bright gaze I wonted to renew My liueles life when life was almost done Done is my life and all my pleasure done For he is gone in whome my life begun Vnhappie I poore I and none as I But pilgrim he poore he that should be by MY loue exil'd and I in prison fast Out streaming teares breake into weeping raine He too soone banisht I in dungeon-cast He for me mourneth I for him complaine He's banished yet liues at libertie And I exil'd yet liue in miserie He weepes for me far off I for him here I would I were with him and he more nere BVt this imprisoning caue this woefull cell This house of sorrow and increasing woe Griefes tearie chamber where sad care doth dwell Where liquid teares like top fil'd Seas doe flow Beating their waues gainst still relentles stone Still still they smile on me and I still mone I weepe to stone and stone of stone I finde Colde stone colde comfort yeilds oh most vnkinde OFt haue I read that stone relents at raine And I impleat their barren wombe with store Teares streaming downe they wet and wet againe Yet pittilesse they harden more and more And when my longing soule lookes they should sonder I touch the flintie stone and they seeme stronger They stronge I weake alas what hope haue I Hero wants comfort Hero needs must die WHen the melodious shrill toung'd Nightingale With heauie cheere had warbled this sad tale Nights drowsie God an iuorie Cannopie Curtaines before the windowes of faire beautie Drown'd thus in sleepe she spent the wearie night There leaue I Hero in a heauie plight Now to the woefull Pilgrime I returne Whose passions force the gentle birdes to mourne The see Leander weepe with heauie note They faintly singe as when they singe by rote While he gan descant on his miserie The pretie fowles doe make him melodie Leanders complaint of his restles estate BRight Heauens immortall mouing Spheares and Phaebus all diuine Rue on lowe Earths vnfained teares that issue from Earths eyne Eyes were these no eyes whilst eies eye-sight lasted but these darke eyes cleere sight sad sorrow wasted WHat creature liuing liues in griefe that breathes on Tellus soile But Heauens pitie with reliefe saue me a slaue to spoyle Spoyle doe his worst spoyle cannot spoile me more Spoyle neuer spoyl'd so true a Loue before THe stricken Deere stands not in awe of blacke grym irefull Death For he findes hearbes that can withdrawe the shaft to saue his breath The chased Deere hath soile to coole his heate The toyled Steed is vp in stable set THe sillie Owles lurke in the leaues shine Sunne or nights Queene whether The Sparrowe shrowdes her in the eaues from stormes of huffing weather Fowles comfort finde Leander findes no friend Then comfortlesse Leanders life must end BY this it pleas'd the smiling browes of Heauen Whose deadly frownes him erst of ioy beryuen To set a period to Leanders toyle Hauing enioy'd that long desired soyle When he had viewd the stately territories And Delphos sacred hie erected towers Vnto Apollo's Oracle he goes In hope to finde reliefe for many woes He craues long lookt-for rest or else to die To whome the Oracle gan thus reply The Oracle He loueth thine that loues not thee His loue to thine shall fatall bee Vpon suspect she shalbe slaine Vnles thou doe returne againe THese harsh according rimes to mickle paine Did but renewe Leanders woes againe Yet as he might with Fortunes sweet consent He gins returne all dangers to preuent Within short time at Sestos he ariueth On Loues light winges desire Leander driueth Desire that longs to view a blessed end Of Loue and Fortune that so long contend This backe retired Pilgrime liu'd secure And in vnknowen disguise he did indure Full two moneths space vntill the time drew nie To free faire Hero or inforce her die The date outworne of the prefixed day When combatants their valour should display All thinges prepar'd as blazing fame reported T'were wonder to behould how men resorted Knights neighboring by and Ladies all diuine Darting daies splendour from their Sunne-like eyne Spectatum veniunt veniunt spectantur vt ipsae But wanting faire they come to gaze on beautie Beautie faire Heauens beautie worlds wonder Hero whose beautie keepes all beautie vnder This faire fac't beautie from a fowle fac't cell A loath-some dungeon like to nights darke hell At the fell Dukes commaund in open view Was sent for on whose neuer spotted hew Earths mortall soules doe feed and gaze vpon her So long they gaze that they doe surfet on her For when this Earthes admir'd immortall Sunne To peepe from vnder sable hould begun Like as the pearcing eye of cloudie Heauen Whose sight the blacke thicke cloudes haue quite beriuen But by the huffing windes being ouerblowen And all their blacke expeld and ouerthrowen The day doth gin be iocond secure playing The faire of Heauen his beautie so displaying So when the fairest Hero did begin Whilome yclad in darknes blacke tan'â— skin To passe the noysome portall of the prison Like to the gorgeous Phaebus newly risen She doth illuminate the morning day Clad in a sable Mantle of blacke Say Which Hero's eyes transformed to faire white Making the lowring-morne darke pure light As many mortall eyes beheld her eies As there are fierie Tapors in the skies As many eyes gaz'd on faire Hero's beautie As there be eyes that offer Heauen dutie As many seruitors attended on her As Venus seruants had to waite vpon her Though by the sterne Duke she was dishonored Yet of the people she was honored Mong'st whome exil'd Leander all vnseene And all vnknowne attended on his Queene When to the neere-adioyning pallaice gate The place appointed for the Princely combate They did approch there might all eies behold The Duke in armour of pure beaten gold Mounted vpon a Steed as white as snow The proud Duke Euristippus Hero's foe Hero being seated in rich Maiestie A seruile hand-mayd to Captiuitie From whence she might behold that gentle Knight That for her sake durst hazard life in fight For this was all the comfort Hero had So many eyes shed teares to see her sad Her hand-maide hope perswaded her some one Vndaunted Knight would be her Champion Yet since her Lord Leander was not nie She was resolu'd eyther to liue or die But her Leander carefull of his loue Intending loues firme constancie to proue Yf to his lot the honour did befall Withdrew himselfe into the Pallaice hall Where he was armed to his soules content And priuily conducted to a tent From whence he issu'd foorth at trumpets sound Who at the first encounter on the ground Forced the mazed Duke sore panting lie Drown'd in the ryuer of sad extacie At length reuiuing he doth mount againe Whome young Leander in short time had slaine The Duke quite dead this all vnknowne young Knight Was foorthwith made the heire of Sestos right The Princesse Hero set at libertie Kept by the late dead Duke in miserie Whose constancie Leander gan to proue And now anew begins to court his loue To walke on ground where danger is vnseene Doth make men doubt where they haue neuer been As blind men feare what footing they shall finde So doth the wise mistrust the straungers minde I strange to you and you vnknowen to me Yet may not loue twixt vs two grafted bee What I haue done for Hero's loue was done Say then you loue and end as I begun I hazard life to free thy beauties faire From Tyrants force and hellish soule dispaire Then sacred Faire ballance my good desart Inrich my soule with thy affecting hart Hero repli'd to rue on all false teares And forged tales wherein craft oft appeares To trust each fained face and forcing charme Betrayes the simple soule that thinks no harme Not euery teare doth argue inward paine Not euery sigh warrants men doe not faine Not euery smoke doth proue a present fier Not all that glisters goulden soules desire Not euery word is drawen out of the deepe For oft men smile when they doe seeme to weepe Oft malice makes the minde to powre forth brine And enuie leakes the conduits of the eyne Craft oft doth cause men make a seeming showe Of heauie woes where griefe did neuer growe Then blame not those that wiselie can beware To shun dissimulations dreadfull snare Blame not the stopped eares gainst Syrens songe Blame not the minde not mou'd with falshood tonge But rest content and satisfied with this Whilst true Leander liues true Hero's his And thy Leander liues sweete soule sayde he Praysing thy all admired chastitie Though thus disguis'd I am that banisht Knight That for affecting thee was put to flight Hero I am Leander thy true phere As true to thee as life to me is deere When Hero all amazed gan reuiue And she that then seem'd dead was now aliue With kinde imbracements kissing at each straine She welcoms him and kisses him againe By thee my ioyes haue shaken of dispaire All stormes be past and weather waxeth faire By thy returne Hero receaues more Ioye Then Paris did when Hellen was in Troy By thee my heauy doubts and thoughts are fled And now my wits with pleasant thoughts are fed Feed sacred Sainct on Nectar all diuine While these my eyes quoth he gaze on thy eyne And euer after may these eyes beware That they on strangers beautie neuer stare My wits I charme henceforth they take such heede They frame no toyes my fancies new to feede Deafe be my eares to heare another voice To force me smile or make my soule reioyce Lame be my feete when they presume to moue To force Leander seeke another loue And when thy faire sweet faire I gin disgrace Heauen to my soule afford no resting place What he to her she vow'd the like to him All sorrowes fled their ioyes anew begin Full many yeares those louers liu'd in fame That all the world did much admire the same Their liues spent date and vnresisted death At hand to set a period to their breath They were transform'd by all diuine decrees Into the forme and shape of two Pine trees Whose Natures such the Faemale pine will die Vnles the Male be euer planted by A map for all succeeding times to come To view true-loue which in their loues begun FINIS Qualis vita finis ita
THE Second Part of HERO and LEANDER Conteyning their further Fortunes By Henry Petowe Sat citò si sit bene LONDON Printed by Thomas Purfoot for Andrew Harris and are to be sould at his shop vnder the Popes head next to the Royall Exchange 1598. ¶ To the Right worshipfull sir Henrie Guilford Knight H. P. vvisheth all encrease of worship and endlesse Felicitie RIght Worshipfull although presumption merite pennance in dedicating such rude and vnpollished lynes to the protection of so worthy a personage yet I hope your wonted fauor and clemencie will priuiledge mee from blame and accept of the giuer as one who woulde hazard life to moue your Wor the least iot of content Yf it be thought a point of wisdome in that impouerished soule that by taking sanctuarie doth free himselfe from many dangers then impute no blame vnto my selfe that seeke for safegard being round beset with many enemies No soner had report made knowen my harmeles Muses first progresse how she intended to make tryall of her vnfledged plumes but my selfe being present where that babling dame was prating I heard iniurious Enuy reply to this effect Dares she presume to flie that cannot goe We'le cut her plumes said they it shall be so Then with a snarle or twoo these euer medling Carpers betooke them to their cabbins At the next rowsing I expect no other fauor then Enuies extreamest furie which to withstand if I may purchase your Wor safe protection no better guarde will my fearefull soule desire To make the cause manifest vnto your worthine why Enuie thus barketh at mee I intreat your wisedome to consider the sequel This Historie of Hero and Leander penned by that admired Poet Marloe but not finished being preuented by sodaine death and the same though not abruptly yet contrary to all menns expectation resting like a heade seperated from the body with this harsh sentence De sunt nonnulla I being inriched by a Gentleman a friend of mine with the true Italian discourse of those Louers further Fortunes haue presumed to finish the Historie though not so well as diuers riper wits doubtles would haue done but as it is rude and not praise worthy so neyther doe I expect praise nor commendations This therefore is the cause of their sodayne enmitie that I being but a flie dare presume to soare wyth the Aegle But how-euer they dislike it maye your wothines but grace this my first labor with your kind acceptance my hart shal enioy the depth of his desire And your Wor shall continually bind me in all seruiceable dutie to rest vnto your worship alwaies deuoted Your worspips most humbly to commaund Henrie Petowe To the quicke-sighted Reader KInde Gentlemen what I would I cannot but what I could with that litle skill I had I haue presumed to present to your fauourable viewes I am not ashamed to beg your kind fauours because I finde my selfe altogether insufficient to performe that which my good will hath taken in hand Yet with my soule I wish my labours maye merite your kynde fauours Yf not for the toyle herein taken which I confesse haue no way deserued the least iotte of fauour yet for the Subiects sake for Hero and Leanders sake Yf neyther of these purchase fauour the frowning browes of sad discontent will banish my poore harmeles Muse into the vast wide wildernesse of eternall obliuion I am assured Gentlemen you will maruell what follie or rather furie inforced mee to vndertake such a waightie matter I beeing but a slender Atlas to vphoulde or vndergoe such a massie burthen yet I hope you will rather assist and further mee with the wings of your sweete fauours then to hinder my forward indeauours with your dislikings esteeming it as the first fruits of an vnripe wit done at certaine vacant howers In which hope I rest captiuated till I be freed by your liberall and kinde Censures Yours still if mine euer Henrie Petowe HERO and LEANDERS further Fortunes WHen young Apollo heauens sacred beautie Gan on his siluer harpe with reuerent dutie To blazen foorth the faire of Tellus wonder Whose faire all other faires brought subiect vnder Heauen gan to frowne at earthes fragilitie Made proude with such adored Maiestie Hero the faire so doe I name this faire With whome immortall faires might not compare Such was her beautie fram'd in heauens scorne Her spotles faire caus'd other faires to mourne Heauen frown'd Earth sham'd that none so faire as she Base borne of earth in heauen might equall be Fell moodie Venus pale with frâ—tting ire Aye mee quoth she for want of her desire Earthes basest mould fram'd of the baser dust Strumpet to filth bawde to loathed lust Worse then Maedea's charmes are thy inticements Worse then the Mermaides songs are thy allurements Worse then the snakie hag Tysipâ—one To mortall soules is thy inueagling beautie Thus she exclaimes gainst harmeâ—es Hero's faire And would the Gods consent her dangling haire Wherewith the busie ayre doth often play As wanton birdes vpon a Sunne-shine day Should be transform'd to snakes all vgly blacke To be a meanes of her eternall wracke But wanton Ioue sweete beauties fauorite Demaunds of beautie beauties worthy merite Yf beauties guerdon merit paine quoth he Your faire deserues no lesse as faire as she Then moodie Iuno frowning gan replie Ile want my will but strumpet she shall die Iuno quoth he we ought not tyrannize On such saide she as you doe wantonnize But since our continent the scope of Heauen Containes her not vnlesse from earth beryuen Ile make a transformation of her hue And force the hautie Mother earth to rue That her base wombe dare yeilde such bastard faires That Ioue must seeke on earth immortall heires Ile cause a second desperat Phaaeton To rule the fierie Charriot of the Sunne That topsie turuie Heauen and Earth may turne That Heauen Earth Sea and Hell may endlesse burne Stay head-strong-goddesse Ioue to Iuno sayde Can you doe this without your husbands ayde With that she gan intreate it might be so But Ioue would not sweete beautie ouerthrow But this he graunted Iuno that Apollo Should neuer more extoll the faire of Hero His censure past the irefull Queene doth hie To set a period to his harmony From foorth his yeilding armes she soone bereaues Apollo's Lute whom comfortlesse she leaues Making a Thousand parts of two gould-stringes Into obliuions Cell the same she flinges Quicke sighted spirits this suppos'd Apollo Conceit no other but th'admired Marlo Marlo admir'd whose honney flowing vaine No English writer can as yet attaine Whose name in Fames immortall treasurie Truth shall record to endles memorie Marlo late mortall now fram'd all diuine What soule more happy then that soule of thine Liue still in heauen thy soule thy fame on earth Thou dead of Marlo's Hero findes a dearth Weepe aged Tellus all earth on earth complaine Thy chiefe borne faire hath lost her faire againe Her faire in this is lost that Marlo's want Inforceth Hero's
faire be wonderous scant Oh had that King of poets breathed longer Then had faire beauties sort been much more stronger His goulden pen had 〈◊〉 her so about No bastard Aeglets quill the world throughout Had been of force to marre what he had made For why they were not expert in that trade What mortall soule with Marlo might contend That could gainst reason force him stoope or bend Whose siluer charming toung mou'd such delight That men would shun their sleepe in still darke night To meditate vpon his goulden lynes His rare conceyts and sweete according rimes But Marlo still admired Marlo's gon To liue with beautie in Elyzium Immortall beautie who desires to heare His sacred Poesies sweete in euery eare Marlo must frame to Orpheus melodie Himnes all diuine to make heauen harmonie There euer liue the Prince of Poetrie Liue with the liuing in eternitie Apollo's Lute bereauâ—d of siluer string Fond Mercury doth harshly gin to sing A counterfeit vnto his honney note But I doe feare heâ—le chaâ—ter it by â—â—te Yet if his ill according voice be such That hearing part you thinke you heare too much Beare with his rashnes and he will amende His follie blame but his good will commend Yet rather discommend what I intreate For if you like it some wil storme and fret And then insulting Aegles soaring hie Will pray vpon the sillie harmeles flie Nil refert for Ile pawne my better part Ere sweete fac't beautie loose her due desart Auaunt base Steele where shrill tong'd siluer rings The chatt'ring Pie may range when black-birdes sings Birdes blacke as Iet with sweete according voices Like to Elyziums Saincts with heauenly noises Why should harsh Mercury recount againe What sweet Apollo liuing did maintaine Which was of Hero her all pleasing faire Her prettie browes her lip her amber haire Her roseat cheeke her lillie fingers white Her sparkling eyes that lend the day his light What should I say her all in all he praysed Wherewith the spacious world was much amazed Leanders loue and louers sweetest pleasure He wrought a full discourse of beauties treasure And left me nothing pleasing to recite But of vnconstant chance and fortunes spight Then in this glasse view beauties frayltie Faire Hero and Leanders miserie THE virgin Princesse of the westerne Ile Faire Cambarina of the goulden soile And yet not faire but of a swartie hew For by her gould her beautie did renew Renew as thus that hauing gould to spare Men helde it dutie to protest and sweare Her faire was such as all the world admir'd it Her blushing beautie such all men desir'd it The scornefull Queene made proude with fained praises Her black-fram'd soule to a hier rate she raises That men bewitched with her gould not beautie A Thousand Knights as homage proffer dutie Yf such a base deformed lumpe of clay In whome no sweete content had any stay No pleasure residence no sweet delight Shelter from heate of day or cold of night Yf such a she so many sutors had Hero whose angrie frownes made heauen sad Hero whose gaze gracing darke Plutos cell Pluto would deeme Phaebus came there to dwell Hero whose eyes heauens fierie tapors staine Hero whose beautie makes night day againe How much more loue merits so sweet a Queene Whose like no out-worne world hath euer seene Of sweete Leanders loue to Hero's beautie Heauen Earth and Hell and all the world is guiltie Of Hero's kindnes to her trustie Phere By lost Apollo's tale it doth appere Recorded in the Register of Fame The workes of Marlo doe expresse the same But ere he gan of fickle chance to tell How bad chance gainst the Better did rebell When loue in loues sweet garden newly planted Remorcefull Hero to Leander graunted Free libertie to yeild the world increase Vnconstant Fortune foe to harmeles peace Playde such vnruly prancks in loues despight That loue was forced from his true-loues sight DVke Archilaus cruell voyd of pitie Where Hero dwelt was regent of that Citie Woe worth that towne where bloody homicides And Tyrants are elected cities guides Woe woorth that countrey where vnlawfull lust Sitts in a Regall throne of force it must Downe to the low layde bowells of the earth Like to a still borne Childes vntimely byrth Duke Archilaus lou'd but whome lou'd he He courted Hero but it would not be Why should he plant where other Knights haue sowen The land is his therefore the fruit his owne â—ust it be thus alas it is not so Lâ—st may not force true-louers ouerthrow Lust hath no limits lust will haue his will Like to a rauening wolfe that's bent to kill The Duke affecting her that was belou'd Hero whose firme fixt loue Leander prou'd Gaue on-set to the still resisting fort But fearefull hate set period to his sport Lust egg'd him on to further his desire But fell disdaine inforc't him to retire When Archilaus sawe that thundering threates Could not preuaile he mildly then intreates But all in vaine the Doo had choose her make And whome she tooke she neuer would forsake The Doo's sweet Deere this hunter seekes to chace Harmeles Leander whose all smiling face Grac't with vnspotted faire to all mens sight Would force the houndes retire and not to bite Which when the Duke perceau'd an other curre Was forced from his den that made much sturre And treason he was nam'd which helde so fast That feares swift winges did lend some ayde at last For force perforce Leander must depart From Sestos yet behind he left his hart His hart in Hero's brest Leander left Leanders absence Heroes ioyes bereft Leanders want the cruell Duke thought sure Some ease to discontent would soone procure Leander hauing heard his wofull doome Towards his weeping Lady he doth come Dewing her cheekes with his distilling teares Which Hero dryeth with her dangling haires They weeping greete each other with sweete kisses Kindly imbracing thus they gan their wishes Oh that these foulding armes might nere vndoe As she desir'd so wisht Leander too Then with her hand she toucht his sacred brest Where in his bosome she desires to rest Like to a snake she clung vnto him fast And wound about him which snatcht-vp in hast By the Prince of birdes borne lightly vp aloft Doth wrythe her selfe about his necke and oft About his winges displayed in the winde Or like as Iuie on trees cling bout the rinde Or as the Crab-fish hauing caught in seas His enemies doth claspe him with his cleas So ioynd in one these two together stood Euen as Hermophrodiâ—us in the flood Vntill the Duke did bannish him away Then gan Leander to his Hero say Let me goe where the Sunne doth parch the greene In temperate heate where he is felt and seene Or where his beames doe not dissolue the ice In presence prest of people mad or wise Set mee in high or else in low degree In clearest skie or where clowdes thickest bee In longest night or in the shortest day In lustie youth