc. Oh cruell wight, should any cause pre vaile
To make thee staine thy hands with brother's bloud!
But what of thee we will resolve to doe,
Shall yet remaine unknowen. Thou in the meane Shalt from our royall presence banisht be,
. Untill our princely pleasure furder shall .
To thee be shewed. Depart therefore our sight,
Accursed childe. What cruel destenie,
* Hate seems omitted in this line : it is furnished by the copy of 1590.
“And moved by troth with hate to woorke the same. ”
The passage is not intelligible without some addition of the
ind. C. I
*Then saw
slaying
Wrapped under cloke, This image is from Chaucer's Knight's Tale.
v. 2000. Tyrwhitt's Edition:
“The smiler with the knif under the cloke. ” S.
* protract) i. e. delay. S. *urel See note 12 to this play.
how he smiled with
knife
--
154 FER REx AND POR REX.
[Act 1 v.
What froward fate hath sorted us this chaunce”; That even in those, where we should comfort find, Where our delight now in our aged dayes
Should rest and be even there our only griefe And depest sorrowes to abridge our life,
Most pyning cares and deadly thoughts do grow?
Arostus. Your grace should now in these grave yeres of yours
Have found ere this the price of mortall joyes; How short they be, how fading here in earth,
How full of change, how brittle our estate, Of nothing sure, save onely of the death,
To whom both man and all the world doth owe
Their end at last: neither should nature's power In other sorte against your hart prevaile,
Then as the naked hand whose stroke assayes The armed brest where force doth light in vaine.
Gorboduc. Many can yelde right sage and grave advice
Of patient sprite to others wrapped in woe,
And can in speche both rule and conquere kinde, Who, if by proofe they might feele nature's force, Would shew themselves men as they are indede, Which now wil needes be gods. But what doth meane The sory chere of her that here doth come? '
Marcella. Oh where is ruth, or where is pitie now?
Whether is gentle hart and mercy fled?
Are they exiled out of our stony brestes, Never to make returne? is all the world
Drowned in bloud, and soncke in crueltie? If not in women mercy may be found,
If not (alas) within the mother's brest
To her owne childe, to her owne flesh and bloud; If ruthe be banished thence, if pitie there
May have no place, if there no gentle hart
Do live and dwell, where should we seeke it then?
Gorboduc. Madame (alas), what meanes your wofull tale 2
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FER REX AND POR REX. 155
Marcella. silly woman why this houre Have kinde and fortune thus deferred my breath, That should live see this dolefull day?
Will ever wight beleve that such hard hart Could rest within the cruell mother's brest,
With her owne hand slaye her onely sonne But out (alas) these eyes behelde the same, They saw the driery sight, and are become Most ruthefull recordes the bloody fact.
his mother slaine, wofull thing tell;
Porrex (alas)
And with her hand
While slumbring
His hart stabde in with knife reft of life.
his carefull bed restes,
Gorboduc. Eubulus, draw this sword
ours,
And pearce this hart with speed hatefull light, loathsome life, sweete and welcome death,
Deare Eubulus, worke this we thee besech
Eubulus. Pacient your grace”, perhappes liveth
yet,
With wound receaved but not of certaine death.
Gorboduc. let then repayre unto the place,
And see Porrex live, thus slaine. Marcella. Alas, he liveth not,
true, That with these eyes, him perelesse prince,
Sonne king, and the flower youth, Even with twinkle” senselesse stocke saw.
Arostus. damned deede
Marcella. But heare hys ruthefull end. - The noble prince, pearst with the sodeine wound,
Out his wretched slumber hastely start,
Whose strength now fayling straight overthrew,
When the fall his eyes even now unclosed
Behelde the queene, and cryed her We then, alas, the ladies which that time
helpe;
Pacient your grace. ] Compose yourself. This verb used Titus Andronicus, A.
Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
See other instances Mr. Steevens's Note this passage. ”
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[Act Iv.
And hearing him oft call the wretched name
Of mother, and to crye to her for aide,
Whose direfull hand gave him the mortall wound, Pitying, alas, (for nought els could we do)
His ruthefull end, ranne to the wofull bedde, Dispoyled straight his brest, and might Wiped vaine with napkins next hand,
The sodeine streames of bloud that flushed fast
Out the gaping wound: what looke, what ruthefull stedfast eye me thought
He fixt upon my face, which my death
Will never part from me, when with braide
deepe fet sigh gave, and therewithall Clasping his handes, heaven cast his sight,
And straight pale death pressing within his face The flying ghost his mortall corpes forsooke.
Arostus. Never did age bring forth vile fact.
Marcella. hard and cruell happe, that thus assigned
Unto worthy wight wretched end; But most hard cruell hart that could consent
To lend the hatefull destinies that hand,
By which, alas, heynous crime was wrought.
queen adamant, marble brest,
not the favour his comely face,
not his princely chere and countenance,
His valiant active armes, his manly brest,
not his faire and seemely personage, -
His noble limmes such proportion cast
when with braide. ] braide was start motion
Did there attend, seeing that heynous deede,
occasioned Chaucer,
pain, uneasiness, affright. The Legend Dido, ver. 239:
the head, word used
“This noble quene unto her rest ywent,
“She sighed sore, and gon herself tourment, “She walketh, waloweth, and made many braied “As doen these lovers, have herd saied. ”
Scogin's Jests, 10. “The woman, being afraid, gave
“with her head, and ran her away. ”
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would have wrapt sillie woman's thought;
this mought not have moved thy bloodie hart,
And that most cruell hand the wretched weapon Even let fall, and kiste him the face,
death;
Even Jove with justice must with lightning flames
From heaven send downe some strange revenge thee.
Ah, noble prince, how oft have behelde
Thee mounted thy fierce and trampling stede, Shining armour bright before the tilt,
*And with thy mistresse sleve tied thy helme, And charge thy staffe, please thy ladies eye,
With teares for ruthe reave such one Should mature yet consent slay her sonne
mother, thou murder thus thy childe
That bowed the head peece How oft armes horse How oft armes on foot
thy frendly foe bend the mace,
breake the sworde,
Which never now these eyes may see againe
Arostus. Madame, shed;
alas, - vaine these plaints are
Rather with me depart, and helpe swage The thoughtfull griefes that the aged king
Must needes nature growe death this His onely sonne, whome did holde deare.
Marcella. What wight that which sawe that did See,
And could refraine waile with plaint and teares
Not
But let To call
alas, that hart not me:
go, for am greved anewe, minde the wretched father's woe.
Chorus. When gredy lust royall seate
Hath reft care goddes and eke men, And cruell hart, wrath, treason, and disdaine,
Within ambicious brest are lodged; then
And with thy mistresse sleve tied thy helme. ]
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[ACT v.
Beholde how mischiefe wide her selfe displayes, And with the brother's hand the brother slayes.
When bloud thus shed doth staine the heavens face, Crying to Jove for vengeance of the deede,
The mightie God even moveth from his place
With wrath to wreke, then sendes he forth with spede The dreadfull furies, daughters of the night,
With serpentes girt, carying the whip of ire,
With heare of stinging snakes, and shining bright With flames and bloud, and with a brand of fire: These for revenge of wretched murder done,
Do make the mother kill her onely sonne.
Blood asketh blood, and death must death requite: Jove by his just and everlasting dome
Justly hath ever so requited
This times before recorde, and times come
Shall finde true, and doth present proofe Present before our eyes for our behoofe.
happy wight that suffres not the snare
Of murderous minde tangle him blood
And happy that can time beware
By others harmes, and turne his good: But wo him that, fearing not offend,
Doth serve his lust, and will not see the end.
The Order and Signification the Domme Shew before the fifth Act.
These, after their pieces discharged, and that the
armed men had three times marched about the stage, departed, and then the drommes and fluits did cease. Hereby was signified tumults, rebellions, armes, and
civil warres follow, fell the realme Great Brittayne, which the space fiftie yeares and more continued civill warre betwene the nobilitie after the
First the drommes and fluites
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death king Gorboduc, and
certayne limitacion succession
time of Dunwallo Molmutius monarchie.
his issues, for want the crowne, till the who reduced the land
ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA. CLoTYN. MANDUD. Gw EN FERG Us. EUBULUs.
Clotyn. Did ever age bring forth such tyrant harts The brother hath bereft the brother's life;
The mother she hath died her cruell handes
bloud her owne sonne; and now last The people, loe, forgetting trouth and love, Contemning quite both law and loyall hart,
Even they have slaine their soveraigne lord and queene.
Mandud. Shall this their traitorous crime unpunished rest
Even yet they cease not, caryed with rage their rebellious routes, threaten still
new bloud shed unto the prince's kinne slay them all, and uproote the race
Both the king and queene; are they moved With Porrex death, wherin they falsely charge
The giltlesse king without desert all,
And traitorously have murdered him therfore,
And eke the queene.
Gwenard. Shall subjectes dare with force worke revenge upon their princes fact?
Admit the worst that may; sure this
The deede was fowle, the queene slaye her sonne,
Shall yet the subject seeke take the sworde, Arise agaynst his lord, and slaye his king?
wretched state where those rebellious hartes
Are not rent out even from their living breastes, And with the body throwen unto the foules,
According Henslowe's MS. William Rankin, who after wards attacked plays and players furiously, his Mirror
Monsters, wrote historical play called Mulmutius Donwallow.
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[ACT 1.
As carrion foode, for terrour of the rest I
Fergus. There can no punishment be thought to
great
For this so grevous cryme; let spede therefore Be used therein, for it behoveth so.
Eubulus. Ye my lordes, see, consent one, And one consent with all:
holde more then neede, with sharpest law To punish their tumultuous bloudy rage;
For nothing more may shake the common state, Than sufferance uproares without redresse, Wherby how some kingdomes mightie power, Aftergreat conquestes made, and florishing
fame and wealth, have ben ruine brought: pray Jove that we may rather wayle
Such happe them, then witnesse ourselves.
Eke fully with the duke my minde agrees “*That cause serves, wherby the subject may
“Call account the dooinges his prince;
“Much lesse blood swoorde woorke revenge; “No more then may the hand cut the head.
“In acte nor speech, not secret thought
“The subject may rebell against his lord,
“Or judge him that sits Caesar's seate,
“With grudging minde
Though kinges forget
Yet subjectes must obey
But now, my lordes, before farder wade
damne those mislikes. ” governe they ought,
spend your speach, what sharpe revenge shall fall By justice plague these rebellious wightes?
rather should first search the way time the rage this uproare
repressed, and these great tumults ceased. Even yet the life Brittayne land doth hang,
Me thinkes
By which Mought
unegall weight,
Thinke not, my lordes, the death Gorboduc,
Nor yet Widenae's bloud will cease their rage:
That cause serves, &c. ] This and the lines following marked with commas are only found the spurious edition this play.
And the reprint that spurious edition 1590.
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Even our owne lyves, our wives, and children deare, Our countrey, dearest all, daunger standes, Now spoiled, now, now made desolate,
And by ourselves conquest ensue:
For geve once swey unto the people's lustes, To rush forth on, and stay them not time,
And the streame that rowleth downe the hyll, So will they headlong ronne with raging thoughtes From bloud bloud, from mischiefe unto moe, To ruine the realme, themselves and all;
giddy are the common people's mindes,
glad chaunge, more wavering than the sea.
Ye see (my lordes) what strength these rebelles have, What hugie nombre assembled still,
For though the traiterous fact for which they rose
Be wrought and done, yet lodge they still field;
that how farre their furies yet will stretch
of ora.
Great cause we have By present battaile
Speede must we use
dreade: that we may seeke represse their power,
levie force therfore,
For either they forthwith will mischiefe work, Or their rebellious roares forthwith will “cease:
These violent thinges may have lasting long. Let therfore use this for present helpe: Perswade gentle speach, and offre grace With gift pardon save unto the chiefe;
And that upon condicion that forthwith They yelde the captaines their enterprise,
To beare such guerdon" their traiterous fact As may both due vengeance themselves, And holsome terrour posteritie.
This shall, thinke, scatter" the greatest parte,
That now are holden with desire of home. Weried field with cold winter's nightes,
And some (no doubt) striken with dread law.
