Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 470 words
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Here, take them Mother, use them gently, They were a king's bones once; O not so hard. Why senseless boy, dost think that I respect A king's dead bones, more than another man's; O they smell rankly; ay, this scent doth please, But I must now to work: why Sagana. Look here thou King of Greece, fond Menelaus, Thou which didst bring so many goodly shapes, Into such things as these, and all for Helen, Which when the worms bred of her dainty flesh, Shall have gnawed off her tender ruby lips, And left her gumless, look upon her then; And thou wouldst even disgorge thyself to see, Such putrid vermin to lie kissing her. This head had once a royal diadem, Now knock it, beat it, and 'twill ne'er cry treason. Why Sagana. There was a player once upon a stage, Who striving to present a dreary passion, Brought out the urn of his late buried son, It might the more affect him, and draw tears: But I, as if I had no passion left, Not acting of a part, but really In a true cause having my Father's bones, His hollow scull, yet crawling full of worms, I cannot weep, no not a tear will come. Why Sagana, Veia, Erichtho, know you not your time? WHat would you Beldame? Hath not triformed Hecate put on Her styx-dyed mantle, is't not now fit time To work our charms in? We here are ready 'gainst thy sacred charm. You two, sit by, and bear in mind this charge, whoe'er you see, whoever I present; Let your tongues be portcullised in your jaws, Stir not, nor speak not, till the charm be done. Fear not, it shall be chained with silence. Night, and Diana sacred Queen, Which ever hast spectator been Unto our baleful hideous rights, ne'er acted but in darkest nights, Now in this fatal hearse-bred hour, Show to my rites thy greatest power. Erichtho when my torch shall twinkle, avernal water thou shalt sprinkle About the room, now let us kneel, Our heavy burden Hell shall feel: let's all coin words, now we may see Who 'twas did work this prodigy. Pluto, great Pluto, we command, Thou send unto us out of hand, The shapes of those that killed the King, Great Agamemnon. O 'tis above my bearing, were I linked here with chains, I would like Cerberus draw Alcides back: Stay, stay, by heavens, revenge shall make you Nay, I will follow you, should they take their cave, Where Aetna vomits fire, I would in: My mother, Clytaemnestra, Aegisthus, was it they? Nay, I will o'ertake them. O son, remember what I told you son, Many a rocky hill and stony mount, Many a sea, and vast Charybdis gulf, Stands betwixt them and thee, though they seem near.
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Here, take them Mother, vse them gently, They were a Kings bones once; O not so hard. Why senslesse boy, dost thinke that I respect A Kings dead bones, more then an other mans; O they smell rankly; I, this sent doth please, But I must now to worke: why Sagana. Looke here thou King of Greece, fond Menelaus, Thou which didst bring so many goodly shapes, Into such things as these, and all for Helen, Which when the worms bred of her dainty flesh, Shall haue knaw'd off her tender rubie lips, And left her gumlesse, looke vpon her then; And thou wouldst euen disgorge thy selfe to see, Such putride vermin to lye kissing her. This head had once a royall diademe, Now knock it, beate it, and 'twill ne're cry treason. Why Sagana. There was a player once vpon a stage, Who striuing to present a dreery passion, Brought out the vrne of his late buried sonne, It might the more affect him, and draw teares: But I, as if I had no passion left, Not acting of a part, but really In a true cause hauing my Fathers bones, His hollow scull, yet crawling full of worms, I cannot weepe, no not a teare will com. Why Sagana, Veia, Erictho, know you not your time? VVHat would you Beldame? Hath not triform'd Hecate put on Her Styx-died mantle, is't not now fit time To worke our charmes in? We here are ready 'gainst thy sacred charme. You two, sitby, and beare in minde this charge, Who e're you see, who euer I present; Let your tongues be percullist in your iaws, Stir not, nor speake not, till the charme be done. Feare not, it shall be chain'd with silence. Night, and Diana sacred Queene, Which euer hast spectator beene Vnto our balefull hideous rights, Ne're acted but in darkest nights, Now in this fatall hers-bred houre, Shew to my rites thy greatest power. Erictho when my torch shall twinkle, Auernall water thou shalt sprinckle About the roome, now let vs kneele, Our heauy burthen Hell shall feele: Lets all coyn words, now we may see Who 'twas did worke this prodigie. Pluto, great Pluto, we command, Thou send vnto vs out of hand, The shapes of those that kild the King, Great Agamemnon. O 'tis aboue my bearing, were I linkt here with chains, I would like Cerberus draw Alcides backe: Stay, stay, by heauens, reuenge shall Nay, I will follow you, should they take Where Aetna vomits fire, I would in: My mother, Clytemnestra, Aegystheus, was it they? Nay, I will o'rtake them. O sonne, remember what I told you sonne, Many a rockie hill and stony mount, Many a sea, and vast Charybdis gulfe, Stands betwixt them and thee, though they seeme neere.