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A68968	The tragedie of Alceste and Eliza As it is found in Italian, in La Croce racquistata. Collected, and translated into English, in the same verse, and number, by Fr. Br. Gent. At the request of the right vertuous lady, the Lady Anne Wingfield ...; Croce racquistata. English	Bracciolini, Francesco, 1566-1645.	1638 (1638)	STC 3474.5; ESTC S100487	26,770	78

they part and he the saile unties Which Boreas sighes and his do drive astrife Away he goes but goes without a heart For faire Eliza will not let that part 38. His eyes full-fraught with teares his brest with woes This poore distressed husband onward drives And sadly through the watry Forrest rowes To succour Carthage or to spend their lives But t' was too late the towne was lost and those Which tooke it gone before his fleete arrives He staid awhile to put his shippes in frame And then return'd the fleete from whence it came 39. Now in this interim there was a Knight Newly arrived on the Affric side To lend poore Carthage as he thought he might Some little help in this their greatest need Who after supper when mens hearts are light And take least heed of what they say espide Th' enamoured Alcest stand with down-cast eyes Observ'd him sad and doth the cause surmise 40. Fy Sir quoth he banish this melancholy Which clouds your brow and corasives your heart Thought you do know is but a wise-mans folly And does nought else but duplifie our smart If it be Love possesseth you so wholy As many youths it doth that lacke the art Why pluck it up betimes there 's no such ill As to be subiect to a womans will 41. Nor can there be a woman that 's not base That wretched sex hath neither love nor faith It is not valour wit or comely grace But gold t is only gold their fancy fwa'ith I' have tride a thousand yet not one whose case Diffreth in this I lothe them all he saith And reckons up a number so imbrac't By him for money and describes the last 42. Vpon Citera shore that doth behold Asopoes back a stately house is set Built partly on a rocke as if it would Behold it selfe i' th sea that closeth it There had I one but as the rest for gold Eliza call'd a rare and dainety bit And if ones lookes could have perswaded me That any had beene honest t 'had beene she 43. Some what retir'd and in blacke garments clad A nigard of her haire and modest looke Demure in gate and rather slow then sad Reserv'dly wise in all she undertooke A down-cast eye from whence her beauties had Fixt at her foote the rayes they from it tooke Seem'd thus to say I looke not view not me For I regard no others misery 44. But as loves wealth the more it is conceal'd Appeares the more and moves the more desire And love burnes hottest till it be reveal'd Deniall serving but to blow the fire So I Eliza much the fairer held In those meane clothes and long'd the more to try her But so her Nurse to ease my love had wrought That to conclusion now the match was brought 45. This woman leane with age and meager growne Faines religion counterfeits devotion Goes muttering on her beades in such a tone As you would thinke her matines never done You often see her kisse the holy ground And knocke her hollow breast untill it sound Shee 's mistris of deceit and with her art Can turne the key of every others heart 46. This aged Beldame silently by night Convei'd me to the place mine Idoll lay An unfrequented passage out of sight She privately had open'd towards the sea Her chamber and her bed this wandring Knight Describ'd at full and all he could bewray Lavish of speech at such a lavish table Where wine of Creet had made his tongue more able 47. Whereby the husband being made too sure Of that afront which he had done him cri'd How dar'st thou villaine think thy selfe secure Whilst thus thou gloriest in so foule a deed Shall I my wives shame and mine owne endure Heaven sent thee hither to receive thy meede At my hand tak 't when drawing out his sword He furiously assail'd him at the bord 48. Th' Adulterer confounded and surpris'd Had scarce his drunken hand upon his sword When ill defended as he was advis'd He wounded fell to dy the earth in blood His fortune with his folly had devis'd To end his supper at a sadder bord Amongst the pots and platters on the ground His carcasse lay his soule in wine was drownd 49. Alceste lingers not but hastes to sea With one small Pinnace leaving all the rest The South-wind swel'd his sailes and he made way Through deepest waves with deeper thoughts opprest A deadly palenesse on his face there lay A sadnesse worse then death possest his brest He found no rest or place sometimes he brake Out into sighes but nere a word he spake 50. The fourth day that this desperate lover quit The Affrick shore he might discerne in sight The flatnesse of the sea permitting it Faire Citerea's Isle though nothing nye it He alter'd then his course at last he litt Upon the coast of Mallea when 't was night From thence a servant to his wife he sent With this commission and to this intent 51. Goe thou quoth he and get my wife aboord And when thou hast her far enough from shore That no man can perceive or heare a word Then murther her I need not tell thee more Which if thy sword refuse why let thy sword Be spar'd from bloud so thou wilt cast her o're Be sure to make her sure and lend no eare To any scuce she makes or any praier 52. Away he goes resolv'd to do the deed Comes to Citera in Alcestes name Salutes Eliza who was soon agreed To meet her husband since he wild the same And lest his tale might some suspition breed He told her where he left him whence he came And that he should be forc't to stay a while Before he could return into the Isle 53. The loving wife that knew the messenger Easly beleev'd the message which he brought And joyfull of the newes suspects no danger But sets her heedlesse feete into his boat The Rascall leaves the shore and in his anger When time and place was fitting as he thought More raging then the sea whereon he went Flyes on the Woman gives his fury vent 54. And on her gentle face that might appease The Lions fury and the Adders sting And was of force to mollifie with ease The hardest Oakes that in the deserts spring When he had fixt his sterne and staring eyes In act as desperate as spight could bring He wrap't his left-hand in her tender haire And with his right he did his sword up-reare 55. And with abusive speech disjoyntly plac't With horror of the fact dispatch saith he Eliza thou must dy this is thy last Thy time is come thou mai'st no longer be Wilt thou have sword or sea she wretch in hast Put to so hard a choyce as here you see With lips as pale as earth and trembling breath Requir'd at least the reason of her death 56. The reason is quoth he to tell thee plaine Thy husbands will for he commands it so This said he tug'd her by the haire againe And mov'd

restlesse rest Till all the kennell were driven out and yern To dominere within her tender brest And then she mounted on her Goat againe Swifter then any of the winged traine 26. When she departed thence the night did mourne In blackest houres farthest from the day Equally distant to the lights return As to the time wherein it went away And now the Damsell underneath the thorn That in a swoune by her lost-lover lay Revives but not as erst for now she bid More pain and woe then ever woman did 27. She feeles a silent horrour overflow Her brest yet knowes not what the cause should be She little thinks her alterations grow From divels which torter her so cruelly Meane while those spirits all their poyson blow Into her organs and they make her see Or rather think she sees such are her feares Both Lyons Panthers Tygers Woolfes and Beares 28. 'T was midnight then and heaven as dark as pitch No Moon appear'd nor could one see or heare Ought in that desert place to stir or quitch So mute the world was and so dark the sphere And yet the power was such of that damn'd Witch What with transparent poyson and such geare That this poor damsell did both heare and see And when 't was midnight thought it noon to be 29. She turn'd about and saw a sudden fire Rise in a medow out of broken stones And by that kindling which was soon grown higher A winde to rise from out their flinty bones It blew amaine and that breath did inspire A flame which up to heaven did clime at once And in that flame deceased mortals cast By those infernall ghosts we spake of last 30. And when those divels had gather'd up as fast The ashes of their burned flesh againe They sprinkled them with teares and made a paste Wherewith they shap't anew the bodies slaine Which reincarnate and patch't up in haste Consume afresh in never dying paine The flames doe bellow and the horrid sound Of Ghosts tormented endlesly resound 31. Now whil'st Eliza this strange torment ey'd A cold ran to her heart through every veine A crue of hell-hounds ready there she spy'd To drag her husband to that scorching flame The wretched knight exclaim'd complain'd and cry'd Vpon Eliza and her Love did blame But she that saw him thus in spight of hell Would not abandon him she lov'd so well 32. Till feare at last so much possest her brain That cold and trembling like a leafe i' th winde She was no longer able to refrain Her fearfull foot but more afrighted minde She runs away and heares Alceste plaine Speaking and groning at her back behind He cals upon her and intreats her back And makes her challenge that she loves him nat 33. And thereupon she stayes afrighted sore And feeles her heart still stricken with the sound She hardly breathes yet running more and more Flyes from that sad report which now she found More fear'd in death then deer in life before The noyse afflicts her still with fierce resound And still she runs to finde a safer place Through thickest woods that rend her haire and face 34. O're highest mountains and the broken horns Of steepest rocks and craggy cliffes she strayes And where 't is overgrown with bush and thornes There findes she out impenitrable wayes And yet the fearfull noyse where ere she turnes Pursues her still at heels and never stayes She looks with eyes distorted gastly fierce Neither in colour nor in shape as erst 35. She speakes in divers tongues and doth at full Pronounce each Countries accents though remote Neighs like a Horse and bellowes like a Bull Bleats like a Sheep and stammers like a Goat Of many sounds makes one confus'd and dull The Adders hissing and the Panthers note The woolfs hoarse howling and the whistling sound Of hollow vaults and crannies under-ground 36. The poor soule flyes and strikes her weary brest Her ivory palms she beats and wrings for woe She teares her haire and gives her cheeks no rest That to a palenesse turn their untoucht snow A thick deep panting shakes her sides opprest With violence of her heart that strikes them so Now whil'st this torment lasts the liquid night Gives way unto the daies succeeding light 37. And she her sad lights turning towards the East And viewing there the new approching Sun Suppos'd a fire to rise from out the dust Which burning every mortall thing did run With that she ran more eagerly then erst And call'd with her each thing the fire to shun Away ye groves she cryes ye fields away The fire will catch you if you longer stay 38. And at an instant with her tender hands O wondrous force of power demoniack She pluckt up ancient trees like little wands Stript off their boughs and made their bodies crack The wood gives way on heaps and quaking stands Where that infernall fury drives it back An angry eastern wind did never blow To waste a Forrest or consume it so 39. But when those lothsome fiends themselves withdrew And gave a little respit to her flight And that her eyes had lost their bloudy hue Her haire grown smooth that stood before upright She rightly found from whence her error grew She sees but Firres and Mirtels in her sight Ther 's no Alceste now she heares no cryes The fire is quencht and Phoebus mounts the skies 40. Whereby poor thing she well perceiv'd at last That she with unclean spirits was possest And that their fury carried her so fast O re hils and dales without one minutes rest Frozen and dumb amazed and agast She mus'd a while and then with griefe opprest Fixing on heaven her sad and watry eyes She cals on God in this most humble wise 41. O God! if for her sinnes Eliza still Must be tormented with such cruelty That neither wounds nor griefe will serve to kill Because no death should end her misery Defend her yet if 't be thy blessed will That she may shew therein her constancy And that no power infernall may prevaile To tyrannize her soule though weake and fraile 13. 'T is true my soule hath err'd for so great love Should not be plac'd in sensuality And so it err'd tht foolishly it strove To leave its native seat as desperately But who can moderate much lesse remove The fire that in a Lovers heart doth lye O let thy mercies and my slender faith Purchase forgivenesse at thy hands she saith 43. And then proceeds teares running downe her face O what a mischiefe am I brought unto By cruell fate that though it be my case By death and love to be afflicted so When Land and Sea lacks torment and disgrace Sorrow and losse for me to undergoe The world being weary of tormenting me Hell should rise up to work my misery 44. With saying this her one and other star Declining towards the ground and weeping too Are now made fairer by her sorrowes far And sorrow lovely by her weeping so And I