GOLDEN LEAVES FROM THE DRAMATIC POETS. Thomas Sackville Earl Dorset, and Thomas Norton. THE TRAGEDY OF FERREX AND PORREX. (THE EARLIEST KNOWN SPECIMEN OF ENGLISH TRAGEDY.) (1561.) The FERREX and PORREX, sons of GORBODUC, a King of the Ancient Britons, are rivals. FERREX, the eldest son, is slain by his brother. news is brought to his father, and whilst GORBODUC is lamenting the death of his eldest-born, MARCELLA, a court lady, enters and informs the King that PORREX has been stabbed by his mother in his bed. GORBODUC, AROSTUS, EUBULUS, and others. Gorb. What cruel destiny, What froward fate hath sorted us this chance? That even in those where we should comfort find, Most pining cares and deadly thoughts do grave. Arost. Your grace should now, in these grave years of yours, Have found ere this the price of mortal joys, How full of change, how brittle our estate, To whom both man and all the world doth owe Than as the naked hand, whose stroke assays And can in speech both rule and conquer kind,* MARCELLA enters. Marc. Oh, where is ruth? or where is pity now? May have no place, if there no gentle heart * Nature; natural affection. Do live and dwell, where should we seek it then? Gorb. Madam (alas!) what means your woful tale? Gorb. O Eubulus, oh draw this sword of ours, Eub. Patient your grace, perhaps he liveth yet, With wound received, but not of certain death. Gorb. O let us then repair unto the place, And see if that Porrex live, or thus be slain. Marc. Alas! he liveth not, it is too true, That with these eyes, of him a peerless prince, Son to a king, and in the flower of youth, Even with a twink a senseless stock I saw. Arost. O damnèd deed! Marc. But hear his ruthful end. The noble prince, pierced with the sudden wounds, Whose strength now failing, streight he overthrew, [Exit. When in the fall his eyes, ev'n now unclosed, Whose direful hand gave him the mortal wound, Despoiled streight his breast, and all we might Arost. Never did age bring forth so vile a fact. Thomas Kyd. THE SPANISH TRAGEDY; OR, HIERONIMO IS MAD AGAIN. (1588.) HORATIO, the son of HIERONIMO, is murdered while he is sitting with his mistress BELIMPERIA by night in an arbour in his father's garden. The murderers (Balthazar, his rival, and LORENZO, the brother of BELIMPERIA) hang his body on a trec. HIERONIMO is awakened by the cries of BELIMPERIA, and, coming out into his garden, discovers by the light of a torch, that the murdered man is his son. Upon this he goes distracted. The more This is a son; and what a loss is this, considered truly! He was my comfort, and his mother's joy, None but a damnèd murderer could hate him. He had not seen the back of nineteen years, When his strong arm unhorsed the proud Prince Balthazar; And his great mind, too full of honour, took To mercy that valiant but ignoble Portuguese. |