Ulysses Would I might pity shew this onely may Be shewn we grant at thy request delay And time to weep Tears griefs disburden does Andr. Sweet pledge O glory of our fallen house Last end of Troy O fear to Greeks O vain Hope of thy Mother for whom thy Gran-sires raign In his best State thy Father's fortitude I did request The Gods our votes delude In Iliums royal Court Troys Scepter thou Shall n't bear nor laws give to thy people now Nor to thy yoak submit the Conquer'd rout Nor Grecians slay Nor Pyrrhus drag about Nor shall thy tender hands Arms exercise Nor boldly in the lawnes wilde beasts surprize Nor shalt thou with the noble youths resort To use th' at solemn 8 Lustres 9 Trojan sport Nor with swift feer 10 dance in the Phrygian fanes About the Altars whilst the 11 warlike straines Of Curved pipes excite Dire death alass Worser than death Something more sad than was Hector's Troy now shall see Ulysses Break off thy Tears Great dolor never of it Self forbears Andr. Small is the time for tears that we require Vlysses grant before that he expire I wish my hand may close his little Eyes Thou dyest young but fear'd by Enemies Thy Troy expect thee Go free Trojans see From bondage freed Astyanax O Mother succour me Andr. Why hugg'st thou me Why hold'st thy mothers hands Thou tak'st a vain defence As trembling stands By ' is mothers side the tender youngling when It hears the Lion roar She gon he then With his vast jaws teareth the tender prey So thee thy foe snatch from my breast away Will Here receive my Kisses Tears and hair 12 Rent off To th' Sire now full to me repair Tell him thy mothers plaints If Ghosts retaine Their former Love not perish'd in the flame O Cruel Hector wilt thou suffer thy Andromach serve the Greeks and slothful lie Achillis back return'd Take here take here Once more my rented hair and tears what e're Is of my Hector lest These Kisses give Unto thy Sire This Coate thy mother leave This touch'd has my dear's ashes and his tomb I 'le search his ashes and what 's left 13 lick down Ulysses Thou hast no measure in thy tears away 'T is time to break the Grecians Ships delay Exeunt omnes Chorus Which is the place where we must dwell Thessalian Mounts and 1 Tempe's vail Or 2 Phthie bearing Mermidons Or asper 3 Thrachyn full of Stones Where the fair droves of beasts bred be Or 4 Jolchos Mistress of the Sea 5 Or Hunder'd City'd spacious Crete Small 6 Gortine or barren 7 Trice Or knee holm bearing 8 Methony Which in th' 9 Oetian woods do ly Whence came those Cruel shafts which more Then once Troy's fatal ruine bore 10 Olenus where few houses be 11 Pleuron Diana's Enemie Or Seas-indented 12 Troezean Or Prothous Kingdom 13 Peleon 14 The third step to heaven where then In th' Hollow Mount a spacious den Was where great 15 Chiron master to 16 The Cruel youth did use to shew His skill striking the sounding Strings With 's bow and there whilst wars he Sings His mighty ire stir up he dos Or Marble-bearing 17 Carystos 18 Or Chalcis nere the Shore of the Swift 19 Euripus th' unquiet Sea 20 Echinae ope to every winde 21 Or Genoessa where gales finde A Constant vent or 22 En•spae Which fear the North-East winde or the 23 Ptrithaedos joyn'd to Attica 24 Elusis which do 24 hidd'n rites injoy Or Ajax Country 25 Salamin 26 Or Calydonia which hath been Well noted for the Cruel bore 27 Bessa and Scarphe which the shore Even reach'd Titaressus laves About with his dull sluggish waves 28 Ancient Pilos 29 Pharis Jove's 30 Pisa 31 Elis which great games loves Sad Storms which thus the wretched send By every one to every land But whilst that we for * * Helena her do pay Who has done thus to Greece and Troy Far may Sparta and 33 Argos be And mighty 34 Pelops Mycenae 35 Neritus lesse than 36 Zacynthus And guileful Stany 37 Ithacus What fate remains O Hecuba For thee what Lord shall lead away Thee and to what Land shalt thou fly Or in what Country shalt thou dye Act the IV. Scene the I. Helena Andromach Hecuba Polyxena Mute Enter Helena alone with Grecian Tires and Ornaments in her hand 'T is fit a Bride-maid Helena should be At every deadly Hymen and where the Mariage doth cries grief slaughter blood produce I 'm forc'd the Conquer'd Trojans to abuse Pyrrhus's false nuptials I am charg'd to shew And Grecian tires and trimings carry to Polyxena So Paris sister shall Deceived by my fraud and Cunning fall Be She deceived ' will easier be for her 'T is a wish'd death to die without Death's fear Why dost thou not as thou art bid Crimes still Forced return on th' authors of the ill Enter Polyxena Hecuba and Andromach O noble Maid of the 1 Dardanian House A better God now the afflicted does Begin for to regard A dowry he To Polyxena And happy mariage doth prepare for thee And such a Husband Priamus he cou'd Not have giv'n thee though Troy it self had stood For * * Pyrrhus Thessaly's great Prince desires to wed With holy rites thee to his lawful bed Whose Kingdom spreads o're Spacious Thessaly Great 2 Tethis and the Lady 's of the Sea And 3 Thetys the proud Seas fair Lady shall Call thee their's 4 Peleus shall thee Cousen Call When thou art Pyrrhu's wife and 5 Nereus too Offers her the Grecian Tires Put off these mourning robes and these indue Forget Captivity Let maids prepare With art-ful hands to Curle and plait thy hair Thou by this fall perchance mayst higher rise Many have gain'd by being made a prize Andr. For to be glad the only ill has been Wanting to ruin'd Trojans Troy's now seen In Flames O Time for weddings Who dares though Deny or who will be in doubt to go For to be Married when that Helena Perswades to Grecians and to Trojans ah 6 The ruine Pest and Plague Se'st thou these Tombs Of Captaines and these inhumated bones Spread o're the fields Thy Hymen's fruites they be Asia's and Europ's blood was shed for thee Whilst thou with doubtful wishes and no care 7 Thy husbands fighting Saw Go too prepare The wedding What needs Torches fire or bright 8 Nuptial Faxes Troy'l this new wedding light O Trojans Pyrrhu's wedding Celebrate Let Tears and Groans sound it in seemly rate Helena Although great grief wants reason and denies To yield and Your sad fellows to despise Doth cause yet I my Cause defend do dare That my Griefs greater far than yours are Before a prejudic'd Judge Andromacha Bewaileth Hector Priamus Hecuba For Paris onely prively doth mourn Helen You servitude hard to be born And heavy think Ten years this Captive yoke I bore Your family and Troy now strook Are to the Earth 'T is sad indeed to bear Your Country's losse but worse
still What ever ills 9 Cassandra prophised In her mad sits though Godprohibited 10 With-child I this first saw a Prophetesse I unbeleiv'd before Cassandra was Crafty Ulisses nor 12 Diomedes His night Companion nor false 13 Sinon these Fires hath sown No no this fire is mine 'T is by my 11 Firebrand that ye now do shine Ah sad old woman why thus long do'st thou mourn The Cities downfal O unhappy Turn Thine eyes to fresher griefs Troy's downfalls old That execrable fact I did behold The 14 murther of the King yet greater harm 'T was at Jove's Altar and by Pyrrbus arm I saw when that fierce man with fatal hand In Priamus's curled locks entwin'd Forceing his head down hid his horrid sword In a mortal wound who willingly was gor'd Which done he from the old man's throat again Drew forth the blood-wet blade Whom he amain Pressing th' extremest point of age at all Could not appease but by his cruel fall The Gods are witnesse of this mischeif and The Altar sometimes of this ruin'd land Priam parent of so many Kings e'rewhile Wants now a Sepulchre a sun'ral Pile In flaming Troy But this sufficeth not The Gods See I a Master now by lot Must choose with th' Daughters of King Priamus And his Sons Wives Whom shall I follow thus Poor prey Pyrrhus may joyn with Andromach Another with 15 Hellenus Wife may match Another doth 16 Antenors Grave And thou Cassandra wants not one to wed thee too My lot is fear'd 'T is I alone the Greeks Despise Why fellow Pris'ners cease your shreeks 17 Strike strike your breasts send forth sad groans sighs Cause to be done Troys sun'ral obsequies Forthwith without delay make for to ring The fatal house of 18 Ida's direful King Chorus Thou bid'st to mourn those who in tears Are perfect for these many years This we have done Since Paris went 1 T' Amyclas and the rough Sea rent With Mother 2 Sybit's sacred Pine Since which Mount Ida's top hath been Twice five times periwigg'd with Snow And spoyl'd of Trees which there did grow To make our funeral Piles The mower In fear has twice five times told o're In the 3 Sigean fields the wheat Cut down Alas no day as yet Our tears did want New cause of woe Renu'd our Griefe To tears we goe O Queen 4 lift up thy hand and we Well taught to weep will follow thee Hecuba Faithful Mates of our Misery As it behoves your 5 hair unty Your locks spread on your backs you must Defil'd with Trojan bloody dust Shew your bare stretcht-out arms and put Your slackned coats ty'd with a knot About your wast and even unto Your belly all your bare Limbs shew For what Husbands should we I trough Hiding our Breasts our pudor show Let upper coats your under tie So that your hands at Libertie May be with furious strokes your breasts To wound this habit likes me best Your company I do agnize Let now return your wanted cries Exceed your wanted manner too T is Hector now lament we do Chorus Our rent and much decayed hair We all have loos'd and now we wear It hanging down unty'd we spurt In our own faces Troy's hot durt Hecuba Fill your hands full of it we may For all Troy's spoils this bear away Button'd about your sides now wear Your Gowns and shew your Shoulders bare Your naked breasts your hands invite To strokes let grief draw forth your might Make all the 6 Rhaetian shores resound With your laments The 7 Eccho found In Mounts and Caves let her repeat Not as she us'd last words Compleat Let her return the Trojan Cries Harken O ail you Seas and Skies Now let your hands the Tyrants play And with vast strokes your breasts repay With wonted Cries I 'm not content 'T is Hector now we do lament Chorus O Hector thus for thee our bare Arms and our bloody shoulders tare Our right hands do our heads for thee We beat our breasts extended be Torn with maternal hands And now Our former wounds for thee do flow With blood 8 fresh torn Thou wast the stay And Wall of Troy the Fates delay 9 A Sconce for tyred Trojans and Ten years stood Troy propp'd by thy hand With thee it fell Hector's last day The last was also unto Troy Hecuba Enough for Hector change your plaint And now King Priamus lament Chorus Accept our tears twice 10 lost old man Thou living but 11 one ill sustain Did Troy ' Twice has the Dardan Towers Sustain'd the force of Grecian powers And 12 twice abode th' Herculean Shaft The Sons of Hecuba aloft On Princely Piles were reared all The last part of the funerall Thou their father dost conclude 13 At Great Joves Altar murthered 14 Thy trunk lyes on the Trojan shore Hecuba Iliades O weep no more For Priam's death But rather thus Cry all O HAPPY PRIAMUS He free went to the Ghosts below Nor shall his neck to Greeks yoak bow 15 Neither Atrides shall he see Nor false Ulysses nor shall be A prey for Gretian Triumphs Nor Shall his neck be subjected for Their Pomps Nor 's hands accustomed To Scepters be behinde him ty'd Nor bound in Golden Fetters trot Behinde Atrides Chariot Nor be a sight to 16 Mycene thus Chorus We all cry HAPPY PRYAMUS He dying with him bore away His Kingdome and now safe doth stray In the shade of th' 17 Elysian wood Where happy he among the good Soules seeketh for his Hector thus O happy happy PRIAMUS Who dyes in Warre he happy is All things with him consum'd he sees Exiunt Act the II. Scene the I. Enter Talthybius Greeks Chorus WHat long delayes the Greeks i' th' Haven make Both to 1 the War and now they homeward take Their way Chor. we pray you shew the causes that Put thus long stop unto the Grecian Fleet And what God stops their voyage back Talth My heart Quakes and a horrid fear shakes every part A greater wonder and true too none yet ' Ere heard of I nay I my self did see 't It was when Titan first 'gan to display His early beames Night new o're come by Day When on a sodain th' Earth shoke a hollow sound Flew from the bottome of the rending ground The lofty Forrest and the 2 sacred Grove Rung with the crash the Woods their tops did move Idaean Rocks broke from their Cliffs fell down The Earth not onely shoke but Seas did own Achilles presence for their Surges rose Immense Denns then the chapt Earth did disclose And gaping by the broken sides did show The pervious way unto the 3 Gods below A Tomb it did straightwayes discharge from whence Sprung the 5 great Ghost of the 4 Thessalian Prince Like as when he did Thracian armes annoy 6 The Proem to thy fatall fall O Troy Or as when he Neptunian 7 Cycnus fought Or raging in the battail all about With a strong courage dam'd the Rivers up With Carcasses and did slow 8 Xanthus stop
Making him wander by new Fords of blood Or when he victor in 's high Chariot stood 9 Great Hector and Troy drawing on the ground Wroth with these words he made the shore resound Away away you negligent and pay Due honours to my Ghost Ingrate away Launch out your Ships into our Seas Greece shall Appease our anger with no triviall A noble prize must do 't Polyxene Unto our Ashes must betrothed be Let her be slain by Pyrhus hand and her Hot breathing blood imbrew my Sepulcher This said and night now vanquish'd down agen He goes and mersed in that Hellish den The riv'd Earth clos'd againe the Seas lye still VVindes lay their threats aside soft murmurs fill The Aire arising from the still'd profound A chore of 10 Tritons th' 11 Hymenaeum sound Act the II. Scene the II. Enter Pyrrhus Agamemnon NOw we should spread our merry Sailes at Sea Home-bound Achilles is forgotten he Whose hand alone Troy with the Earth did lay Repensating what ever short delay He made at 2 Scyros or at 3 Lesbos where They doubting neuters stood till he came there Now though thou wouldst obey what he might crave Thou giv'st too late All other Captains have Already their rewards What prize is lesse That may be giv'n to so great worthinesse Are his deserts but small who might have fled Wars and in Peace his life continued Unto an age surpassing 4 Nestors years Leaving his mothers guiles 5 and guise appears A man at Armes when that proud 6 Telephus Deny'd a passage through his Realm to us His hand new practis'd in Kings blood he dy'd 7 The same knew how to wound and heal beside Then 8 Thebes fell 9 Eetian vanquish'd saw His Kingdome tane 10 Lyrnessus the same way With a small force as from a Rock was cast 11 Eriseis too both Land and shee at last Was ta'en And 12 Chrysa cause of strife to us Cast down and the most famous 13 Tenedos In whose fat soyl the 14 Thracian flocks were fed And sacred 15 Cilla too subdue he did But what 16 Caycus streams can witnesse these Such mighty dread and so great miseries Of Nations so many dismantled townes As by a suddain whirl-winde chiefest Crownes And glory would have been to others this Unto Achilles but his entrance is Thus comes my Father and such Wars he bears Whilst he the way but unto War prepares Should I in silence other merits smother Had not one Hector been enough my Father Troy overcame ye pull'd it down To tell His great and noble acts it likes me well Hector lay slain before his Fathers eyes Fore's Unkle's 17 Memnon whose sad Mother dyes The mournfull day with a pale countenance The victor fear'd his own works precidence Achilles learn'd by this a Goddesses Son Might dye Your great fear ceas'd the 18 Amazon Being slain A maid unto Achilles thou If his deserts are justly weigh'd by you Dost owe although he should require that she A Grecian should or Mycene virgin be Art thou in doubt Can'st not allow this streight Thou who thine own to 19 Hellen immolate Didst canst thou fear that Pelius Son should have Priamus Daughter Accustom'd things I crave Agamemnon A youthfull vice 't is not to guide the rage Of passion This most in their youthfull age Possesse But thou thy Fathers also I Sometimes have meekly born the fierce and high Threats of surly 26 Aeacides Bear thou Meekly more things the more thou maist it do Why would'st thou stain the great Dukes noble Ghost With a dire slaughter It behoves us most To know what Victors ought to do and what The Conquer'd suffer can. A cruell state None long can hold Firm stands the moderate The more that power by Fortune's rais'd the more The fortunate ought for to bow and sore Afraid be of unconstant chance and fear The Gods when they so too much favouring are I by my Conquest learned have that brought Great things may in a moment be to nought Troy has too proud and cruell made us we Stand where it did may fall as well as she I grant sometime exalted and superb My selfe I bore too high This thing doth curb My lofty Spirit when Fortune's favour might Have rather been a cause for others height Thou mak'st me high and tumid Priamus King shall I ought but a vain glorious Title account But a false band esteem To bind our brows about the Diadem A sodain chance may ravish this without A thousand Ships or ten years time to do 't Bad fortune cometh not so slow to all I must confesse with your leave Greece the fall And ruine of Troy I would have helpt though I Desired much to have the victory But rage thirst of revenge Nights conquest let A Kings command Revenge did this commit And whatsomever cruelty hath pleas'd The Victor whose rage by the night increas'd The conq'ring Sword is mad once dy'd with blood Let what of ruin'd Troy is left abide Enough and more then enough we'ave punish'd I Cannot indure a Princely maid should dye A Sacrifice unto a Tombe or wet The Ashes with her blood nor that sell act Of Murther call a Marriage Mine be the blame Who lets not Sin and may commands the same Pyrrhus Shall then Achilles Ghost have no reward Agam Yes all his praise shall sing strange lands regard Shall his great Fame If blood then must be shed 21 To light his Grave cut off an Oxes head Spill blood for which no mothers weep may O! What custom 's this when man 's in shades below That t' him rites must be paid your sire refraine T'hare whom you 'd worship'd have with others pain Pyrrhus How lofty lifted up with secund State Thou art How fearfull when that dangers threat Tyrant again inflamed is thy breast With Sodain heat now of a new come lust 22 Will 't alwayes rob us of our spoyles This hand The victim shall unto Achilles send The which if thou deny'st a greater shall And sitter too then that of Pyrrhus fall My hands from regall blood suffer restraints Too long King Priam a companion wants Agam I don't deny but 't is thy chiefest fame I' th Warrs that Priam by thy Sword lies slain Once suppliant to thy Si•e Pyrrhus Suppliant to him But I as enemies regarded them Priam himselfe petitioned which thou Quaking or fear wer'in bold enough to do But trembling hidden lay and to commend 23 Thy suit did'st Ajax and Ulysses send Agam I do confesse your fire then did not fear When whilst our Fleet burnt and Greeks slaughter'd were Forgetting Armes and Warre he sloathfull lay And did upon his pleasant Viol play Pyr. Great Hector then thy Arms contemn'd yet fear'd Achilles Song Thessalian Ships secur'd In all that dread lay quietly at rest Agam Forsooth your Ships nor Father in the least Had cause of fear from Hector freed Pyrrhus To grant Life to a King of a great King 's a point Agam Why then didst thou a King of Life bereave Pyrrhus
turn Now here now there her anxious steps she bears My words receiveth at her Careful Ears She fears more than she Mourns Here 's work for wit To Andromach again That parents ease to parents give 't is fit Thou may'st rejoyce that thou dost want thy Son Whom a most Cruel Death did waite upon For from the Tower that which remains alone Of Troy he should have been cast headlong downe Andromach My feeble limbs do shake my Spirit 's lost My blood grows stiffe bound with a frigid frost Aside Vlysses See how she trembles This is the way to do 't Fear has detected her Now I 'le renew't Aside To the Souldiers they seek about Go Go make hast bring forth where e're he 's hid The Greeks last plague hid by his mothers fraud 7 So so he 's Caught Go to Make hast He'r lead To Andromach Why look'st thou back and fear'st Thy Son is dead Andro. Would I might fear This is accustom'd fear What we learn long we cannot soon forbear Vlysses Since that the youth a purging Sacrum may Not be nor we our Prophet thus obey He being snatch'd by a more gentle Fate 8 Thus Calchas saith Our ships may remigrate If Seas to please we Hector's ashes spread About and 's Tomb with th' Earth be equal made Since he escap'd has the appointed fate Our hand this Sacred Seat must violate aside Andro. What shall I do my mind a double fear Distracts My Son the ashes of my dear Husband O Hector I to witness Call The Cruel Gods the True thy 9 Ghosts an all Nought but thy self in my Son pleaseth me May he live then for to be like to thee Shall 's ashes merged be his Tomb pull'd down Shall I let 's bones into the Sea be thrown First let * * Astyanax him die But Can'st thou see him sent To death hurl'd down from the high battlement I will I 'le suffer 't I will indure 't that the Dead by the victor's hand mayn't dammag'd be He may be sensible of pain at rest The Fates have placed him Why waverest Determine which thou'lt save Do'st doubt ingrate This is thy Hector Both are Hecters yet This is alive revenge perhaps he may His dead Father Both cann't be sav'd Delay Why dost save him the Greeks do fear Vlysses I will Distroy this Tomb and th' Oracle fulfill Andromach 10 That which ye sold Vlysses I will the Sepulchre Rase to the Ground Andromach The help of Gods deter Achilles Faith I Call O Pyrrhus thy Sire's gift desend Vlysses This Tomb shall by and by O're all the field be spread Andromach Such villanies The Greeks yet have not dar'd 11 of Deities Your friends you violated have the Fain Your Rage yet spar'd the Tombs I 'le you restrain My naked hands yours arm'd shall set upon Wrath Strength will Give As the fierce 12 Amazon Beat down the Grecian Troops As 13 Menas strook By Bacchick fury all the forrests shook With her Enthean rage and furnished With 14 Thyrsus mad ne'r felt the wounds she made So in the midst I 'le rush a Mate become To 's Ashes in defending of his tombe Ulysses Cease ye what doth a simple womans do to the soldiers And fury move Obey and quickly too Andr. O slay me first foil hell break Fates delay Hector remove the Earth So that you may Ulysses tame Thy Ghost can do 't See see He shakes the weapons Hurleth fires do yee See Hector or do onely I Ulysses Down down With 't to the Ground Andromach What do'st shall overthrown Aside Thy Son and Husband be together pray The Greeks perhaps you pacifie them may The massy ruines of the Tomb will strait Crush th' hidden wretch O rather let his Fate Be some where else lest that the Father kill The Son the Son the Father's ashes spill I suppliant at thy feet do fall although To Ulysses My hands did ne'r such humble postures know I lay them at thy Feet Ulysses hear My pious prayers gently patient bear Pity a Mother And the higher thou By th' Gods art rais'd unto the fallen shew Less rigor who the needy helps doth gain So may'st thou thy 15 chast wife's bed see again So may thy sight extend thy Fathers years Thy Son receive thee May thy voteful prayers In thy Son's virtues more then answer'd be His grand-sires age thy ingenuitie May he surpass The Mother pity save My onely Joy Ulysses Bring forth thy Son and Crave Act the III. Scene the III. Andromach Vlysses Astyanax MIserable wretch Come from thy Den Andromach calls Astyanax from the Tomb he comes out See here The Child Ulysses who your Ships doth fear Submit thy self fall prostrate on thy face At thy Lord's feet intreat Nor think that base Which fortune to the wretched hath assign'd Thy Kingly Grand-fathers put from thy mind And famous Priamus's mighty Power Hector forget and like a Captive bear Thy Self with bended knees If tho' art not sensible as yet of Death Yet imitate thy mothers Tears Troy hath Once seen the 1 tears of her young Princely heir The fierce 3 Alcides threats removed were By little Priamus That fierce one who 4 Did monsters by his mighty Strength subdue Who broke hell's gates returned thence yet he Was by the tears of 's little Enemie O'recome Take here said he the reins possesse Thy Father's seat and Throne more 2 faith express In ruling now His Captives not repent We should By Hercules learn to relent Must onely Hercules's 5 arrows please As good as Priamus here suppliant lies Before thy feet his life he begs as for The Realm he that to Fortune doth refer Ulys The Mourning of this ' frighted mother sore Aside Moves me but yet the Grecian dames move more To whom this Child great Sorrow once may yield Andromach Shall he this ruin'd City e're rebuild Shall these hands Troy erect No hopes Troy has If such as these we ruin'd are alass Not so that we to any fear may Cause Doth's Father Cause this rigor 6 True the place Hector himself after Troys downfall would Have left his Courage by such great Ills Cool'd If punishments you seek worse can you lack Than to the yoak to use his noble neck Sure he may serve who ' le this a King deny Ulysses 'T is Calchas this denies to you not I. Andromach Author of Fraudes worker of Cruelty None in the wars did by thy valour die By the Sly fraudes of thy infected minde 7 Greeks too have fallen Why dost thou pretend The Prophet and the Guiltless Gods when this Night Champion of thy own devising is Tho' art valiant to slay a Child 'T is now Alone by day thou any thing dar'st doe Ulysses Ulysses valour to the Greeks is known Enough too much to you I may n't in vain Words Spend the day Our Anchors way'd will be Andr. Grant some short stay whilst that I render the Last duties of a Parent to my Childe And have my griefs by my last Clippings fill'd
more skill than they Your fingers strike a far diviner strain And mens Hearts harder than the stones you gain Brute Beasts when Orpheus play'd stood still and gaz'd When you stiff-necked men are more amaz'd He could unreasonable beasts controule But you command a reasonable Soul For men more fierce than cruell Tigers lay Their necks down and like captives yok'd obey Who then to bondage powerfull'st captives drew Orpheus tam'd beasts a harder task Men you ANOTHER WHen last I heard your nimble fingers play Upon your Lute nothing so sweet as they Seem'd all my soul fled ravish'd to my ear That sweetly animating sound to hear My ravish'd Heart with play Kept equal time Fell down with you with you did Ela climbe Grew sad or lighter as the tunes you plai'd And with your Lute a perfect measure made If all so much as I your Musick Love The whole world would at your devotion move And at your speaking Lutes surpassing charmes Embrace a lasting peace and fling by Arms To CELIA on some verses sent her by another DEar Fair if that some ripet wit In rapt of some poetick fit To ease the fancy of his brain Writ of Love and Love shall fain Shall those lines acceptance have Not those indited by thy slave Whose troubled brains no muses move But the darling God of Love If my lines you ' Count a toy You know Cupid is a boy Yet his trifles often finde Fair acceptance from the kinde Such are they whose search doth sist The givers mind above the guift Let others write to shew their wit When I Love shall be Cause of it On Love LOve is a fire Love is a flame Which darting came Th'orow the azure skie And just like the rays in Sol's hottest days peirc'd me from on high My heart before so chill and cold 'gan to unfold It self in those fair beams But its mighty flame soon it overcame Martyr'd 'twixt extreams Lov 's masterlesse and cruell fire if it grow higher Will kill with martyrdoms As heat forceth heat to a gentle retreat Love Love overcomes Song ASke me not why I am so sad nor why I here The Nymps forbear Do with my Arms a Crosse walk in this grove Within the hollow concave of my troubl'd breast Which never rests Lies the true cause and my tormentor Love 'T is jealous fear causes my care And burthens thus my Love-sick Heart I fear that she my deitie Delights to see my smart For still she frowns and Knitts her brows And doth abhorr my Company Whilst Lycon Courts her with her sports I dare not do 't though by O cruell fair why dost thou thus delight to kill Thy slave who will Whilst he has life adore thee and will be Courted by none for to neglect his duty though you are his foe And with tormenting pains would murther me And since that you forbid me sue Or ask for mercy I will ne'r With my complaints and sad laments In vain disturb your ear No death will doe as much as Love hath don VVith 's dart he 'l peirce me through Death will be found to Cure that wound VVhich Coelia would not doe DAMON to a foul Maid that courted him WHat mean'st thou Bacca Can my senses feast Upon the members of a parboyl'd Beast What boarish appetite thinkst thou I have That thou shouldst court me who 'd first wed a grave And death hug in my Arms then such a hag Whose hide pouch'd like a shrivl'd pudding-bag Reaks like another Aetna thy sous'd face And hawkie nose has not so good a grace As Madam monkies few Hairs on thy scalpe Thy mouth is Taenarus thy Teeth an alpe But that no snow but soot lyes always there In other parts like a deformed Bear Not yet lick'd into fashion Think'st thou Man Not turned Beast forsake his reason can To fall int' such a sink Thou stinking Trull Thou must like Pasiphae lie with a Bull Or couple with a boare thy next of kin For never hope you Man can tempt to sin For he that do'st it were I to judge his pain Should be and 't is enough to do 't again To LYDIA being retired privately into the Country NOw to the secret Groves is Lydia gone Stoll'n from us all meaning to live alone Among the silent woods where she may be From busie servants entertainments free And hear the pleasant songsters of the Groves With whistling layes resound their growing Loves With uncontrouling freedom view the trammells Of Flora which the fragrant meads inammels With pleasure walke and see the crystall brooks Catching the sportive fish with silver hooks Conversing with the flowry Napaeae Making diversity of flow'rs agree Bound up together 'mong the shady trees Daunce in a Circle with the Dryades Feeding on cleanly though but homely food Esteem'd the only Goddess of the wood O how I fear those rural pleasures may Entice her there to make a tedious stay But J with vows will Frosty Hyems move To hast the ruines of the leavy grove Pray cold mout'h Boreas kiss her tender cheek To make her shelter in the town to seek VVhere conversation and warm fires do bring Though frost without doors lies within a spring Poema Valedictorium Perdilecto intimoque Suo amico transfr 〈…〉 tura ALas what fate or rather providence Is this dear C unthought of rapt's thee hence What makes thee leave this Isle and seas pass o're To seek the blessings of a forrain shore Cann't ours content thee yea but thy free hand Transports the panneous blessings of our land And for exchange bring's back what ours hath none Of by exoticks to inrich our own Since then it is for publique good and thine That thou leav'st us it must needs be for mine I 'le not complain since truly one friend shou'd Suffer disasters for another's good And this is one and that of no mean weight That thee and I dear C must separate Vota Auspicata Farewell farewell may fruitefull Neptune please To sound retreat unto the surging seas By Triton's voyce may his resounding shell The threatning rage of all the billows quell May great Oceanus and Tridentifer Lest in th' envious liquid pathes you erre Be your conductors Let the Sea-Gods place Themselves about your ship for greater grace May Amphetrite and the Neriedes With all the Gods and graces of the seas Assembling sing Io-paeans to thy Honour And may the sea for joy thou rid'st upon her Express't with gentle leapings May the twinns Be never seen apart The God of winds Great Aeolus may he reflateing gales Enchaine within th' Hyperborean vales And let none 'Scape but Aura's from his hand To drive you forward to your wish'd-for land May glorious Titan pleasant make the dayes And gild the Sea with his projected rayes Serener nights attend you may the bright Phaebe at full give you her borrow'd light May Mercurie th' Negotiators God Attend you too with his Cyllenian rod And cause your gains ariseing from the fleece Of English Sheep Surmount that
brought to Greece By Jason's hand May these on you therefore Attend and bring you safe to this blest shore Vero Panomphaeo Thou thou true Neptune who the seas command'st Without a Trident still the billows can'st And with one single word make all obay Whether in Heav'n in Earth Hell Land or Sea Take thou my C under thy safe protection Guide him and favour ' im with thy sure direction And he 'le not fear the threat'ning of the waves Anchoring his hope upon a God that saves Be thou propitious to my prayers and then I shall be sure to see him once agen Coronis Fare well dear C I wish you well adiew My tears stop words once more farewell to you Sospitet Te Deus Opt. max. Epigram Stay Triton hold your breath and o're the main Conduct my C reduce him safe again To Albion's shore then sound your shell brave boy And make the waves leap to the skies for joy THE DEPART ADieu sweet Chloris for the Fates deny Me longer life and longer liberty I 'ave lost the one in gazing on that face Which justly may ot'h Daphian Queen take place To thee my liberty 's resign'd the grave Tomb shall bespeak me Chloris constant slave How can I longer think to live when I Ravish'd from the clear Sun-shine of thine eye Feel chilling colds and winter frosts begirt Continually with fatal blasts my heart No'tis those beams which thy bright eyes display That must dispell and chace these snows away That killing absence brings nought butthy breath May now redeem me from the dart of Death But there 's no hopes no other hopes but I Banish't your presence must resolve to dye Cloris adeiu for ever now adeiu For dye I must be'ng forc'd to part with you TYSTIRUS complaining BReak sadded heart burst thou with griefs complaint Let thy laments The hardest marble unto tears provoke Make flints to weep Increase the deep With drops expressed from that cruell stroke Wounded I lye and suffer from that hand That gave the wound Unto my bleeding Soul And from those eyes Light'nings proced Which strike me dead Nor w'thout she raise me can I ever rise Torment of cruell silence breeds this woe I undergoe My tongue is setter'd and I dare not speak Although my heart Feels deadly smart And swell'd with sorrow at the last must break But here 's a joy which feeds my sadded mind None hath divin'd The cause of my sadnesse and distress First shall my Love My murther prove Before to wrong her I my Love confess Damon on Amarillis dancing in a Ring SEE my fortune See my fortune How she flyes me And denys me Wo alas wo alas too soon Still I follow still I follow But she flyes me And denys me And cannot be wonn Cruel sport In this sort With woes to fill me Which will kill me Ah! from this pain release me For whilst she flys my eyes They discover I 'm a lover And that it is her self must ease me Round we go round we goe But she flys me And denys me Stil I follow wrapt in woe She moves swiftly and yet sweetly Don't forsake me I 'le o're take thee If thou wilt pity bestow Cruel sport in this sort To increase my fires And desires And to exhibit my despaire She Shifts her place apace I after move Be'ing urg'd by Love But in vain still my endeavours are Acrostick FEar-killing Faith Bold-zeal declares thy name Art pick't it out but nature lai'd the frame If ever name and nature did agree 'T is thine which are in perfect Harmonie Heav'n-blessed Faith which shakes th' Aethereal towers Cold-burning zeal 'gainst Heav'n-opposeing powers Offer themselves to view Thy virgin breast Loves Heav'n alone doth sordid Loves detest Death cannot shake thy Faith nor ever may Zeal like to thine a purer breast display Eternal flames of Heav'n-refined zeal And 〈…〉 oreing Faith thou in thy breast do'st feel Live ever happy Faith and zeal with thee E're stay t' effect this thy name's Prophesie Acrostick AGe bles't I hope thou art May many years Run their swift courses and the rouling spheres Tire in their motions May the circl'ing Sun About this round globe th'row the zodiack run Giving a hund'red springs and Autumns e're Earth or the Silent grave entomb thee there Bles't be thou here with Age with vertues more Let graces with thy years encrease thy store E're multiply So as thou hast begun Shine thou in vertue till thy race be run Death fear to touch this blooming blossom Now In Aprill stay untill December bow Her head with age and mak 't the earth to kiss Ope then thy fatal arms beat her to bliss Pluck her from hence 'fore Age doth call thee to her E're curs'd be for thou pulls the worlds cheif flower The Recovery HAil gentle virgin now my joys renew Their plumes for they were Sick as well as you And had you dy'd they had been buried too How'oft betwixt my hope and fear I dy'd Each symptom that my watchfull eyes espied My heart with thousand Torments crucify'd When scarlet seas did double dye thy face Mine pal'd to see how strong thy feaver was How great a Tyrant to usurp that place When thou grewst pale I even sunk for fear Lest Death's cold ashes had been strowed there Or that that Tyrant came to dominere When thou did'st sound my heart was made a prize To pallid fear nor could it ever rise Till hope to raise it sprouted from thine eyes My heart yet trembles now I think upon 't The thoughts oft with pale sadness paint my front Thou liv'st such mercies e're forget I wo'nt My Muse did languish by a Sympathy As if her life depended had on thee It seems thine was her numbers Treasurie Distress'd she sat in Mourning Liveries Whilst the clear Fountaines of her crystal eyes Wept in soft Tears most dolefull Elegies As thy cheeks Hyacinths o'recome their snows As vanquish'd are their Lillies by the Rose So on my muse new heat and vigor grows This Day mythought thy starry orbs were prest With wonted lustre and new beauties drest Thy Face which gave flames to my Muses breast Inspired thus she now begins to sing New ardors now her spritely Numbers wing And as thy health doth so her raptures spring Both consecrated are my Muse and I To sing the bliss of thy recovery And chaunt Io Paeans untill we dye May Heav'n as he has rais'd thee from the Dead Whose Name be blest his mighty bucklar spread From Death's fell arrows to defend thy Head Daine but to cherish with a gentle glance Of Favour shot from thy bright countenance These lines and it my Numbers will advance Such mercies cannot but my spirits raise In highest Notes to chaunt my sprightly lays And for thy Health to Heav'n sing songs of prayse Innocentia Politia Veritas Panurgia WHen that Astrea took her flight from hence To find in Heav'n a better residence Dame Innocentia wanting her protection Was scorn'd of all