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A51928	The slaughter of the innocents by Herod written in Italian by the famous poet, the cavalier Marino, in four books ; newly Englished.; Strage degli innocenti. English	Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625.; T. R.	1675 (1675)	Wing M602; ESTC R12633	56,765	138

But he that for anothers bloud doth thirst As cruel by the King of Heaven is curs'd XXV And if in vilest souls of lowest fame That in the oblique path of sense do tread This raging fury is esteem'd a shame When beyond rule with it the spirits are fed Oh how much more from souls of highest name From Princes hearts should this be banished Oh how much more should they their wills restrain And from this cruel precipice refrain XXVI For as the Region of Heav'n above Is always in it self serene and pure Where nor dark clouds nor earthy vapours move To hide its Brightness or its Light obscure Or as Olympus doth his height improve Above all showers or Thunder to endure So in a Noble Brest and Royal mind We seldom storms or noise of Fury find XXVII Laws were at first for terrour rather made Then always to be rigorus and severe Their execution should be gently lay'd If the offence an easy hand will bear 'T is fit strong whips correct and guide the Jade Yet then still feel them let him rather fear Jove when he thunders with the dreadful noise Doth many terrifie but few destroys XXVIII Forbid it Heaven that I my Prince perswade Unto so Brutish so accurs'd a Deed That my dear Country should be desart made That Ruine should so great esteem succeed Or that so brave a City waste be laid And by a Civil Sword to death should bleed Poor the Command and vile the Scepter when The King a Kingdom wants the Captain men XXIX 'T is clearly open what you have in view But what you fear is doubtfully obscure After so long experience will you For future profit present loss endure And through vain fear of Ills that may ensue A certain mischief to your self procure A mischief that perhaps brings with it more And greater ruines than you fear'd before XXX Do you suspect a War and yet intend So many of your Youth should murther'd be Who knows but 'mong the new-born y 'ave a Friend Of greater value than your Enemy Tell me for Gods-sake then who shall defend Your Crown or arm for your security If an whole Army in its growth and spring You shall unseasonably to slaughter bring XXXI What then will Fame Report Alas that Fame Whcih Truth and Falshood does alike declare She 'l say that Thirst of Bloud did you enflame To fain them Rebels who most faithful were A People who adores and loves your Name Who far remote from your Paternal Air Amidst the Tumults that your Throne invade A constant Faith and true Obedience paid XXXII Nor would I credit Sir your Brother's shade That some nights since seem'd to appear to you I rather think you then the sport were made Of vainest Fancies and of Dreams untrue Or that the Prince of Darkness did invade Your thoughts and them to those Illusions drew For as I 've read Heaven 's King doth never chuse Fantosms for Messengers but Angels use XXXIII And then that King whom you so apprehend Must not expect his kingdom here below Him spir'tual and holy things attend In his all Grace with Love and sweetness flow Immortal wealth doth from his Lap descend Although he be a King most poor in shew Then let your fears that he brings Tumults cease Since He to Earth descends to give it Peace XXXIV He most Pacifick Mild and void of Harm Will all Coelestial Thunder lay aside And should he strengthen his most pow'rful Arm Against Thee how couldst Thou his Wrath abide Oh! how can You your self from the alarm Of shining Troops of winged Armies hide Who can conceal himself Or whither flee From Him who all Things moves and All doth see XXXV Whether this old Prognostick of your Crown Be false or true does not as yet appear ●f vain why is your Peoples Peace o'r thrown Why should you raise their Scorn or Hatred here 〈◊〉 wish for my part that it false were known But subtile wits are busie every where Such lewd Reports with Art abroad to fling To provoke God and Man against the King XXXVI If in the Stars it be engrave'd and writ If Heav'n decrees that this great Babe be born Why should you Fate oppose What can the wit Of man avail Why should your Subjects mourn Publish in vain your Edict and with it Your Threats and Fury to the Peoples scorn Yet maugre all He 'll live and grow his Birth Heav'n will protect and hide him here on Earth XXXVII ●ly Sir that Infamous and Foolish Name Of a King cruel and with Clemency Suppress that furious and swelling Flame Let your wise brest with prudence temper'd be Suspend your Anger be still kind and calm Let Justice from all violence be free Search out the Guilty and on him let all The punishments that now are threaten'd fall XXXVIII Farther would this grave Counsellor enforce His fluent speech with reasons grave and wise But that he saw the King at his discourse Offended did his Eloquence despise Tossing his head than a chaf'd Tiger worse Or wounded Bear he turn'd his envious eyes He saw him in his forehead and his brow Resolv'd no such good counsel to allow XXXIX Burucco was a Lord of haughty mind Bred up in Court and hoarse with murmuring A false and envious Knave Always inclin'd To mischief ' gainst the Kingdom and the King Hot-headed and with sudden Fury blind Affecting bloud and all to ruine t' bring A stranger to all Pity no regard Of Nature could his cruelty retard XL. Bald-headed he his Chin shav'd close had still A vigorous Body and an active Mind But mong his few black hairs against his will Through cozning time the scatter'd silver shin d. This Flatterer intent to pick some ill From this grave Speech a constant ear inclin'd And fixing on the King a steady look Stood up and kneel'd then sate again and spoke XLI Sir you have labour'd much and toyl'd in Wars And as your valiant and victorious hand Hath many deadly wounds and bloudy scars Printed on Foes that did your Pow'r withstand ●o many Mouths to praise and strongest bars To lasting Glory and to high Command Y 'ave open'd wide and 't may be said your cares Have overcome your enemies and years XLII Hence we may credit with this Lord 's good leave That with good Reason you have ground to fear Envy in other shapes doth oft deceive And now perhaps doth some great thing prepare And plots how she of life may you bereave Or make your People Arms against you bear For upon Kings it is decreed by Fate That Envy and Ambitious Greatness wait XLIII You govern Sir a People wild and rude Affecting Troubles ready to rebel An heady and inconstant Multitude Prompt to affront and your Commands repel A wise and prudent Prince will soon conclude To curb their Folly and their Fury quell Their Mischiefs to repair with punishment And providently future Ills prevent XLIV A little spark may soon extinguish'd be Before 't

seven hundred thousand Volumes and whence Learning was diffused into all Greece by several famous Philosophers as Plato c. Stanza CXLI Thebes situate on the Arabian shore of the Nile was once the Metropolis of all Egypt renowned for its hundred Gates Its last eminent ruine in the time of the Roman Power was some few years after the Battle of Actium Hermopolis of which name were two Cities Major und Minor this here mentioned is the Major where all the Toll was taken for Commodities brought down from Thebes Memphis was built upon the Western banks of Nile not far from the extreme part of the Delta where the River first divides it self very rich in Antiquities and stately buildings whereof three Temples of Venus Apis and Serapis beset with Sphynxes were very famous Stanza CXLIV After the death of Alexander Ptolomy the Son of Lagus seized on this Province as his Part of that Empire and made himself King of Egypt and his Race continued two hundred and four years by the Succession of ten Kings all of the same name and ended in Cleopatra's Brother The End of the Second Book THE SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS BOOK III. The Execution I. OH that my Tongue or stile as sharpe might prove And strike as deep as did the killing Sword That with a thousand Wounds I so might move All gen'rous Hearts in pity to accord Or since to shew such horrours is above My vile and obscure Pen Arpin afford Thine aid thy Pensil it will best become To paint the story of this Martyrdom II. Thy skilful hand which Life and sense can give To shadows and thy paintings animate Can make the Murder'd Companies to live Again feel wounds deplore anew their Fate The Tyrant and the Murderers revive And them again to slaughter irritate That these my Lines may imitate thine Art Thy lively Colours to my Inke impart III. The Morning rose resolving to bewaile The Sons of Israel with doleful tears The Scarlet colour of the Rose grew pale And Bloud the Violet and Lilly wears Day hid it self under Nights horrid veile Circled with Ominous Lamps that scatter'd fears The Sun a sad and dismal Face put on From his first Rising till his Course was done IV. Fly Mothers fly and your sweet Pledgesbear In your soft Arms to safer shelter fly See how a thousand Murtherers to their And your destruction arm'd streight hither hy See! their drawn Swords See how they cut the Air I hear most dreadful plaints I hear their cry Oh fly I now your chearful looks discern Into dire horrours and sad mourning turn V. In midst of Bethlem was a stately Frame Rais'd on an hundred Columns large and high Built like a Spherick Temple and of name For Rooms within of vast capacity The Cananean Kings 't is said by Fame Made it of old their Court and there did lie The work of that great King who this the Queen Of Cities made and chief of Palestine VI. The cruel Tyrant in the open air Would not survey the bloudy Tragedy But to a fitter Theatre repair And so ascends a stately Gallery At full view in an high Balcone there The dreadful Execution he could see And all their several Forms of Death a bold Spectator and Delighted Judge behold VII He thought perhaps that so conceal'd he might Hide from the eye of Heav'n his black Design But all he did was open to your sight Ye Angels Troops of Pity most Divine You saw their bleeding wounds in dismal plight And with your hands to wipe them did incline That so you might from what they cruel shed Enrich your whitest Robes with purest Red. VIII Thither so soon as Day began to rise The Cited came and as enclos'd within A Camp unnumbred several Companies Of Matrons and of Mothers there were seen No sooner entred but before their eyes Appear'd a strange Parade of Arms and Men. With doubts and wonder they suspended were A while but soon surpriz d with sudden fear IX Hither th' obedient Bands of Mothers brought Their Sons in Troops and numbers infinite Scarce any one of which was ever taught To speak or go their Parents to delight These understood no Form t' express a Thought Whether they cry'd or spoke few judg'd aright And those as they with doubtful steps came on Ready to fall and staggering they bemoan X. Now when with Murderers on every side Enclos'd themselves th' unhappy Mothers found Deluded in their thoughts they dumb abide And pale like Flow'rs new trampled on the ground When them thus languishing the children spi'd Frighted and trembling shreeks and cries abound This to the Bosome flies that to the Teat Those under veils and garments seek retreat XI Mean while sate Herod on his lofty Throne His head with Gems enrich'd and 's back and breast With these a shining Cuirass he put on And over all a Royal Purple Vest But most pleas'd with the Childrens doleful moan That horrour suited with his Fancy best He in the Sword and bloud delighted more Than in the Gold and Purple that he wore XII As when a Bird of Prey that watching sits On some high Tree a Flock of Pigeons spies He fits his Arms his Bill and Pounces whets Still keeping them in view with greedy eyes So his stern look he turns with fatal threats On the pale Mothers and the Infants cries Then to his Officer from his high stand To sound the Trumpet nods his last command XIII He from his back in hand his Trumpet takes Puts to his lips and e're he did begin Of all his Spirits strong collection makes And to his Jaws and Mouth sends from within His cheeks now rise now fall the blast streight breaks Into the air as it had thunder been The mighty noise strikes through the marble skies And busie Eccho to each note replies XIV The Signal thus dispers'd of what they fear'd A thousand hands a thousand Arms extend Over a thousand heads the Swords appear'd And streams of bloud from thousand wounds descend The Womens shreeks through all the Court are heard And th' air the doleful cries of Infants rend Dire Fury here there Death offends the eye The Murderers rage the Murder'd groan and die XV. How many there expir'd their last of breath Who their first Breathings newly had begun How many were surpriz'd by sudden death Who what it was to live had hardly known How many first beheld the shades beneath E're the worlds pleasing Light had on them shone And from how many the Impartial knife Cut off soon as begun the Thread of Life XVI Sad to behold how through the bloudy Court The frighted Mothers with their Children fly The ample Cupulos where they resort Tremble with the dire horrours of their cry Statues and Pillars if Fame truth report Continued streams of bloud so mollifie That they were seen to weep and trembling show Their Pity at the sound of every blow XVII And 't was a Miracle if Fame say true That many quite of sense