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A04139
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Hiren: or The faire Greeke: By William Barksted, one of the seruants of his Maiesties reuels
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Barksted, William, fl. 1611.
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1611
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STC 1428; ESTC S117275
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Sir here are your foes The sound amaz'd him like a thunder-clap Although you sleep awak't are all our woes The franticke Emperour vpon him stares Relate in briefe the worst of our mishap Man cannot wrong vs when a God not dares 92 This danger Mehomet attends thy reigne The Gods are angry with thy lustfull ease Thy priuate pleasure is the Empires paine To please your selfe you all the world displease The Sophy German and the King of Spaine Begirt they safety with the ribbes of death Then worthy Prince your wonted valour cease And take my counsel though it cost my breath 93 You are but the shadow of an Emperour Not really effecting what you are A slothfull Epicure a puling louer That now en'e trembles at the name of warre Obliuion all thy former acts do couer Most willing to remoue you I will dye The sunne of honour now is scarce a starre Vertue at first was sire to Maiesty 94 The Emperour vpon his subiect stares As if a Gorgons head he there had seene How comes it vassall that thy proud tōgue dares Speake to remoue mee frō this heauenly queene The gods wold liue on earth to haue their shares In my Hirena Sirra you want nurture Thy life I will not touch now in my spleene But in cold bloud it shall depart with torture 95 I feare not death repli'd bold Mustapha At your command I 'le clime a steepy rocke Then headlong tumble downe into the sea Or willingly submit me to the blocke Disrobe my nature and my body flea Yet in that tyranny I 'le speake my minde And boldly like a Souldier stand deaths shocke Concluding lust can strike the Eagle blinde 96 His haughty words amaz'd this king of loue Thou wert not wont to speake thus without duty Can her embraces so my soule remoue And must he be a coward dotes on beauty Such rarity of pleasure I do proue In her enioying that my soule is fed With that variety to speake her truly Each night she giues me a new maiden-head 97 Yet shall my subiects know my power in this That I can rule mine owne affection I pardon freely what thou speak'st amisse Knowing it sprung from loue and thy subiection Your eies shall see me rob the earth of blisse A sight too sad all heauen strike men with terror And in that act cast such reflexion That kings shall see thēselues in me their mirror 98 Go tell my Bashaes and the noble bloud I do inuite them to a royall dinner And there I 'le shew them loue can be withstood Yet he that wrongs my Greeke is such a sinner He cannot cleanse himselfe washt in loues flood Fortune this fate vpon my loue hath hurld The Monarkes of the earth in hope to win her Against her beauty would stake all the world 99 Leaue vs and be thou comforted my faire I will aduance thee bou'e the stile of woman Let not my words bring thee vnto dispaire Thou shalt imbrace the Gods for her 's no man Worthy to taste thy sweetes they are so rare Drawn by the Phoenix thou through heauen shalt ride And Saturn woūded by loues litle bowman Shall get his sonne to haue thee stellifide 100 Go decke thy beauty with heauens ornament Shine Cinthia like with iewels in the night As she with starres stucke in heauens firmament But thine the greater will deface her light Making her yeeld to thee her gouernment On Saturnes top thy face shall gaine opinion Beyond cold Phoebe shining out so bright Thou shalt be courted by her loue Endimion 101 Let ioy possesse thy heart and be thou proud In sight of all the Turkish Emperours Peares Let not thy sunne of beauty in a cloud Be hid from those whose eies with deawy teares For want of thy pure heate in shades do shroud Their drooping forheads but thy beames exhales All misty vapours and the welkin cleares Like putrifying lightning or Ioues balles 100 Then hand in hand they passe out of the roome Her beauty like a blazing starre admired Well may I tearme it so it shew'd the doome Of her liues date that instant was expired Now to the presence chamber they are come Where all in reuerence kisse the humble earth Here nature tooke her own and death hath hir'd To giue that backe againe which she gaue birth 103 Now stands in the midst and thus begins Taking the faire Hirena by the hand Which of you here that such a creature wins Would part with her for honor loue or land The gods were enuious whē they made those sins Which are th crowns of this fraile worlds cōtent Nor can it with their humane reason stand To thinke our ioyes begets our punishment 104 View but her hand her lip her brow her eyes The smalnesse of her waste and comely stature And let your iudgement bou'e your hatred rise Thē you must needs cōfesse she excels in feature That you are onely fooles I truly wise Doe not her presence admiration strike And broken is her frame by angry nature For feare she wrongs herselfe and make the like 105 What man that hauing toild in hidden Art Spent all his youth and substance to the bone All bookes and knowledge in the deepest part To finde that Phoenix that gold-getting stone And hauing it to comfort his weake heart Shall he his seruants wife or friends to please With his owne eies go see that iewell throwne Into the bottomelesse and gaping seas 106 Or which of you can haue the fortitude to lop a limbe off or pull out an eye Or being in a heauenly seruitude To free your selues would with the damned lye Offorce with me you now must all conclude That mortall men are subiect to loues rod But heere you shall perceiue that onely I Am natures conquerour and a perfect God 107 Then with a smiling looke he came vnto her And kist her bad her pray and then he smil'd I must not in my constancy now erre Since by mine owne tongue I a God am sti'ld He drawes a fatall Turkish Simiter With it he parts her body from her head And though his tyranny did proue so vile She seem'd to mocke him smiling being dead 108 Vntill he tooke it in his bloudy power And then a crimson floud gusht out a pace The fauor chang'd frō smiling and look't sower And senceles teares ran trickling downe her face As who should say I thought within this hower For me thou wouldst haue oppos'd heauen with strife That earthly being is like falling glasse To thee I lost virginity and life 109 Long stood he mute and gaz'd vpon her forme Till Mustapha came in to play his part His eies shot lightning like a horrid storme Thē with his fauchion runs him through the hart O could this diuell my soule so tranforme That I must eate that snake in him did lurke But this is hels instruction the blacke Art To giue our sins the means by which they work 110 O my Hirena Mahomet then cries Looke through the orbes see an Emperour sad Detaine her not you rulers in the skies But send her once more to make Monarkes glad My soule to thine like Tartars shaft now flies They held his arme or else he had done the deed This mighty Mahomet with loue growne mad Can nothing ease you but your heart must bleed 111 Where is that God-head due vnto your birth Descended from the Prophet Mahomet Recall your spirits to their former mirth And keep your colour constant like the Iet Now shew your fortitude be God on earth Marshall your men giue eare vnto your Drum And let your valour with the sunne being set With the resplendancy burne Christendome 112 Awake dull mate and leaue this trance Be perfect man as thou hast here thy being Not subiect vnto passion or chance But like thy selfe with Kingly thoughts agree Our siluer moone to heauen we will aduance And Christendome shall mourne for Hirens fall That heathen Princes our braue acts seeing Shall yeeld the world to vs we king of all 113 And for my loues vnkindly Tragedy A thousand Citties for her death shall mourne And as a relicke to posterity Our priests shall keep her ashes in their vrne And fame to future times with memory Shall sound ber glory and my loues effects For till this vniuersall Masse doth burne Her beauty rests the wonder of her sex 114 Now order my affaires for bloudy warre For heere I vow this loue shall be my last No more shall downy pleasure like a barre Stop my designes that now at honour gast Shoote prophet on my forhead a blessed starre A Tygers fiercenesse and my heart shall moue Because with Hiren all affections past I 'le pitty none for pitty be gets loue FINIS
art And shalt be only in thine own free choice What makes me speake makes me speak thus diuine Else could I threat thee with a conquerors voyce 18 What you may do said she I do not know But know you this there is a thousand waies To finde out night before my shamelesse brow Shall meet that day in guilt of such misrayes Oh how vniust art thou the pagan sayes To him which sues for a respecting eye And no ignoble action doth allow But honor and thy faires to gratifie 19 The effect of both is one said she both spils And layes my shame o're mastred at thy feet But greatnesse said he doth outface all ills And maiesty make sowre apparance sweete Where other powers theÌ„ greatnes doth cut meet It doth indeed said she but we adore More theÌ„ a great Earth-monarch whoÌ„ death kils Mortall soules thinke on th' immortall more 20 Alas faire Christian Saint said Mahomet So yong and full of gray hair'd purity These are but shifts of Friers tales farre fet Dearest I 'le teach thee my diuinity Our Mecha's is not hung with Imagery To tell vs of a virgin-bearing-sonne Our adoration to the Moone is set That pardons all that in the darke is done 21 O blinde religion when I learne said she To hallow it my body tombe my soule And when I leaue the mid-day-sunne for thee Blush Moone the regent of the nether roule What I hold deerest that my life controule And what I prize more precious then imagery Heauens grant the same my bane and ruine be And where I liue wish all my Tragedy 22 A dreadfull curse replide the Saracen But I will teach thee how to cousen it An oath in loue may be vnsworne againe Ioue markes not louers oathes euery whit Thou wilt repent beside when riper wit Shall make thee know the magicke of thine eies How faire thou art and how esteem'd of men T is no religion that is too precise 23 Nor is this all though this might woo a Greeke To wantonize with princely Mahomet Much more by loues inuention could I speake By which the coldest temper might be heate But I must hence a fitter time I 'le set To conquer thee Bashawes these spare or spill Saue Mustapha this maid since her we like Conduct vnto our Tent now warre he will 24 She like Cassandra thral'd and innocent Wrang her white hands tore her golden haire Hal'd by the Eunuchs to the Pagans Tent Speechlesse and spotlesse vnpittied not vnfaire Whiles he to make all sure did repaire To euery Souldier throughout the field And gaue in charge matters of consequence As a good generall and a Souldier should 25 Then sent he forth Polidamus to bid The Drums Trumpets sound that daies retreit For in his soule their ratling noyse he chid For startling Cupid whose soft bosome streight Had lodg'd him grew proud of such a freight Beside the sword and fire had swept the streetes And all did in the victors hands abide Night like wise came fit time for Loues stolne-sweets 26 Thus tumbling in conceits he stumbled home In the darke couerture of shady night Cal'd for a torch the which his chamber groome With more then speedy haste did present light To bed he went as heauy in his spright As loue that 's full of anguish makes the minde Faine would he sleepe away this martirdome But loues eyes open when all else are blinde 27 What do you talke of sleepe talke of the Greeke For being laid he now grew almost mad What is she not as faire quoth he to like As Phedria whom in Corinth once I had With that he knock't his Eunuchs vp and bad One aske the Grecian maide what was her name What she made there whom she came to see And to what end into his Tent she came 28 When he was gone somewhat the fury staid And beat more temperate in his liuer-vaine Onely he could not choose but praise the maid Whose eies froÌ„ his such womanish drops did strain Did not thy face sigh'd he such faires containe It could not be my heart thou couldst distract But all abstracts of rarities are laid In thy faire cheekes so feelingly compact 29 Thus made what maiest thou not command In mighty Amuraths wide Empery My tributary loue and not my land Shall pay it homage to thy proud bent eye And they who most abhorre idolatry Shall tender Catholicke conceites to thee O arme not honor still for to withstand And make a foyle of loue which dwels in me 30 By this time was the Carpet-page return'd And told the prince the Greeke was Hiren hight But so she wept sigh'd grieu'd mourn'd As I could get no more said he to night And weeps said Amurath my loue so bright Hence villaine borrow wings flie like the winde Her beauteous cheeks with hot tears wil be burnd Fetch her to me ô loue too deafe too blind 31 Then crossing both his armes athwart his breast And sinking downe he fet a soule taught grone And sigh'd and beat his heart since loue possest And dwelt in it which was before his owne How bitter is sweet loue that loues alone And is not sympathis'd like to a man Rich full cram'd with euery thing that 's best Yet lyes bed-sicke whom nothing pleasure can 32 Sometimes he would inuoke sweet Poets dead In their own shapes to court the maid with words But then he fear'd least they her maiden head Shold win froÌ„ him theÌ„ somtimes arms swords His old heroike thoughts new roome affords And to the field he would but then loue speakes And tels him Hiren comes vnto his bed VVhich dasheth all and all intendments breakes 33 And lo indeed the purple hangings drawne In came faire Hiren in her night attire In a silke mantle and a smocke of lawne Her haire at length the beams of sweete desire Her breasts all naked ô inchanting fire And siluer buskins on her feet she wore Though all the floore with Carpet-worke was strawn Yet were such feet too good to tread that floore 34 Now Mahomet bethinke thee what is best Said she compell me I will speake thy shame And tell thy hatefull fact at euery feast Singers in balads shall berime thy name And for dishonoring me spot thy faire fame But if No more chast maid said Mahomet Though in thy grant consists all ioy and rest I will not force thee till thou giue me it 35 But say I languish faint and grow forlorne Fall sicke and mourne nay pine away for thee Wouldst then for euer hold me yet in scorne Forbid my hopes the comfort that should be In hopes in doâ—ting hopes which tire on me O be not as some women be for fashion Like sun-shine daies in clouds of raine still borne The more you 'l loue the more shal grow my passion 36 And then he clasp'd her frosty hand in his An orient pearle betwixt two mother shels And scal'd thereon a hearty burning kisse Kisses in loue