greefe vpon gréefe Vnto a wofull hart that grones Thou hast incurred displeasure of thy friend Lewis I meane will sure reuenge the same Fond man I did presume a note too hie And if I did yet Lewis doe thou impute This fréendles fault to loues blinded folly That may not be for Fredericke did amisse And therefore shame doth bid mee flie Farewell Lewis though I be forced to shunne Fredrick repents who first the fact begunne A mournfull Dittie for the Death of Calipolis C Come mournfull Muses shed your teares Come grone you Graces three A And courtly Dames hang downe your heads to mourne amaine with mee L Lend Driades boughes bring pleasant sproutes to decke thys Tombe withall I In heauenly sort come Satyrs sing sith death this wight did call P Paint foorth her shrine Dianas Nimphes embaulme her with the sweetest flowers O On euery corner let Poets write these words Both Prince and Pesant death deuours L Like to the glorious flower that growes all creatures are on earth I In cropping it the flower dies thus doe we lose our breath S So all things liuing soone decayes But the grace of God doth last alwayes Héere will I leaue Fredericke and returne to Lewis who hauing heard newes of the death of that sweete Calipolis entered into these speeches Vnfortunate Lewis the most vnfortunate of all men because more distressed then any straine floodes of teares distill them downe thy chéekes let scalding sighes be portion of sad lament thou louedst her well and therefore maist lament thou heldest her deere and therefore maist thou grieue Griefes sobs and sighes compound in one bewaile her death that now is dead and gone gone yea shée is gone and with her goes my ioy life lingers but a space Why leytereth death sith I desire to die for life is irksome and I loth it I. Ah now I see that I haue often heard a dog hath his day tides obserue time and all liuing creatures are tyed to a decorum The Cedar tree is shaken with the Northen blasts as well as the smallest willow shrubs The more beautifull flower soonest eyther parched with Sommers heate or infected with Caterpillers The Heban blossoms open with the dewe and shutte with the Sunne the leaues of Licoris when it is most wettest without is then most dryest within the smoother streame the deeper water a hote sunne-shine fore-tells a shower The playing of the Porpos prognosticates a fatall disparagement the purest die the most subiect to staynes the brightest blossome the soonest blasted the ripest fruite the quickliest rotten Euery plant hath his spring and euery Tree is subiect to his fall The Cherry is first gréene but comming to a more gay collour is suffered to grow no longer the smallest hayre hath his shadow and the meane shrub beareth a shade All trées florish not that are grafted in February some perrish with the frost in May and blast before they bud euery thing of what nature soeuer keepes obseruation of times Time past cannot be recalled backe shee is deade quoth hee and there-with gaue a sigh with the water stealing downe his cheekes The pride of all that euer Nature made the beauty of which bright shining Antiphofix is shadowed not with obscure night but dismall death Might acts of Chiualrie quoth he attaine to recall her to life or a world of farre-fetched wealth might preuaile to procure the same I would aduaunce my shielde plume my Crest comfort my neuer daunted hart with Alexander eyther to bée Monarch or turne the world to a ruinated Chaos otherwise attempt with Pellecretio to rippe the bowels of the sole worlde from Archypelligon right vnder Capricorne to Causaro fire burning Tropica Or els if phisicke might but be a meanes I would with Aesculapius séeke out the sence although seauentie seauen yéeres I studied for the same But all in vaine I breathe these sadde laments not all the tongues in the world can call the dead to life againe therefore Lewis resolue thy selfe aswage those follies loue hath bredde in thy breast and sith the Fates determined her death send for Mountgramet the actor of so foule a deede comfort thy selfe and cut off his dayes Now will I leaue Lewis resolued to reuenge her death vpon Mountgramet and returne to Mountgramet who hearing it muttered about as such a tale will flie about a towne and ring in euery ones eare like a saint bell that the King tooke great displeasure at the death of Calipolis and meant with all speede to seaze vpon his goods and depriue him of his life which bred such a terror in his hart that t was no boote to bid him flie fell into these spéeches Ah Mountgramet quoth hee wiping away the teares that gushed from his eyes Asses biey danse aqui fortune chante happie is that man on whom Fortune smiles and better vnborne then alwaies to liue in care ouer-cloyed with griefe The â—ath of Calipolis flieth like winged Pegasus or Swallowes in 〈◊〉 sun-shine day and Lewis hath vowed my death whether shal I flye nay if I flâ—e I loose my goods a guilty conscience doth bewray it selfe but life is déere therfore farewel all my wealth and welcome woe begun so farewell Fraunce and Paris thrise adew Adue those heapes of gold in which I ioyed most and last sweet friends with whom I vsed to feast adue those floods of teares I breathe my last farewell Hart swells and swelling bursts bursting breaths you all a sad lamenting adue Fraunce in thée I gladly would stay and staied might had I not beene forlorne had Calipolis liued then might I haue liued in France but she is dead and therefore all adiew Mountgramet knowing that tyde stayeth no man and the Marriner that hoyses not sayles at a good winde may be forst to cast anchor ere he be aware then comes an after wish presently committed the sequell of his fortune to the sea where I le leaue him and returne to Calipolis who beeing in the Dezart woods within the Prouince of Denmarke began as followeth Ah Calipolis far from thy friends now breath thy plaints Yée constant wiues that loue your husbands well And dote vpon the fauor of so sweete a man Bedew your cheekes with teares from Christall eyes And let them drop as Nilus Egipt ouer-flowes Yee pretty Birds that pleasure in your mates Let me intreate yée mourne amaine with mee Héere 's multitudes of silly chattering Fowles Doe hang their heads and eccho dolefull tunes Cease of ye Compartners of my discontent Calipolis hath cause and none but shee must mourne Shall I rehearse my pleasure past in Fraunce Or thinke vpon the gold I harbored in my chest No no Calipolis that addeth sorrow to a dying soule And heapes more griefe vpon a hart that groanes What shall I speake of pleasures that enioyeth payne Or talke of gold that wants to buy mee foode Ah no let sorrow be the sequill of my tale And mournefull sighing daily be my song Come cruell Fates and cut me
yet haue I vowed my selfe to the contrary as constant to my Mountgramet as euer that fayre Dido was to her Vlisses and rather shall the running streames of Exanthoes recoyle or the world turne to a Chaos whence it came then will Calipolis once falcifie her faith to Mountgramet Solinar frying in loue like the Salamander in Aetnas flames taking her by the hand beganne as followeth By your leaue Mistris giue me leaue to reply Windes often vary and who resembles them but women Baltager breathing it out like a Braggart thus said Sirra who gaue you authoritie to make comparisons t were not amisse to make thee eate thy words or with my ponyard thrust them downe thy throate Whilst thus they were at controuersie trying each others title in loue Fredericke King of Denmarke being lately come to the Court of Fraunce accompanied with King Lewis fortuned to behold this heauie aspect wondring what it should prognesticate insomuch that entring somewhat neerer King Lewis began in this manner Base pesants auoyde our presence and get you packing With that they both departed with mickle sorrow fetching many a heauy sight but marke what after happened Loue that respects no difference of state kinled such flames in Fredericks breast that hanging downe his heade towards the earth not a merry word for a million he stood all a mort Then Lewis whose loue did ballance Fredericks affection plucking vp a small courage from a conquered hart taking Frederick by the hand fell to these words It seemes my Lord the blinded boy hath played the wagge with you in loue at the first looke if he haue escaped Lewis thou art stung Can beautie bring you to such a bane that is but a bauin blast Hebay blossoms that open with the dew and shut with the sunne Roses garded with prickles flowers subiect to the Northerne blasts the beautifull blossoms in Parthia that perish in their prime or the apples of Tantalus that touched turne to ashes the comly skinne that clothes the hatefull Snake the Box tree whose leafes are alwaies gréene and the seedes poyson abollish this fond determination extend the Tyrant out by force for entring at the eye it harbors at the hart loue is more perrilous then precious affording delight with desire but death with deniall Lewis beeing wringed with the same shoe was presently strooke with a contrary obiect in thys manner In amour il ny ade fauta why rage I beyond reason she is beautiful and therefore worthy to be loued shée is comely and deserues to be accounted on How now Lewis hath loue turned thy launce to a Poets penne to paynt out thy passions is Armour turned to amor What is Mars able to resist Iupiter and not to with stand beauty is it Venus must were the Target and Mars the distaffe Omphale handle the Club and Hercules the Spindell must Alexander crouch and Campaspe looke coy this verifies the old prouerbe to be true women will rule in loue howe euer men are lustie in courage no dignitie is able to resist Cupids deitie Loue enters by seeing women and works not by hearing their words therefore seeing Cupid must be obeyed I am content to bow Nullis herbis amor est medicabilis So fetching a sigh began to say my Lord there is one thing on the suddaine greatly troubles me which is this that both you and I shoulde ioyne our harts in such vnlooked for passions Not so my Lorde sayd Fredericke I hope you doe but iest Iest said he nay would I did then were my griefes the lesse Nere grieue my Lorde quoth Frederick for sith the cause is such to ioyne our harts in such a simpathy all enuy set aside let vs agree to yeelde to each others fortune in our choyce Content sayde Lewis and wh◠so ere befall shake handes my Lorde and Fortune thriue a◠all Thus after much prattle they concluded that Lewis should giue her the first onset who taking her by the hand beganne as followeth Mistres of my harts sole affection brighter then siluered Luna or Sol amidst his Horizon shee whom the Gods hath appointed to ransack my entralls and robed me of my hart it were enlesse to rehearse the inward griefe I haue sustayned since I fixed mine eyes on that admirable Comet whose beautifull rayes staineth stately Iuno in Samos or Diana in Delos Minerua in Athens It were vaine to boast of Sibillas beautie or Egipts fayre Isius Cassandra Troyans pride bright Penelope or Romish Cornelia Sabo shunne to shewe thy face Lucrecia lurke Hebe blush Sephronia stoope Sapho knéele and Laura yéeld the pride of beauty to this blazing lampe whose rayes hath kinled fire in my breast Calipolis hauing listened to the Syrens song and cloyed her eares with the praises of her beautie armouring herselfe with the plated coate of constancie in this maner broke him from his vaine similitudes I beséech your Maiestie if the earnest entreatie of a poore Merchants wife may molifie your hart or the teares of a constant Spouse may desire your fauour vpon my knées grant me liberty to speake for a womans tongue is her best defence quoth she Lewis that was so stung with loue that had she asked his Diademe it could not haue béene denied granted her liberty who framed her spéech in this sort Dread Soueraigne the scandalist reproch that can befall a woman is to bée stayned with the infamous blotte of disloyaltie and more welcome to me is the newes of death then the name of Concubine to a King were it the Monarch of the world and more quoth shée what might Mountgramet thinke of mée how would the Quéene your bedde-mate looke on mée to see a Pesant borne possesse the place of a Princes Pardon dread King your request extends to such defamation that I rather desire death then lyfe if it stand not with your liking vnlesse you extinguish this laciuious loue and set me at liberty King Lewis being impatient because perplexed in minde to heare such a cooling carde began as followeth Heauenly Iuno quoth he Dianas branch fedde with Pallas paps it forceth not what Isabella saith what Mountgramet coniectures Lewis is a King and may commaund and more to requite thy loue if Isabella die I le gyrt thy temples with a Diadem brighter thē the morning starre more precious then the Carcanet the Emerald Rubie or the Carbuncle the Onix Saphir and the Christolet the Topace Iasper and the Adamant Calipolis not respecting these large proffers cut him of in this manner quoth she who liues to weare a dead mans shooes I haue heard it saide may gaule his féete with going bare-foote Lewis replied admit sayd he I make thée Quéene and banish Isabella I sayd she so to gaine a Crowne might heape a thousand cares vpon my head therefore swéete Prince quoth shée were it to beare Atlas burden on my backe to roule the restlesse stone with Siciphus I would rest at your commaund rather then to impeach my honest name with any title of
Lewis ouer-cloyed griefes will cause thy hart to burst hadest thou first dyed when first thou gazedst on the Bassalisk then hadst thou perished before desire begunne but now begunne I heere expect but death nay worse then death Deniall of that Saint in whom I haue shrowded my affection that Goddesse whom I in heart adore Could I but gayne her loue then Lewis were thrise blessed aboue all yea but I feare she wil not loue why Lewis is a King therfore may coÌ„maund Foolish man abollish this fond determination trampell loues branches vnder thy féete least they sproute vp to thy heart bridell thy affection for entering at the eye it harbors at the hart and hauing â—â—oke good hand-fast it indangers the whole body That Ciceâ—â—es tongue cannot preuaile nor Circes charmes Calipsoes inchauntments Archimedas circles Rhombus rifraffe bee a medicine for that malady Fond man whilst thou sits drawing of Mathematicall fictions the enemy stands with a sword at thy breast and he that talketh much and dooth little is like to him that sayles with a side winde and is borne with the tyde to a wrong shore After he had bewayled his passions and could not abollish that fond determination hee pulled out a letter charging his Page to poste with it vnto Calipolis where nowe I le rest and come to King Fredericke who had kindled such hote coales as al the water in the world coulde not quench who vttered these spéeches wrapt in a world of woes consumed in a Laborinth of cares Poore soule I tosse I tumble too and fro one while I think on this another while I pause on that and so twixt hope and dread I liue though liuing die and loue is the cause of this calamitie Fickle Fortune still froward vnto me desembling fauors with so kinde a friend fancie is entertained at my hart affection lodgeth in thys tender breast delayes deludeth mee from my deere delight and loue is cause of all this cruel spight Imps of reuenge yée fatall sisters thrée come Atropos vntwist my thread in twayne and by your Destinies come worke mée thys despight robbed of the swéet that rauished my soule I starue with Mydas and thirst with Tantalus burning like the vnquenchable flames of Aetna ouerflowing like Nilus in thy loue I search I séeke and yet I cannot gaine and loue alas hath wrought mée all this paine Whilst hee was thus breathing out his passions came the Page with the Letter who questioning with the boy after certaine communication had shewed King Fredericke the Letter who looking on the superscription opened the same and ouerlooked the secrets therein which tended to this effect The Letter SWéet Goddesse of my harts sole affection brighter in beauty then Auroraes blush that beautifies the siluered skyes fayrer in glory then the turkish Carbuncle or the rar shyning Christolit from whose inchaunting face a thousand charmes descends thorowe the imperiall Orb and makes men liue a subiect vnto loue no sooner had my eyes beheld Dame Natures workes and with the Eagle gazed against the sunne but loue had giuen such a brauado to my breast as nought but death can alter my affection Therefore know sweete Saint that the sting of a Hornet is to be healed a pricke with the bone of a Dolphyn is healed by musick but he that is wounded with the Scorpion must be healed by the same Therefore sweete deeme not of my loue otherwise then I deserue for I haue heard it sayd there is more content in a Countrey Cottage then a Kings Pallace Solinus the Turkish Emperor made more account of a poore milke-mayde then the King of Hungaries Daughter Diogenes commended one in a home-spunne gray gowne more then one that shyned in silken robes alluding to the Lapidarians that choose not stones for beauty but vertue the Diamond is bright yet a deadly poyson the glorious coate hides the venemous Snake the gréenest trées the fuller of Caterpillers the Bassaliske lurketh in the clearest fountaine the sweetest wine the most filthy dregs the fuller of beauty the flower is the emptier of vertue resembling the beautifull Roses in Barbary that perrish in the prime or the hearb Soli that being croped looseth both colour and vertue the apples of Tantalus that touched turne to ashes But to be briefe swéete loue you know my estate to be restlesse such is louers content and if thou hast reason to deeme of snow by the whitenes or trees by the blossomes thou mayst easily perceaue by the furrowes in my face which deciphers the sorrowes of my soule that thou art she yea thou art onely she is mistresse and commaunder of my heart my Diadem and all I haue Were it to win thy loue and make thee Empresse of the world I would vndertake the taske with Alexander Thus restlesse flowing in the tempestious seas of my loue I rest at your friendly liking the procurer of my life or your deniall the finisher of dayes Yours for euer though neuer Lewis King of Fraunce Fredericke hauing read the Letter vnderstood the lines and marking the meaning of euery minnom began in this manner deliuering the Letter backe to the Page and commaunding him to make spéed Amorous man thys kinde writing shewes thy interior affection the painting of these fine phrases deciphers an inward dissembling What Kings are to gaze at starres and not to stumble on stones Stay Fredericke therein thou pinchest thy selfe by the elbow Medium tenere tuissimum est the meane is sweete melody strings high stretched eyther soone cracke or quickly grow out of tune Attempt not with Phaeton least thou drowne with Icarus a homely place harbors more content then a Kings Court Vertue is not shrowded vnder beauties wings it is often shadowed with the home-spunne coate Fonde Fredericke what hast thou done eaten with the Deare against the winde or yéelded with the Harts in Calabria that knowing Dictanum poyson still bruse it with greedines or grazed against the bowe till thou art striken with the boult Hast thou sored with the Eagle against the Sunne till thou art dazeled Foolish man thy rash dooing is more preiudiciall then thy forward affection Thou hast made thy friend thy foe encurred Lewis his displeasure by ouer-looking his secrets Whilst hée was thus solitary vnloding his secrets came the Page back who brought worde of Calipolis death which heauie tyding was such a corrosiue to Fredericks hart that taking his pen in hand after hée had vttered these lines folowing hee framed a mournfull Dittie of her death and so béeing wardly gréeued he departed from Fraunce Héer 's heapes of newes vnto a wounded hart Calipolis in whom I ioyed most is dead Dead is that ioy wherein I tooke delight Fled is delight and sorrow takes the place Sorrow gins to harbor at my hart Hart swels with vnexpected greefes Greefe is begunne all pleasure bids adiew Adiew to worlds content on earth Earth all earthly ioyes are fled my hart And care hath compast euery little part And more to adde
short Life is loathsome and I liue too long Calipolis had not rested a while but Fortune began to smile on her to thys effect Frederick King of Denmarke being come out of Fraunce passing thorowe the woode was espied on Calipolis attired like a Page who amazed at the beauty of the youth stoode for a space in a dumpe but at last began as followeth Frederick What wofull wight is that forlorne Doth fill my hart with ecchoes of his plaints Calipolis Randall a haples youth of Fraunce Frederick It greeues my hart to see so swéet a youth Of age so tender yet ouer-growne with griefe Speake Randall whether doost thou trauell Calipolis Euen whether my Fortune wills I should Fred. The more I gaze the more I grieue to see The sweetest face that ere my eyes beheld Much questioning addes greefe vnto his hart Come Randall thou shalt hence with mee Thy beauty bindes my hart to fauour thee Randall thou shalt be bed-made with my selfe Randall turning his head aside in this manner Ah that same newes is worse then all the rest Now Randall looke aboue t is best Pardon dread King I am a poore mans sonne Therefore vnfit to be your Highnes bed-mate Frederick I force not of thy birth beautie makes thee loued for wert thou a woman I would make thée a Queene Calipolis Ah now I doubt I am betraied dread Soueraigne quoth she vpon her knees graunt mee one request tending to this effect Randall hath vowed till his returne to Fraunce neuer to sleepe but on his mother earth then grant thys fauour â—â—acious Prince Frede. The many fauours in thy louely face hath graft afâ—ection in my tender hart that diddst thou aske my Diademe it could not be denyed Calipolis Then Randall is bound to pray for Fredericks life After much more prattle had which I haue shortned for breuitie sake they both departed towards the Danish Court the ioy Frederick conceiued in finding so gallant a Youth I omit to the Readers censure and how Fortune hauing wrapped Calipolis in the fouldes of her deitie did highly fauor her shall after follow Now let vs come to Mountgramet who hauing escaped the frownes of Aeolus the dangers of Neptune the raging blasts of Boreas the Destenies so plotted his course that intending to haue landed in Spaine hee was set ashore in Denmarke Then he suspected the Fates had decreed the fall of his fortune and the end of his dayes yeelded himselfe to the remnant of Fortunes pleasure beginning in thys manner I knowe quoth hee the Gods are offended with me for so foule a fact and therefore hath charactered some fatall disparagement in the furrowes of my face for when I thinke on that harmlesse Calipolis a certaine grieuing of the flesh betwraying a guiltie conscience ouer-cleies my feeble hart I looke like a condemned man at the place of execution my culler changeth to a blood red for telling the murther I consented to nay commaunded or chiefest committed Therefore Mountgramet content thee with what calamities soeuer the Gods crosse thee withall for their cruellest doome is thy due desert thou hast doone to death with that the teares gushed out so fast that he could hardly speake a word the pryde of all Dianas sprouts Was shée not fayre as are the Swans that on Meander swim was shee not louely as faire Dido the Carthage Queene was she not constant as Silera was chast as fayre Diana was is she a Polip in change no a Diamond in all her deeds No reason then that she should dye But foolish iealousie inforced me to the fact a fact most heinous to the world vnpardonable of Gods and men the death of her who alwayes loued thee well too passing well but that was quite forgot Iniurious man me thinks these silly chattering birds cryes for reuenge each bush that shakes dooth make me steppe aside and since the dismall houre of her vntimely death Phoebus is shrouded vnder a cloude Sol denyes her euening shine Aurora in obscure darknes showes his face and all things reuersant turnes to an obscurity After he had thus bewailed his present misery a space hee shifted his wearied steps towards the Danish Court hauing neyther company nor hope of good comfort to driue away bitter conceits he framed this sorrowfull Sonnet The Sonnet YE wofull wights that swimmes in restlesse paine Yee haplesse men that sorrow doe sustaine Shedde forth your teares and mourne a while with mee Whom spightfull Fates hath crost with cruelty Sometimes in Fraunce I lyued in great ioy Nere tasted griefe nor felt such hard anoy All things I had that hart could once request My credit sprung and florished with the best Till Fortune Goddesse of each secrete thought Within few yeeres thus hatefully hath wrought For which fact with bleeding hart I grone The death of her who now is dead and gone Fond conceited Iealousie an enemy to delight Was cause that wrought on mee this cruell spight I was her death that loued mee more then life Constant Calipolis my deere and faithfull wife Hard was my hap to seeke her wofull end That was to me so sweet approued friend Yee cruell Fates the causers of this ill Come spet your spight my silly hart to kill If hatefull hell affords more cruell smart Then Death possesse my inward troubled hart For better t is that I forth-with should die Then liue on earth and want her companie Vnhappy was the time the day the howre That turn'd my sweet to such a lothsome sowre Well may I wish the man to liue in paine Of ceaselesse torments neuer ease to gaine That first by Art presented to my sight The view of that which still afflicts my sprite But more accursed be that caitiue slaue Which hath perform'd the charge I rashly gaue And if the Gods haue any plague in store Neuer yet heard of or made knowne before Where-with they meane to men shall be exprest How much the fact of murder they detest Let it for vengeance fall vpon his head That others may by his example dread Cease cease Mountgramet for thy wish is vaine He was thy seruant thou didst him constraine And causelesse curse like arrowe shot vpright Returning downe on thine owne head will light Therefore sith I my selfe haue done the wrong I wish reuenge on my commaunding tongue I wish the fiends to vomit vp their fill And at their pleasure worke on me their will Both Fates and fiends full sore I did offend In cruell sort her guiltlesse life to end I know t were vaine a pardon for to craue Of all the Gods which no remorse will haue Whilst here I liue I looke for nought but paine And after life in hell for to remaine Where multitudes of wicked murthering wights Tormented are in damned wofull plights All pleasures packe and welcome woe begun Sighing shall be my song all merry notes are done And still in teares lament my foule offence Till Death doe strike and I must needs goe hence Hauing ended this
Sonnet Fortune hauing displayed her ensignes and got the triumph to her owne content began with a friendly smile to chéere a sorrowfull hart in this sort Calipolis beeing sent in her Page attire with certaine Letters concerning the Kings affaires to one of his Nobility in making her returne chanced to fixe her eyes vpon this distressed man Mountgramet whose Atlas burthen of cares had altered so much hys countenaunce and on the contrary part the supposed death and change of attire so farre altered Calipolis that one knewe not another Calipolis recalling to minde her owne former calamities in friendly curtesie gaue him the time of the day and questioned with him somwhat merrily of his Country and trauel Whether he knew the murthering husband of Calipolis at which words Mountgramet suspecting hee had béene betrayed thinking life was sweet began to check Calipolis calling her an inquisitiue boy wishing if she would auoyd his displeasure to be packing least he furred his Mandilion with a few Lamb-skinnes Then Calipolis suspecting him to be some spye and calling to mind the credite got if she could conquer him the feeblenes of the man hartned her to these speeches Calip. Sirra you must with me to the King suspition sayes thou art a spie and if thou be not such a man draw thy weapon for I meane to try thée Mount Youngstar I defie thée Calip. First try me then after defie mée Mount There lie my weapons thou hast conquered me Calip. Then let me ioy in thy captiuitie Mount 〈…〉 â—nd let me ioy with gazing on thy beauty thou so reâ—… 〈…〉 whom whilom I loued deere that were I Alcides 〈…〉 â—â—dst conquer me Calipo He dooth so néerely resemble him whom late I loued 〈◊〉 â—ere I hard harted Scipio I must fauour him Captiue I 〈◊〉 â—y hart is ouer-cloyed with greefe step aside and vnlode them 〈◊〉 â—hy selfe Mountgramet stepping aside leaning himselfe vnto 〈◊〉 â—hady bough began as followeth Vnfortunate man I see the Destinies determines a final end of thy dayes For when I drew my sword with intent to strike a sodaine conceite present forced me to throw downe my weapons my feeble hart was fully perswaded it was the very goast of Calipolis with that a certaine flood of teares gushed forth and finished his tale for a space Then fell Calipolis to these sodaine passions Fond Calipolis what foolish imaginations hast thou bred in thy brest may not one man be like another Mountgramet liues safe and secure in Fraunce let Fortune show all the authority her deity affords she cannot bring her triumph to such effect T is but a thought bred in a suspitious hart vnlikely to be true because vnlike to be brought to such a purpose But what should one say the Fates are frowning and their deity is of great force therfore perswade thy selfe it may be With that she hung downe her head and said no more Mountgramet hauing wiped away the teares began againe to this effect Many trees beare blossomes all beautifull but yet seuerall fruits Many hear vs be greene that are of sundry natures If all things that be of one colour haue no contrary effect we should imagine Chalke were Cheefe but fond in thine opinion Calipolis is murthered and thou art plagued for the martyrdome The rauening Fowles haue fed their fill on her harmeles flesh therefore it cannot be vnlesse the angry Fates hath decreed her thirsting goast should in the habite of a Page prognosticate my present fall resembling a glorious sunne-shine that fore-tels a storme the promise of a pardon to a condemned man that is sure to dye otherwise it cannot be with that wringing his hands together he was silent for a space Calipolis who all this while had stoode in a dump◠〈…〉 Mountgramet in a maze as though he had no more to saye 〈◊〉 in this wise it séemes quoth she that eyther your griefes began extreame that you cannot breathe them from the center of y be so hart without breaking or else you kéepe a certaine showe of vour sembling thinking to delude the time till darke night Therfor or no if thou hopest to attayne fauour a my hands or liberty for thy life pluck vp your wearied feete and trauell away with me as fast as you can Mountgramet was so bewitched with the beauty of Calipolis which bred such fond determination in his head that if she had runne before he would haue followed so fast as he might possible Yet before he stirred his foote desired her of all fauours not to interrupt his amazed melancholy humour with questioning Calipolis who was pricked with the same thorne beeing both bit with one dog was so busie hamering her owne late coniectures that without further intreaty willingly graunted his desire Now are they both wandring towards the Danish Court both of them as busie as a Bée tempring a thousand coniectures in their braines Not long traueling together but stil they viewed each others countenaunce without any interrupting of each others gazing but in fine they entred the Court and beeing come to the King Calipolis falling on her knees after the deliuery of her former message began in this manner Dread King quoth shee meeting this stranger by the way all amort in pensiue passion after certayne communication had I enquired of his Country suspecting him a French-man and some secret spiing foe to your excellency who presently offered violent words and to be briefe wee buckled together before any foyle was giuen he perceauing the first attempt of so tender a youth yéelded himselfe captiue Thus without ere about I conquered him whom heere I offer to your royall Maiesty for further examination May it like your Maiesty quoth Mountgramet to giue mee liberty â—uncle câ—â—ke The gracious fauours that Nature framed 〈◊〉 at the twise fayrer then the Sapher or bright shining Carâ—â—th â—éeking fayre Luna in her siluer shine or Auroraes blush 〈◊〉 mornings breake Phoebus beames in a Sun-shyne day 〈◊〉 Lamps that glorifies the heauens so neere resembled my â—â—â—â—polis that to conclude nought but beauty conquered me and were she aliue none but shee had conquered me Therefore I perswade my selfe none but her thirsty wandring goast hath coÌ„quered me Calipolis perceauing it was her Mountgramet was strucken in such a sodaine dumpe as amazed all the beholders yet at last plucking vp courage replied in this sort vnbutning her Dublet showing her pretty paps Behold quoth she none but thy Calipolis hath conquered thée Pardon dread King I am Calipolis whom Fortune now hath highly fauoured Thus will I leaue the friendly Reader to imagine the sodaine ioy and communication had betwixt them and come to Fredrick that fostered so faire a woman almost a fortnight and caught not so much as a kisse who raged against his ouer-sight in this sort Fredrick quoth hee heerein thou hast resembled the foolish Lapidarian that beholding a precious stone neglecteth time to try the vertue and so casting it aside looseth a great value But meruaile not for I haue heard it sayd Loue is blind and therefore can iudge no colours else might outward beauty discouer inward vertue Foolish man that hauing caught a Fowle feathered to thy owne affection and couldest not lay salt on her tayle as the saying is but meruaile not for doubtles she is fauored of the Gods to be a miracle to all the women in the world Large promises great protestations could not impeache her constancy a meane woman fostered simple not Princesse like as her friends were able and not to be tempted with a Diadem deserueth to be canonized in Tables of perpetuity euer to be reade and neuer to be rased out till all things reuersant dye in endles obliuion So turning himselfe towards the two ioyfull persons thy constancy Calipolis quoth he hath purchast many fauours at my hand therefore frolicke with thy husband and Mountgramet comfort thy supposed dead wife 〈…〉 of Fortune be a meanes of more feruent aff◠〈…〉 the God 's ordayned it for good and sith all things 〈…〉 content though the losse of your goods and the pu◠〈…〉 griefe for the present time to be playne I was the A◠〈…〉 this ill being enamored of this constant Dame shew◠〈…〉 in a glasse by Magick spell which deciphered nothing 〈…〉 pretended lyes because I could not obtayne of her my puâ— The defamation of her marriage rytes I can neuer quittaâ— with amends your griefes sustayned I cannot recall the wel you lost shall be valued and repayed to you both trebble fold aâ— looke what you lost in Fraunce shall be trebble rewarded hée in Denmark After these large promises they yéelded thanks to his excellencie and rested at Fredricks dispose where leauing them at their expectation I end my Garland of a greene Wit garnished with such flowers as my barren Garden affords FINIS