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A01930	The first booke of the famous historye of Penardo and Laissa other ways callid the warres, of love and ambitione. Wherein is described Penardo his most admirable deeds of arms, his ambition of glore his contempt of loue, with loves mightie assalts & ammorus temptations: Laissas feareful inchantment hir releif hir trauells and lastly loves admirabel force, in hir releiving Penardo from ye fire, doone in heroik verse, by Patrik Gordon.	Gordon, Patrick, fl. 1615-1650.	1615 (1615)	STC 12067; ESTC S103342	103,877	282

pure And not agreing with my heighe estait To sue for grace whene I should leiue secure But o quod she if I indecent proue Not I but shameles tyraneizing loue 26. The ravening wolf the simple lamb did catche Whom on he thought to fill to feid to prey When lo the princelie lyone did him watche First him he slew then brought the lamb away Tho once from death he did the lamb releefe Afarr more crewel death he did it geue 27. This wolf was Argalantes I the lambe And thow the princilie lyone made me fre When lo thyne eyes more crewell bands ' did framme And band and chain'd and link't my hairt to the Ah deir Pelympus deir too deir it feares me Loue shame fear hait in thousand peicees tears me 28. Thow stole my hairt out throw my besome poure But o sweit stelth sw●it theef I pardone the Myne eyes thow too● and did their ayde procure And thus I help't to steill my self to the Deip sob● and tears heir stayd hir wofull speche And with dumbe signes his pitie did beseeche 29. But all this tyme the Prince look't doune to ground Rueth reas●one pitie wo amaizement bred Yet in his besome loue no place hade founde But myldest pitie hade so far him led That hardlie he from yeilding was refraind Yet thus he answers and from loue restraind 30. Madame quod he your luckles loue I rew And would it mend if with my life it stood Too base my birthe fair Princes is for yow My woorth too small to equaleize your blood I will not hait and yet I most not loue Mars doth my hert from Cupid far remoue 31. Then dryue those fonde affections frome your mynd Let your wyse hairt calme loue leue secure Loue is a monster furius fer● and blynd And I 'm an errant Knight base woorthles poor● I 'le serue yow still if yow but loue for beir In ioy in greif in confort hope in feir 3● Forbeir quod she and must I then forbeir O? mad misluck O? loue O? chaunce O Fate O loue O torment great O greif o fear O? plague of plagues O desperat deceat O sting O deadlie Poysione of the hairt O hell of mightie mynds o death O smairt 33. Forbeir to loue O word of sad disgrace The task begune by loue must loue not end Natur had fram'd the fair and sweet alace But the a crewell Tygers mynd did send O crewell nature man O man to crewell To foule a blot to staine so fair a Iewell 34. And loue forbeir alace that word forbeir O sad decrie O sentence of my death O torment of my soule from verteus spheir Could suche disdane and loath sum hait tak breth Thou loues to liue in scorn of loue and me I liue to loue and looth'd for loue must die 35. And now alace the houre approched nye When her sweet lyfe that sweet hold must leaue She drawes a knyfe which hange low be her thie And tuix her breist's a flood-gat vp she reaue Wheir pitie loue and beautie long with stoode The fatall knyfe the lyfe the vitall bloode 36. From him she turn'd her face did this fact Then turns and say's without a shrink or paine Receaue this solemne sacrafeize I mak Vpone the altare of thy heighe disdaine Deir sweet receaue my hairt my lyfe my loue My Virgine soule Fairweell I must remoue 37. And now the starre light of her eyes grew dimme Her fair sweet face vpone her shoulder fell In her paill looks sad pitie lookt on him Her trembling kneis grew weak doun she fell Lyik ane fair floure pure beautifull and young By frost new slaine youth had but newly sprung 38. ●une as discoloured opell's change and turne The whyte now wan now pale heir reid their blew Her louelye whyte grew pale and seem'd to murne The reid in spot's did change to azure hew The Sune grew dimme and smylling heau'ns did lou● The cloud 's did murne floods of tears doun powre 39. The Prince that saw both lyfe and soule was gone His mightie mynd began for to relent His syght his speeche his sense him left a none Woe sorow cair greif sadnes discontent His lyfe and breath clos'd in his hairt withall Pale cold and dead he on her breist did fall 40. Thow lyes Penardo dead vpoune the ground Whom myghtie armies could not ouerthrow Nor losse of blood nor many greuous wound Could mak the shrink or flie or yeeld or bow Altho she dyed for loue and for thy hait Yet should thow not be blam'd bot crewell fate 41. But Fortune wold extinguish put out His shynning lampe of conquest prais and fame For Doreo that long hade sought them out With iclousie and loue despight and shame Was thither led whene he this sight did vew Bothe ioy and greif dispair and hait ensue 42. Ioyfull he was to sie Pelympus dead But deadlie wofull for his mistres deir Tuix contrar passiones finds he no remead At last reuenge on his dead corpes he sweir That wheir before he was renound praisde His infamie to heaune should now be rais'd 43. The fatall knyfe which in her brest he spyed He pulls away and putt's into the place The Princes dagger then alowd he eryede Ah treassone tresson ah wo wo alace Whoe 's d●eidfull noyes th●ow all the palace ring 's And thither Lords Knights Erles Barones brings 44. When they had hard sein this wofull sight Their come the King the Quene the Ladyes all Great was their cair their angwish their despight They weep they murne they sigh they cry they cal That roks wodes montanes sound furth sad dispair Whoe 's Echos fill the earthe and emptie aer 45. Yet some more ware and wyse perseauit the Prince No● dead but falne a soune the whiche thy tell In chains in cord's in gyues they brought him thence Vnto a dungeone deep and dark lyk Hell When he reveiu'd and fand him self in chains He woundred muche at last he thus complains Penardo his complaint WHat do I liue quod He And speek and sie breath Whoe 's damned soule the heaun's abhors And ●kornes to geue me death And of that guer done due For sin● they me depryue Till I should daylie leiue and die Ten thousand deaths a lyue Come death teir furth my hairt My too too crewell hairt That of my loue more then deseru'd Did skorne she should haue paire But death sence thow art vsde Poore virgins lyfes to tak Thow pities so to ease my paine Since hell abhors my fact Yow fearfull monstres all Yow feends yow furies felt Yow Centaurs Harpy's Hydra's foull Yow Gorgons grim of Hell Come Plutos damned Ghosts Come all since death delayes With legiouns of your greislie troups I 'le feght and end my dayes But o yow fear to veiu worse then your selfs can be Mo torments in my soule abyds Then yow in Hell can see Fa'ine would I flie my self Becaus my self I

Vpone her rosie cheeks sweit beauties poses She breath'd sweit balme whoe 's odore phisick proue To purge grosse sense sharpe dull witts for loue 51. And war●one Cupid dalieed in her lap Snatching the cristall balls still as they fall And at Penardo throwes him to intrap Too weell that craftie Cupid knew with all How to reuenge Penardos former wrong Whiche wofully he acted now ere long 52. O thow Penardo braue Penardo thow What doest thow think or whei● on dost you gaize Heth loue o're cum the has one made the bow Whoe 's hand o're airmyes gote the conquiring prais● But O what hairt so hard or strong to keepe But yeeld's to loue when beautie list to weepe 53. And whill he stoode in this amaize he seis A simple Groome vpone a galant-horse Who cryes and sighes and weeps with watrie eyes And followes still the ●raine with great remorce At him he wold enquire and run's a paee Who in few words thus answred him Alace 54. Sire Knight if ere true pitie pears'd your hair● Or if the vow of knight hoode you obey Releeue my Dame and ease her wofull smair● By cruell tyranes reft and brought away Tak this my horse and stay my Ladyes flight Thryce happie I if this succeid a right 55. The haples Prince no questione more wold craue But taks the horse and after them he ryd's The wicked Groome that did him so deceaue Was not a Groome but in that shape abyds Fals Arebo so full of all disceat That sought his deathe fall of his estate 56. For when the Prince eskeap't Philenas traine Wairn'd be the Angell when he fled by nigh● She wold haue murdred him for his disdaine But finding he hade sau'd him self by flight With Arebo consults for her reuenge Who hade deuys'd this traine fearce crewell strange 67. This galant Lady whom the Prince had sein Was faire Olinda whom the fares ordaind Faire crewell chaste of all hearts the Queene Loue bow'd to her but she all loue disdaind Ore Macedon she regn'd whoe 's shaip by airt The wisard fraim'd to worke Penardos smairt 58. Laissa oft requirde the Prince to stay Ti●l she with him the quarrel hade embrac'd But he impatient of all delay Told herd he would returne agane in haist Yi● loue made her vnfit to follow fast Till wandring farre she lost the way at last 59. And wearied with her heauye armours weyght Dround in displeasure sorowes greifs and harmes She traueld till the dark and dreid full nyght In folds the worlde within her lazie airmes Then rest's she by a fonte bevaills her state Her luck her chance her fortune and her fate FINIS Heir ends the first book of the famous History of PENARDO and LAISSA To the Authour NAture and arte contending which should proue Most fauourd of the muses did ordaine Old Orphaeus their Iudge who broght his loue From Plutoes kingdome and from hellish payne But he excus'd him self his workes wer torne And with tymes rusly Canker cleane outuorne Yet Sayd that he would wish them to ane vther Whoe 's lynes could weall decyd their wrangling stryff And soe thy braue Penardo did discover Wheirby aste seem'd to be bereaft of lyff Whilst thou hir conqur'our to thy greater grace Makst arte to nature euin in arte giue place Then since thu'rt arts Controler natures Chyld Stird vp by vertue to encreass thy fame Leaue not Layssa thus from loue exyld For saue thy self non dare attempt the same And as thou dost in vs sweet thoghts Inspyre Soe goe thou one and we shall still admyte

a sound It seem'd a heighe and bloistring wind did ryse And looking wheir the veshell to haue found He saw a piller rai●ed vp whoe 's end Reatch'd frome the ground almost vnto the pend 23. Then did he heare a murmur and a noyes A duilfull murning and a wofull sound So from a hollow pitt resounds a voyce Of one that lyes tormented vnder ground Or lyk the ghostlie and the dreidfull dine That roaring bulls mak hollow Caues within 24. The piller seem'd to be of marble stone In forme of ane Pyrameid as it stood W●thin the which the virgine was alone Tormented still within the boyling blood Penardo knew but help of humane hand That it was fraimd his furie to with stand 35. But neirer to the piller when he drew Sum goldin letterd lyns he might espy Whoe 's meining was as efter doeth ensue Be not so bold this aduenture to try Least Faits who made the most admeird of all Should mak the most in famous for thy fall 36. But cairles who had thus menac'd him so Which serud but to affray a fanting hairt Now round about the piller does he go While as he finds sum other lyns insert Wheirby he knew the former faing'd deny all Was but to stay him from a farther tryall 27 WHat ere thow be that proues to end the pains Of this tormented Mayde that heir remains And wold vndoe the great and woundrous frame Which Mansays arte has build it for the same The tapre from the birning Altar take And drinsh it in the fearfull thundring lake But first from birning lust search some releiff For These tuo Princes wrapt in all mischeiff 28. Not half so fast the Tyger swift furth goes Th●ogh desert wayes for to redeeme h●r brood As does the P●en●e when these glad n●wes he knoes Vnto the alta● wheir the tapre stoode He hopes yet doubt-sum ill might him be fall To marr his hope hap will desyre and all 29. Cassandras armour was not now for noght Els of that dame in ●mour'd hade he beine For the eff●ct of this enchantment wrought On eurie one before that had her seine And being once entangled by her loue Te tortche they could not steir nor toutch nor moue 30. Yea surelie if his armours vertue strong Had not resisted the enchantments force Within the caue he should haue stayd so long While he had diet for loue without remorce Her beautie was of force strength pow're to moue Yea massacre a world of Hairts with loue 31. But he who in his armour does retaine The rare and precious stone of chastitie Whoe 's vertue is the owner to restraine F●om lo●e or lust or Venus fantasie Could not be mou'd to love so none but he Could end the fair Laissas miserie 32. And entring now within the brazen portch The which he thinks to be the only way E●ne w●th the light of this his lytle tortch He saw some lynes ing●aph'd which made him stay Vpon the brasen gate he did behold Inde●ted all with courious warks of gold If ought thow lose that thow has brauelye win Thow deir●●e sh●ll repent thy comeing in 33. Now he began to gaize vpon the ground And calling presentlie vnto his mynd The deing Knight whom he before had found Within the Caue and of his counsall kynd He knew it was the taper to defend Or els her sorow should with death haue end 34. And by this tyme within a goodlie Hall He entred was when vewing wee l this sight The rare proportion was maiesticall To eurie airt their was a galant light And glaid their of ioy cheirt his countenance So Phoebus flour spred's when her lord does glance 35. Long stayd he nought when looking heir and their One his left hand a doore he might espy Within the which he saw a gall'ry fair Wheir pleasur did invite a gaizing ey While throgh this pleasant gall'ry he was walking He thought he hard sum people softlie talking 36. Whoe 's murmuring sound hade drawne him now in sight Of a fa● chamber that was richelie hung Wheir sporting at their dalleing delight Wer Knights and Ladyes lying all along Vpon ●he pa●ement wrought of cristall rock Whose glances bright the Prince his sight did chock 37. But his delight did him thair after lied Vnto ane other chamber much more fair For their the cristall pauement all was spred With crimsone veluet costlie ritche and rair And in the mids a piller stoode vpright Of gold that shynd flam'd glāc'd with sparkling light 38. Adioynd vnto the piller rose a throne Of beattin gold whoe 's lustre cleir vnstaind The beautifullest Queene did sit theirone That cristall heaune or solid earthe containd And round about her stoode a comlie traine Of kings queins lords knights dames that loue had slaine 39 Their was the Queene of Carthage Dido fair Who for Aeneas loue hade lost her breath And for Antonius loue with Vipers their Sad Cleopatra Sting'd her self ●o deathe Their Ariadne that her self hade slaine For proud vnthankfull Theseus disdaine 40. Whoe 's lyfe decre'd to Minotaurus raige She fred and from the Labyrinthe h●m gaind Their was Media by whoe 's counsaill saige Iason the goldin glorious fleice obtaind Their Phillis who did many passiones proue Chuseing sad death for sweet Demophoons loue 41. Their Iulia the wyfe of great Pompey Who died becaus she feird her husbands death Their Porsia for Brutus loue did stay Who with hote birning coalls hade choakd her braith Their Pisca with her louer loud to be Who threw them selfs both heidlongs in the Sea 42. Their might Pandorus loueing dame be seine That chus'd for to be buried quick in graue Rather then be the Persean monarchs Queene Becaus he did her louers lyfe bereaue The Greciane dame fair Camma their did moue Who slew her self and him that flew her loue 43. These weme● with their louers did inioy A pleasant lyfe about this princelie Queene And men that did for loue them selfs distroy Menon that hang'd him self might their by sein For to the proud Assyriane King alone His best beloud Semiramis head gone 44. And their Tiberius Gracchus did remaine That fund tuo Serpents in his chamber floore And knowing if the ●emell first wer slaine His lyfe should longer not his wyfes indure The Male he slew so w●ell he ●oude his wyfe And m●de his deathe the ransone of her lyfe 45. And Marcus Lepidus did their abyde That slew him self eune for his loues disdaine And Platius Numidius by his syde That for his deir loues death him self hade slaine Their old Syluanus that him self hade hangd Becaus proud Nero wold his loue haue wrang'd 46. Their Pollio graue and sad a Germane borne A famous Knight though Fortune wrought his fall This was the Knight that in the Caue beforne Had told the Prince what th●i● should him befall There many more that died without remorce For Lissaes loue by the enchauntments force 47. All these and many thousand their remaines Who to that

he bereft of lyfe 44 By tuo strong gyants mightie fearce and bold Which Maro fearce and Bramarano heght That does ow'r Creitt their crewell scepter hold Which they haue won by murther bloode and feght Her beautie fame vnto their ears hade soundit Wheir by proud Bramaranos hart was woundit 45. This Bramarano sone to Maro is Who hearing of Philenas wedding day Come with his Syre and feftie Knight of his While she poore soule was but ane easie prey For all the court in pompe in ioy in stait Had nether sword shield armis not feard deceat 46. Thrie scoir and more into this wofull broyle Wer slaine and their the Prince of Antioch fell Whoe 's onlie valour long with stude this spoyle Seune airmed Knights he slew vnarm'd him sell On Bramaranos sword at last he smairted O crewell death o Tyrant crewell hairted 47. This woefull murther wrought they thence remoue Philaena fair with trauell paine and toyle Nor could her car her greif her sorow moue Their harts to pitie nor their hands from spoyle But Bramarano would haue rapt the prey Which eye should not behold nor tongue bewray 48. And yet withe tear's with murninge and complaint His hairt by Nature furious fearce and cr●well She mou'd on this conditione to relent Tho loue still brunt and lust still fond the fewell Where noght but beautie breideth loues desyre Lust feids the flamme and booldith stil the fyre 49. He was content if in tuo months she could Find out a knight to vanquish him in fight Vnto her formar libertie she should Be set and he should quyt discharge his right Prouyding if no Knight with stoode his stryfe She should remaine his Concubine or wyfe 50. And now tuo tym● has swartishe Cynthia shynd Tuyce showin her spherick face with borrowed light And tuyce agane to horned shape declynd Since I frome fair Philenae took my flight To find sum Knight sum Champione or sum Lord That wold to hir his happie ayde afford 51. Yet haue I fund not one that hade regaird To honor glorie fame or dignitie Altho she geues her self for their rewaird Who conquere shall so fearce ane Enemie And now no more but full tuo weiks remains Of the appointed tyme which he ordains 52. Thus haue yow hard the somme and heill ●ffect Of all my toyle my trauell and my paine Sure then quod he it seem's that yow neglect To find a Knight or els no Knights remaine Bot if the heau'ns so pleas or it be long I shall abaitt his pryde reuenge her wrong 53. Thanks sir quod sho your great good will I sie But lo yow lai●k both a●mour sword and sheild I was but knight●d now of lait quod he And swoor to wear none till I wan't in feild Why then quod she if our reuenge ensue The heaun's has sm●ld and I haue done my due 54. The Prince and she both enters in the bairge But heaun's preserue him f●om that deeulishe traine Which falslie is deuys'd fo● him at lairge To worke his shame his fall his death his paine Who ou'r that great Danubius is gone A companeid with fals deceat alone Caput XIIII Argument THe Prince is by this feind furthled Vnto Philaena's bour He slayes the Gyant seine by fair Philena from her tour Her raige to loue does turne but lou● Disdaint turns meir despight She seiks his death he 's by an Angell warnd flies by night 1. HAppie ar they that can eschew deceat Whoe 's baits ar beautie glorie flattri● gain● That vertue pulls frome honors hie estait Alluring them by what they wold obtaine Thus hope of vertue glorie praise fame Leads them to death destructione foyle shame 2. So does the craftie Crocadeill entyse Beneth the fertile banks of flowing Nile ●he trauellers with murnefull platns and cryes ●s if it wer sum wofull wight that feill The pains of death but when they come to sie With terrour feir and death to●mented be 3. Suche kynd compassione with Penardo wrought He goes bot knowes not to his death deuys'd So was decreid and so Philena sought So with this false deceat she him entys'd For tatling Fame had ●●id it knowne to all That Prince Euphrasies did before him fall 4. Whai●fo●e long tyme she murn'd she sigh't she plaind At last she send when for reuenge she cryes For Arebo a visarde who sustain'd And brought her vp in youthe with him t' aduyse Whoe 's ai●t his wit his will to ill entysde Ay ill he wrought ill vsde and ill devysde 5. He told her that the Prince Penardo was So braue a knight whom heaune so muche did fauour All slights all straits all daunger could he pas Except he chanc'd but sword o● armis to wauer In chantment strong his vertue still commands If mou'd to wraith whole armeis he with stands 6. Whoe 's might be then had brought to end he said The fairest rarest wounderfullest warke That ere be force of magick airt was maid Yet he the wished end shall not remark For that shall be vnsein vnfun'd vnknown● Till tyme place fates and fortune leaue to frowne 7. Wheir for now fits the seasone for reuenge Now fits the tyme to croune thy iust desyre Now trauells he throw desert montanes strainge From whence my arte shall mak him heir reteir For Bramaeran●●end ●end whoe 's strenth all knowes To the that Gyaunt great affectione showes 8. Feid him with showes and shaddowes of delight Whoe 's valo●r stre●th and might so weell is knowen If not by him not by the world ●hat Knight M●y be orecu● or vanquish● or or'e throwen Yea if he h●d● his armour sword or sheild He nor all Europe could not win the feild 9. Thus did the wiked wisard her entyse To act thi● fals deceat and crewell slight Which was perform'd eune as he did denyse And Bramarano brought was to the fight Whoe 's furie strength and might so knowne by fame That all those kingdomes trembled at his name 10. Thus Arebo ane wicked feind hade sent In shape of Mayde with whom o're that fair stream● Of Danubie the Prince Penardo went Not doubting ill deceat disg'race nor shame But in her louelie looks deceat did loure So Serpents lurck amidst the fairest floure 11. When ouer Danubius the Prince was gone With this foule feind this ladie and this guyde Such will hast zeal and such desyre alone He had that fast he on his iourney hy'd Ah happie Prince hade it bene know'ne to the. Who train'd the brought the bure the compaine 12. In fals report no credit nor no hope Thow wold hau● had nor haue beleeud deceat But mightie Ioue who gaue thy rains the sko●pe His Angell send for to preserue thy staitt Els furies feinds ghostes Spreitts fairies all Had brought shame death euerlasting fall 13. Guydit by hell altho preserud by heaun'e At last Philenas palace he ●spyde Vpoun a rock heighe built wer castells seau●e Below a murmuring riuer softlie glyd