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Hiren: or The faire Greeke: By William Barksted, one of the seruants of his Maiesties reuels
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Barksted, William, fl. 1611.
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force more then charmes or spels And in sweet language hopes desires foretels Ah louely Greeke what heart hast thou quoth he What art thou made of fire dissolueth yee Tygers relent yet thou l't not pitty me 37 Dwel'st thou on forme I can confirme thee than Sibilla liues to tell she did repent Let Latmus speake what it of Delia can And it will eccho her loue-languishment Chaste eyes sometimes reflect kind blandishment Beside thy soueraigne will thy subiect be Once a great king now a despised man A vassall and a slaue to Loue and thee 38 Why dost thou weep t is I shold drown mine eies And burst my heart with languor and dispaire I whom thy vnrelenting thoughts despise I who can woo thee by no sute nor prayer Yet doating mad for thee ô cruell faire I sweare by this diuine white daizy-hand The loue I beare thee in my heart it lies Whose searching fire no reason can withstand 39 Wilt thou be mine here shalt thou liue with me Free'd from oppression and the Souldiers lust Who if thou passe my Tent will seize on thee And they are rude and what they will thou must O do not to the common Kestrels trust They are not as the Eagles noble kinde But rough and daring in all villany Honor with me with them scarce safety finde 40 Honor and safety both in true loue is And Mahomet is zealous ô loue him With him ioy euery thing that tasts of blisse Pompe honor pleasure shews and pastimes trim Care dwels not where he dwels nor sorrow grim Onely till now that he for Hiren mournes A Greeke whom he would bring to paradice He ner'e took thought but now he sighs burns 41 Wilt thou be his on thee shall waite and tend A traine of Nymphs and Pages by thy side With â—aunes horse coach musicke which shall lend The spheares new notes in their harmonies pride When thou wilt walke and publikly be ey'd To bring thee in thy hie way cloath'd with flowers Shall sent like Tempe when the graces send To meet each other in those fragrant bowers 42 At home shall comick Masques night disports Conduct thee to thy pillow and thy sheetes And all those reuels which soft loue consorts Shall entertaine thee with their sweetest sweets And as the warlike God with Venus meetes And dallies with her in the Paphian groue Shall Mahomet in bed shew thee such sports As none shall haue but she which is his loue 43 Againe No more againe saies she great king I know you can do much and all this to But tell me when we loose so deere a thing Shame can we take pride in in publike shew Think you the adulterate owle then wold not so No no nor state nor honor can repure Dishonor'd sheet's nor lend the owle daies wing Ignoble shame a King cannot recure 44 Now say mine eies cheeks are faire what then Why so are yours yet do I dote on you Beauty is blacke defam'd by wicked men And yet must euery beauty make men sue Too good is worse then bad you seeme too true Too easie passionate loue-sicke and kinde Then blame not me that cannot so soone ren Your course the fault is in your forward minde 85 But say great prince I had a wanton eye Would you adde Syrius to the sommer sunne And whurle hote flaming fire where tow doth lie By which combustion all might be vndone For loke how mightier greater Kings do run Amisse the fault is more pernicious And opens more to shame and obloquy Then what we erre in or is done by vs. 46 A Monarch and a mighty Conquerour To doate proues euery woman is his better But I 'le be true to thee said he One houre Said she but what for truth when it is fitter We keepe our own then haue a doubtful debter But I will sweare said he So Iason did Replide faire Hiren yet who faithlesse more or more inconstant to his sworne loues bed 47 Too many mirrors haue we to behold Of mens inconstancy and womens shame How many margent notes can we vnfold Mourning for virgins that haue bene too blame And shall I then run headlong to the flame I blush but it is you should be ashamed For know if that you neuer haue beene told Vertue may be inforc'd but not defamed 48 Faire louely Prince let warre your triumphs be Go forward in the glittering course you run The kingly Eagle strikes through Atomie Those little moates that barre him from the Sun Then let not both of vs be here vndone You of your Conquest I of Chastitie And pardon my rude speech for lo you see I plead for life and who 's not loath to dye 49 Death of my fame which oft proues mortal death Witnesse the Prince-forc'd chaste Lucretia Ere I like her be rap'd ô reaue my breath And gainst thy nature take a yeelding pray That will embrace death before thee this day If thou loue me shew it in killing me Thy sword had neuer yet a chaster sheath Nor thou nor Mahound a worse enemy 50 He heard nor this nor ought of what she said For all his senses now were turn'd to eyes And with such fired gaze he view'd this maid That sure I thinke not Hermes mysteries Nor all his Caducean nouelties That flow from him like a slye winding streame To which the Gods gladly their eares haue laid Could once haue mou'd him from this waking dreame 51 But sighes he sends out on this embassie Liegers that dye ere they returne againe Poore substitutes to coape with chastity She knew the pleading of their Liege was vaine And all his teares like to a Mel-dew raine That falles vpon the floures to defloure Yet for t was tedious she did aske him why Each sigh was o're him such a conquerour 52 By heauen he swore and made his Eunuch start I sigh to coole Loues fire then kist her hand For know thou wonder of the Easterne part He need not counterfeite that can command But by thy middle Cupids coniuring wand I am all loue and faire beleeue my vow Sprung from a Souldier now a louers heart He sweares to loue that neuer lou'd till now 53 Not halfe so faire was Hellen thy pre'cessor On whom the firy brand of Troy did dote For whom so many riuall kings to succour Made many a mountaine pine on Symois floate Whilst fame to this day tels it with wide throat Hector fell wounded in that warlike stir Peleus did faint Aiax that lusty warriour Then blame not me that loue one far ' boue her 54 Nature deuis'd her owne despaire in thee Thine eye not to be match'd but by the other Doth beare the influence of my destiny And where they stray my soule must wander thither Beauty of beauty mother of Loues mother All parts he praises coming to her lip Currall beneath the waues vermilion dye And being so neere he wold not ouerslip 55 Now tyres the famish'd Eagle on his pray Incorporating his rude lips
Hiren OR The faire Greeke By William Barksted one of the seruants of his Maiesties REVELS OVID. non paruas animo dat gloria vires Et fecunda facit pectora laudis amor LONDON Printed for Roger Barnes and are to be sold at his shop in Chancery lane ouer against the Rolles 1611. TO THE HEROICKE HEros HENRY Earle of Oxenford Vicount Bulbeck c. SIr if my vnpolish't pen that dedicates now The bashfull vtterance of a maiden Muse May gracefully arriue onely to you Which for her virgin sake do not refuse Time and more studious howers shall we vow To sing your vertues which are now profuse Kings haue drunke water from a louing hand And truth 's accepted though we paint her poore The Poets say the Gods that can command Haue feasted gladly on a poore mans store Whereby great Sir we haue to vnderstand That humble Riuers adde to the sea shore Liue long and happy and with gray haires crown'd Reade thy youths acts which fame shall euer sound Your honors obseruant seruant WIL. BARKSTED The faire Greeke 1 OF Amuraths yong spleenfull sonne I sing His sonne who to the Strand of Hellespont And to the great Sea-cost his bounds did bring Whose Empire so the Grecians did confront That euen from â—indus and Thomao Mont From darke Morea to Corinthian streights From Burgon to Hungaria's broken wing His Nauy fetch'd contributary freights 2 Yong Mahomet the wanton of her eie Which teacheth wars taught his nonage daies That gaue such hansell of his tyranny In those first battails and apprentize sayes Which did so hotly dart their early rayes On Sigismond or that wherein was tane Philip the noble Duke of Burgondy With him kept prisoner ô farre better slaine 3 Yong Mahomet to Greece the fatall scourge Which thither death and desolation brought Euen to the faire Constantinoples veirdge The Grecian Empires chaire the which he sought For which a huge digested army fought And at the last distressed Constantine And of all Christians did the Citty purge O shame to Europes Peeres and Kings diuine 4 Let Italy take heed the New-moone threats To reare his hornes on Romes great Capitall And doth not Rome deserue such rough defeats That should be mother of compassion all And coünite the states and principall In league and loue which now for trifles iarre The Persian Sophy shames our Christian feats Who with the Souldan ioynes gainst Turkish war 5 Had Constantine that three times sacred Prince Beene rescu'd then by power of Christendome Mathias neuer should haue crau'd defence Of Germanes English Spanish France and Rome Taxes of warre to these climes had not come Nor yet the Turke with all his barbarous hoast Durst with the Catholikes such war commence Where now they haue heard their drums feard their hoast 6 Who reads or heares the losse of that great town Constantinople but doth wet his eyes Where litle babes froÌ„ windows were pusht down Yong Ladies blotted with adulteries Old fathers scourg'd with all base villanies O mourne her ruine and bewish the Turke eternall depriuation of his Crowne That durst for paganisme such outrage worke 7 When Mahomet had man'd the wals the towne surpriz'd Great grew the slaughter bloudy waxt the fight Like Troy where all was fir'd and all despis'd But what stood gracious in the victors sight Such was the wo of this great citty right Here lay a Saint throwne downe here a Nun Rude Sarazens which no high God agnis'd Made all alike our wofull course to run 8 And in this deadly dealing of sterne death And busie dole of euery Souldiers hand Where swords were dul'd with robbing men of breath Whil'st rape with murder stalk't about the land And vengeance did performe her own command and where 't was counted sin to thinke amisse There no man thought it till to do all scath O what doth warre respect of bale or blisse 9 There stood an ancient Chappel next the Court Where sacred Bishops said their morrow Masse And sung sweet Anthems with a loud report To that eternall God-head whose sonne was Sequestred from the Trinity to passe Vnder the burthen of the holy Crosse For our redemption whose death did retort The sting of Sathan and restor'd our losse 10 Hither was got of silly maides some few Whom happily no Souldier yet had seas'd Tendring their spotlesse vows in child-cold dew Of virgin teares to haue the heauens appeas'd But teares too late must be too soone displeas'd And hither like a Tyger from the chase Reeking in bloudy thoughts and bloudy shew Came Amurath himselfe to sacke the place 11 In Armour clad of watchet steele full grim Fring'd round about the sides with twisted gold Spotted with shining stars vnto the brim Which seem'd to burn the spheare which did theÌ„ hold His bright sword drawn of temper good and old A full moone in a sable night he bore On painted shield which much adorned him With this short Motto Neuer glorious more 12 And as a Diamond in the dark-dead night Cannot but point at beames on euery side Or as the shine of Cassiopae a bright Which make the zodiacke where it doth abide Farre more then other planets to be ey'd So did faire Hirens eyes encounter his And so her beames did terror strike his sight As at the first it made e'm vale amisse 13 O that faire beauty in distresse should fall For so did she the wonder of the east At least if it be wondrous faire at all That staines the morning in her purple nest With guilt-downe cursed Tresses rosy drest Reflecting in a comet wise admire To euery eye whom vertue might appall And Syren loue inchant with amorous fire 14 A thousand Bashawes and a thousand more Of Ianizaries crying to the spoile Come rushing in with him at euery dore That had not Loue giuen Barbarisme the foile The faire had beene dishonored in this while But ò when beauty strikes vpon the heart What musicke then to euery sence is bore All thought resigning them to beare a part 15 For as amongst the rest she kneel'd sad weeping In tender passion by an altars side And to a blessed Saint begins her creeping He stood loue-wounded what should her betide Whilst she saw him turned round well nie died Let darknes shroud quoth she my soule in night Before my honor be in Mahounds keeping Prisoner to enuy lust and all vnright 16 O if thou beest a Souldier lend thy sword To ope the bosomes where yet neuer lay Ignoble Souldier nor imperious Lord Of all whom war hath grip'd into her sway Onely remaine we few let not this day Begin with vs who neuer did offend Or else do all of vs one death afford If not kill me who ne'r was Pagans friend 17 But now said Mahomet thou shall be mine Thine eies haue power to such a great mans hart If then they worke on me to make me thine Say thou art wrong'd dishonor doth impart No loue where he may force but mine thou