sweet Loue doth flames contriue The which shall burne me vp at once that now doe burne aliue Alas then did she pause in teares that Doracles were by To take it from his eyes not eares that I for him doe die At least perhaps he would confesse my loue to be no lie But Want wit I offensiue sights to Doracles I craue Long liue deare Hart not minding me when I am laid in graue And you my Lords by those same Goddes whose sight I hope anon I coniure that ye him inuest your King when I am gon Alonely say I liu'd and died to him a Louer true And that my parting Ghost did sound sweete Doracles adue A sigh concluding such her words she closed vp her eye Not one of vs beholding it that seemed not to die Thus to your Grace I leaue to gesse how tragick Daphles died In Loue my Lord yea louing you that her of Loue denied The Picture and this same discourse afford sufficient woe To him that maimed in his minde did to his Pallace goe Theare Doracles did set abroach a world of things forgot What meanest thou man ah frantick man how art thou ouershot He said to hate the substance then and loue the shadow now Her painted board whose amorous hart did breake whilst I not bow And couldst thou churlish wretch cōtemne the loue of such a Queene O Gods I graunt for such contempt I iustly bide your teene Her onely beautie worthy Ioue that now on me hath power Was worthie of farre worthier Loue without a further dower But gaze thou on her senceles Signe whose selfe thou madest thy pray And gazing perish for thy life is debt to her decay Time going on greefe it grewe on of dolour sprung dispaire When Doracles to Daphles Tombe did secretly repaire Theare teares a preface to the rest these onely words he spake Thy Loue was losse for losse my life in recompence doe take Deare Daphles So a daggers stab a Tragedie did make Well did this Tragicke matter sort to Cacus Tragicke vaine But merrier matter did behoue such humour to restraine That knew the second Sister well who smiling ere she spake Began her turne and of her Tale the next report I make CHAP. X. A Proper Lad made Loue quoth she vnto a pretie Lasse In self-same house for-worne with age this Maidens Grandame was Her eyes were sunck into her head her cheekes were leane and lank Out stood her chin into her mouth her bloodlesse lips they sanke Her toothlesse chappes disgracst her tongue in telling of a Tale And sucke she might a Teat for teeth and spoonage too did faile Her haire since sixtie yeares not blacke was now or white or none The substance of her wrinkled face was only skin and bone Dimme were her eyes deafe were her eares tanke smelt it shee could sent A Palsie made her feeling cease downe tastlesse food it went Sight hearing sent touch tast and all thus failing with her strength She to her chamber bed and chaire betooke her at the length But gold is lou'd till graue hath lodg'd her bags and she were one And she must giue the Maidens Dowre or els her Dowre is none The young man though he lou'd the Maid on whom no loue was lost Yeat did he loue to liue and knew that marriage asketh cost The olde wiues bags did let the Banes with whom he smoothed so That flattered she fantised her moldie braines did cro What Diuel I wote not made her dote she doted on the man Her rotten trunke and rustie face she finified than And seeth what she could not see her senslesse Senses worke And vnderneath a wrinckled hide a wanton heart did lurke Vnkindly too she kisses gaue which he did kindly take Supposing that her kindnes was but for the Maidens sake Her crooked ioynts which long ere then supported scarcely stood She brought vnto a wallowing pace disiellowing so her bloud And all for loue surreuerence Loue did make her chew the cudde Young Battus from his Omphida for they were named so Dislodged by the Grandame long to worke did roundly goe Desiring both the Maiden and to marrie her a Dower The old-wife netled at his words for all her loue did lower And drying vp what drained out in belching thus did say The thing friend Battus you demaund I gladly not denay But well you wot that I am old and yeat not all so old But that the remnant of my life may spend the wealth I holde As all are neerest to themselues so to my selfe am I And all shall lacke ere I will lacke store is no sore we trie If you doe like of Omphida I also like the match Loue hath no lacke ye both are young wealth comes to such as watch You louing her she to her selfe a dowrie is if not My money shall not sell the Maid a sinfull sale God wot For money shall not sell my selfe And yeat I cannot see But that a comfort to mine age an honest match would be My Goods besides doe want a Guide and often did I know Your youngers vpon elder wiues then I themselues bestow And liued well and loued well But as I doe not care For mariage so an honest match I neuer will forsweare Well Battus take you Omphida but if you money craue My bagges must onely vent to him whome I my selfe shall haue Yeat thinke not I mislike of you in that you haue not sped But thinke I wish no better match if I my selfe should wed Thus cunningly she closde with him and he conceaues her thought Vnequall was the Combat then that Loue and Lucar wrought The one was in her flowring age the other to too old The first with beautie did allure the latter with her Gold But stormes thought Battus haue their stops not long the Croen can liue Or if my kindenes length her life my kindenes God forgiue Reso luing therefore on such hope with easie sute he got Assurance to be wedded to the old deformed Trot. Medea charmed Aeson yong Battus Medea-like Did worke no lesse a euer vpon this vaine vnweldie Tyke Now on the bridle played she yeat as she laughes she lookes With ielious eyes if Omphida be blotted out his bookes Yea she that could not moue before now crauleth euery wheare To prye if Battus play not false and cause there was to feare But all this while no mariage was nor witnes of their match And well he knewe that widdowes shrinke if men forslowe dispatch So hasting what she hindred not come was the wedding day The Morning thawde the eauening frost and slipprie was the way Yeat hobling on her rustie ioynts to Churchward goes the Bride Whose feete her harts vnequall gides could nothing els but slide Then Battus kindly leadeth her and euer as she trips God blesse thee Mouse the Bridegroome said and smakt her on the lips The oftner stumbled then his Beast the oftner to be kist And thinketh in her gentle Choyse her selfe not meanly blist But when the
of the Moone Endymions lippes I wot But for I will disperse the mistes of further Mysteries And toogh the Pinuesse of my thoughts to kenning of your Eyes If Geâ—try Madame might conuay so great a good to me From auncient King Cadwallader I haue my pettigree If wealth be sayd my want I say your Grace doth want no wealth And my suppliment shall be loue imployed to your health It hath beene when as heartie Loue did treate and tie the knot Though now if gold but lacke in graines the wedding fadgeth not The goodly Queene in bashfull signes blusht out a dumbe Replie Which he did constur as she meant and kist her reuerently Tuder quoth she I greater am than would I were for thee But can as little maister Loue as Lessers in degree My Father was a King a King my Husband was my Brother He is a King a King my Sonne and I thy Soueraignes mother Yeat Fathers Husbands Brothers Sonnes all their Stiles together Are lesser valewed than to liue beloued of my Tuder Should England France and thou thy selfe gainesay thy selfe for mine Thy selfe France England nor what els ' should barre me to be thine Yea let them take me wilfull or mistake me wanton so My selfe in loue do please my selfe let all the world say no Let Pesants matte their marriages and thriue at peraduenture I loue for loue no gentle heart should fancy by Indenture But tell me Owen am I not more forward then behooues I am sweet-Heart but blame me not the same that speaketh loues And long may liue quoth he to loue nor longer liue may I Than while I loue your Grace and when I leaue disgraced die But Ladie if I doe deserue I then desire dispatch For manie are the iealous Eies that on your beautie watch Good hap is like to hit me well to hit so well is rare And rarenesse doth commence my sute let sute conclude my care Should Caesar kisse he kissed her it were but such a kisse And he and I here or elsewhere in other sport or this Doe act alike no bettring but as your belouing is You may experience when you please what difference in the men And if King Henry pleased more blame Owen Tuder then But am I not yes Sweete I am more sawsie than behooues Yeat for my heart forgiue my tongue This speaketh and That loues How he imprison'd did escape and else what else-wheare reede The Queene and this braue Gentleman did marry and their Seede Began that royall Race that did doth and may still succeede In happie Empire of our Throne a famous line in deede Once when this Match was at a point they merrily disposed Did descant what from vulgar tongues thereof would be supposed They will beleeue me amorous or thee so wiued as Vulcan the Smith of Lemnos that to Venus married was The Queene did say And Tuder said I hope of hansell better In Venus and in Vulcans names more lieth than the letter For he was as I would not be She as you should be neuer Either so apt to giue and take as pittie them to seuer I pray thee Owen quoth the queene how met they canst thou tell I can he said and more then so then marke the processe well When Vulcan was a Batcheler and Venus was vnwed Thus wowde he her thus wonne he her thus wowde won he sped CHAP. XXX VEnus the fairest Goddesse and as amorous as faire Belou'd of Mars and louing Mars made oftentimes repaire To Vulcans forge as to see wrought for Iupiter his Fire And thunders Mars his Armors and the Sunwaines curious tire When they indeede of merriments in Loue did theare conspire And lastly did conlude the Smith a Stale vnto their sport Wherein did Venus play her part preuayling in this sort Vulcan quoth she no God there is I thinke but needeth thee For Thunders Ioue Ceres for Sieths for Armors Mars I see Bacchus for prewning Kniues and Pan for Sheep-hookes Phoebus hee For Cart-tiers Dis for shakling chaines Neptune for Ankers and No God but lackes thee sauing I that aske not at thy hand My Swans do draw in silken Geeres my wheeles be shod with downe No hardines is in beauties Coach But thou by birth no Clowne But Ioue his Son a God as wee art made a drudge too much When if that Venus might be heard thou shouldest not be such How apt are all in those same toyles that tende to their behoofe To let thee beare till backe doth breake but common is the proofe That cunning is not cunning if it standeth not aloofe By this had Vulcan hammered his heate and bad to stay The Bellowes and he lymping from the Anfeeld thus did say My busines Venus is ydoe now may I tend to play What woudst thou for I member scarce thy arging by my fay Wodst that I leaue the forge and thrt I god it with the Gods If so thou meanst thy meaning and my meaning be at ods Sweeter my Bellowes blowing and my hammers beating is To me then trimmest fidling on the trickest kit ywis Aske whatso-else I haue to giue thous maunde it for a kis As if quoth she my kisses were so currant vnto all No not at all to Vulcan if his kindnesse be so small I aske thy proper ease then earne thy proper ease and aske More than a kisse at least wise doe thy selfe from Mars vntaske He is my Foe frend thou not him nor forge him Armes but let Him luske at home vnhonored no good by him we get What lets but that we may become superlatiues Of vs All stand in neede we neede not them Then gaue shee him a â—us And saist me so quoth Vulcan and vnto the trough he hies And skowres his coly fists and face and with his apron dries Them badly mended and vnto the Queene of Dalliance sayes That Mars should lusk at home for him Then guilefull Venus playes Her part so well that on her lappe his head the Dotardlayes And whilst vpon her pressed Thies no Hauen for such Hulke He â—olls and loades her with the weight of his vnwealdy bulke And whilst she coyes his sooty Cheekes or curles his sweaty top The Groshead now and then as hapt a thred-bare terme le ts drop Then laughes he like a horse as who would say trow said I well But soone his wits were Non plus for his wooing could but spell This fitted her for so before twixt Mars and her was ment Though not that she so cunningly should Mars of Armes preueÌ„t But him to stawle in store not els employde was her intent Her Lubber now was snorting ripe and she meane while was glad That for to serue her turne else-wheare so good a Staile she had What passe I thinketh Venus on his forme or fashions rude For letting forme and fashion passe one fashion is pursude In getting Children at the least who so the Child shall git It shall suffice that Vulcan is the same shall father it Now Mars in
Country wench a Neatheards maid where Curan kept his Sheep Did feed her Droue and now on her was all the Shepheards keepe He borrowed on the working daies his holie russets oft And of the Bacons fat to make his Startops blacke and soft And least his Tarbox should offend he left it at the Folde Sweete Growte or Whig his Bottle had as much as it might hold A Sheeue of bread as browne as Nut and Cheese as white as snowe And Wildings or the Seasons fruite he did in Scrip bestow And whil'st his py-bald Curre did sleepe and Sheep-hooke lay him by On hollow Quilles of Oten strawe he piped melody But when he spied her his Saint he wipte his greasie shooes And clear'd the driuell from his beard and thus the Shepheard wooes I haue sweet Wench a peece of Cheese as good as tooth may chaw And bread and Wildings souling-well and therewithall did drawe His Lardrie and in eating see you Crumpled Ewe quoth he Did twinne this fall and twin shouldst thou if I might â—up with thee Thou art too eluish faith thou art too eluish and too coy Am I I pray thee beggerly that such a Flocke enioy I wis I am not yeat that thou doest holde me in disdaine Is brimme abroad and made a gybe to all that keepe this Plaine There be as quaint at least that think themselues as quaint that craue The Match that thou I wot not why maist but mislik'st to haue How wouldst thou match for well I wot thou art a Female I I know not her that willingly with Maiden-head would die The Plowmans labour hath no end and he a Churle will prooue The Craftsman hath more worke in hand then fitteth vnto loue The Marchant traffiquing abroad suspects his Wife at home A Youth will play the Wanton and an olde-man prooue a Mome Then Chuse a Shepheard With the Sun he doth his Flocke vnfold And all the day on Hill or Plaine he merrie chat can hold And with the Sun doth folde againe then iogging home betime He turnes a Crab or tunes a round or sings some merrie ryme Nor lackes he gleefull tales to tell whil'st round the Bole doth trot And sitteth singing care-away till he to bed hath got Theare sleepes he soundly all the night forgetting Morrow cares Nor feares he blasting of his Corne nor vttering of his wares Or stormes by Seas or stirres on Land or cracke of credite lost Not spending franklier then his Flocke shall still defray the cost Wel wot I sooth they say that say more quiet nightes and daies The Shepheard sleeps wakes than he whose Cattel he doth graize Beleeue me Lasse a King is but a man and so am I Content is worth a Monarchie and mischiefes hit the hie As late it did a King and his not dwelling far from hence Who left a Daughter saue thy selfe for faire a matchlesse wench Here did he pause as if his tongue had done his heart offence The Neaâ—resse longing for the rest did egge him on to tell How faire she was and who she was She bore quoth he the bell For Beautie though I clownish am I know what Beautie is Or did I not yeat seeing thee I senceles were to mis. Suppose her Beautie Hellens-like or Hellens somewhat lesse And euery Starre consorting to a puer Complexion gesse Her Stature comely tall her gate well graced and her wit To maruell at not meddle with as matchles I omit A Globe-like head a Gold-like haire a Forhead smooth and hie An euen Nose on either side did shine a graish Eie Two rosie Checkes round ruddy Lips white iust-set Teeth within A mouth in meane and vnderneath a round and dimpled Chin Her Snowish necke with blewish Vaines stood bolt vpright vpon Her portly shoulders beating Balles her vained Breasts anon Adde more to Beautie wand-like was her middle falling still And rising whereas women rise but ouer-skippe I will What Males in Females ouer-skippe imagine nothing ill And more her long and limber Armes had white and azure Wrists And slender Fingers aunswere to her smooth and lillie Fists A Legge in print a pretie Foot coniecture of the rest For amorous Eies obseruing forme thinke parts obscured best With these O thing deuine with these her tong of speech was spaeâ— But speaking Venus seem'd to speake the Balle from Ide to baer With Phoebe Iuno and with both her selfe contends in face Wheare equall mixture did not want of milde and stately grace Her smiles were sober and her lookes were chearefull vnto all And such as neither wanton seeme nor waiward mell nor gall A quiet mind a patient mood and not disdaining any Not gybing gadding gawdie and her faculties were many A Nimph no tong no heart no Eie might praise might wish might see For life for loue for forme more good more worth more fâ—ire theÌ„ she Yea such an one as such was none saue onely she was such Of Argentile to say the most were to be silent much I knewe the Ladie very well but worthles of such praies The Neatresse sayd and muse I do a Shepheard thus should blaze The Coote of beautie Credit me thy latter speech bewraies Thy clownish shape a coined shew But wherefore doest thou weepe The Shepheard wept and she was woe and both doth silence keepe In troth quoth hee I am not such as seeming I professe But then for her and now for thee I from my selfe digresse Her loued I wretch that I am a Recreant to be I loued her that hated loue but now I die for thee At Kirkland is my Fathers Court and Curan is my name In Edels Court somtimes in pompe till Loue contrould the same But now What now deare heart how now what ailest thou to weep The Damsell wept and he was woe and both did silence keepe I graunt quoth she it was too much that you did loue so much But whom your former could not moue your second loue doth touch Thy twise beloued Argentile submitteth her to thee And for thy double loue presents herselfe a single fee In passion not in person chaung'd and I my Lord am she They sweetly surfeiting in ioy and silent for a space When as the Extasie had end did tenderly imbrace And for their wedding and their wish got fitting time and place Not England for of Hengest then was named so this Land Then Curan had an hardier Knight his force could none withstand Whose Sheep-hooke laid apart he then had higher things in hand First making knowne his lawfull claime in Argentile her right He war'd in Diria and he wonne Breâ—â—tia too in fight And so from trecherous Edel tooke at once his life and Crowne And of Northumberland was King long ragning in renowne CHAP. XXI THe Saxons that in these discents deriue from Gods and men â—oue Minos Get a Flokwald Flyn Fredwâ—lfe Fraeloffe VVoden Each as here placed others son not onely Conquer here But with their wandring Armies spoyle the World through-out welnere The English Saxon
the Rownd amids Not Satires or the Naiades were halfe so nimble as This countrey Consort for each Lad was sorted with a Lasse There was a tricksie Girle I wot albeit clad in gray As peatt as bird as straite as boult as fresh as flower in May As faire as Cupids Mother or through him it is I erre Ifso I erre for why his shaft had fixed me to her Shee daunsing dyed her lilly Cheekes whil'st I for loue did diâ— And as vnuisible I stoode what bootes it me to lye And drew with breath her sweet-stole breath so acting spiritually The feast was done and all vndone that I did wish to doe My Deity adiornde therefore in humaine forme I wowe And first because that first they should approach vs Gods I faine My selfe a Priest for well I wot they sildome wooe in vain I made me smug and with a Tex did intermix a toye And tould how fine and faire a life our Clergie-Femes inioy And how our leisure fitted Loue. And let it fit quoth she To such as lust for loue Sir Clarke you clergefie not me Then came I curious in my silkes But who would thinke that Pan Could play the Courtier and did faine my selfe a iolly man I talkt of Castles Mannors Parkes and all things more than mine Too course quoth she am I for you and you for me too fine Then Souldier-like I sued and did boast of Battels many And standing on my Manhood would not be coriu'd of any And sometimes proffered kindnesse such as came not to the push But checked for my boystrousnes was balked with a blush Then play I maister Merchant and did plye her by the booke I spake of great Accompts Receites nor little care I tooke For rigging and returne of Ships her lippes meane while my Pex Ply Sir quoth she your busie trade you are besides the Tex I seeme a countrie Yeoman Then a Craftsman both in vayne The former was too lumpish and the latter worse of twayne Doe what I could I could not doe whereby her loue to gayne Then thought I out of doubt as I a God fayne Manhood so This is transform'd Diana for some practise meant beloe A yeare was past and I past hope through coyish chast denyall And yeat I could not but persist in quest of further tryall I met God Pryapus for he not Venus sonne it is Abuseth vs This darteth Loue That driues to lust amis Seest yonder Clowne quoth Priapus not far-off was a Loute With neare a handsome rag himselfe lesse handsome soole to snout Lesse wel-form'd or more il-fac'st like Clenchpoope looke lim Lesse mannerd and worse gated than this Saturns-Eeue-made Slim God neuer made since God made Man if euer God made him That Lob quoth he and yonder Lasse that this way driues her Gotes Do marke them Pan you may obserue from them vnthought-of notes I knew her for my Minion wench of whom I earst did tell First blend they heards and forthwith lips and after billing fell To other sport such sport ywis as would haue likt me well Must I thought I giue ayme to such a skrub and such a Saint That Skowndrell and this Counterfeit confounded so I faint How cheere you Pan quoth Priapus the shameles God of lust Thus can I fit such friends as you with such a Trull of trust We were indeede ere then at odds So Priapus he left me When he had brought me to this sight that neere of sense bereft me But thus I loathed where I lou'd and learned not too late That coyest are not chastest that the gayest Females mate With Loutes as soone as Lords that Loue is luck not shiftles fate That cowled celled he or she whoso or wheresoeuer Or Votarie or Secular scarse one pryaped neuer To Pans report did Mercurie replie and thus recite Of Cupide and of Priapus doth Pan distinguish right But let be Lust a word or two of Loue and of his might I Entring Guest-wise on a time the frolicke Thabane Court Mine eye presented to mine heart a Nymph of louely Port Her knew I not nor knew she me vnknowne therefore vnkist I loyter on the Earth meane while in Heauen not vnmist My Senses held a Synode and vnacted Acts dispute And nothing els I did affect but to effect my sute For whencesoeuer Loue proceedes or whatsoere it be Or whosoeuer loueth Loue tormenteth in degree Mine Eye conuaid it to mine Heart mine Heart controwld mine Eye Yeat Loue retriu'd it selfe I lou'd not knowing whome or why Then did I seeke and find who am no Milksop as ye wot Acquaintance in the Court the which the nicest balked not Nor smally did my shape my tongue and tunes no common geere Preferre their Master to a place about their Mistresse neere When she did sigh then I did sob I laught if she did smile And by officious Forgeries pretended to begile But her not coy I found so chast as saue a kisse or twaine I nothing got although in all I vained to her vaine From ill therefore I grew to worse from worse to worse for why Through ouer-louing at the length I loued ielously My Stomacke lest me euery sense had imperfection then My colour ceast and sicke I forge contrary cause to men So many Quames came ore my heart as newes to eare or eie Of others commoning in sport or courting seriouslie No Corsiue to Coriuals and no death vnto despaire I did not hope yeat held I on with cost to nourish care Sometime attyred by the booke I faind a merrie cheere Sometime I drouped and did weare disorderly my geere But how-soere I came to her I found her still the same Gamesome enough to intertaine and yet for me no game And though enuiously I aym'd at others better speede Yeat too precisely did I sift such doubts were more than neede Then rowsing vp my selfe I with my selfe did reason thus No folly were in Loue if so no folly were in vs Wheare Mercurie is layd asleepe may others lay a straw The Louer and Beloued are not tyed to one Law Because I am the same I am should shee not therefore bee The same she is mine is too loue but hers to disagree Then Mercurie be to thy selfe thy selfe these thoughts begile With meeter thoughts thou lingerest in losse too long a while Thinke not thy greatnesse or thy gifts or gracious eyes may get her A Foole more foule may seem more faire Loue may think bad the better If she determine Chastititie then falls thy sute to ground Or if some other be preferd then better lost than found Likte or misliked to thy Loue should reason be the bound Or Women loue to be belou'd of chaunge of Clyents or Vncertaine wheare to find them with the Eagle or the Dorr Albeit Beautie mooues to loue and Loue doth make thee sue Better at first be Non-sute than at length not to subdue Such Reasons seeming plausible I fleeting whence I loued By absence and new Exercise old Passions were
Geron should by me to death be done 〈◊〉 â—pâ—ght of Spight in Hespera I golden fruit would pull Three-headed Cerberus in chaynes should make the Iury full Bâ—ast Snake Bore Stag Birds Bealt Planks Bull Theefe Frute Dog Diomeâ—d â—hokt fear'd pâ—uncht cought pearst priz'd washt throwne slaine puld chaned horse fead Were labours lesse than I would act might I of her be spead Dâ—ll mal-contented Saturne rulde the houre when I was borne Had Iupiter then starr'd I had not liued now forlorne Or Mars had steel'd my milkie heart with manlier moods than thees Or Mercurie had apted me to plead for Louers fees Or Sol infused sense to search what better me behou'd Or Venus made me louely so for loue to be belou'd Or Luna Contrary to Loue had bettered the best Ah could seauen Planets and twelue Signes constell one such vnrest Then lou'd that Sier of Gods when he had vow'd his childrens death That Sonne of his made wanton scapes with Lasses on the earth Dâ—rus aske Vulcan and his Arte if thou didst loue or noc And Hermes that he Herse lou'd will not disclaime I troe Nor wâ—art thou Phoebus chaste although thou wor'st a willow withe Thou Citherea hadst a leash of Loues besides the Smith Endâ—â—ion gaynst Diana could vouch farther than the eye Thus lou'd ye all ye churlish Starres yeat let ye Louers dye This sayd he and for this he sayd I for the ruth of this Did vow that whoso once were mine I would be onely his Why these his words did sauor wit not one distraught quoth he Nay heare the rest of his vnrest it followeth thus quoth she Oft would he kisse a senceles Tree and say sweet Mistresse mine I was I am and will be still the same and euer thine Bâ—leeue me or if so you doubt Anatomize my braine And â—re my Senses see your selfe the Sourentesse to raigne Beleeue me or if so you doubt rip out my heart and see Your selfe in it in it you are and euermore will be Beleeue me or if so you doubt commaund I forthwith dye And see your selfe the onely heauen whereto my soule doth flye If such I seeme and be not such let nought betide me well If such I seeme and be not such I wish no heauen but hell If such I seeme and be not such your Fauours let me mis. With that he blest himselfe and sayd ah what a wish was this Then steps he to some other Tree and as vnto a frend Bewayles himselfe with long discourse of loue to little end And as it were a mysterie thus many a time would tell Of one Erickmon as might seeme with him acquainted well Who would quoth he haue thought that he had doted on a Lasses Who rather would haue thought the Girle so gilefull as she was Once brau'd he it and often found with silken Wenches grace Yeat and I wonder faults he not though hauing time and place He neuer hild but gracious thoughts of women yeat I winne The fayrest She he euer saw might quit his thoughts of sinne When of the Court and Citie both he could sufficient say From eithers busie Vanities he getteth him away Amongst the woods his happiest dayes by-come or to be past He found had not Gynettas face intrapped him at last Nor Court nor Citie had she seene yeat eithers prayse she had So much more worth by howe much lesse she was vnnicely clad At sixteene yeares such was she as at Twentie and at boeth Well worth the louing for her loore her face and comely groeth Thence waxing amorous he checkt his eyes that checkt him so Which checks as oft were countercheckt by Loue his mightier Foâ— He loath'd to liue that liu'd to loue and lou'd to losse for why He scorn'd that wontlesse passion or an amorous Foole to dye Full often therefore would he balke her sight that pleas'd him most And if perceau'd to be in loue false freedome would he boast But all for nought not absence or sweete exercise of wit Or ought besides might put aside Loues ouer-mastring fit Thus pyned ere he pleadeth loue yeat pleasing her so well As none had fitter time and place his hearts vnrest to tell At length he flatly sayes he loues when words too sweet for trew Her answere was she liked him and so attonement grew Then vncontroulled kisses and imbracings often mixt With lesse than loue too grosse though more than should be such betwixt Were currant And if euer man did fish before the net If euer man might credit her did by her credit set If euer man for heartie loue deserued honest meede Erickmon might beleeue himselfe to be belou'd indeede More arguments of earnest loue gaue neuer Mayde than she Lesse cause to falsifie that loue gaue neuer Man than he How beit on aduantage play'd Gynetta all this while And by externall smoothnes did obscure internall guile There was a Swayne a wylie wagge that with his apish toyes His Pedlarie and pype-notes such as pleaseth girles and boyes So chang'd I would haue sayd bewitcht but that she often chang'd Gynetta that her former loue was sodaynly estrang'd Erickmon hardly brok't such bace coryuing of the Swayne And of her loue and wits did wish reducement all in vayne Was neuer Girle so ouergon that had so good a wit So well reported of ere then and well deseruing it Than was Gynetta giltie then both of her owne reproofe And of her Louers griefe that sate and sighte thereat aloofe And were it not that she was young and that Erickmon knew She rather seem'd than sin'd in deede he might haue err'd in view With weeping heart he her remaunds to be with him at-one And many restlesse daies and nights consumeth he in mone To thinke vpon her madnes which her selfe beleeued none Her too much wronged Relict might as wel he might be greeu'd Perhaps offended but God knowes no whit the more â—eleeu'd So wilfull she so wylie and officious was her Squier That craft intrapping craft they both did enter bootles fier She bore a mind more haughtie than to humble her so much And he a bacer minde than that he hop't his fortune such Yeat either lik't at randon not resoluing any end Vnlesse perhaps she dallied him as erst her former srend Meane while for Apes be euer Apes somwhat did he not well That mou'd a discord and through it their loues deuorse befell Erâ—â—kmon languisht all this while not re-beloued long For shee that â—ayl'd to doe him right did feofe on him the wrong Who giltles pleadeth giltie for what was it he would not To reconcile her fauour lost might seeme ere it was got So loue againe a foote gaue both re-intertainement hot Not any lou'd they nere so much seem'd more to loue than they Nor any lou'd she any whit in loue made shorter stay Than shee for he doe what he could did often times offend For why euen impudently she grew toyous in the end That was so modest comly erst as none might lier amend
in that Climate Frozen dead shut vp with isie Driftes Thus died he and all with him if so to die be death But no saith Heauen no saith their Fame suruiuing them on Earth Then Chancelor his onely Ship remayning of that Fleete For Fynmarke at the VVardhouse sayles with his Conforts to meete There day it is two months of length and Mal-strands Poole it makes Such hidious rore deuouring floods that tenne miles distance shakes Wheare frustrate of his Friends in quest with courage not deiect He for the Course preposed did his ventrous Sayles direct KIng Arthur Malgo Edgar once to haue subdewd are saide Orkney Gotland Island and those former in that Traide Gronland VVireland Curland and colde Scrikfyn them obayde Newland with others and those Isles wheare men saue Eyes alone Are hid in hides of Beasts and Beasts saue Fish haue Fothernone Now Chancelor ariuing mong'st the Laplandeâ—s at last They seeing vncouth Men and Shippes weare wondringly agaste For eare that day was heard no Shippe that churlish Pole had past The Lapland Bay wheare he ariu'd now cald Saint Nicholas Bay Though Russiah fifteene hundreth Miles from Mosco is away Theare Winterd he at Newnox till safe-Conduct being sent Thence to their King on swift-drawne Sleads through frozen waies he went Not like Sarmatian Scithians for the Moscouites be so He found them plaine but rather much in Pompe to ouer-floe They neuer in the Russian Courte till then did English see His intertainment therefore was as stately as might be In sundrie Roomes weare hundreds seene in Gold and Tyssue clad A Maiestie Augustus-like their King inthroned had Let passe what paste in speech betwixt our Pilot and their King Full well could Chancelor demeane himselfe in euery thing Let passe how in Basilius Court most royally he fead Suffise it that our Agent of his arrant thither spead That is that Ours might trade with theÌ„ of which large leaue is read More not vnworthie note here of our purpose is to say But this be first of Mandeuil remembred by the way CHAP. LXIV WE left him form'd a Trauelet braue Pilgrim Knight farewell And Elenor sweete Soule in Loue with whom she could not tell He trauels for to leaue his Loue not caring where he lose it She for her Loue to finde it skils not whom so him that Oose it The greene-Knight be whoso he shall her heart had branded hers Wheare is that Second She that Loue for Vertue so prefers Her onely speede howso he shall his heart had branded his Wheare liues that second He that so by louing betterd is T' is often seene Loue works in Man a weake deiected minde T' is euer seene a Womans Loue doth alter as the winde Example then be Mandeuil for Men not to be idle In Amorous Passions Labor is to loue at least a Bridle Example too be Elenor But let vs say no more For Women euer alter saith the Gospell preach't before Conclude we then when Elenor and Mandeuil did die The Method of true louing did with them to Heauen flie For euer since too feruent in their Loue are Men for most But Iris-like in Womens Hearts Loue too and fro doth poste One Stafford of a Noble House a Courtiour of good hauor A friend and fast to Mandeuil and in the Prince his Fauor From Gyprus from his Friend receiu'd two Letters one was his The other sent to Elenor and that purported this Of you receiued I a Ring a Token to your Minde If so I met it and it is my fortune it so finde For if the Heart may as it might for Minde be vnderstood My Heart is yours your Ring so mine Harts interchang'd were good More did I feare than euer in your Ladiship I found Disdainefull Lookes froÌ„ those faire Eyes that me with loue did wouÌ„d Now speake I Loue far from those Lookes so forceable to kill Howbeit that I loue is not to worke or wish you ill Not more than this though Princes Frownes beare death with them feard I For had you lou'd the King mislikt what had I for'st to die Wheare I haue been were blasphemie from Women to detract Great store of Beauties haue I seene but none as yours exact Courts also more than stately with faire Ladies in the same Which seemed common Formes to me remembring but your name When in the Holly-land I prayd euen at the holy Graue Forgiue me God a sigh for sinne and three for Loue I gaue Against the fearce Arabâ—ans I the Soldans Pay did take When oft at Oâ—set for Saint George Saint Elenor I spake The Amazones those lustie Girles beleeue me lik't me Well But nothing in the best of them but doth in you excell I look't vpon the sterile Lake where Heauen-fir'd Sodom was For one thought I here such as you not so had come to pas Most sweete and Soueraigne Balsamum in Indian Fields I saw More soueraign sweeter SeÌ„ts thought I my lips froÌ„ yours could draw Nere Aethiop when the spice-sweete Well of youth I saw I saide My Lady lacketh not hereof Perfection needs not Ayde I sawe nor wonder you I should who sees you sees as much The onely Phoenix Foule and Faier but it and you none such But flying thus about your Blaze your Gnat doth burne his wings To my despairing Passion more your praised Bewtie brings Not Trauell tiers my Loue a whit but Loue doth tire on me Which should I wish me better or you baser of degree Be still the same you are let me exile my selfe for euer Two diffidenses I conceit will let me hope you neuer The first my selfe vnworthy you the latter and the least The Kings Consent But well I wot Loue is a Lordly Feast Aguize so should you so and so despayre is part releast One comfort is before you doome is Execution done My voluntary Banishment already is begon Which if you neuer shall repeale shall neuer end or when Ah can I hope it should you not for vs is England then Nor is it but our minds that make our natiue Homes our Graue As we to Ours Others to theirs like parciall Fancie haue Transmute we but our Mindes and then all one an Alien is As if a Natiue One resolu'd makes euery Country his Your Answer that by Pen our speech to this return'd shall be Voutsafe it vnto Stafford for an Other-I is he In perfect Friendship no suspect for two are one in all Communitie or doubling ioy or making griefe more small But would you to an Vnitie of hearts twixt vs incline Wheare Friendship is angelicall our Loue should proue diuine More write I not blest may you liue teares ouertake this Line When Stafford present Elenor this Letter had perus'de She said as else-where shall ensew Now is in vs infus'de Fresh matter of Discoueries How Chancelor he speade Is said before of Russia thus remaineth to be reade CHAP. LXV AVaste and spatious Empier is Moscouie in the same Bee Riuers Tanais Volga and Boristhenes of fame With
Shaft the Rauisher he slue And though the arrow galled him euen at the very heart Yeat for a while he did indure the not induring smart And hauing brought his trembling Rape into a vallie said See Deianira how thy Loue an end of me hath made Yeat is my death lesse griefe to me then that thou shouldst bestow Thy selfe on such a changing Churle as Hercules I know Sweete Wench I know he dooth preferre contrarie Loues to thee Wherefore my graue the lesse my griefe in this thy good shall be Take this he gaue a folded cloth and to the baene therein He mixed somewhat of his bloud this same quoth he shall win To thee again thy Husbands loue when he shall it estrange For out of doubt I know it I he takes delight in change When thou suspectest such a wrong doe boyle a shirt with this No sooner shall he weare the same herein such vertue is But that his nouell Loue will change and fall whence it did flie Meane while doe not the vnction touch least so the vertue die In all this time betwixt his armes he did the Ladie claspe And hild her so as Hawke a Pray vntill his latest gaspe Then leauing him a liuelesse Coarse mistrusting nought his drift She meaning simply tooke with her the traitours poysned gift And Hercules by this had past the Riuer deepe and wide Who Deianira first imbrast drew from the Centaures side The fatall Shaft that should the death of braue Achilles proue In Phoebus Church by Paris hand for Polixenas loue THe Centaure left vntoombed there Hee Shee and all their traine are come to Lerna whom the King did noblie entertaine Theare had he from their common teares the cruell hauock made By Lernan Hydra whom in Fenne not armies durst inuade His vpper parts had humane forme his nether Serpentine The whole was monstrous yeat his wit more monstrous but most fine For wit is moustrous when the same from vertue doth decline Such were his subtill arguments and still supplies therein That he by often losse of heads was fained heads to winne And wittie thus to others wrong confounded all hee found Propounding questions and a word vnanswered was a wound The Scourge of Tyrants hearing this did promise death or ayde Whilst fearefull Deianira did the contrarie perswade But womans speech from weapons vse might not withdraw him then Til entring Palus he had rousd the Monster from his Denne Disdainfully did Hydra take the presence of his Foe And after subtill arguments to sturdie fight they goe Two blowes at once with Glaue and Taile made Hercules to reele Who since he first had vsed armes the like did neuer feele Not long he borrowed had the Loan but Hydra had the like So either twaine repaye their debt and neither faintly strike But who might stand with Hercules By him the monster fell Who burning vp his vgly shape did passe his soule to hell Which happie fate of Hydras fall left Lerna glad and well From whence to Athens and from thence to Lycia did he saile Then to Hesperia Gerions Realme his outrages to quaile HE by his triple tyrannie for Gerion he was said three headed in respect that him three other Giants aid So spoild and plag'd y e neighbour Realmes with daily wrongs war That all the force of Africa his furie could not barre In Gadira when Hercules his Pillers reared had The which our westerne world not knowne men farther land forbad Then with victorious ships he sets on Gerions chased Fleet And secondly at Megida did either armie meete Theare Gerion with his brothers twaine the Citie did beset And scornefullie aduance themselues as men not to be met Prouiding therefore murall workes they threaten hot assault Whilest Hercules contrarie warres vnto his souldiers taught The Gates wide opned out he comes vnto the Giants three Your men he said are well at worke well met are also wee This lesse then monster more than man a Fiende in humane shape The Spanyard said is he from whom I made so hard escape Yet hardlier shalt thou now escape said Hercules and than Betweene them foure three to one A cruell fight began And euery of the Giants thought himselfe an ouer-match To Hercules who almost gaue to one a quick dispatch The second he dispatcht in deed who fell his latest fall Then thousands came to rescue them yeat one he fights gainst all Till Theseus with the other knights did march their Armie out And ioyne to him their Foes with them and all make battaile stout Then Gerions brother fights againe and both did bathe in bloud It was no fighting where they fought or standing where they stood King Meleus Theseus Hispan and Philoctes did no lesse But soueraignlie the sonne of Ioue bestird him in the presse The Giant Gerions brother then by him did breath his last And Gerion did retire his men into their Gallies fast But where they land theare Hercules wonne landing though he past The Pikes withstanding thousand Swords warding thousand slings Himselfe alone ere that his men to fight on Shore he brings Then Gerion cursing heauen earth bestirre ye friends he cride Now is the time to liue or die let good or bad betide Doe liue as men or die as men see tenne we are for one What lets vs then from victorie that victors haue beene knowne Reuenge your selues reuenge your friends reuenge our cōmō mone Nor did he shrinke from what he said or said not as he wrought His onely deeds were manies death Till Hercules he sought Whome singling after combat long of him his end he cought So to subiection Hespera by Hercules was brought NO better Spanish Cacus sped for all his wondrous strength Whom Hercules from out his Realme debelled at the length A richer King or Tyrant worse liu'd not in any Land Nor any one gainst Hercules in hardier fight did stand Yeat chased by his Conqueror he was inforc'd to flie Vpto a Mountain in those parts where as at poynt to die Through famine by his Magicke Arte he made the Mountaine flame And by that shift escapt his Foe long wondring at the same Then fled the Giant night and day for feare did lend him wings And as about from place to place the wandring Tyrant flings He on a Mount in Italie cal'd Auentine did light Where laboured Cacus did repose his wearied limmes all night In this same Hill he found a Caue which fitting place espide He did resolue in secrecie thenceforth himselfe to hide In that same Mount from sight of men and being theare alone That words at least might vent his woes he maketh thus his mone Ah wretch quoth he no longer King that title now must change Thou late were fearfull vnto all now fearing all must range This ragged Caue must now suffice in stead of Royall seat And though alas the place should please yet want I what to eat Where be my solemne banquets now where is my stately traine My Tributes nay my
woe It cannot weepe nor wring the hands but say that she did so And saieth so vncredited or if then thought of corse Thus thus because not passionate to paper failes remorse O that my griefes my sighes and teares might muster to thy viewe Thē woes not words thē paine not pē should vouch my writing true Yeat fare thou well whose fare-well brings such fare-ill vnto me Thy fare-well lacks a welcome home and welcome shalt thou be These lines subscribed with her name when Doracles did viewe He was so far from liking them that loathing did ensue And least that hope should ease her heart or he not seeme vnkinde In written Tables he to her returned thus his minde The Bees of Hybla beare besides sweet hony smarting stings And beautie doth not want a baite that to repentance brings Cōtent thee Daphles Mooles take mads but mē know Mooles to catch And euer wakes the Dawlian bird to ward the sloe-wormes watch I haue perus'd I wot not what a scrole forsooth of loue As if to Dirus in his Tent should Cupid cast his gloue A challenge proper to such Sottes as you would make of me But I disdaine to talke of Loue much more in Loue to be Nor thinke a Queene in case of Loue shall tie me to consent But holde the contrarie more true and it no consequent For persons must in passions iumpe els Loue it proueth lame Nor thinke I of a Womans graunt but as a Woers game Your Sex withstands not place and speach for be she baese or hie A Womans eye doth guide her wit and not her wit her eye Then senceles is he hauing speach that bids not for the best Euen Carters Malkings will disdaine when Gentrie will disgest The better match the brauer Mart and willinger is sought And willing sute hath best euent so Vulcan Venus cought I argue not of her estate but set my Rest on this That opportunitie can win the coyest She that is Then he that rubs her gamesome vaine and tempers toyes with Arte Brings loue that swimmeth at her eyes to diue into her hart But since the best at best is bad a Shrow or els a Sheepe Iust none at all are best of all and I from all will keepe Admit I come and come I then because I come to thee No when I come my comming is contrarie sights to see My leasure serues me not to loue till fish as haggards flie Till Sea shall flame till Sunne shall freese tyll mortall men not die And Rriuers climing vp their bankes shall leaue their channels dry When these shall be and I not be then may I chance to Loue And then the strangest change will be that I a Louer proue Let Beuers hide not busses hurt my lips for lips vnfit Let skarred limbes not carefull Loues to honor honor get I skorne a face effeminate but hate his bastarde minde That borne a man prepostrously by Arte doth alter kinde With fingers Ladie-like with lockes with lookes and gauds in print With fashions barbing formeles beards and robes that brooke no lint With Speare in wrest like painted Mars frō thought of battaile free With gate and grace and euery gaude so womanly to see As not in nature but in name their manhood seemes to bee Yea sooner then that maiden heares bud on his Boyish chinne The furie of the fierie God doth in the foole beginne And yeat to winne whō would be wonne these woo with lesser speed Then might be wun a towne of warre the croppe not worth the seede But let them trauaile till they tire and then be ridde for Iaides If Gamesters faire if Souldiers milde or Louers true of Maides Who loue in sporte or leaue in spight or if they stoupe to luer Their kindnes must haue kindely vse faultes onely make them suer Did fancie no did furie yea hang vp the Thracian Maide The wonders seuen should then be eyght could loue thee so perswade But loue or hate fare ill or well I force not of thy fare My welcome which thou doest pretend shall proue a thankelesse care When Daphles heard him so vnkind she held her selfe accurst And little lacked of so well but that her heart did burst And wheare she read the churlish scrole she fell into a sowne But brought againe vpon a bed her selfe she casteth downe Not rising more and so her loue and life together end Or if I so may gesse in death her soule did liue his friend The Queene enterr'd and Obbit kept as she in charge did giue A Knight was shipt to Calidon wheare Doracles did liue To offer him as her bequest the Argiue Throne and Crowne Not that we force or feare quoth he thy fauour or thy frowne We moue this peace or make thee Prince but Daphles swore vs so Who louing more then thou couldst hate nor liu'd nor died thy Foe And is she dead quoth Doracles that liued to my wrong I gladly doe accept these newes expected-for of long The Lord and Legate were imbarkt and Ship ran vnder saile Vntill into the Argiue Strond the Mariners did haile To Daphles by adoption theare inthronized a King He diuers yeares good fortune had successiue in each thing All friends no Foes all wealth no want still peace and neuer strife And what might seeme an earthly Heauen to Doracles was rife A Subiect but a Noble man did ritchly feast the King And after meat presented him with many a sight and thing Theare was a chamber in the which portraied to the quick The Picture of Queene Daphles was and deepely did it prick The King his conscience and he thought her like did not remaine So whome her person could not pearce her Picture now did paine A Kissing Cupid breathing loue into her breast did hide Her wandring eies whilst to her heart his hand a Death did guide Non moerens morior for the Mott inchased was beside Her curtesie and his contempt he calleth then to minde And of her beautie in himselfe he did a Chaos finde Recalling eke his late degree and reckning his desart He could not think or faintly thought his loue to sterne her heart And to the Maker of the feast did such his thoughtes impart And doubtes your Grace the Feaster said if Daphles lou'd or no I wish I hope I wish no harme she had not loued so Or you not loathed as you did then she had liued yet To what her latest speach did tend I neuer shall forget My selfe with diuers noble men whose teares bewraid our care Was present when her dying tongue of you did thus declare My hap quoth she is simpley bad that cannot haue nor hope Was euer wretch I wretch except held to so skant a scope I see him roue at other markes and I vnmarkt to be I finde my fault but followe it whilest death doth followe me Ah death my Lords dispaire is death and death must ransome blisse Such Ransome pleaseth Doracles and Daphles Pliant is Not bootlesse then since breathles strait
Priest had done his part and that they homeward come The Bride for Battus might salute the Pauement with her bomme She reeled oft and looked backe he sawe but would not see At length she stumbled headlong downe hoyst vp againe quoth hee The second tyme she did the like hoyst Brock her good-man saide And thirdly falling kindly bad her breake her necke olde Iade The old-wife tooke it to the hart and home she went and dyde But Battus ere his first was sicke had owed his second Bryde THis Iest from Cacus straynde a smyle but quickly was it donne When turning to her Sisters twaine the yongest thus begonne Ye Sisters seuerally haue tolde how soes in loue did fall And age with youth but I doe say that Loue can a ll with all Examples we whom Loue hath brought from Court to liue in Caue And were there neede of further proofe a thousand proofes I haue Could Latmus speake it might accuse euen Phoebe of a kis And of a Votarie of hers to speake my purpose is But first she cheared thus her friend for Cacus sadly sits Be merrie man thy pensiuenesse out pastimes badly fits Be as thou art not as thou wouldst it will be as it is Learne then to lacke and learne to liue for crosses neuer mis. Thinke Fortune newly hatch is flidge and waggeth wing to flye All suffreth change our selues new borne euen then begin to dye Be resolute not desperate the Gods that made thee poore Can if they will doe waite their will thy former state restoore At least let patience profit thee for patience is a thing Whereby a begger gayneth of a discontented King Know Destinie is Destinie This Epitaph I reede Though common-booked Poetrie yeat not vnworthie heede Vnborne to knowe what I should be to Gods my mother prayde A Male quoth Phoebus Female Mars and Iuno neither sayde An Hermaphrodite was I borne My death then askt shee after By sword quoth Iuno Tree quoth Mars and Phoebus saide by water A Riuer-shadowing tree I climbd out slipt my sword I slidd By feete I hung stabd with my sword my head in water hidd Male Female neither hanging Sword and drowning I abidd Thus Cacus howsoeuer things from likelihoods discent In birth life death the Gods are first the middell and Euent And not what they can doe they will but what they will they can And that they doe or doe it not behooues not vs to skan And saying so and kissing too her tale she thus began CHAP. XI I Speake not of the Argiue Nimph that had the ielious Syer To whome shut vp in brasen Tower Ioue passage had for hyer Not of Europa Semele or Maia will I dwell Not of your Foe his bastardie or Laedas rape I tell Not of King Ceus Daughters fault or other freak of Ioue Speake I saue of th' Arcadian Nunne with whom he thus did roue Calisto was as faire a Mayde as faire as one might bee Her father King Lycaon fled Ioue chaunced her to see And seeing liked liking lou'd and louing made it knowne To her sweet Lasse for fathers losse that maketh then her mone Take patience wench sayd Iupiter with thee shall al be wel Thy fathers deeds haue their deserts but thou in peace shalt dwell I am his Victor but thy selfe art Victoresse of me Do graunt me loue my zeale is more than fatherlie to thee The restlesse cloudes that mantling ride vpon the racking Skie The scouring windes that sightlesse in the sounding aire doo flie The thriftie Earth that bringeth out and broodeth vp her breed The shifting Seas whose swelling waues on shrinking shores do feede Shall fall and faile ere I be false Lycaons Impe to thee Of hartie Loue this kisse he kist an happie hansell bee But haplesse termes are these quoth she vnfitting to a thrall Yeat in respect of that I feele I heare them not at all A friend ah friendlesse name I Friend it being as it is A friend I say much more a foe and more and worse then this The sonne of Saturne should and shall that speed and hearing misse Doe rid ah rid mine eyes of teares and set my heart at rest By taking life not making Loue the former likes me best Or if that poore Calistos life shall lengthen to her wo Graunt that among Dianas Nunnes a Votarie I go For neither fiâ—s it now to loue or euer shall it so What viewed Iupiter this while not pleasing to his sight Or what vnuiewed did he gesse not adding to delight Not excellent but exquisite was all to minde and eye Saue she the hansel of this loue did him of Loue denie It greeues that Natures Paragon in Cloister not in Court Should loose the beautie of her youth and he thereby his sport But constant in her chast pretence he grants that would gain-say And seated in religion now with Phoebe did she stay Blame Iupiter of other Loues of this doe set him cleere It was his first and first is firme and toucheth verie neere He might forgoe but not forget Calisto in her Cell When setting higher thoughts apart the Frithes did please him well He takes his Quiuer and his Bow and wheare she hunts hunts hee And sacrificed to his eyes that daye he did her see About the Chase Toyles Dogs Bowes the Stand Quarrie and all Hee vseth double diligence so often did befall Not onely sight of her his Saint he got but also talke Whilst thus for his Calistos loue he haunted Phoebes walke But sight and talke accrew to loue the substance must be had And for to bring his drift about he virgin-like is clad His nonage kept his beard from bloome no wench morefaire then he Whome at her Nunnerie a Nun Diana takes to be And with his Sisters brotherly doo gesse him to agree Thus faines Lycaons Conquerera Maid to winne a Maid His hands to woll and Arras worke and womans Chares hee laid That not so much as by the tongue the Boy wench was bewraid Yeat thought is free he sees and smiles and longs perhaps for more No maruell for that Sister-hood had goodlie Ladies store Scarce one for birth and beautie too was theare vnworthie him Yet chieflie to Calistos vaine he formed life and limme And Sister-like they single oft and chat of manye things But that Calisto mindeth loue no likelihood he wrings So Ioue not once durst mention Ioue and force was sinne and shame But loue is hardie Thus it hap by long pursute of game She wearie resteth in the Thicks wheare sitting all alone He seeing her is resolute or now to end his moene Or for so sweet a bodies vse to leaue his soule in loene He Nymph-like sits him by the Nymph that tooke him for no man And after smiles with neerer signes of Loues assault began He feeleth oft her Iuorie breasts nor maketh coy to kisse Yeat all was wel a Maiden to a Maiden might doe this Than ticks he vp her tucked Frocke nor did Calisto blush Or thinke abuse he
frō me What lets since none may loue thee more vnles perhaps this Cell Too strict a place wherein thy selfe euē Beauties selfe shouldst dwell Let nature hide her barren formes and imperfections thus And in such Puritanes as thou commend her skill to vs. Thou wrongest Nature molding thee to molde by thee as faer Thou wrōgest mē that would beget the fruit which thou sholdst baer Thou wrong'st thy Countrie of increase thou wrōg'st me in like sort Thou wrong'st thy Kin of kindred thou wrong'st thy selfe of sport Shouldst thou but dreame what marriage were thou would'st not liue a maid One heart of two two Soules to one by wedlock is cōuaid An husbands open kissings and his secret coyings nay The very Soule of Loue more sweet then thou or I can say The ioy of babes which thou should'st beare the Seruice at thy becke The sweet consorted common weale of houshold at thy checke Would make thee seeme a Goddesse who because thou art not such Offendest God in hiding of thy Tallent Too too much Thou dotest on Virginitie permitted not impos'd On any saue on such as for no such thy selfe thou knoest Els what should meane this penning vp such vowing these Vailes Since Vessels onely are of worth that beare in stormes their sailes The Scedsters of thine Essence had they been as thou would'st be Thou hadst not been Then gratifie the same thy selfe and me And leaue these superstitious walles Thou profitst not hereby Nor are we male and female borne that fruitlesse we should dye Then loue me for beleeue me so will proue a Iubilie Her red disperst in shadowed white did adde to either more To her of beautie and to him Loue greater than before She claimes the places priuiledge and faintly cites a Tex She pleades her birth too bace and playes the No-I of her Sex And fighteth as she would be foyld But prized Durstone makes It Sacrilege and for to wife the Recluse Edgar takes In twelue yeeres would be not annoynt or crowne him King more Enioynes him seuen yeeres pennance and to edifie and store Great Monasteries fortie ere Indulgence could be got Thus Edgar for his Cloyster cheere did pay this costly shot CHAP. XXV IOhns murther bred such murmure But third Henry Iohn his sonne Assisted chiefly by the Pope his fathers Scepter wonne Who interdited Lewis till hee curst him into France And left to Henry prosperous raigne till hapned this mischance A Parliament at Oxenford did derogate so much From his prerogatiue as that the Quarrell grew to such That ciuill warres betwixt the King and Barronage began Not ending but with tragicke ends of many a worthy man Brother to brother sire to sonne and friend to friend was foe Al labouring which they should vphold their Countries ouerthrow Now was the King a Captiue and the Barrons by and by His Conquest and the ciuill strife too fast begot supply My heart vnapts mine hand to write the troth of it too trew Euen warres Idea more then tongue or eye can say or view But to conclude which still concludes the King he did subdue And shewes himselfe a gentle foe thus hauing wonne his peace And after liu'd in honour and did happily decease Whose death then warring with renowme in Syria being knowne To Edward he resailed and possest his fathers Throne THe hansell of his Scepter was the Welchmen did rebell Of whom to Edward though with losse the Victorie befell Then on the French he warred and a Winner did resayle And for that Baltoll whom he made the King of Scots did faile His Homage thence from Albanacke to England due and done Against the Scots he grieuous but a glorious warre begun Not Barwicke though for number bold vntill it flowed blood Nor any Scottish armes or hold though infinite and good Might stay his awing prowesse till he had their King his thrall And in that Land by Conquest made himselfe the Lord of all Then taking Scottish othes which they did breake and he reuenge With those Exploits he French attempts as gloriously did menge Yea Paganes French Cambries Scots remembring but his name Cannot forget their skarres he made though enuious of his Fame Matchles for Chiualrie and yeat his Iustice matcht the same Not partiall for the Prince his Sonne a rash vnbridled youth Whom he imprison'd hearing of his outrages the truth And vnto whom he dying spake words worth report and ruth My life quoth he a warfare right in body and in soule Resignes my robed carkasse to be rotted in the moule If well I did well shall I doe if ill as ill and worse And therefore Ned worke as I will vpon my blesse or curse When thou becom'st an earthly God mens liues to ouersee Forget not that Eternall God that ouerlooketh thee The least part of a King is his all owing him and none Lesse priuate than a Prince the weale or woe of euery one He and his People make but one a bodie weake or strong As doth the head the lims or lims the head assist or wrong Deriue thy lawes from wisest heads to be vpholden still Not adding or abstracting as conceited Tier-braines will Be cheerefull and in worke nor word be neither proud nor hot No sincere loue but seruile feare or neither so is got Encourage good Men by thy loue reforme the bad by lawe Reserue an care for either Plea and borrow least of awe Oppresse not rich men seeking so to please the poore for neither Is to be doomed but as right or wrong is found in either To loyter well deserued gifts is not to giue but sell When to requite ingratitude were to doe euill well And which saue for the ill-mist ill might els haue bene forgot Be choyce but chuse for wiuelesse haue each stranger place shot Their heire their home cost which saue the last indeed are not Reforme thee euen to day vnapt to day lesse apt to morrow Youth aptly offers vertues such as yeares vnaptly borrowe For he that plies the lappes and lippes of Ladies all his prime And falles to Armes when age failes Armes then also looseth time As if a Beare in Moone-shine should attempt the Moone to clime Well haue I driuen out my date and well thy dayes shall runne If thou proue not my Glories graue nor I plange in my Sonne The ouer-weening of thy wits doth make thy Foes to smile Thy Friends to weepe and Clawbacks thee with soothings to beguile Yea those thy Purses Parasites vnworthie thine Estate Doe loue thee for themselues nor will they leaue thee but too late I blesse thee if thou banish them and curse thee if they bide My blisse and curse be at thy choyce And so he shortly dide FOrth with a second Edward sonne to Edward wore the Crowne He to promote his Flatterers did put his Nobles downe So Robert Bruze then King of Scots found ingresse for his Armes Recouering Scottish forces and did spoyle our men by swarmes Barwicke in fine and all
erst wonne and more then all was lost Yeat of more multeous Armies we than Scotland were at cost No Land deuided in it selfe can stand was found too true To worser then the wars abroad the home-bred Quarrels grewe Grange gotten Pierce of Gauelstone and Spensers two like sort Meane Gentlemen created Earles of chiefe accoumpt and port Enuying all equalitie contrine of many a Peere The wrested death those fewe that liue liu'd mal-contented heere Good Thomas Earle of Lancaster on whom the rest relye The chiefe and grauest of the Peeres did ouer-warred flye Into the woods whereas himselfe and state he did bewray Vnto an Hermite vnto whom he sighing thus did say Happie are you sequestred thus from so I may deuine Our common wracke of common weale for how it doth decline Through wilde and wanton Guydes in part I feele in part I aime By Presidents too like and fire too likely heere to flame Heare if you haue not heard what fire our leisure fits the same CHAP. XXV THe Spartanes was for rapted Queene to Ilions ouerthrowe The Monarke of Assyria chang'd Latine Kings also For Tarquins lust yea how with vs a double chaunge did groe WheÌ„ Brittish Vortiger did doat vpoÌ„ the Saxons daughter And Buerne for his forced wife froÌ„ Denmarke brought vs slaughter I ouerpasse Who knoweth not Ireland our neighbour Ile Where Noe his Neece ere Noe his flood inhabited a while The first manured Westerne Ile by Cham and Iaphets race Who ioyntly entring sundry times each other did displace Till Greece-bred Gathelus his brood from Biscay did ariue Attempting Irelands Conquest and a Conquest did archiue Fiue kings at once did rule that I le in ciuill strife that droopes When fierce Turgesius landed with his misbeleeuing Troopes This proud Norwegan Rouer so by aides and armes did thriue As he became sole Monarke of the Irish Kingdomes fiue Erecting Paganisme and did eiect the Christian lawe And thirtie yeeres tyrannizing did keepe that I le in awe Nor any hope of after helpe the hartlesse Irish sawe Alone the wylie King of Meth a Prothew plying fauor Stood in the Tyrants grace that much affected his behauor For what he sayd that other soothde so ecco'ing his vayne As not an Irish els but he a pettie King did raigne Turgesius friends that Vice-roy for his daughters loue the rather And therefore for his Leiman askt the Damsell of her Father Ill wot I what they knowe that loue well wot I that I know That that browne Girle of mine lackes worth to be beloued so I haue a many Neeces farre more fairer then is she Yeat thinke I fairest of those faires vnworthie you quoth he But she and they are yours my Lord such Beauties as they be This Preface likâ—e the Tyrant well that longed for the play Not well contented that so long the Actors were away Oft iterating his demaund impatient of delay Now haue I quoth the King of Meth conuented to your bed My Neeces and my daughter loath to loose her Maidenhead But doubt not Sir coy Wenches close their longings in their palmes And all their painted Stormes at length conuert to perfect Calmes Alonely if their beauties like as likelier haue we none You may conclude them women and the Goale therefore your owne To morrow seuered from your Traine vnlesse some speciall few Expect them in your chamber where I leaue the game to you Yeat when your eye hath serude your heart of her that likes you best Remember they are mine Alies vntoucht dismisse the rest Sweete also was this Scene and now vnto an Act we groe The Irish Princesse and with her a fifteene others moe With haÌ„ging Glybbes that hid their necks as tynsel shadowing snoe Whose faces very Stoickes would Narcissus-like admire Such Semeles as might consume I oues selfe with glorious fire And from the Smith of heauens wife allure the amorous haunt And reintise the Club-God Dys and all his diuelles to daunt And make the Sunne-God swifter than himselfe such Daphnes chaced And Loue to fall in loue with them his Psichis quite disgraced These rarer then the onely Fowle of Spice-burnt Ashes bread And sweeter than the Flower that with Phoebus turneth head Resembling her from gaze of whome transformde Acteon fled From Meth came to Tergesius Court as Presents for his bed In secret was their comming and their chambering the same And now the lustfull Chuffe was come to single out his game His Pages onely and a youth or twaine attending him Wheare Banquet Bed Perfumes and all were delicately trim He giues them curteous welcome and did finde them merry talke Meane while the Harbengers of lust his amorous eyes did walke More clogd with change of Beauties than King Midas once with gold Now This now That and one by one he did them all behold This seemed faire and That as faire and letting either passe A Third he thought a proper Girle a Fourth a pleasant Lasse Louely the Fift liuely the Sixt the Seuenth a goodly Wench The Eight of sweete Complection to the Ninth he altreth thence That mildly seem'd maiesticall Tenth modest looke and tongue Th' Eleuenth could sweetly intertain the Twelfe was fresh yonge The Next a gay Brownetta Next and Next admirde among And â—ury feature so intycte his intricate affection As liking all alike he lou'd confounded in election Sweete harts quoth he or Iupiter fetcht hence full many a Thefte Or hether brought he Thefts that here their Leiman Children lefte Heere wandring Cadmus should haue sought his missed Sister wheare Faire Leda hatcht her Cignets whilst nor Cocke nor Henne did feare How many view I fairer than Europa or the rest And Girle-boyes fauouring Ganimâ—de heere with his Lord a Guest And Ganimâ—des we are quoth one and thou a Prophet trew And hidden Skeines from vnderneath their forged garments drew Where with the Tyrant and his Bawds with safe escape they slew Of which yong Irish Gentlemen and Methean Ladies act The Isle was filled in a trise nor any Irish slackt To prosecute their freedome and thâ—amased Norgaines fall Which was performed and the King of Meth extold of all Those Rouers whose Originals and others not a fewe As Switzers Normaines Lumbardes Danes from Scandinauia grew A mightie Isle an other world in Scythian Pontus Clyme Thus wrackt left Ireland free vnto our second Henries time When farre vnlike the Methes that earst their Countrie did re 〈…〉 ore An Amorous Queene thereof did cause new Conquests and vprore Dermot the King of Leynister whom all besides did spight Did loue belou'd the Queene of Meth to whom he thus did wright THy King sweete Queene the hindrance of our harts-ease is away And I in heart at home with thee at hand in person stay Now is the time Time is a God to worke our loue good lucke Long since I cheapned it nor is my comming now to hucke But since our fire is equall let vs equally assist To finish what we fancy say Maligners what they
A Supersedeas for her loue was euery new-come frend And being now in much request and waxing proud of fauour By artificiall pryde she chang'd her naturall behauour Her face was Maskt her locks were â—url'd her bodie pent with buske And which was needles she more sweet her rayment sented Muske By all she did might seeme to be vnlike her selfe she me 〈…〉 Yeat worst of all to sanctum-Sinne too aptly is she bent Erickmon when that followed her vnpitied not vâ—pearst Reform'd his wits his sute and hope of her not now as earst And scornd her mind that scornd his loue to her so firmly geason For whyâ—shee offred double wrong to wrong and scorne a reason Thus whilst he hopt he hild her least so altereth the caâ—e With such as she Ah such it is to build on such a face This sayd he and for this he sayd I for the ruth of this Did vowe that who so once were mine I would be onely his Why this concern'd not him nor shewd a maÌ„ distraught quoth he Nay heare the rest of his vnrest it followeth thus quoth shee Then sheading teares he to the Tree so spoken to would say Was not Gynetta false that did Erickmon so betray But hath my Mistresse cause to change what cause thinke you should moueâ— I fram'd me hers she fayn'd her mine my loue is euer loue May y e faire face proue one foule botch those shining eies proue bleard That sweete breath stench like proofe to all that faire or sweete appeard In her that wrongs her true-loue let her loathed euer lust Begge may she and vnpittied pine rot perish on the dust And dead be damned that vnto her true-loue is vniust Yee men say all Amen or if amend your selues ye must Curse not this Mad-man sayd but sweare that women be vntrew Their loue is but a Mummerie or as an Aprils dew Got with a toy gon with a toy gifts flattrie gawdes or wine Will make her checke flie to game lesse faire perhaps than thine More amorous than men and men conuay their loue lesse fine If such they are as such they are and will be whilst they be Why am I then so true of loue because not borne a she Witlackst thou then fond Foole I sigh to say true ayme you giue Wheare grew that lacke fond Foole I sigh to say wheare now I liue Whence grew that lacke fond Foole I sigh to say froÌ„ ioyes remou'd When grew that lacke fond Foole I sigh to say when first I lou'd And doest thou loue ah too too well I wot I loue indeede Why doest thou loue with lucke too ill I loue for louers meede Whome dosst thou loue ah too too well I wot a louely She. What time in loue with lucke too ill in loue too long for me Wit lackst thou then that wilfully doest erre and nourish it Wit doe I lacke not wilfully then blame not will but wit How shall I doe my Heart is lost and I am left in woe Met any man a poore tame Heart the Heart good Folke I owe Strucken maimed all of gore and drouping doth it goe A Lasse once fauour'd or at least did seeme to fauour it And fosterd vp my frollicke Heart with many a pleasing bit She lodg'd him neere her Bower whence he loued not to gad But waxed cranke for why no Heart a sweeter Layer had But whether that some other Deere estranged her or not Or that of course her game is Change my Heart lackt brouse I wot Despysd displeasde and quite disgrac'st my Heart euen to this day Dislodged wandring woe begon I wot not wheare doth stray But see ah see I see how Loue casts off Desire his Hound A fell fleet Dogge that hunts my Heart by parsee each-wheare found Sweet Cynthea rate the eger Curte and so thy foe preuent For loe a farre my chased Heart imboste and almost spent Thankes gentle Goddesse now the Lad pursues a bootles chace My Heart recouers Couert wheare the Hound cannot hold pace Now tappas closely silly Heart vnrowse not and so liue The Huntsmans-self is blinde the Hound at Losse doth ouer-giue But list alas Loues Beagles be vncoupeld Beautie praites And driues my Heart from out the thicks and at Receiâ— awaites Vaine-hope and either now falls in and now my Heart must dye Now haue they him at Bay and now in vayâ—e he fights to flye Auaunt Desire ha Curre auaunt the Bore so rase thy hyde Vnto the fall of my poore Heart see see how Loue doth ryde Hearke how he blowes his death ah see he now the Say doth take Of my poore Heart that neuer more for Loue shall pastime make Thus liu'd he till he left his life and for the ruth of this I vow'd that who so once were mine I would be only his Yeat sayd her Sutor he not she was punisht as may seeme Yes yes quoth she a Conscience prickt is deeply plagu'd I deeme Then Scotland warr'd on England and in that same waâ—re did end The Knight that had coryued so the Ladie lost each frend Oft saw I her in teares and oft I heard her to complayne For faith erst lost for losse now sound deuiding â—â—ghs in twayne There be that say if truely sayd vnbodied Soules haue walkt And of the Ghosts of these two Knights the like abroad was talkt Her eares had this and shee the heart that dared not her eyes For thether whence the brute did grow she feareles faultie hies Her Followers stood aloofe when she alone approaching sayd Beloued both what meanes this fight they seem'd as if they srayd Ah pardon me sweet First-belou'd my guile I graunt was great So is my griefe My latter Loue refraine let me intreate But whilst she spoke of deadly wounds they both did seeme to fall And after vanisht leauing her perplext in feare not small Who thenceforth fared as the Knight that did for her distraught Stil haunted of the Ghosts haunts y e place where they had faught Vntill of her despayring life her selfe the Period wraught Thus liu'd she till she left her life and for the ruth of this I vow'd that who so once were mine I would be onely his Tush this was but a Phantasie quoth he of subtill Feends Deluding her simplicitie in figure of her frends I heare not that they said or did aught taching her vntruth But foolish was her feare the like I censure of your ruth And shall I tell what they did tell and say what they did doe I will for so perhaps you will surcease quoth she to wowe The Ghost resembling him to whom she had disloyall bin Sayd I and This and thou be thus and shal be doom'd for sin For dotage in my loue for his deceitfull lust wetwaine Of freesh-sore wounds do hourely faint hurt heale heale hurt againe Nor can I vtter halfe we see and feare and suffer still Of endles Torments onely thou art Auctresse of such ill Who loue belou'd beleeue no life but wheare their loue doth
to the fatall Blocke she praying on her booke Wence hauing made a godly end he was return'd whilst Shee Prepard for like and of her Lord the senceles Tronke did see A sight more deathful than her death that should consort him straite And for the which her feareles eies did euery moment waite She vnabashed mounting now the Skaffold theare attends The fatall Stroke-and vnto God her better parte commends And as she liu'd a vertuous life so vertuously she ends CHAP. XLI OMitting Knights three Dukes three Lords also a Queene elect Then perisht thus and somewhat some of Edwards death suspect All which fell out a Stratagem in God his secre Dome That should induce a Tragedie to England meant by Rome For when these mighty Protestants through Ones Ambition fell Queene Mary seem'd to shut vp Heauen and set wide open Hell Whence swarmed papish Tyrants that false doctrine did erect Whilst that seduced Mary did Gods threatned cause neglect Blamelesse she was not for a Crowne that could her Foes ore-goe Nor all too blame for mightie States do and haue erred so To Whome the Scriptures weare obscur'd by Christs Italian Foe Her courage was not common yeat abused ouer much By Papists cheefly She her selfe too naturally such Heere hence she is reprooued of a moste tyrannous Raigne And of a thriftles Mariage with the trustles King of Spaine But when rich Brabants supreame Faire the Bakers daughter staide The King in dalliance and the Queene had newes that false he plaide T is thought his tarriance greeu'd told that one should counsel this Haue patience Madam so it was and wil be as it is Fourth Edward did the like yeat lou'd his Queene no whit the lesse Nor did the like vnpatient her that knew him to transgresse As guiltie of a Leash of Loues Shores wife and other twaine She knew as Streams if stopt surrownd so Kings wil shew they raign As did our second Henry whome his Queene oft crost in vain◠Which and one other Story if it please you that I tell I shall Yea doc quoth she Then thus quoth he it once befell NOt knowen of Rosamund his eie had stoed her in his heart Faire Maide quoth he beleeue me faire and all so faire thou art That weare I Henry Englāds King thou shouldst be Englāds Queene But so must fayle for Elenour already is betweene He bod me buy thy loue if so it might be bought with Golde If not he bod me sweare he loues in fayth he loues be bolde He bod me aske if so he came what should his welcome be And if perhaps he lated weare if he should lodge with thee Protesting secreasie thereof to all vnlesse to me With promise to performe at full each promise as I make it I promise Loue Wealth Secresie then promise thou to take it Content you Sir quoth Ro amund you aime your markes amis I am not for his Highnes nor for me his Highnes is And should he know I shame he should of this your Brokage bace He would acquaint you what it weare your Soueraigne to disgrace Whoso you be be still the same or better if you may Think not Lord Cliffords daughter will vn-maiden her for pay But know if Henryes selfe were heere himselfe should haue a nay Then know quoth he which being knowen well maist thou know I loue thee I am the King and for I am the rather let it moue thee In sooth sweet Wench thou saiest nay thou knowest not whereto For weare my wish at work lesse good wy wish than work would do What fearst thou shame no shame to be beloued of a King Or dread'st thou sinne The Pope for pay absolueth euery thing Or doubt'st thou iealous Elenour I will remoue that doubt At Woodstock shall she finde thy bower but neuer finde thee out Theare shalt thou passe a pleasant life commanding me and mine Then loue beloued Rosamund a King subiects him thine He kist She blusht and long it was ere loue from her he wroung For whilst vp played in her heart it paused on her toung Not Sibils Caue at Cuma nor the Labyrinth in Creat Was like the Bower of Rosamund for intricate and great The Pellicane theare neasts his Bird and sporteth oft with her Conducted by a Clew of thread els could he not but err Besides her Maydes a Knight of trust attended on her theare Who suffred for her Beautie long concealing it for feare At length at full and formally he courted her for grace But all in vaine nought booted him to haue both time and place Henry quoth she begonne and he shall end my thoughts vnchast Nor peach't she him nor he dismist did hold himselfe disgrac'st The Kings three Sonnes had notice of their Fathers Leiman now So had the Queene and the yof such coriuing disallowe Came I from France Queene Dowager quoth she to pay so deere For bringing him so great a wealth as to be Cuckquean'd heere Am I so old a woman he so young a wanton growen As that I may not please that pleas'd and still might with his owen What is the Drab or tempting Diuell or wherefore doteth he The French King once himselfe euen now for faire preferred me And hath he toyled vp his Game and settels he to loue her Nor Heauen nor hell shall crosse my course but that I will remoue her Like Phrogne seeking Philomel she seeketh for and found The Bower that lodg'd her Husbands Loue built partly vnder ground She entred but so intricate weare Turnings to and fro That welneere she had lost her selfe but could not finde her Foe Yeat out she got and backe she goes with her Attendants who Admire their furious Mistresse and mislike what she would doe With her Confedrates oft she went preuented of her will Howbeit lastly did preuaile For hap did hit so ill That whilst the Knight did issue out suspecting no assaut He was assailed from his giding Clewe they caught So wonne they vnto Rosamund Whom when the Queene did vew Most brauely clad in rich Attire her selfe more rich of hew The beautie and the brauenes of the Person and the place Amazed her and hers who stoode at gaze a certaine space No maruell quoth the Queene that oft the Court did mis the King Soone such an Hebe hither such a Iupiter might bring Now trust me weare she not a Whoore or anies Whoore but his She should be pardon'd But in faith I must not pardon this A Queane coriuall with a Queene Nay kept at Racke Manger A Husband to his honest bed through her become a Stranger Abide who list abye she shall how so I buy the daunger Faire Rosamund surprised thus eare thus she did suspect Fell on her humble Knees and did her fearefull hands erect She blush't out beauty whilst the tears did wash her pleasing face And begged Pardon meriting no lesse of common grace So farforth as it lay in me I did quoth she withstand But what may not so great a
faith not one of them was so for by this drinke I sweare Requarrelling the Cup whose Lippes and it vnparted weare When th' other Beldamme great with chat for talkatiue be Cups The formers Prate not worth the while thus fondly interrups WHen I quoth she the Countrie left to be a London Las I was not fayrer than my selfe beleeued faire I was Good God how formall prankt and peart became I in a trice As if vnto the Place it weare a Nature to be Nice Scarce entred I the Teenes but that to Wed my will was hot Ye that be married and intend to marrie well I wot The Priest no sooner sayde but I vpon my typ-toes stand As if that Lesson had concerned my selfe euen out of hand The same proportion with my heart my groeth nor age did hold Dayes seeming yeares when I Vn-wead was sixteene winters olde And growing was the greene Disease which men in Maides doe cure When came a Louer I for-sooth becomming full demure For earst I had obseru'd this Arte Delay giues men Desier Yeat lothe to hurt my haste and least the Hansell should retyer I was not ouer coye nor he to warme him at my Fier I 'le blab for why for it and more that I in youth did doe Long since I passed ghostly shriftes pennance and pardons too Such match we made that Maide nor Wife nor Widowe left he me But with my Maiden-head he crost the Seas and farewell he For from my fault could not as chan'st the Somner prole a fee My belly did not blab so I was still a Mayde and free It comfort should in losse to thinke we had not once to lose And what we haue as euer to be hild should none suppose But not in me this sentence hild more eagerly than earst I on the brydell byte as loath to fast that late did feaste Swift gallops tier both man and horse soone-hot is soone-cold loue No Man I meane Loue-hot as mine loues as the Turtell Doue And in good soothe a Sott is she that cog'd-with cannot cogge As readily my Loue did gad as did my Louer iogge Tush in those times weare no such toyes as Gagate stones to trie By toysting them in Potions if a Maide had trode awrie But this was rather currant yea each holy Fathers lore That therefore Nature sweetneth Loue that it the world might store Which made me thinke it then a sinne so tender hearted I Beloued not to Loue againe indangring men to die For so they swore they would nor then beleeu'd I men would lye Whom now I know Camelions whil'st to pray on vs they plye Yeat better times were those than these for our auayle for why Euen for good-fellowship at least then wert they roundly to it Now eare they loue if euer loue sententiously they doc it Who loues not for the Person but the Portion loues no whit But he that loues for onely Loue doth reason quite forgit Say men and article the Match lesse by trew Loue than Wit Vngratefull Men what would yee more than Loue for Loue than we Be close neate bountious bucksome and our bodies Masters yee Too curious pettish ielous too imperious too vnstable Are Men say WomeÌ„ but to beat such Fooles with their own bable As when that I was yong our Sex is now troe I as able Old doting Foole one foote in graue what prattell I of youth Contrition not Shrift-pennance cure if preach our Vicar truth Heere after little pause they prate confusedly I wot Whose talke had often ended had the Period been the Pot. They tould how forward Maidens weare how proude if in request How brybed praysed promisd fayre men baddest out the best They talked of a Widowes teares her haste againe to weade He gone forgot his Orphant wrong'd she spoyld an Vnthrift speade They pratteld too of London Youthes how late their headie gaer Might haue inuited to a Sacke wheare they prepos'd no shaer They talk't of times when Beastes could speake of Foxes and of Apes Much needles prattel what through Drinke and Dotage them escapes Yeat Ecchos and Narcissus Voyce and Shadowe now as then Working against humilitie of wantes the worst in men Caus'd them as thus to vse their prate and me of this my penne And to these glorious Follies too those Furies say Amen CHAP. XLVIII THE Monarch of that Continent that doth in one contayne Fiue auncient Scepters for he would the world weare wholy Spayne As Castile Aragon Nauarr Granado Portugaile Be newly nam'd yea India wheare Castillian Powres preuaile These States in Affricke Lumbardie Peru Assores and Both Cicells Austra Barbarie Naples with Netherland And many other Prouinces by such ambition gott As giueth his Impressa life to verefie the Mot Him not sufficing for it saith the VVorld sufficeth not Euen he I say affecting Raygne in England Almaine Fraunce And all Europa lately did an holy League aduaunce The Pope Him-selfe Sauoy and Guise therein Confedrates cheefe â—ome wroght by Bulls Sauoy by Sword Spayne yeilded Guise releefe Guise did religious Treason act but all did fayle in briefe Geneua is vnsacked Fraunce yeilds Rome small profit Spayne By coste hath loste England through God tryumphant doth remayne Nauar hath meanes to haue Nauar and when shall God so please The rightfull heire of Pertagale his Empyre shall re-seaze Ye Christian Princes pittie him in punishing his Fo That now afflicteth him and would on you tyrannize so If one selfe-same Religion if Religion Romistes haue If Natures Line or Natiue Lawes the Pope that so did craue If to haue had possest the Crowne with Portagales applause Might haue preuailed these and more had helpt Antonius cause But brybed Traytors fraude and force have made the Spaniard such That Castile from a Cronet leapt thinksmany Crownes not much The great Nauarrois Sampson stauld the first Castilian King But badly Castile quits his loue whence did that honor spring And from his Line by trecherie the Diademe doth wring So by what right or wrong so-eate Spayne cloureth Crownes together And aimeth euen from Portugale as is supposed hether Not wanting English willing to be hopled in that Teither But Traytors Fooles Fugitiues Whom prouendor doth pricke Ensew your proper sorow leane vpon that rotten sticke Your kindnes shall not mis at least this kindly Spanish Tricke WHen Spaniards and their Partizens eare-while should vs inuaide In plotting of that Stratageme in Councell much was said Some of our Queene to be destroyde of murthering vs some spake Some this some that but all of all an altred World to make Least English Papistes then shut vp in Elie and els-wheare Meane time by vs might lose their liues some One by chaÌ„ce did feare Which scruple was remoued soone by one that well did know Not for religion but a Realme did Spayne that cost bestow Our drift quoth he a Conquest is the Profit meant to Spaine Not that the English Papists should be Sharers of the gaine So hope they but so helpe me God
of Adams Seede from sinne acquite them could or can Our walls of flesh that close our Soules God knew too weak gaue A further Guard euen euery Man an Angell Guide to haue And Men to vs be Angels whilst they worke our Soules to saue For eare his Fall Man was not left vnto himselfe so free But that he had a Law and Those that should his Temptors be And tempted then the Spirit that for God himselfe was made Was dared by the Flesh that to the Spirit earst obayde The Soule by either laboured to thriue or be betraide To erre is proper then to Men but brutish to persist With Praise and Praier still to God as Dauid thriu'd or mist He plied more in louing God than liuing godly blist Vâ—gratefull Saule distressing him or what eare then befell Or afterwards nor other then Domestick Greefes we tell The troublous Sequels Nathan tould of Dauids House when as To wanton it with Bethsabe Vrias murthred was Effecting now is onely it whereto our Pen shall pas Thamar Ammon Absolom Adoniah also wrought Vnto their Father woe enough let these on Stage be brought Now to the Tribes was Dauid as the Zodiack to the Signes Euen Signifer to euery Prince that circled his Confines A Monarche great in Acts and Fame more great but great'st of all In that he was belou'd of God nor ceast on him to call Who raiâ—d him often falling for his Crosses weare not small Loue 〈…〉 M 〈…〉 〈…〉 King of Geshurs Daughter baire To Dauid 〈…〉 Ab 〈…〉 m and Thamar peereles faire Noâ—â—aâ—rer yeâ—â— than viâ—â—uous though disastrously she speade Suâ—â— is admyred Bewtie that hath Worlds of Mischiefes breade A 〈…〉 mon whom Ahinoam bore to Dauid was the cause Of hers and his owne griefe in that he gaue his Eyes no lawes For Loue is but a Terme like as is Eccho but a Voyce That This doth babble That doth breed or not is ours the choyce And Virtue curbs Affection and for Conscience flyeth sinne To leaue for imperfection feare or shame no praise doth winne But not so happy he as feare or shame or ought might stay His rankled thoughts but sicke luste sicke for Thamar Ammon lay And subtell Ionadabs Aduise did her to him betray For neuer was Pretence so fowle but some would flatter it No any thing so pestilent as mis-applied Wit Seeme feeble sicke and when the King thy Father visits thee Then faine an Appetite to Meate by Thamar drest quoth he Aske that she dresse it in thy sight and of her hand to take it When priuate so thy Market bee as thou doest mar or make it Well pleasde this Counsell Ammon askes and Dauid yeelds anon Nor readier Dauid to bid goe than Thamar to be gone Like Philâ—mela â—â—attering 〈…〉 on she might go With Tereus that prepos'd her shame was Thamar forward so When either Virgin was surprisde wheare least they look't a Foe So gratious portly â—resh and faire and which no lesse attract So modest wittie affable had Nature her compact That such as in his Canticles her Brother hath purtrayde His Loues Idea litrally might Thamar such be saide Goodly thus and gladly then and not suspecting harme She entring wheare he lodged did afresh the Leacher warme His leasing Sicknes then to acte by Arte was more thau neede For seeing her imagine all his Senses sick in deede More could she nor more should she not than she in kindnes did All adding Fewell to the Fier which yet from her lay hid Now saue of him and her the Roome was cleard by his deuise When he did aske to eate which she did bring him in a trise Full glad good Soule her Cookerie might please him any whit When not her Cookrie but her selfe his appetite did fit Concerning which he breakes with her indeuoring her consent Whereto amaz'de she counter-works nor would for ought relent How pretious her Virginitie what sinne it to defile How for their Fathers Luste much woe was prophesied ere-while How Incest was much more a sinne she wished him to way How permanent the Shame to both Enough did Thamar say To haue preseru'd Virginitie if lust had brook't a Nay But pleading teares and words lackt waite by force he rauisht her And hauing forst he forced not to hide how he did erre Nor more he loued her ere while but hates her now as much Of Lust and vnchast Coiture still is the Sequell such Her now vn-virgin'd Eyes did shame to view the common Light She therefore would haue stayde at least not come in coÌ„mon Sight Supposing by her Blusshings all would ayme her altred Plight But out his Doores by violence he shutteth her wherefore Aloude she cride with bitter teares her faire attier she tore And did all Signes of sorrow whilst the cause admired was But when her Brâ—ther Absolom found how had come to pas He comforts her in all he might and to his house conuaies His wofull Sister wheare thenceforth as desolate she states Like Prognes sister pensiue but her moodes weare milder still This wanting will not speech to rayle That wanting speech not will Contrary-wise thought Absolom of nothing but Reuenge And with his choler thinke ye him these thoughts among to menge Did Cadmus for his Sister rapt'e so many Countries rome And shall I sleepe my Sisters Rape that may be quit at home For Rape of one scarce honest was at Troy such tenne-years Fight And shall one easie bloe seeme much sweet Thamers wrong to right Simean and Leui worthy Sonnes of Israel our grand Sier Yee in reuenging Dinas Rape haue set mine heart on fier Euen mine that for a greater wrong should greater things acquier Poore Sychem thou didst loue in deede and Marriage Rites affect Lewde Ammon thou did'st lust in deede and then thy Rape reiect Poore Sichem she a Stranger was whom thou so much didst wowe Lewde Ammon she thy Sister was with whome thou hadst to doe Poore Sichem thou to prize thy loue didst leaue thy Godes for hers Lewde Ammon thou to please thy luste no God at all prefers But howsoeare in these in this no diffrence shall remaine Poore Sichem he was slaughtred lewd Ammon shall be slaine Nor more Maachas goodly Sonne in stomaking did threate Then did this Newes his Father now offensiuely disqueatâ— At poynt almost to act as much as Absolom did plot Euen Ammons death had not he been his Isiue first-begot For which he earst had hild him Deare and present Nature wrought And that himselfe had amorous Slyps is likely too hee thought But howsoeare in woe enough he ouerpafseth it Which Absolom in wroth enough nor could nor would forgiâ— Two yeares in silence neartheles he labord of that fit To his Sheep-shearing Dauid and his Brethren he inuites Such as our Wakes conuenting Kinnes to Feastings and Delightes Now listen what Catastropha this Stratagem behightes The King excus'd his comming whome his Sonne importunes so As Ammon and his other Sonnes had leaue and will to goe
And apprehends euen fleelingly her Humours as they fall If sad were she then sad was he if merrie merrie too His Senses liable to all she did or did not doe If her he heard to speake he sayd Cassandrâ— spake lesse trew If her he saw hers praisde he more than Cythereas hew If odorifrous Sents he smelt he fathers them on her If but her hand he toucht that Touch did highly him prefer But Dâ—ified swore he him her bed-game Sweets might taste And swore his Thoughts for where we loue eueÌ„ there our Soules be plaste His Vertues and Officiousnes to her wards so had wrought That vnto little lesse than loue she by Degrees was brought Then errant Knights euery Knight yea Kings would ost defend The Beauties of such Damsels as it lik't them to commend And Prizes were preposde for such whose Champions bore theÌ„ best At Tilts and Turnies and his Dame was Soueraigne ore the rest Such Iusts in England to beheld were now proclaim'd and The Chiualrie of Christendome conuented in our Land Three beautious forren Ladies with Sir â—ohn his Ladie stood Competitors to win the Prize maintain'd with Champions good To shew the foure-fold March of Knights whose Prowse shuld plead ano 〈…〉 Vnder distinguisht Flags her Forme their Fancies waited on Their rare Accomplements and each Deuise to see or reede To shew the richnes of the Prize behight the Victors Meede The Damsels richer hew for whom such Triumphs were decreede The Cost and great Concurse was there were ouer-long to say In few was nothing wanting that might honor such a day Now sound they to the Iusts and now vn-horst was many a Knight For Foyles were Foyles most brauely al their Sides and selues acquite And almost grew the day to end before it could be seene Who bore him best wheÌ„ mouÌ„ted well both Man Horse in greene A Knight appear'd his Banner had the Picture and in gold King Edwards Cozen Elenor was legibly inrould Against him ranne right hardie Knights that thundred on his Beuer But he vnhorst the most of them himselfe vn-horsed neuer At least he lost his Stirrops that incounters him wherefore Of Knighthood he and Elenor the Prize of Beautie bore The Iewels set for Victorie and aduerse Banners three Were yeelded him whilst Elenor did long her Knight to see But as they marched to depart with Beuer shut he made To her a Conge closely then he Thence himselfe conuaide Much wonder all who and of whence the hardie greene-Knight was But secretly vnknowne of all he to his Home did pas A Womans Loue is Riuer-like which stopt will ouer-flow But when the Currant finds no let it often falls too lowe Faire Elenor wish't nothing more than that she might him know Meane while the Fier of Loue in her from sparkes to flame did grow But Mandeuil was more discreet than that for Mens applause He would be known as knowing that from Praise takes Enuie cause To moue the King threats death in vaine to labor her he wist Since many mightie Potentates had labord her and mist. She he and England seem'd too neere his hopes thought he too farre He absence therefore poynts to plead vnto his Loue in barre Of Ceur-de-Lion Erigen VVilliam the Pylgrim who Wrot Richards Syrian Watres Curson Glanuile and Longe-spee too Long-shanks eare King his Knights and of our English many moe That through the triple Orbs did Armes and Trauels vnder-goe And famous thus aliue and dead Here and Abroad did groe He cal'd to minde resolu'd in minde his Life to finish so Bills of Exchange and all things els prepard for Trauell fit Vnto his Friends grieu'd he would goe he then imparteth it The King did giue him Letters for safe-Conducts of the Corte Loth him to leaue he taketh leaue But in more speciall forte Of Elenor good Sadnes she thus spoke as if in sporte Some discontented humor sends you hence as I deuine Which be whereso you shall will be with you be yours as mine Nay Madam quoth Sir Iohn twixt vs this diffrence is to finde I both in minde and body you need trauell not in minde Yes yes quoth she my Minde I wot meete may you farre away If so then giue to it this Ring and that I sent it say So with that Riddle and a Ring she gaue they kindly parte Nor knew she him the Knight she meant nor he to him her heart For second to the greene-Knight whom she thought not him was he Her Fauoret of him therefore she would remembred be Now let vs say the Lands the Seas the People and their Lore This Knight did see whom touching which not storie shall we more But to our English Voyages euen in our times shall frame Our Muse and what you heare of Theirs of his the like do ame For Countries not for Customes then and now not still the same Yeat interlace we shall among the Loue of her and him Meane while about the World our Muse is stripped now to swim CHAP. LXII FRom then when first my Father eare my birth was one of those Did through the Seas of ysie Rocks the Muscouites disclose We shal our English Voyages the cheefe at least digest Of which in this her Highnes Raigne haue been perform'd the best And herea while let Mandeuil and his Beloued rest To name the diuers Peoples that in Europe be weare much Not but remotest Regions of our Natiues seene we touch But Moderns Yee of whom are some haue circum-sail'd the Earth Here pardon vs your Sailes and giue your proper Praises bearth Infuse yee Penn-life too into ore-taken Fames by death Caboto whose Cosmographie and selfe-proofe brake the Ise To most our late Discouerers Debtors to his Aduise Had vs eare Spayne possest of that which Spanyards now abuse But he inuitinÌ„g idly we did offred Gold refuse Yeat him to say for most the Meane it weare not vs to shame Of English new Discoueries that yeeld vs Wealth and Fame Reserue we to the Actors though of whom lost some their Wealth Their liues a many all at least indangered their health In trewer Perils and more braue Achieuements than the Tailes Of Iason and Vlysses of their fabled Sea-toyld Sailes The Glorie of the dangerous Gole Nor let vs here forgit In which I first did breath this Ayre London preferring it Some Marchants theare of Worth did mind with Nations then vnknowne New Traffiques the Passe thereto was by Caboto showne By his Instructions and their costs three Ships were rigged out Hugh VVilloughby the Admyrall a Knight both wise and stoute Next place whose braue performance of Imployments euer liue To Chancelor grand Pilot for that Voyage did they giue Now sayle they for the Northeast Parts Cathayas Shores to finde Incountred with huge Seas of Ise with stormie Gustes and Winde Scotland Aegeland Halgland th'Isles of Roste and Lofoot past Tempestiously Arzinas Rhode receiued Sir Hugh at last Theare he and all of two his Ships attempting bootles shiftes Weare
we commend Well wotring Acts heroick and great Accidents not few Occurre this happie Raigne here-hence of purpose blanched vew Nor Perpetuitie my Muse can hope vnlesse in this That thy sweet Name Elizabeth herein remembred is And this hope I doth bode me good that very day wherein Was finish't This did of thy Raigne yeare Thirtith nine begin May Muse arte-graced more than mine in Numbers like supply What in thine Highnes Praise my Pen too poore hath passed-by A larger Field a Subiect more illustrious None can aske That with thy Scepter and thy selfe his Poesie to taske Thy Peoples Prolocutor be my Prayer and I pray That vs thy blessed Life and Raigne long blesse as at this day An Addition in Proese to the second Booke of ALBIONS ENGLAND contayning a Breuiate of the true Historie of Aeneas ACcept him friendly Reader where he is not where he ought and as he speaketh not as he should Misapplied he is not for Matter precedent howsoeuer the penning or misplacing may like or mislike for the English or Order Rather hath my Remisnes borrowed of Decorum and your Patience than that a Patriarke of our Brutons should be abruptly estranged Of Aeneas therefore it thus followeth Aeneidos WHen the reuengefull Flames of Trâ—y properly called Ilion then the principall Citie of all Asia had perfected the more than Teâ—ne yeares Siege of the Grecians expugning of the same then Aeneas howsoeuer by some authorities noted of disloyaltie towards Priam in this not vnworthily surnamed vertuous burthening his armed shoulders with his feeble and most aged Father Anchises that laboured also vnder his loade of the Troian Gods and sacred Reliques Aeneas as I say with such his Burthen leading by the hand his Sonne Ascanius of the age of twelue yeres followed not only of the beautifull Creusa his wife the Daughter of King Priam but also of a many Troians participating that common calamitie brake through the wastfull Flames mauger the wrathful Foes into the fields of Phrigia Theare the Aire emptied of down-burnt Turrets and filled with smoake of fired Buildings assured froÌ„ their hearts more teares to their eyes than the benefit of their present Escape could promise them comfort Trâ—y therefore not to be rescued or Creusa in this businesse lost and perishing to be recouered Aeneas and his Followers imbarking themselues in Simois after long weary Sea-faring arriued in a part of Thrace called Cressa bounding on Mygdonia Here Aeneas purposing an end of his tedious Saylings and not meanly furnished of Treasure conuayed from Troy laied Foundation of a Citie after the Founder called Aenea This Citie going forward lesse effectually than was expected Aeneas supposing the Gods to bee yet opposite to the Troians knocking downe a milke-white Bull pitched an Altar to doe Sacrifice Neere at hand were growing diuers shrubbed Trees the Boughes whereof for the greater reuerence and exornation of the present Solemnitie he cutting and sliuing downe perceiued blood in great abundance issuing from the broken Branches whereat long admiring and with great terror and deuotion intercessing the Gods to reueale the meaning of that miraculous Accident at the length he heard a pitiful feeble voice for diuessly in those daies did the Diuels answere and giue Oracles thus answering Reason were it Aeneas that the Graues of the dead shuld priuiledge their bodies from the tyrannie of the liuing but by so much the lesse doe I esteeme my preiudice by how much the more I know thee vnwittingly iniurious Thou Aeneas in these Braunches thou tearest the bodie of thy vnfortunate Brother-in-law Polydor Sonne to the likestarred Priamus Troy as yet was only threatned not besieged when my Father as thou knowest deliuered me with a world of Treasure to Polymnâ—stor the barbarous King of this Countrie here daungerles as he pretended to abide as the Conseruor and Restauration of his House and Empyre whatsoeuer should betide of him his other Issue or the Warres then beginning but the Greekes preuailing Auarice and the declining State of Phrigia imboldned my Gardein fearles of Reuengers to the murthering of me which he traytrously accomplishing on this Shore secretly raked me vp in these Sands without honor of better Sepulcher and of my body so hath it pleased the Gods and Nature are sprong these Branches in tearing of which thou tormeÌ„test me Howbeit in respect of my desire to profit thee by foretelling of thy Destinie I account mee happily harmed For know Aeneas that in vaine thou doest build where the Gods deny thine abode leaue therefore these defamed Coasts and prosperously plant the Remaine of Troy and thy Posteritie in the fertill Italian Clime The voyce thus ceased to speake and Aeneas without further touch of the forbidden Shrubs continuing his feare finished the Sacrifice after the Phrigian fashion solemnlie held an Obit to the Ghost of his murthered Kinsman THen by this admonishment he and his Troians leauing the new reared Citie disanker from Thrace in quest of behighted Italie But no sooner had they put to Sea theÌ„ that the windes and the waues sollicited a Poeticall fiction by the wife of Iupiter so tossed and turmoyled the disparkled Nauie that the horror of the circuÌ„stances coÌ„tinually threatning their liues left onely hoped-for death as the remaine of all comfort At length these instruments of their long wandrings and the causes of Anchises of many noble personages there perishing couÌ„terpleaded as is fabled by Venus tossed their distackled Fleet to the Shore of Libya Neere to the place of their arriual stood the beautifull Citie of Carthage which Elisa whom the Phaenicians for her magnanimious dying did afterwards name Dido had newly builded Aeneas by safe-coÌ„duct receiued froÌ„ her repayring thether found such royal entertainemeÌ„t that in respect of the present solace he had forgotteÌ„ al passed sorrowes his hart-spent Troians found bountifull supplies to all their late endured scarsities In the meane while Aeneas for personage the Iouilist for wel-spokeÌ„ the Mercuxilist no lesse fortunate vnder Venus her constellatioÌ„ with his comelines so intised the eyes with his speeches so inchaunted the eares and with his vertues so enflamed the heart of the amorous Cathagenian Queene that hardly modesty discented that her tongue affirmed not the loue which her eyes outwardly blabbed and her heart inwardly nourished In the end not able longer to containe such extraordinary Passions in this order she vented the same to the Lady Anna her Sister My trusty Sister quoth she then sighing out a pause how many great Princes since the decease of my late husband Sichaeus and our departure from Tyrus haue in vaine laboured a marriage with me hath been vnto thee no lesse apparant than of me hitherto vnapproued but now haled on I know not by what destinie our new-come Guest Aeneas the Troian whose matchlesse personage and knightly prowesse I partially commend not all confirming of him no lesse than I can affirme the same euen the same hath supplanted my chast determinations of continual