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A11417	The historie of Iudith in forme of a poeme. Penned in French, by the noble poet, G. Salust. Lord of Bartas. Englished by Tho. Hudson.; Histoire de Judit. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Hudson, Thomas, 16th/17th cent.	1584 (1584)	STC 21671; ESTC S110849	55,564	124

to heauen it went He that the nomber of the leaues could cast that in Nouember fals by winter blast He that could tell the drops of raine or slete that Hyad Orion or Pleiades wete sheds on the ground that man might only tell W … head● what teares from Iudiths eyes incessant fell VVhat treasur-and golde what he left her tho In place of pleasure caused all her woe The sight of them made her in hart recorde their olde possessor and her louing Lord. Though she had had asmuch of gold and good As Lydia land or Tagus golden flood yet losing him of treasure she was bare For whome all other treasures caus de her care Yet in this state she stoutly did sustaine Like patient Iob contempning all her paine Three times the sunne returned had his prime ' Si●ce this befell and yet the slyding tyme ' That wonted is to weare all woes awaye Could neuer for his death her dolour staye But alwayes in some black attyre she went Right modestly liu'd on litle rent Deuout she was most tymes sole and sad with dole in hart mourning vesture clad Outshedding teares as doth the turtle doue on withred stalke that waills her absent loue And widow like all pleasure doth forsake And neuer intends to take a secound make Thus Iudith chast within her house abode And seldome was she sene to come abrode Vnlesse it weare to see some wofull wife whose childe or husband was bereft of life Or for to visit some in sicknesse rage their longsome paine and dollours to asswage Or for to go to Church as God allowes to pray and offer to performe her vowes Thus haue I shortly told you brother deare the state of her on whome our citie heare haue fixed all their eyes but I can nought tell wher she goes much les what 's in her thought But if we may of passed things collect the things to come then may we well aspect Great good of her for that euen in her face Is signe of ioy and great presage of grace Or some good hap With this and other talke they cut the night as they together walke This while the worthie widow with her mayd Past towards th'enmies camp not vnafrayde For ere she had two hundreth paces past The Syrian Soldiers in her way were cast VVho spack her thus O faire excellent wight whence what art thou what doest thou here this night In Syrian camp I am quod she a gaine An Izralite whome dollours doth constraine To flee this towne and for my lifes relief submits me to the mercie of your chiefe They tooke her to the Duke but who hath sene the throngs of folke where proclamations bene In sōe great woen or where some mōstrous beast Is brought wondred at by most least that mā might Iudge what flocks of soldiers came From euerie part to see that Hebrew Dame To see that faire so chast so amiable the more they gasde she seemd more admirable Her wavring haire disparpling flew apart In seemely shed the rest with reckles art with many-a curling ring decord her face and gaue her lashie browes a greater grace Tow bending bowes of Heben coupled right two lucent starres that were of heavnly light two geaty sparks where Cupid chastly hydes His subtill shafts that from his quiuer glydes Tweene these two sunnes and front of equall sise A comely figure formally did ryse VVith draught vnleuell to her lip descend where Momus self could nothing discomend Her pitted cheekes aperde to be depaint with mixed rose lillies sweete and saint Her dulcet mouth with precious breath repleate Excelde the Saben Queene in sauour sweete Her Corall lips discovred as it were two ranks of Orient pearle with smyling chere Her yvrie neck and brest of Alabastre Made Heathen men of her more Idolastre Vpon her hand no wrinkled knot was seene But as each nail of mother of pearle had beene In short this Iudith was so passing faire that if the learned zeuxis had bene th aire And seene this Dame when he with pensile drew the Croton Dames to forme the picture trew Of her for whome both Grece and Asia fought this onely patron chief be would haue sought Hesen No sooner Iudith entred his Pauillion But in her face arose the red vermillion with shamefast feare but then with lāguage sweet The courteous Genrall mildly gan her greet My loue I am I am not yet so fell As fals reporte doth to you Hebrews tell They are my sonnes I wil be their father that honours me and them I loue the rather that worships for their God th' Assyrian King They shal be well assurde to want nothing And this shall Izak know if they will render Vnto that bonte ous king as their defender For thy my loue tell me withouten feare the happie motyf of thy comming heare O Prince quoth she with an assured face Most strong and wise most in heauens grace that drawes the sword with steele vpon his brest with helme on head and Iaunce in yron rest Since that my feeble Sex and tender youth Cannot longtime endure the cruell drouth the wakrife trauels frayes and haszards great That day and night our Burgesses doth threat Yet neuerthelesse this is not whole the cause that from my Citties body me withdrawes to this your Camp but that most grudging griefe Which burnes my zealous hart without reliefe Is this my Lord I haue a holy feare to eate those meates that God bids vs forbeares But Sir I see that our besieged towne Is so beset with mischiefe vp and downe The people wil be forst to eate in th' end the meats that God expresly doth defend Then will the lord with iust reuēge him wreak Vpon all those that do his statutes break Withouten fight their Citties he will sack And make one man of thine ten thousand wrack that flyes his furie and thy furious face Nowe I of Bethull am and in this place Beseech thy noble grace if so thee please with courteous ayde to giue my dolours ease ' Of common sence he is depriued cleene ' that falls with closed eye on danger seene ' And he that may both paine and hurt eschewe ' Is vaine if he his proper death pursewe Then in this quiet dale if I may byde in secret for to pray ech evning tyde to God I shall as he doth me enspyre Assure you when enkendled is his yre Against our folke Then shall I take on hand to leade thine Armie through all Iurie land And streaming standarts set on Syon hill where none with weapons dare resist thy will No not a verie dog in euening dark At noyse of harnes shall against thee bark Thy onely name shall fray the Armies bold Before thy face the mountaine tops shall fold R The floods shall drye from their running stay To make thine Hoste a new vncouth way O Iewell of the world quoth he ô Dame For gratious spech and beutie worthie fame Now

welcōe here would God it might you please Longtime with vs to dwell in rest and case For if your faith and trouth concurrant be to this your talke which greatly pleaseth me I will from this time forth with you accord to serue your onely Hebrewes God Lord And will my seruice whole to you enrowle Not of my Scepter onely but my soule I will your name and honour ay defend From Hebrew bounds vnto the world his end This sayd with silence as the moone arose The widow her withdrew and forth she goes Vnto a valley close on euerie part where as she washt her corse clenst her harte And with her weeping eyes the place beraid And to the God of Izak thus she praide O Lord withdraw not now thy helping hand from those that at thy mercie onely stand O Lord defend them that desires to spend their goods and blood thy cause for to defend O Lord grant that the cryes of Children may with plaints of oldmen weeping night and day And virgins voyces sad in shroude of shame And laudes of Leuits sounding forth thy fame Mount to thy throne and with dissundring breake thy heauie sleepe VVherefore doest thou awreake thy self on Hermon with thy burning blast or why doest thou on carefull Carmell cast Thy dreadfull darts forgetting all this space these Giants that thy Scepter would displace Ah wretch what say I lord apardon me thy burning zeale and none hypocrisie that frets my heauie hart at euerie howre Compels my toung this language out to powre O thou the euerliuing God and Guide of all our race I know thou wilt prouide For our reliefe against this furious boste And iustly kill the Captaine of this hoste I know that thou wilt help my onely hand to be the wrak of all this heathen band FINIS THE SOMMARIE OF THE V. BOOK ¶ Holophernes being surprised with the sweete language and excellent beutie of the chaste Iudith becommeth altogether negligent of his charge gouernement Wherein is represented the vnhabilitie of the reprobate who can not withstand such temptations as the lord sendeth vpon them But as they become slaues to their owne affections so by the same they are enforced to fall into perdition In place of some faithfull seruant to warne him of his vyces Holophernes conferreth with Bagos an Eunuch who feedeth him in his humour and bringeth Iudith to his Tent. And here the Poet reprooues all flatterers bawdes with the vyces of all Courts in Generall Iudith seing her chastitie in perill and the time vnmeete to execute her enterprise Subtily drawes the Tyrant to talke of other affaires He thinking to insinuate himself the more into her fauour taketh pleasure to crack of his conquests and of his speciall worthinesse discoursing so long till suppertyme aproached and she auoided the inconuenience And here is to be noted that whilest the tyrants boste of their cruellie against the Church God prouideth for his owne and preserueth them for that worke that he hath ordeined by them to be done THE FIFTH BOOKE OF IVDITH IN stead of mary-in bone and blood in vaines Great Holopherne doth feed his cruell paines He bootlesse flees and feeles but he ne knowes the quenched fire that of his ashes growes For so the charming Image of this Dame the onely mark wherat his soule did ame Tran sported him in passions of dispare that of his mightie camp he quits the care And goes no more his matters to dispatch Nor vewes his corpsgard nor relieues his watch Nor counsell calls nor sent to spye the coste Nor vewes the quarters of his spacious hoste But as the sheep that haue no hirde nor guide But wandring strayes along the riuers side Throu burbling brookes or throu the forests grene Throw medows closures or throu shadows shene Right so the Heathen hoste without all bridle Runns insolent to vicious actions ydle where none obeyes ech one commanding speaks Eche one at pleasure from his bāner breaks What do you Hebrews now within your wall Now time to fight or neuer time at all To pay these Pagans whose confused corse Combats against themselfs with deadly forse Nay stay a while of such a great victorie Your onely God will haue the onely glorie Before this tyrant was with loue yblent To winne the towne he plyde his whole entent But now both night day his mynd doth frame to conquer this most chast vnconquest Dame So lust him led th' vndaunted Theban knight with weightie mace had neuer him affright But now a womans looke his hart enfeares And in his brest the curelesse wound he beares Ambition erst so had him ouercumme that made him dayly ryse by sound of drumme Now Cupid him awaks with whote allarmes That his witholds to do the Hebrewes harmes Before he rulde aboue both prince and king now can he not himself in order bring Alas quod he what life is this I haue Becomming captiue to my captiue slaue Complaint vnhappie chance what life is this I say My vertue gone my forces falls away Nay sure no life it is more paine I feele The Ixion torne vpon th' Eternall wheele Pronit there My life is like the theefes that stoale the fire On whose mor tall hart doth alwayes tire A rauenous fowle that gnaues him to the bone Reuiuing still bound to the Scythian stone what serues it me t' haue won wher I haue haūted what serues my victor arme for to haue daunted The people situate tweene Hydaspe large And port wher Cydnus doth in sea discharge Since I am vanquisht by the feeble sight Of captiue Iudith what auaills my might My targe of steele my Burguinet of Brasse My guard of warriours stout where so I passe Since her sweete eye hath sent the pointed dart Throgh men weapōs pearcing throu my hart Whatserues my coursers who with swiftnes light Exceeds the swallow swiftest bird of flight since I on him cannot auoide one ynch the care that night and day my hart doth pinch Then chāge ô Hebrews chāge your tears in song And triumphe ore-my hoste and army strong I am no more that Duke whose name allone hath made great wariours quake both lim bone But I am he whose hart was sometime braue Now lesse then nought the slaue but of a slaue I come not here your Izak to annoy with fire and sword your houses to distroy But to require your Iudith her to render More milde to me What is my wit so slender berapt with loue haue I not here my ioye that onely may relieue me from annoye yet neuerthelesse I clieue the aire in vaine with plaints and makes myne eyes but fountaines twaine I wretch am like the wretched man indeed Tantalus the more he hath the greater is his need Although he deeply plonge in water cleare To quenche his thrist yet is he not the neare for so do I respect the heavnly grace that largely is bestowde vpon hir face that with mine eyes I dare not