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B00476
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The picture of incest. Liuely portraicted in the historie of Cinyras and Myrrha. / By Iames Gresham..; Metamorphoses. English. Selections
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Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Gresham, James, fl. 1626.
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1626
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Falling on the ripe Cherries which the sun After exhales from lying thereupon And with this teare distilied shewre doth shroud Her starre like cyes within her apprâ—n cloud Which strange distemperature of hers her father Deeming of feare not lust yet knowing neither â—o bids her weeping and with gentle touch Wipes her wet eyes then kisses her as muâ— laâ— With which she seemes to be so much oreâ—oy'd That she â—uen wishes to be still thus cloy'd With the Ambrosiack Nectar of his lips And neuer to be out of this Ecclipse He thinking now if euer had his cariage Won a wisht time to win her vnto mariage Consults againe with her desires to find What kind of man it was would please her mind To whom as glad by this meanes to expresse The whice she leveld at in this distresse She thus replies the man that must obtaine The conquest of my heart and my bed gaine Must in all parts deere Sire resemble thee Or neuer looke to be imbrac'd by mee Whilst he not knowing her close thoughts applauds Of this her liking and with lauish lauds Sayes Daughter mayst thou be thus dutious still And euermore obey thy fathers will The Gods will sure reward thee for 't and crowne Thy duty with perpetuall renowne No sooner was that word of duty spoken But straight her countenance with a change was stroken As conscious to herselfe of that soule fact Which with her aged Sire she sought to act And grieuing that those words which she intended To breake the yee should be misapprehended It now was midnight and a silent sleepe Did cares from mind toyles from body keepe When watchfull MIRRHA too too haplesse Mayd Is to her former enemy betray'd And so pursued by her vnquiet thoughts That night no sleepe vnto her eyes allots But doth againe retract that lewd desire Which blew the coles to this incestious fire And one while timerously dispaires to try And yet againe resolues it by and by Shaming to aske she couets what she shames And these vnwilling willing motions blames On euery side is her attempt beset With hope to forward and with feare to let And in this conflict what her hart should doe Cannot resolue or giue consent vnto But as the tree hewne by the sharpe edg'd steele After a many wounds begins to reele Tremblingly doubtfull on which hand to fall And is on euery side much fear'd of all So stood she shaken with a various passion By her too â—emerous timerous inclination That which diswades seems light what allures As great and iust a punishment procures And nothing can her thoughts intend but sirai't One change or other on those thoughts do waite Much like the billowes of the boyling sea In a tempestious and cloudy day Where one waue following the first amaine Comes straight a third that breaks them both in twaine No meane nor ease can her distempers finde But that which death affords the loue-sick minde And that indeed she hugges and straight resolues To put in execution Then inuolues Her faire necke with her Zâ—ne tred to that heigth That falling thence she so might clime to death And hauing thus prepar'd herselfe to run On her owne wofull sad confusion Farewell Deare father cries she when l'medead Let yet my deaths cause be remembered And since my life durst not my loue make known Let my desires by this my death be showne And therewith apts her girdles knot t'enchaine Her azure veyned-neeke to case her paine 'T is said the mournefull murnour of her teares And sorrowes tones came to her nurses eares Who then full little dreaming what a fact Her foster charge was now about to act Of selfe contriuing death was not farre layd From the sad stage wheron this Scene was playd And hearing her straight rises and with speed Opening the doores and guessing at the deed By what she saw prouided first expresses Her wo ider by her cryes tearing her tresles And mise rably macerâ—ting with her knife Her age plough'd bosome then to saue her life Breaks from her tender neck that haâ—d knot tied By which so sweet a beauty sought t' haue died And with sofâ—kind embraces bids her cleere I hose heauens her eye that weepimg clouded were Earnesily crauing what the cause might be That drag'd her thoughts to this selfe tragedy Whilst she as one dumb strucken stands at gaze With a dejected looke and nothing sayes But griâ—ues that by her death 's too slow dispatch Her too kind nurse should her so tardy catch Shee good old nurse conjures her still with loue To shew what did these teares effusion moue And with her nakd and wrinckled brests displayd Which hoary age had dry and withered made Entreats her by her infant Swathlings and The food she first receiued from her hand When in her now exhaust and shriueld nipple There then was pleasant milke for her to tipple That vnto her she would those griefes impart Which seem'd so much to ouerload her hart Perswading her that griefes oft kill conceal'd But find redresse when th' are in time reueal'd To all which MIRRHA still with silent gaze Turning aside sighes but yet nothing sayes As one whose thoughts presaging no reliefe Would rather dye then vtter forth her griefe The gentle Nurse as yet in knowledge blind What these distempers mou'd but bent to find The fount from whence they flow'd with promise made Both of her secresie and vtmost ayde To her best age worne strength mought that might Asswage these passions or her hert delight Againe thus woes her Sweet child let me know What sodaine griefe this is torments thee so And what my ag'd experience can redresse My willing power shall speedily expresse Bee 't a distracting frenzie l 'ue a charme Of soueraigne herbes to cure thee of that harme Or bee'st thou hurt by some malignant fate I 'ue yet a spell shall shield thee from that hate Or dreadst thou some incensed god loe I With sacred rites that ire can pacifie What should I more suggest Good fortune shee Sweetly smiles on thee and as yet wee 're free From all incursions yea thy Sire and Mother Are liuing too and nightly ' nioy each other MIRRHA no sooner heares the name of Sire Fall from her nurses lippes but all on fire Like the dry flaxe to which the smallest cole Serues as a taper to enflame the whole She breaths forth many a sigh whilst still th' old crone The cause conceaues not of her heauy mone But yet suspects she loues and therefore still Stickes to her former purpose and doth will That whatsoeuer t' were she yet would please To let her know 't and trie her ages ease And therewith takes the teare-distilling Mayd Into her lap and with weake armes displaid Empaling her faire corpes sayes come I know The troubled spring from whence these streames doe flow Thou art in loue and either sham'st to say With whom or doubtst lest I 'le the same bewray But credit me my ayde shall serue