Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 479 words
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No toy Medea, tickled Fausta's head, Nor foolish fancy led me to these groups, But earnest business eggs my trembling steps, To pass all dangers whatsoe'er they be. I banished am Medea, I which erst Was Empress over all the triple world, Am banished now from palace and from pomp, But if the gods be favourers to me, Ere twenty days, I will revenged be. I thought as much, when first from thickest leaves, I saw you trudging in such posting pace. But to the purpose, what may be the cause, Of this strange and sudden banishment? The cause aske you, a simple cause god wo: 'twas neither treason, nor yet felony, But for because I blamed his foolishness. I hear you say so, but I greatly fear, Ere that your tale be brought unto an end, You'll prove yourself the author of the same: But pray be brief, what folly did your spouse? And how will you revenge your wrong on him? What folly quoth you? such as never yet Was heard or seen, since Phoebus first 'gan shine, You know how he was gathering in all haste, His men at arms, to set upon the troop Of proud Alphonsus, yea you well do know, How you and I did do the best we could, To make him show us in his drowsy dream, What afterward should happen in his wars: Much talk he had, which now I have forgot. But at the length, this surely was decreed, How that Alphonsus and Iphigina Should be conjoined in Juno's sacred rites, Which when I heard, as one that did despise, That such a traitor should be son to me, I did rebuke my husband Amurack. And since my words could take no better place, My sword with help of all Amazones, Shall make him soon repent his foolishness. This is the cause then of your banishment, And now you go unto Amazone, To gather all your may dens in array, To set upon the mighty Amurack? Oh foolish Queen, what meant you by this talk? Those prattling speeches have undone you all. Do you disdain to have that mighty Prince, I mean Alphonsus, counted for your son? I tell you Fausta, he is borne to be, The ruler of a mighty Monarchy: I must confess the powers of Amurack Be great, his confines stretch both far and near, Yet are they not the third part of the lands, Which shall be ruled by Alphonsus hands, And yet you deign to call him son in law: But when you see his sharp and cutting sword Piercing the heart of this your gallant girl, You'll curse the hour wherein you did denay, To join Alphonsus with Iphigina. The gods forbid, that ere it happen so. Nay never pray, for it must happen so. And is there then no remedy for it?
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No toy Medea, tickld Faustaes head, Nor foolish fancie ledde me to these grous, But nest businesse egges my tre'ing steps, To passe all dangers what so ere they be. I banisht am Medea, I which erst Was Empresse ouer all the triple world, Am banisht now from pallace and from pompe, But if the gods be fauouers to me, Ere twentie dayes, I will reuenged be. I thought as much, when first from thickest leaues, I saw you trudging in such posting pace. But to the purpose, what may be the cause, Of this strnnge and sudden banishment? The cause aske you, a simple cause god wo: Twas neither treason, nor yet felonie, But for because I blamde his foolishnes. I heare you say so, but I greatly feare, Ere that your tale be brought vnto an end, Youle proue your selfe the author of the same: But pray be briefe, what follie did your spowse? And how will you reuenge your wrong on him? What follie quoth you? such as neuer yet Was heard or seene, since Phoebus first gan shine, You know how he was gathering in all haste, His men at armes, to set vpon the troupe Of proude Alphonsus, yea you well do know, How you and I did do the best we could, To make him shew vs in his drowsie dreame, What afterward should happen in his warres: Much talke he had, which now I haue forgot. But at the length, this surely was decreed, How that Alphonsus and Iphigina Should be conioynd in Iunoes sacred rites, Which when I heard, as one that did despise, That such a traytor should be sonne to me, I did rebuke my husband Amuracke. And since my words could take no better place, My sword with helpe of all Amazones, Shall make him soone repent his foolishnes. This is the cause then of your banishment, And now you goe vnto Amazone, To gather all your may dens in array, To set vpon the mighie Amuracke? Oh foolish Queene, what meant you by this talke? Those praing speeches haue vndone you all. Do you disdaine to haue that mighie Prince, I meane Alphonsus, counted for your sonne? I tell you Fausta, he is borne to be, The ruler of a mightie Monarchie: I must confesse the powers of Amuracke Be great, his confines stretch both far and neare, Yet are they not the third part of the lands, Which shall be ruled by Alphonsus hands, And yet you daine to call him sonne in law: But when you see his sharpe and cutting sword Piercing the heart of this your gallant gyrle, Youle curse the houre wherein you did denay, To ioyne Alphonsus with Iphigina. The gods forbid, that ere it happen so. Nay neuer pray, for it must happen so. And is there then no remedie for it?