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The tragicall and lamentable historie of two faythfull mates Ceyx kynge of Thrachine, and Alcione his wife: dravven into English meeter. By W. Hubbard. 1569
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Hubbard, William.
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at his appointed hower Her expectacion was in vaine for Fortune was disposed to lower On him poore wretch as late befell yet she doth make Acompt of his returne from SPELL her louing make The Lady being thus mindfull still of her owne spouse and husband deare The day is past the night doth fill eche thing with darkenes bright cleare And she to restles Bed is gon to take hir sleepe And straight a slumber stealing on her eyes yet weepe This wofull wight ALCIONE doth dreame she seeth stand by her Bed Her only ioy late drownd in Sea pale wan starke nakt and cold as lead She thought he leaned on her brest and to her said My louing wife me thou knowest be not dismaid Thy CEYX is dead therfore in vaine of my retourne no reckening make The boisterous windes with might main our ship on Seas did tosse and shake Vntill it was turnd vpsidowne and drownd in Sea O worthie wight of high renowne ALCIONE Thou hearest not by false reporte but I my selfe my shipwreke show Arise therfore come and comfort thy husband and som teares bestowe Vpon thy spouse and decke the now with moorning wéede For I can mirth no more allowe now I am dead With that she stretched forth her handes her husbands Ghost for to imbrace He steps a side and backward stands with that the teares ran downe hir face she screeketh out why doest thou flie and leaue me alone Then take me with thee for I must die if thou art gon All this she did yet being a sleape and by and by she did awake And rewfully began to wéepe and heauely the matter take Shee rent her Clothes and fare her heere with extreme woe Her Nurce then rose with rewfull feare and ranne her to She did demaunde what was the cause of her great griefe and piteous mone Wherat this Ladie yet did pause at last she saide I am vndone ALCIONE is cast awaye with CEYX his death For he hath yelded vp I saye his vitall breath This this it is that I did feare before thy Iorney in my minde I warned thee thou didst not care That thou shouldst not trust to the winde And whilst she talked the night was gone and Daye was bright Vnto the shoare with speede she ronne and footesteppes light She standing mourning on the shoare and casting vp her weeping eies And listening how the Sea did roare a great waie of on Sea she spies A thing come tumbling on the Sea muche like a Corce She meruailed what it should bee that waters force Brought houering so toward the shoare at last shee sawe it was a man She knewe not who it was therfore To speake she then with woe began Alas poore wretch she said thy wife if any there bee Maye wish her selfe deuoyde of life for Death of thee And as the Winde the waues did tosse the Bodie floated nearer lande Yet she not ware of her great losse Vntill it came vnto her hande Anone it did arryue on shoare ALCIONE Sawe CEYX who grieued her full sore late drownde in Sea And therwithall she scratched her face her Heere and Garments she did teare She reached out in wofull case to CEYX her tremblyng handes with feare She sayde now comst thou home my loue in such a case He beyng dead she did remoue to touche his face And also yet not being content this wretched wight ALCIONE She â—ieth D' â—tropos consent and cast her selfe into the Sea â–ª And on her husbands corce doth 〈◊〉 as Poets faine And both were turned to 〈…〉 and still remaine Their loue right well we may 〈◊〉 for few such Mates are at this day Who loue so stedfast to the ende Therfore eâ—â—â—â—le take we may By CEYX and ALCIONE which both liue still As I do read and haunt the Sea as Poets will Faelix quem fa◠〈…〉 Cantum FINIS
The Tragicall and lamentable Historie of two faythfull Mates Ceyx Kynge of Thrachine and ALCIONE his wife dravven into English Meeter By W. Hubbard 1569. JMPRINTED at London by Wyllyam How for Richard Iohnes and are to be solde at his shop vnder the Lotterie house The Tragicall and lamentable Historie of Ceyx and Alcione WHen frowning Fortune gan assaulte her Foes whose deth she doth desire She will reuenge though for no faulte When Enuie hath her set on fire Shee seekes to bring men to decaie whom erst alofte She had set vp at pleasant staye though reeling ofte And then at last they tumbling downe from highest staie to lowest step To lamentacion from Renowne with tumbling cast they downwarde lep Amonge all other one I finde vnfortunate For at his state Fortune repinde with cruell hate He was somtime of Thracine King And CEYX I reade he had to name Dame Fortune his mischaunce seeking she tolde him streight by flickering Fame How Peleus his brother was by ruinous chaunce With Death distroyed as cam to passe by Fortunes Launce Whereat he musing stoode dismayde and vexed sore then in his thought How easely might the signes he saide the which before his death were wrought Of all men well perceiued be as came to passe Betokening this his destinie which fearefull was When CEYX the matter did perceiue misdoubting what was best to doo He did deuise where he might haue a remedie to slake his woo For counsell he to séeke with spéede at Sacred SPELS Deuiseth thus as I do reade where this God dwels The God of CLAROS I do meane where as an Oracle woulde tell Eache thing to fill fonde fansies streame but no good counsell their did dwell Kinge CEYX disposed thus to goe to this fonde God Dame Fortune hath prouided loe this scorging Rod. He had a wife who had to name ALCIONE then Thrachine Quéene She was a wife of passyng fame few such at this time can be seene To whom he minded to disclose all his intente Vnto his louing Mate he goes vntimely sent He then began with faultring voice to shewe the matter to his wife At whose presence she did reioyce for sure shee loued him as her life But when she heard he would departe with feare there strake A chilnes straighte vnto hir hart that teares out brake Thre times she then about to speake thre times she washt hir face with teares Thre times she of from teares did breake and thus complained in his eares What fault of myne O Husbande deare doth thee compell That thou wilt dwell no longer heere but go to SPELL Do Iorneies long delight thee nowe or doth mine absence better please Then my presence then I vowe to NEPTVNE Guider of the Seas Whose Stormes vncertein thou must bide in wofull plight To offer Giftes if he will guide thy Ship aright Vntill thou comst at wisshed Port For sure my care is great for thee Thou art my Ioye and sure comfort my faithfull Spouse geue eare to mée Shall I haue cause onely to mourne And shall my care Of thy vncerteine home returne be voide of feare The Sea doth make mee sore afraide to thinke on it my Corps doth quake My minde with musing is dismaide for verie woe my Ioinctes do shake For broken late vpon the shoare the Ribbes of Ships I sawe whose Masters long before the waues in whips But yet my Spouse if that thy will I can by no entreatance moue But that thou wilt perseuer styll Consider then my tender loue And mée deare Husbande with thée take that I maye bee Partaker of thy griefe and make some mirth for thee O louing Wife ALCIONE my Loue my deare and onely ioye Quoth he and wept full tenderlye Let not mine absence thée annoye Content thy selfe full quietlie And will no more On houering waues to go with mée from Thrachine shoare For my Returne shal be againe if that the Goddes permit me life Within two Monthes I tell thee plaine as thou art my espoused wife With that she gan for ioy to weepe that CEYX had Appointed daies and sighed deepe and wexed glad She there doth bring him to the Shoore Where he his last farewell did take ALCIONES hart misgaue before she did with trembling ioyntes oft quake And straining CEYX in her armes with pittious looke Her last farewell mistrusting harmes she sadly tooke And when she sawe the watermen the Ship beginne to driue from shore And that she must hir spouse leaue then she muche more heauy then before My only ioy is gon she sayd why do I liue Let death of thine with mine be paide I would it giue And casting vp hir waterie eies she did beholde her husband stand On Hatches gon now far on Seas she sawe him becking with his hand And she like wise her hands did shake as loue did moue Where as she did her last sight take of hir deere loue And when the Ship was out of sight she straight vnto hir Chamber went She screeked out with maine and might and pitiously she did lament She cast her body on her bed with sory hart With dumped sprites as heauy as Led renewes hir smart And whilst she lieth musing here a pleasant gale of winde doth blowe The wether waxeth very cleare these shipmen now in Seas do rowe And CEYX doth make his men vp hale the highest mast And set them vp with the top saile that no wind wast At last they all ariued are when night was com and day was spent Where eche of them must ende their care and eke must there their liues relent For BOREAS with his bitter blasts doth fierslie blow And waues do rise vp all in haste to ouerthrowe Their ship and they with fearefull speede do cut down Sailes Clothes down rend Eche man is busie nowe at neede Yet all in vaine thei do contend For now the Tempest hath by force the vpper hande King CEYX doth oftimes wish his Corse to be on lande With his deare Loue ALCIONE who now he saith did warning geue Of foming Tempests of the Sea yet he as then would not beleue But willinglie would forwarde goe to seeke Counsell To passe the Sea would forwarde rowe to go to SPELL King CEYX did of his Loue still speake he alwaies cried ALCIONE Nothing would make his tonge of breake but wicked waues of watrie Sea When thus with Death he conquered was and diynge in Sea He seemde to speake halfe dead alas ALCIONE Whilste CEYX doth lye thus in the Sea quite drownde with ouer gulfing waues On rufull Bed ALCIONE with weeping eies she restles craues For safe and speedie comming home of CEYX her Mate Who lieth tost on salt Sea fome vnfortunate Now dead and drowned in the Sea yet she the dayes doth compt and tell She thinkes poore wretch ALCIONE her husbandes home returne from SPELL To be but slowe and she doth thinke eche hower a day No ioyes into her hart can sink for his delay She hopeth yet to see him againe aliue