Scene the second.
Enter MEDEA.
If wretch, a Rule thou wouldst prescribe thy Hates,
Thy rash love imitate; Tamely (yee Fates▪)
And unreveng'd shall we these Nuptialls beare?
Shall this day idly passe? sought with such care
And toyle! with so much difficulty gain'd!
Whilst selfe-poiz'd Earth in midd'st of Heav'n's sustain'd,
And the bright Orbes their stated Changes run,
Whilst Sands no number know; whilst day the Sun,
And night the Starres attend; whilst 'bout the Pole
The
(3) undrencht Arctos turnes, and Rivers rowle
Into the Maine; our deadly, vengefull Ire
Shall ne're have end, but grow, and still rise higher.
What wild Beasts Savagenesse? what chafed waves
Ingulf'd in
(4) Scylla's, and
(4) Charibdy's Caves?
What Aetna (under which
(5) Typhaeus lies
Expiring Flames) our rage shall equallize?
Nor rapid streames, nor Torrents heady course,
Nor wrathfull Euxine Seas, By
(6) Corus force
Vext into stormes, nor flames blowne up by winde,
Can stop th'incensed Fury o' my minde.
I'le downe with all.—
Creon his seares did move
(Forsooth) and King
Acastus Armes;—"True love
"Can never stoop to feare of any?—But,
O're powr'd he was inforc'd to yeeld:—Could not
[Page 24]He yet, to his poore Wife have bid adieu!
My life! stout though he be, he fear'd this too.
Yet sure, being
Creons sonne, he might a while
Have respited the time for our Exile.
But one short day, to take my last farewell
Of both my children!—Yet, though short, 'tis well.
Much, much shall these few houres produce; that fact
Which all dayes else shall ring of, this, shall act.
We will invade the Gods, and shake the frame
Of the whole Universe.
NVRSE.
Thy minde reclaime,
Thy Heart with griefes disturbed pacifie.
MEDEA.
"No thought of rest, 'till with our owne, we see
"A generall Ruine; perish if we shall,
"Perish all else; We will not singly fall.
NURSE.
See how great Dangers, thy Attempt
[...] oppose!
"Gainst potent Opposites none safely goes.
Scaene the third.
Enter IASON.
Still cruell Fates! Fortune severe alike!
Equally bad, or if she spare or strike:
So often Heav'n, hath for our desperate Woes,
Found Remedies more desperate then those.
Would we the Faith, to our Wives merits due,
Have kept? We must have dy'd. Death to escheue,
We must be faithlesse. Not to this inclin'd
By abject feare, but a Paternall minde.
For in their Parents ruine, our poore Race
Would be involv'd. O Justice! if a Place
In Heav'n thou hast, by thy white Throne I sweare,
The Children overcame their Sire. Nor e're
Shall I think other, but that
Mede
[...].
she, (though fierce
Of heart, and beyond all Reclaime perverse,)
Her Childrens lives, would 'fore my bed desire.
With Pray'rs we were resolv'd t'accoast her Ire,
But see! sh'hath spy'd us; Ill the sight she brooks:
Disdaine and passion, printed in her looks.
MEDEA.
We flye,
Iason! we flye; For us to change
Seats, is not new; The Cause is new and strange.
For thee we us'd; but now from thee we flye.
Whom thus from your Aboads inforce you hic?
[Page 26]To whom dost send us? shall we
Phasis floud
Colchos and our Sires Realmes, or fields with bloud
Of slaught'red Brother stain'd, goe seek? what lands,
What Seas must we finde out at thy commands?
The Pontick Straits? through which that Princely Traine
We safe brought home; when through th'incensed Maine
And dangerous Symplegades, we fled
Two Rockes in the mouth of the Pontick Straits that were faigned to be loose, and justle one another.
With thee, now turn'd Adulterer to our bed?
Shall we for small
(7) Iolcos make? or steere
Unto Thessalian
(8) Tempe? what wayes e're
To thee we open'd 'gainst our selves we clos'd.
Then whither send yee us? to what Lands expos'd?
To Exile an Exiled wretch is sent,
And yet no place assign'd for banishment.
Yet goe we must, so to command seemes sit
To
Creons
Iason spoken in scorn.
Son-in law; And we submit.
Inflict on us the worst of cruelties,
We have deserv'd. Let
Creon exercise
The bloudiest Tortures Tyranny e're bred,
To plague a
Medea supposing her selfe to be so counted in the opinion of Creon.
Strumpet to his daughters bed.
Load us with Irons; and shut us from all light
In a darke Dungeon of eternall night:
Yet shall we suffer lesse then we deserve.
Ingratefull wretch! thinke, (if thy heart will serve
To let thee) of the Flame-breath'd Bulls; the Field
Which Armies of Arme-bearing Foes did yeeld.
When at our sole Command, those Earth-borne Bands,
Mutu'ally fell by their selfe-slaughtering Hands.
To these; adde the Phryxaean Rams rich prize,
And steeplesse Dragon charm'd; whose wakefull eyes
[Page 27]Obey'd sleeps unknowne Power: our Brother slaine,
Mischiefe, with mischiefes re-inforc'd againe.
Fraud-blinded Daughters urged to divide
Their Parents Limbes, unto new life deny'd.
And our owne Kingdomes, for a strangers Crowne
Deserted; by what hopes soe're you owne
Of your deere children; by the certainty
Of thy new-fix't abodes; and victory
O're-vanquish't Monsters; by these hands of ours,
Ne're spar'd for thee t'imploy their utmost Powers.
By fore-past Feares; Heav'ns,
(9) Seas, (the Witnesses
Of our wrong'd Nuptialls) pitty our distresse.
And in thy happy state, to us that crave
Render that comfort thou would'st wish to have.
Of all the wealth by
(9) Scythians rapt away
From Sun-scorch'd Dwellers of rich India,
To o narrow an Exchequer, for whose store
Our whole Court seems; with whose superf
[...]uous Oare
W'adorne the Woods and Groves; no part brought wee
But our slaine Brothers limbes; And those, on thee
Impended; Countrey, Father, Brother, Shame.
We this Dowre wed; parting, restore the same.
IASON.
When wrathfull
Creon sought thy life to have,
Mov'd by our teares for death, he Exile gave
MEDEA.
We Exile thought a Punishment; but now
We finde, that, for a
Spokeni▪ derision.
favour you allow.
IASON.
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Whilst yet thou maist, get thee from hence convay'd;
"The Wrath of Kings is heavy.
MEDEA.
You perswade
This to endeare you in
Creusa's love;
You seek a hated
To wit, her selfe,
ut supr
[...].
Strumpet to remove▪
IASON.
Objects
Medea love?
MEDEA.
And Treacherie
And Murder too.
IASON.
What Crime is there, 'gainst me
Thou can'st object, deserves so foule a blame?
MEDEA.
All that wee ever did.
IASON.
Then 'tis your Aime
T'involve us in the guilt of your misdeeds,
MEDEA.
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Those, those are thine. "He to whose gaine succeeds
"The Ill, is the Ills Author. Though our Fame
All should oppose, thou ought'st defend the same,
And say w'are blamelesse: "He should guiltlesse be
"In thy Repute, is guilty made, for thee.
IASON.
"That life's a burthen, which enjoy'd, brings shame.
MEDEA.
That life discharge, enjoy'd with losse of Fame.
IASON.
Rather appease thy wrath incensed B reast,
For thy poore Childrens sakes;
MEDEA.
No, We detest,
Abjure the thought; What? shall
Creus
[...] live
And Brothers to
Medea's Children give?
IASON.
'Twill be an honour when our Exil'd race,
A Queen, shall with her kindred Issue, grace.
MEDEA.
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Come never so unfortunate a day
To the already wretched, with Allay
Of baser bloud, to mixe our noble line.
(10) Phaebus with
Sisyphus his Nephewes joyne.
IASON.
Why seekst thou ruine on us both to bring?
Let me intreat thee to depart.
MEDEA.
Could yet vouchsafe to heare us speake.
IASON.
Declare
What's in my pow'r to doe for thee.
MEDEA.
IASON.
On either hand, see here
Two potent Kings.
DEA.
Then those, a greater feare
Our Pow'rs, and
Iason be the Victors prize.
IASON.
Wearied with Miseries, I yeeld; Forbeare;
So often try'd, the turne of Fortune feare.
MEDEA.
Mistris of Fortune we have ever been.
IASON.
Acastus there; here
Creons nearer spleene
Threatens destruction.
MEDEA.
Void thou either Harmes:
Not 'gainst thy Father-i'-law to rise in Armes,
Or staine with kinreds bloud thy Innocence,
Medea wills. Guiltlesse with her flye hence.
IASON.
Who shall oppose, if they their pow'rs combine,
And 'gainst us with united Forces joyne.
MEDEA.
Add Colchians too; Aeëta Generall;
Scythians with Grecians joyne; wee'll foyle them all.
IASON.
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I potent Scepters dread:
MEDEA.
Rather take heed
Y'affect them not.
IASON.
Left this our Conference breed
Suspect, here let's cut short our long discourse.
MEDEA.
Now
Iove o're all the Heav'ns thy Thunder force,
Stretch forth thy Hand, thy vengefull Flames prepare,
And from crackt Clouds the world with horror scare.
Nor with deliberate aime levell thy throw,
Take him, or mee: which of us each, the blow
Shall sinke, will guilty fall; if at us cast,
Thy Thunder cannot misse.
IASON.
Resume at last
More sober thoughts, language more mild; if ought
In
Creons Court, in Exile may be thought
Easefull to thee, aske, and the ask'd for have.
MEDEA.
Thou know'st we can, and use with scorne to wave
[Page 33]The wealth of Kings; we onely wish we might
Our Children have Companions in our flight;
That in their bosomes we our teares may shed.
More Sons thou maist expect from thy new Bed.
IASON.
I must confesse me willing to comply
With thy desires; forbid by Pie
[...]y.
Nor could I suffer this, though
Creons Ire
Should force me to't. For this alone, desire
I life; of all my cares the onely
[...]ase,
Sooner I could want Breath, Limbes, Light, then these.
MEDEA.
Loves he his children so! 'tis well; we ha't,
Aside, to her selfe.
Now we know where to wound him.—We hope yet
We may our last words in their mindfull Breasts
Implant; embrace; seemes this a just request?
This too, wee with our latest speech intreat,
What our rash griefe hath utter'd, youl'd forget▪
And a more favourable Memory
Of us retaine; all Passions buried be.
IASON.
All, all's forgot by us; and here we pray
Thou maist the Fervour of thy minde allay,
And gentle curbe unto thy passions give.
"Patience is Miseries best lenitiv
[...].
Exit Iason.
MEDEA.
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Gon! is't e'ne so? hast thou forgotten me?
And all my Merits? slipt from thy Mem'ry?
No; we will ne're slip thence. Now minde thy Part;
Summon together all thy strength and Art.
Tis thy best use of Ills, to thinke there's none.
Scarce will there opportunity be showne
T'effect our Treachery. Our Plots they feare.
Run then a Course from all suspition cleare.
Begin,
Medea! to thy taske prepare;
And what thou canst, and what thou canst not, dare.
O faithfull Nurse! whom Chance, with us hath made
Partner in woes; our wretched Councells aide.
A Roab we have, our Kingdomes Ornament;
As Pledge of his Aetheriall descent,
By
Sol t'
Aeeta giv'n. A Carquanet
With Gold enchac'd, and a rich Coroner
Set with bright Gemmes; These to the new-wed Bride
My Sons shall beare; first, with dire Tinctures dy'd.
Invoke we
Hecate; our sad Rites frame
The Altars strow; now crack this Roofe in flame.
E
[...]eunt.
CHORVS
Nor force of Flames, nor strength of Winde,
Nor Thunder we such terror find
[...]
As a
[...]. Euripid. Med.
divorc'd Wife; set on fire
With hate, and Ardor of desire.
Forth Deluges of Winter show'rs,
When
(11) Ister like a Torrent rowl'd,
Breaks Bridges downe, runs uncontrowl'd.
Not
(12) Rhodanus with rapid Course
Where he resisting Seas doth force,
Nor
(13) Haemus, when the Suns hot Beames
In mid Spring, thaw his Snowes to streams.
Love spurr'd with Passion's blinde, disdaines
All rule, nor brooks imposed reines.
Fearelesse of death; covers upon
Drawne Swords with obvious steps to run.
Pardon you Gods! we Pardon sue,
Safe may he live, did Seas subdue.
Yet the Deeps Monarch stormes, his Pow'r
Next Jove's, should stoop t'a Conquerour.
Bold Phaeton, that durst aspire
To rule the Charriot of his Sire,
Whilst from prescribed Bounds he stray'd,
He felt the Flames his rashnesse made.
None suffer'd in a knowne way; tread
In that safe Path where others lead.
Nor violate the sacred Bands
Impos'd by Natures sacred hands.
Who e're those noble Planks, which made
Bold Argos, touch'd; spoil'd of his shade
The sacred Grove which
(14) Pelion Crown'd;
Past
The Cyana or Symplegades, Rocks in the mouth of the Pontick Straitꝰ.
floating Rocks in the profound;
Did through so many perills wade
Of the vast deep; and Anchor weigh'd
Of forraigne Gold; for home addrest,
With sad event the Breach he ru'd
Of the Seas Rites; with plagues pursu'd
And justice of the angry Maine▪
Tiphys, who first the Ocean
Tam'd, to an
(15) unskilfull Pilot, left
His charge, on forraigne Shores bereft
Of life
(16) far from his Native Land.
(16) 'Mongst unknowne Ghosts lies tomb'd in sand.
(17) He from the vocall Muse that springs,
At sound of whose Harmonious strings,
The rapid streames their motions ceast,
Their Murmurs the rude windes supprest,
While Birds their owne Notes left, t' his Song
Fled list'ning, and Woods danc'd along;
His Limbes o're Thracian Acres spred
Dragg'd unto
(18) Haebrus streaming Head,
To Styx descended, knowne before;
And Tart'
[...]us, to returne no more.
(18) Alcides Boreas Issue slew;
(19) He who could various shapes indue,
From
(19) Neptune who derives his breath,
From Hercules receiv'd his death.
(20) He too, when Seas and Earth h' had Crown'd
With Peace, and forc'd the Stygian Sound,
Alive on Aeta's Pyre repos'd,
His Limbs to cruell Flames expos'd.
While mingled Goares Infection, sent
By h's Wife, his flesh with Tortures rent:
(22) His Unkles Meleager slew,
And by the vengefull hand doth fall
Of his inraged Mother; All
Deserv'd; What Crime, did expiate
That tender
(23) Ladds untimely Fate?
The
(23) Boy by Hercules unfound.
In Waves of secure Waters drown'd.
Goe now bold Spirits; plow again
With like fear'd destiny the Maine.