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
affoordeth no reward inconstant Venus whose lawes are tyrranies whose fauors misfortunes strumpet as thou art I disdaine to call thée Goddesse thou and the bastard brat thy sonne now show your power your deity and take reuenge on me for how ere your colours be my calamities cannot be more and merciles women whose faces are lures whose beauties are baytes whose lookes are nets whose words are charmes and all to bring men vnto ruine and last yet most Calipolis borne of a Tigar nursed of the Wolfes in Siria beautifull yet ouer base fayre but vnfit louely yet not to be loued of Solinar Thus rowing in the tempestious seas of his appetites guided by a Marriner that delights in the shipwrack of those hee carrieth perplexed with a thousand cogitations so extreame was the force of loue and the sparks so cruell that patience could not extinguish the vaparous heate nor salt teares quench the fiery flames that wanton loue had kindled in his breast So on the suddaine he betooke him to his couch in hope that sléepe would haue qualified his newe come passions So laying his head vpon the carefull pyllow intending to nod his head fell to hammering another matter plotting a secrete meanes to obtaine his new come loue so restlesse turning from side to side though his bones aked not his head was brused and his wits were a wooll gathering Thus tumbling no long space on the restlesse pillow but vp he got and taking his Lute first framed out some dolefull tune and hauing fitted his purpose he fingered his pen and in a perplexed humor he writ this ditty Solinars Dittie LIngering in loue and like to die hey ho hey ho my poore hart I freeze amaine and yet I fry Now fie vpon this extreame smart What pleasing paines is paltry loue hey ho hey ho that 's my greefe I still condemne but neuer proue a froward way to finde releefe Delight prognosticates my death hey ho hey ho woe is mee Pangs doe stop my vitall breath comfort is fled no ioy I see Accursed were mine eyes to gaze hey ho hey ho worse lucke mine Her beauty made mee stand amaze so gay did glaunce her glorious eyne Vpon her browes did Venus play hey ho hey ho Mars did cry If poult foote Vulcan were away then Mars in loue would make a try But Vulcan lay slumbring on her lap hey ho hey ho blacke is he Could I but catch her in a trap full sure tormented Vulcan should be For he is blacke and would become hey ho hey ho the Cuckolds horne T is quickly said but were it done Venus would the Black-smith scorne Hauing finished this Ditty and finding opportunitie as the saying is The Cat béeing away the Mouse will play hee setled himselfe vnder her Chamber window and so warbled foorth this Ditty The siluer strings of the Lute was so heauenly that the eccho of the swéet sounde awaked the Saint from her sléepe and mounting from her night couch opened the casement and vttered these words What sweete melodious tunes are these that ecchoes sweet harmony to my dying soule Ah say sweete haplesse friende what 's cause of all your dolefull tunes Mee thinkes they increase a second heauen in my hart then blush not man take courage and comfort your selfe and if your helpe bee in mine hands assure your selfe to obtaine salue for your sore be it no impeach to my honest name Solinar ouercloyed with ioyes at the fauourable words vttered by Calipolis fetching a heauie sigh frō the center of his hart curtained his face with a suddaine blush and replied in this sort Farre be it from my hart to think of such base vilanies as might in question Lady call your name yet is the matter of such consequent standing vpon the credite of my state too affected with zeale and secrecie as should I speake and faile in my expectation it would redownd greatly to my preiudice Calipolis knew by the shoe where the foote was pinched for loue cannot be hidden day appeares at little holes and the least sparke of wilde fire setteth a house on flame The sting of loue woundeth deadly to the hart therefore shee encouraged him in this manner fayning as though she perceiued nothing Sweete friend if the cause of your complaints be according to the tennor of your protestations assure your selfe to receiue comfort to your owne content and to pacifie your passions with pleasant ioy therefore frolike in thine attempt speake thy fill if thou faile in thy desire imagin I am either too coy or thy selfe too curious Shee hauing vttered these wordes Solinar in breefe began to breathe out his passions but Fortune who is constant in nothing but vnconstancie alwaies inclined to crosse mens courses did breake them from their chat in this manner Baltegar one that had beene of long continuance a friendly fauorite to Calipolis Fortune so spightfully thwarted his endeuours that he could neuer obtaine personally to speake to her til the Fates had plotted this time and place of opportunitie and finding Solinar so conuersant with her he so highly fauoured Loue that Tyrant so stirred his stomack that hardly coulde hee holde his hands from murther yet at last he began in this manner Presumptious Solinar whose peremtory attempts deserues the gurdon of death darest thou presume to court that Saint in whom I haue shrined my hart the Goddesse whom I adore accounting of her as my second selfe therefore hands of or els behold thy death drawing his ponyard These hard euents amazed Solinar greatly yet putting on good courage he replyed to this effect Good sir quoth he are you priuiledged in loue or so tied to the beauty of a woman that no man may looke vpon her but your selfe had the Gods fauoured me with such a priuiledge I durst aduenture without request to shew it To this replied Baltegar suffiseth beauty is my priuiledge if that suffise not inquisitiue Solinar heere is my weapon to authorise it With that Calipolis as one amazed at these hard euents beeing a woman so constant as no Circes with all her charines nor Calipsoes inchantments could once preuaile a iote to blemish her affection shée was constant Silera and not a dissembling Helin shée estéemed more of an ounce of honestie then a pound of paltry stuffe so wrincking her browes beautifying her face with an angry blush beganne in thys manner What meanes these vaine ambages t is not vnknowne to the better of you both that Calipolis is trothed Spouse to Mountgramet and such a one as scornes to staine her marriage rites with such base reproch or the vertue of an honest name with the infamous slaunder of a naughty Packe or a wonder to the worlds sole eye Baltager impatient to heare her prattle enforced by loue broke forth into these speeches Mistresse quoth he fayre Helens nuptials of Greece were solemnized yet prooued shee vnconstant to Menelaus and forsooke the delicates of Sparta and what enforced that but loue Admit she did sayd Calipolis
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
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