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A06679
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The strange fortune of Alerane: or, My ladies toy. By H.M. of the middle Temple in London
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H. M., of the Middle Temple in London.
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1605
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STC 17135; ESTC S108313
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he sees yong braunches springing by He saith Adue and growe good trees for mee My time is gone and yours is to come Rend vp my rootes and plant yours in the rowme Were I a Twigge to see my fathers harmes His dying kindenesse would increase my rage But out alas yoong trees thinkes older armes Will top their twigs and presse their tender age Some youth like twigs wold fain their frinds forgo Yet I and Otho never wished so Well to goe on and tell my Story out The Father 's dead the Sonne is growing vp Who as in stature so in State growes stowt He scornes Synetes but takes Xerxes Cup So warrelike giv'n that if hee stirr'd his eie The Saxon souldiers would like Saxa lie He was a man much fear'd and lov'd of All He would speake truely and vprightly both That when he spake then was it saide of all If Otho speakes it then it needes no oath His valour venture and his virtue showne Made him belov'd where he was never knowne Thus when his prowesse and perfections Divulg'd his long and everliving fame All Europe Asia and the worldes affections Did bowe in honour of King Othoes name Through all the world his praise so rare did ring That Saba like they came to see this King As did his Credite so his Court increasde As did his Crowne so did his Comfort than He had no fault his Fame for to decrease Pray marke the matter and conceive the man There were three Othoes but the third is he Which makes my tongue t' will not contained be But see how Fortune turneth vp and downe To make man famous in a world of fraude Vpon his head she ioynes a triple Crowne Saying Haile King to thy eternall laude If halfe a world set Othoes praise on wing What may whole worlds then of our sov'raigne K Otho was noble but not like to our Iames more commended and of more command He ioyn'd three kingdomes but our king ioyn'd foure Which shall be spoke of while the world doth stand Henry ioyn'd Roses and king Otho Reames But foure great kingdoms were conioyn'd by Iames Hee 's present with vs what should I discusse His gallant vertues shall for ever live He gives vs honour which sufficeth vs Otho gave gifts but did no glorie give Though from my Tale I have awhile digrest Forgive me Ladies you shall heare the rest This noble Otho had not long beene match'd To one Ferrara which was faire and rare But had a daughter that did want no watch Till she discharg'd them of their painefull care The Sunne at noone day did her light deny Shaming to shew it when this girle was by Even as the sun-shine in the summer bright Casts her reflection on the pale-fac'd wall Or as a Diamond by the candle-light Doth dimme the candle which gives light to all So at her presence all lights seem'd to dy That all night long thou needst no candle by Adelasia so they call her name Oh too too happy that her name was so She had such fortune and she had such fame Thrice happy he could Adelasia woo If Art together had agreed with Nature They could not make one of more faire feature What should I stand for to define her parts I should defile them in defining them Refined words so oft from me departs That I want skill for to describe this Stem I thinke that Venus if so say I may Did strive with Fortune who should have the day Pray marke faire Ladies this same tale begunne How cruell Fortune crosst a guiltlesse Lambe Poore yong Alerane Duke of Saxons sonne To Othoes Court to be brought vp he came Who had not long beene there but soar'd above And did conciliate every mans good love For as it chanced that the King did hunt On foote alas to try his bodies force Out comes a Beare from whence no beast was wont Which on the King would have had no remorce Had not stowt Alerane then have kill'd the Beare The Beare had kill'd his King and Maister there You see how fortune hath alotted so That some man shall have meane enough to rise Had not Alerane chanced then to go The King had never lov'd him in such wise When he did this the story plaine appeares He was of age no more then seaventeene eares As to Alerane his love did increase So Aleranes love to Adelasia grew And Adelasia had the same disease For his report did make her love renew Whose vertue so enflam'd her tender hart Yet durst not this betweene themselves impart For well she wot if that her father did Perceive the least apparance of their love He should be headed for his love that 's hid Or from his place should have a wrong remove For he might thinke it were against all right Yet am not worthy of so brave a wight But see how Cupid like a cruell Caine Doth change faire daies and makes it frowning weather These Princes ioyes he over-cast with paine For t' was not likely they should match together By this we see that Cupid seeth not For he is blinde which gives so blinde a lot Who hideth fire to extinguish it It seekes we see to shew it selfe the more Who hides his love within his bosoms pit T' will breake the walls or make him ope the dore T' is like a surfet which i ft breake not out It kills the Patient be he ne're so stowt What may it doe then to a tender Prince Whom love made loyable to his lustfull lawes If one might iudge before or ever since It did consume her like Calipson strawes Which straws did pine as holy Delphon pleas'd So pin'd this Princesse till her minde was eas'd In haste therefore she opes her chamber dore And calls Radeegon to come to her strait For I in straits and ne're so straight before Am caught quoth she oh heare a thing of weight But keepe it secret as thy heart within Teach me to end or learne me to begin Then like a leafe at blasts of westerne wind Her tongue did tremble and her body quak't As though her soule her inward place resign'd She could not speake but still she stood and shak't Which then perceiving she beganne to weepe Speake Prince quoth she I will thy secrets keepe Radegon I have alwaies found thee iust Now be not false to her which meanes too true My dolefull state to thee declare I must Be iust sweete maid my heart too much doth rue I was a Queene which yet did never crave But now no Princesse but am Cupids slave His sable sute and his arrest I feele Distracts my sences and disturbes my soule That Ixion like in hell I turne the wheele Or Sisiphs stone from steepie mountaine roule Thou feltst his force let thy experience teach To free me captive caught by Cupids reach Then quoth Radegon heare sweete Ladie mine When I was wounded with his golden Dart No salve could save me from the Psiches signe Till he which hurt me helpt and heald