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
ships against wind or tide Ichnemon a little worme ouer-comes the Elephant the Viper slayes the Bull the Weasell the Cockatrice and the weakest Waspe stingeth the stoutest man of war The height of heauen is taken by the staffe the bottome of the Sea sounded with lead the farthest Coast discouered by Compasse the secrets of Nature searched by wit the Anatomy of man set out by experience and the abuses of women discouered by their dissembling therefore resolue thy selfe Calipolis shall dye I le 〈◊〉 the Author to deuise her death thou the factour to performe the déede Maister quoth Anthony I knowe women in qualities reâ—â—mble an arrow which getting liberty with wings is carried beyond our reach kept in the Quiuer it is still at commaund or a dog let him slip and he is straight out of sight but hold him in a lease and hee neuer stirres or a Colt giue him the bridle and he flings at liberty but rane him hard and you may rule him or a shyp hoyse the sayles and it runnes on head let fall the Anchor and all is well He runnes farre that neuer turnes and a fault pardoned procures the offender from working displeasure All these similitudes mixed with sighes salt teares could not in any case alter Mountgramets intent so the one resolued she should die the other constrained to commit the déed I will rest and come to the poynt Calipolis accompanied with Anthony had not gone past a mile out of the Citty but Anthony hammering a thousand dispaires in his head procured by her intended death burst foorth into teares Calipolis turning aside her head espyed the teares trickling downe his chéeks Who amazed at the sight desired to know the cause Who fething a heauy sigh and wiping away those streames of teares began as followeth Mistris quoth hee I am forced by nature and loue to disclose to you the sum of my Maisters secrets which are to this effect He eyther suspecting or told some tatling tale touching disloyalty a blemish to marriage rites hath solemnly sworne that nothing should serue nor pardon passe but the losse of your life pay raunsome for so foule a deede And none but I the vnhappiest of all creatures am commaunded to be the instrument of your death therefore good Mistris quoth hee forgiue me though I commit the fact that am giltlesse of the fault Calipolis could no longer abide but burst foorth into these speeches Vnfortunate Calipolis on whom the sun of Fortune neuer shone but Plannets ruled by retrogard aspects Dissembling Ianus didst thou betray me with a Iudas kisse to mount mee to thy chayre of state and now displayes displeasure with the worldâ— sole hate Wherein did I offend Mountgramet in my constancie which hee hath wrested to disloyalty Heauens will witnes my giltlesse hart I thought that no man lyuing equalled Mountgramet in my harts affection so did I loue him well and faithfully for which I am rewarded most vnthankfully Cruell Destinies that determines the end of dayes with such reproch Let any lyuing creature but once obiect and say I did commit the least tytle of defamation to my nuptiall rites and then I rather wish death to pay the raunsome of that misdéed then pardon in hope of after mends But is it Mountgramets minde Calipolis should dye Perhaps it was yet now it may be turned Hard-harted man wherein haue I offended thée in resembling the constant Diamond though thou accountest me a dissembling Demaphou or a Wether-cock that turnes with euery wind Vnnaturall man doost thou weigh downe my good will with vntimely death or present mee with a ponyard that perfumes thée with Roses Whence springs these frantick seats of bedlam iealousie Why should he menace death to her that well deserues What néeds these vaine ambages it is the Fates decrée and they haue swore my death the cruell Destinies haue cut my twisted thred and brought my former blisse to fatall bale Dissembling fortune that smilest at my fall After she had vttered these playnts she desired him to finish the end of her dayes Who hearing the swéete soule willing to receaue the stroke of death began as followeth Mistris quoth he should I commit so foule a deede it were death to my selfe the flying fowles will disclose my villany yea my guilty conscience will bewray my selfe Therefore good Mistres quoth he of two euils the least is to be chosen alter your attire change your state and try your fortune in some forraine Land Perhaps the Fates being thwarted in theyr déeds may turne their frownes to a friendly smile and grace you vnexpected fauours Such is the rigour of my Maisters setled malice that to craue mercy were bootelesse and to séeke for lyfe were labour lost in vaine Therefore to escape the heauy stroke of your vntimely â—eath and my discharge of promise and also displeasure of the Almighty change your attire alter your state become like a Page to get safe passage ouer the Sea shroud your life vnder the wings of Fortune and though it be distresse yet account of it aboue an vndeserued death After hée had vttered these spéeches the teares distilling like Nilus downe her chéekes and after a thousand thanks she gaue him a kindly salute and committed her fortune to the Fates She had not gone a mile after her departure from Anthony but she framed this wofull farewell Calipolis farewell to Fraunce FRaunce with teares adue Mountgramet is vnkind I was to him so true as man could wish in mind But now I proue in vaine I did loue for nothing I am regarded Woe is me alas how comes it to passe my loue should be so rewarded Fond iealous man whence springs this same Thou seekes my discredit staineth my name Heauens will witnes aright I loued Mountgramet so That nothing could content my sight but that which he would doe But all was in vaine though I did remaine so iealous a head had he That had I beene fleeting it seemes by his greeting he could not more suspected me Vnnaturall man why didest thou so Mistrust without cause and nothing didst know Fie on thee false in hart I loued thee ouer-well Though thou doost cause my smart and makes my hart to swell Fie on thee froward crabed and vntoward that condemnes without crime She needs not to mend that nere did offend in all her dayes and time Vnkind in thy loue I breath thee adew This hard-harted dealing will cause thee rew Yeeld Phoebus teares amaine come groane yee Graces three The louing wight is slaine in hart the more pitty Some obscure cloud fayre Phoebe shroud whilst I depart from Fraunce Be darke the day that vnseene I may be bewayle my haples chaunce All pleasures past I must forsake All the glories once I did in pleasure take She hauing ended this Dittie committed her fortunes to Neptune ship and wind seruing for the purpose with which I le rest and come to King Lewis who being passionate fell to these speeches Ah
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