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A00464
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[Orpheus his iourney to hell and his musicke to the ghosts]
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R. B., fl. 1595.
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1595
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STC 1060; ESTC S110414
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the Prince of Hell and thus reward his loue with thankles hate Thy folly makes me now with sorrow sing The effect of Loue to be a fickle thing Yet to regaine my losses come I heere to plead for mercie at grim Plutoes seat Who when he sees my waight of woes appear and heares me all my sorrowes to repeat Will in his justice say well may I sing That Loues effect is an vnconstant thing And you the watchfull keepers of these ports affoord but me the entrance to those plaines Where euery day so many Ghosts resortes and I wil for requitall of your paines To heauen earth and all their creatures tell How gently I was entertain'd in hell Wlth this the cruell Porter was content to giue him entraÌ„ce through his brazen door Where when he was the Ghostes incontinent came flocking still about him more and more And they that whilest they liu'd had hard his longes For the like pleasure all of them now longes To whome the gentle Thracian not denies but for the better he might get his right With his accustomable harmonies hee gluts their longing sences with delight And makes them all both Ghostes and Furies say Would they might euer more heare Orpheus play Thus pleasantly they passe the foremost portch and now amongst the tortures enter in Where some in scalding mettall frie and scortch the tender superficies of their skin Others do freese to death yet neuer die Whose paines and liues must last eternally All these and many other torturing kindes the force of his sweet musicke did alay And cheer'd againe their now dead drooping mindes that in these torments thus tormented stay And whilest he sung forgets their former vaine The one his nature th' other all his paine Then came he neere a place where hee might see a gliding streame that swiftly runnes away Ouer whose bankes doth hang a broad branch'd tree that with much fruit her boughs to th' earth did sway Vnder whose shade in water to the chin Poore Tantalus is forc'd to labour in Ready to starue for food poore soule hee standes and yet the fruite hangs round about his head But when he striues to catch them with his hand they are conuayd from him with sudden speed And when hee hopes to quench his thirst with drinke Then doth the water settle downe and sinke By him Ixion on a torturing wheele continually is rack'd and torne asunder His bodie yet decayes not any deale but still indures those paines which is a woonder That being rack'd and tortur'd in this rate His bodie should continue in one state There lies Promotheus fastened to the ground vpon whole heart a greedy vulture feedes And wher he feeds new flcsh growes in the the wound and so his hart and hurt doe dayly breed And Sisiphus by him doth make his mone Wearied with labouring vp the tumbling stone To whom when Orpheus came and gan to sing their paines surceast and they were something eas'd Whose harmonie effected such a thing as ther withall the Furies seem'd well pleas'd And all agreed there with one consent To spend that day in hell with merriment Then Tantalus his streame did run no more the tree hung still and stir'd not from his head And he forgot the thirst he had before and thanked Orpheus for his so good deed In this releasing him from that paine Which many years before he did sustaine Then Sisiphus his rowling stone stood still Ixions paines began for to decrease Promotheus Vulture hauing eat her fill from tyring of his heart-strings gan to cease And all the tortures cls that hell containes Did then surcease their plagues and diresul paines And followed Orpheus to the Cypres trees vndet whose shades the wearie Souldiours rest Who sorting there themselues in companies with euerlasting quietnes are blest And in their conterence there again reuiue Th'exploytes they did when as they were aliue There was old Priam and his fiftie sonnes that for their countries honour were supprest The Greeks whose names in euery Poem runs there spend their quiet dayes in peace and rest And he whose loue did win the Carthage Queene Venterous Aeneas rest vpon that greene There gins the Poct once againe relate the waightie cause that drew him to that place In euerie word lamenting his estâ—â—… that hee was borne to suffer 〈◊〉 grace He that had euerie creature at his call Should now stand need for to bee help'd of all You that haue tri'd quoth hee Loues hard euent and the vnconstant kind of womens sect And you whose time in wearie warres was spent which Loue and Louers passions did neglect For pittie sake helpe for to cure my paine By getting my Euridice againe And in your judgmentes view my heauic plight that haue aduentur'd this so dangerous toyle To view the monuments of endlesse night that yeelds no other thing saue rape and spoyle And tell mee then if that for all my paine I bee not woorthy of her loue againe Your toyles that whilom you sustain'd aboue was pleasure vnto these I here abide And all your dangerous quarrels for your loue compar'd with mine may all be set aside Yet could the world deuise a greater paine I would endure to get my loue againe My Loue the sweetest Loue that ere suruiued woonder of heauen and the same of earth Vntimely death vniustly hath depriued and would no longer let her heare my mirth For her sweet sake what would I not sustaine If I might so recouer her againe For Loue thy brother Iour for sooke his glorious high celestiall seate And to a Feere himselfe betooke that with his Daned hee might treat And did himselfe confuse and say Quod Amor vincit omnia Apelle Learnings greatest friend for Daphnes sake came from aboue And doted on her to this end he might on earth enjoy her loue And was the first that ere did say Quod Amor vincit ownia Thus Loue that enrers at the ele and sleely steales downe to the heart There doth ingender fantasie whose issue breeds or joy or smart Perforce enforces all to say Quod Amor vincit omnia This fancie hath set me on fire and furiously inflames my breast Feeding my soule with fierce desire of her whose thought denies me rest And make me sing both night and day Quod Amor vincit omnia Whose faire Idea thou hast hast got To beare Proserpine companie Keeping her close that I might not looke on my faire Euridice Which now with sorrow makes me say Quod Amor vincit omnia Shee stands thee heere in little steed for thou hast many Millions more Then with her loue supply my need and I will sing thy praise therfore And whilest I liue still will I say Quod Amor vincit omnia Plead faire Proserpine for her sake who in her prime of loue decay'd And on her some compassion take which was a wife yet di'd a maid For thou knowst well what joy is bred Enjoying of a Louers bed Fortune and Loue vnconstant friends