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A33611	A chain of golden poems embellished with wit, mirth, and eloquence : together with two most excellent comedies, (viz.) The obstinate lady, and Trappolin suppos'd a prince / written by Sr Aston Cokayn.; Chain of golden poems	Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Obstinate lady.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Trappolin creduto principe.	1658 (1658)	Wing C4894; ESTC R20860	211,316	545

and nights Between her lovers Armes in soft delights But with so cunning Carriage to enjoy This momentary false felicity As to deceive the curious world that for't She every where may have a fair report And that when she enters the Grave's descent Honour may fix upon her Monument 31. Of Mary a Chambermaid Mary a Chambermaid a brown-eyde Lass Complain'd that she all day in labour was I laugh'd at her simplicity and said Surely at Night then you 'l be brought to bed 32. Of Katherine a Kitchen-wench Katherine a Kitchen-wench merrily said That lame men were the best to please a maid I ask'd her why She wittily repli'd They that have Legs defective love to ride 33. Of the Infamie of his Mistress Tibull Lib. 4. Rumor ait crebro nostram peccare puellam Nunc ego me surdis auribus esse velim Crimina non hae● sunt nostro sine ficta dolore Quid miserum torques Rumor acerbe tace Of falshood Fame my Mistress doth accuse Would I were deaf and could not hear the newes This is not forged without my unease Why dost thou vex me cruel Rumour peace 34. To Apollo Ausonius Gallus Pone arcum Paean celeresque reconde sagittas Non te virgo fugit sed tua tela timet Phoebus thy Bow and Arrows hide for she Thy weapons feats but doth not fly from thee 35. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton Pardon my boldness Cousin that defames Your name among my trivial Epigrams Yet I before have sometimes us'd you thus For in my Eclogues you are Tityrus 36. Of Chaucer Our good old Chaucer some despise and why Because say they he writeth barbarously Blame him not Ignorants but your selves that do Not at these years your native language know 37. Of Edmond Spencer Our Spencer was a Prodigie of wit Who hath the Fairy Queen so stately writ Yield Grecian Poets to his Nobler Style And ancient Rome submit unto our I 'le You modern wits of all the four-fold earth worth Whom Princes have made Laureates for your Give our great Spencer place who hath out-song Phoebus himself with all his Learned Throng 38. To my Noble Cousin Colonel Ralph Sneyde When the last spring I came to Keel and found Old Hospitality on English Ground I wonder'd and Great Sydney did prefer My Sneyde superiour to thy Kalander All things are neat and Jovial Plenty keepes Continual Festivals by years not weekes He good decai'd House-keeping doth revive And doth preserve our English Fame alive So liv'd our worthy Ancestours and so May you till you the oldest Man may grow Within the Land and ripe for heaven go hence Bemon'd as far as known Poets th' expence Of time and paper both may save that day The Poor your lasting'st epitaph will say 39. Of Farmo Farmo one afternoon was drunk extreamly Wherein he curs'd and swore ly'd not meanly One ask'd him whence when he had 's wits again So many vices did proceed so vain Marry quoth he as I do truly think They came not from my heart but from my drink 40. Of Ovids Banishment The secret cause of Ovids sad mischance Was seeing or being seen in dalliance They that dare act that vice should choose their time And not add scandal also to the crime 41. To Mr. Thomas Bancroft Sir in your Epigrams you did me grace T' allow me 'mong your many Friends a Place T' express my gratitude if Time will be After my death so courteous to me As to vouchsafe some few years to my name Freely enjoy with me my utmost Fame 42. To the Lady Elizabeth Darcy my Cousin German Madam the greatest Ladies of past Times Kind Influences upon Poets rhimes Have from their gracious eyes bestow'd and made Them Heaven with their Inventions to invade As the Pelignan Poet honour'd by The supreme Princess of sweet Italy Who singing her under Corinna's Name Fill'd the whole Roman Empire with her Fame Which having spread from his immortal verse Is now renown'd through all the Universe And Madam you will do your self no wrong T' encourage a good Poet in his Song And to your mercy you no Injury do If you forgive this toy I 've sent to you 43. To my worthy Friend Colonel Edward Stamford Great-soul'd Achilles was a noble Friend Hector for valour every where renown'd Thousands the bounteous Caesar did commend Antonius the best natur'd man was found What need I search for more in Rome or Greece You in you have the vertues of all these 44. To my Cousin German Mrs. Cordelia Harryes When as in Cornwall at Powlmaggon I Enjoy'd that sweet retired Companie Methought that house afforded all the bliss Poets can feign there in Elysium is My Lord and Lady blest in wedlock led Their dayes in as much quiet as in bed They spent their Nights fit couple t' entertain Hermes and Jove walk't they on earth again And their House to be made a Temple where Concor'd and peace triumphed all the year But old Philemon and his reverened wife Led a most poor though a contented Life My Lord Mohun liv'd in a plenteous wise Able to feast the wandring Deities You and your Sisters Graces seem'd to grace Your Parents firm Affection and the Place So live the blest and best and so may I While you a more transcendent Life enjoy 45. To Lydia You boast that you are beautiful and wear A several rich Gown every week i' th' year That every day new Servants you do win But yet no vertue have to glory in One of less beauty and less bravery and Servantless sooner should my heart command Beauty will fade and ruines leave behind Give me the lasting beauty of the mind Servants and clothes are the Enammel oft Of bodies too luxurious and soft Leave vaunting Lydia therefore till you can Speak one true vertue and I 'le hear you then 46. Of a Room in an Ale-house that we call the Apollo This Room with Mirth and jests we hallow Unto the Deity of Apollo And although here we do want Wine To consecrate before his Shrine To absent Friends we do prevail In plenteous Pots of mighty Ale Such as it seemes great Dis did love Who Ceres daughter from above Did steal such drink as will constrain Ceas'd Oracles to speak again And noble Spirits will infuse Into the poor'st and humblest Muse And Men in all the humours dress Of Ovids Metamorphosis An Ant by drinking this is grown To be a lusty Mirmydon The rustick Numa it will bring From Plow and make him Rome's great King Desire in coldest bosomes move Quickning Pygmalion's marble Love Against Troy's Conquerours combine And turn the victours into Swine Then welcome all that hate the Folly Of Solitary Melancholy Love mirth and jests and mean to hallow This Room unto the great Apollo 47. Of Delia. Talking with Delia I did perceive A natural Perfume in her fragrant breath And could not choose but gather many a kiss From her sweet lips Portcullisies of bliss Like a Chamelion I could

You had not wont to answer me so slightly Do you not love me still Car. No. Luc. The heavens forbid I am Lucora Car. I do confess you are but must deny I love you Luc. I could endure your Sword with better ease Us 't and revenge what ignorant ill I have Committed against you I had rather dye By your dear hand then to return from hence With this strong poyson in my breast Car. Kill you Lady I would not do it to obtain The Soveraignty of the Sea-parted Earth Live many years in happiness I wish it With all my soul else may I dye unwept for But give me leave to leave you and bestow Laughter not tears for my inconstancy Think me unworthy of your worthy self For I cannot love you nor will marry you Luc. Surely you will Have you a cause to be So merciless unto a passionate Lady One that so truly wonders at your worths I pray you Sir jest not so solemnly Thunder is Musick in my ears to this Car. I do not credit me most fair Lucora I am in earnest nor would I spend the time In words Shall I call Nentis Luc. Rather call Basiliskes to look me dead Then her to help to mourn your unkind parting O! do not thus wherein am I deform'd So suddenly that you so soon should leave me Car. This is a trouble to your self you cannot Speak words enough to make me yours Luc. Can I not speak sufficiently Then I Will try if there be Magick in my knees Look Sir a Lady kneels to you for love She kneels To whom the noblest in the Realm have su'd Car. All is in vain Luc. Thou man that art more lasting in thy fury Then the Egyptian wonder through the stormes Of many bleak tempestuous winters Say worthless man if it becomes thee well To let a loving Lady kneel to thee And thou be merciless and not raise her ●p Car. I pray you rise Luc. And will you then be reconcil'd unto me Car. No I cannot Luc. Then I will turn a Statue Car. I pray you leave me and forget me ever Henceforth you shall not see me any more Luc. Not see you any more O faithless man and full of perjuries Thy nature is transparent thou art false As is the smooth-fac'd Sea which every wind Disturbes a false Barbarian and born under Deceitful Mercury A Britain would Rather have died then thus have wronged me Thou art inhumane and mayest boast the conquest Tell your most salvage countrey-men this Act If the just God of Seas revenge me not And number it ' mongst your proud cruelties Car. Be pacifi'd I pray you leave this rage Luc. When I am dead I shall and not before And that shall not be long For thou shalt see me Merciless man thou shalt and adde that to Thy bloody conquests boast how a slighted Lady For thy unkindness made her self away This hand wherewith I would have given my self Offers to kill her self To thee shall take me from my misery Car. Hold I am Carionil Luc. How say that again Car. I am Carionil Luc. That breath hath rais'd me and made me my self Car. I counterfeited the Negro to obtain you The wished period of my griefes and might But will not love that woman that shall scorn All my endeavours and entertain a stranger An Ethiopian and prefer him no Judg fair Lucora if I have not cause Luc. Yes yes you have But now you do not need More of your Rhetorick to disswade me from you There are not in the world temptations Can make me yours I cannot give a reason T is in my nature and a secret one Car. I am glad it is so Luc. This is the happiest hour My life did ever pass and quickly chang'd Car. I rejoyce at the alteration Madam you shall Command me to do any thing but marry you Luc. Then I command you never move me more Car. I will obey you Luc. Now you may call Nentis She is not yet in bed I see a light yet Car. Most willingly Nentis Nentis Enter Nentis above Nen. What 's the matter marle Luc. Come down Nen. I wonder much I come Madam Descendit Luc. You will be secret Sir of what hath past Car. You may be confident I will Luc. I else shall suffer much in my honour Women take heed the men whom you deny May win you to be theirs by Policy They Proteus-like will vary shapes until Beyond their wishes they have plac'd their will Enter Nentis Car. Your woman 's come Good night Luc. Good night Sir Exit Carionil Nentis I now will never pass the Seas Tucapelo is become Carionil Nen. Amazement ceaseth me Luc. Anon thou shalt know all Nen. I hope that now you will be rul'd by your friends and take the Lord Falorus to your husband Luc. Hang husbands Nen. The Gods bless them all I say and send me a good one Luc. Let 's to bed lock the door after you Exeunt Ambae Scena Quinta Enter Cleanthe sola Cle. How joy fully the birds salute the morn Warbling a welcome from their gentle throats But I am of another mind poor maid Aurora doth no sooner blush upon The world but I make my complaints afresh I am in love and for my wretched State Can blame no body but sinister Fate Enter Carionil Car. Well met Anclethe I will hide no longer My self in this disguise Again thou shalt Be my Anclethe wilt thou be my Boy And sing me songs as thou hadst wont to do Cle. You have obtain'd your Mistris I see my Lord. Car. I have not boy nor will I seek her more Some other time thou shalt receive the story Cle. My hour is come dear Cupid be my aid And will you never have another Sir Car. I do not know Anclethe but if I have She must not be so obstinate as this Cle. But say a Lady of a noble house One that is not unhandsom were in love With you did love you violently my Lord Would you not pity her but be unkind Car. Boy I do know what t is to love in vain So well and what a misery is in it That if she were but reasonably well She should not grieve for me indeed she should not Cle. You are most noble old Philosophy Never defin'd a virtue which you want There is a Lady Sir and not ill-favour'd Born of an ancient honourd family So much in love with you that if you do Refuse her my Lord you do deny her life Car. What is she cal'd Anclethe Cle. My Lord my Commission doth not reach so farre She 'd have her name conceal'd until y 'ave seen her Tomorrow morning you may meet her here She with a gentleman a friend of hers VVill here expect you about ten a clock Car. VVell I will see her boy and if I find Her answer thy report I will be kind He that neglects a loving Lady for VVeak causes may the Gods that man abhorre Exeunt Ambo Finis Actus

agen your poor vassal my Lord thus will we spend our daies in these delights so will we kiss Flametta I beseech your Honour to pardon me we nere will be a weary of our selves if thou dost sigh thy Trappolin will weep your Honour shall command me alwaies and when thou singst thy Trappolin will dance Flam. And I am thine my honest Trappolin And ever will be constant unto thee Trap. I 'le attend your Honour presently Flam. There 's no man alive shall make me prove Unfaithful unto thee so much I love Trap. Your Lordship must pardon me a little I am something busie Flam. My Trappolin shall not bestow a kiss But I will pay it him with usury It is impossible for thee to be More thy Flametta's then Flametta's thine Trap. I will come to your Honour presently Flam. Pardon Sweetheart that now I must be gone My stay another time shall make amends A kiss my dear my lovely Trappolin With such I shall be never satisfied Exit Trap. Farewel my dear rogue my Lord I come Your Honour must pardon me you saw how I was employ'd I could not leave the poor fool your Lordship sees she loves me and protest her labour is not lost now if your Honour hath any thing to command me I am ready Trappolino your poor servant Barb. You are a sawcy peremptory villain And I have well perceiv'd your base demeanor Although I see the wench is yours you shall Repent the freedome of your evil language Be sure you shall Exit Trap. Good morrow my Lord Let him do his worst I care not a rush for him he would ha my wench and I am glad I abus'd him I ha made his Honour something collerick let him disgest it how he will Exit Enter Lavinio the great Duke Prudentia Barbarin Machavil and others Lavin The Tuscane glory have we yet upheld And from the fierce assaults of enemies Rescued our cities set them in a peace As happy as the Gods did ere vouchsafe Sforza the Duke of Milain our old friend Who hath in all our wars still sent us aide Hath promised me the matchless Isabella His sister for my wife and seeing now We have no more to do with enemies I will to Milain go and marry her And quickly unto Florence will return Where I will celebrate our nuptial With that magnificence becomes our state You whom I ever have found faithful to me Lord Barbarino and Lord Machivil To you I do commit the government Of Tuscany until I return And full commission to do what you shall See necessary for the good of Florence My dear Prudentia the onely joy Of our deceased Father the last Duke Live happy and enjoy thy own desires Which I do know are vertuous all Prud. Most noble Sir it is impossible That I should happy be and you not present But I am unworthy to beseech your stay Go and be fortunate in a worthy choice While I to heaven pray for your safe return Dear sweet Prudentia and also Lords Look well unto my prisoner Brunetto Yet let him want nothing but a free release For sure he is more then he seems to be I have been long about this journey now All things are ready my Prudentia Farewel and sister be not melancholy For in few weeks I will return and bring A sister home to keep thee company The beauteous Milanes Prud. And may she prove According to your wishes noble Sir Barb. And be a joy unto the Florentines Mach. And be a happy mother that there may Not want an heir unto your Highness Lav. Our thanks Onward t is time I were upon my way Exeunt Barba Now will I be reveng d of Trappolin Who hath so boldly to my face abus'd me I have authority to do 't withall I 'le make him to repent his sawciness Enter Trappolin He 's here but I will do 't as if by Justice Trap. I can think of nothing but my pretty villain Flammetta O 't is a dear rogue and she saies she loves me and I know she does when I have married her I will betake me to the country where we will live as jovial as the day is long Enter Mattemores the Spanish Captain Mat I 'le fight for Florence while I have a vein To hold my heart from falling unto death Nor shall the Longobardy Mantuaus Ere win a Flag while I am in the field I 'de make the Tuscan Duke to know the man Whom he hath trusted to conduct his troops Durst but Gonzaga ever stir again Methinks there is no nobler thing on earth Then to see hills of bodies lakes of blood No braver Musick then the Martial Drum Nor Diapasons sweeter to the ear Then unto it the Warlike Trumpets make When I but hear this harmony I could Full of delight venter my single person Against an armed Troop Away with peace It is the Canker and the bane of minds 'T is that which makes us to forget our selves And spend our lives in sensuality Then glorious war advance thy armed arm That soldiers may have waies to shew themselves Wo'd Gothes and Vandals once again would come Int ' Italy or Moors into our Spain That Mattemores might wear out his sword With hewing bones and cleaving armed men Each thing doth to his centre fall and I Would unto mine which is to fight or die Who art thou Trap. I Matte I you what are you to good to be asked Trap. I am Trappolin Matte By that I know not art thou a man of war Is Trappolin in any Captains roll I' st writ Trap. Yes Seignior Captain in the Parsons book The day thereof my baptisme is set down Mat. And in that honour oft hast thou ere fought With Infidels and slain a score or two Trap. Not I Heavens be prais'd a score or two said you Captain then should I sure never escape for I promise you many an one is hang'd for killing of one Mat. Fie what an ignorance is this hast thou a mind to become now a souldier Trap. Indeed Seignior Captain I cannot resolve you as yet I am about a wife I le ask her if she will turn souldier too and then if I like it ther 's an end But I pray you Captain what is a souldier Mat. A souldier Trappolin is he that does Venter his life a hundred times a day VVood in his countries and his Princes cause Stand canon shot and wood of steeled pikes VVood when his bodie 's full of wounds all night Lie in the field and sleep upon his helm Trap. Good Captain pardon me neither I nor Flametta will be souldiers heavens defend venter my life so many times a day there is more safety and gain in turning thief I love my countrey and Prince well but my self better 't is good sleeping in a whole skin t is better lying with Flametta in a warm bed marry I had thought a souldier had not been such a fool How many of them might there be in Florence Sir