The pitifull Death oft for Life doth give Agam Your pity then the Virgin slayes I guesse Pyrrhus To slay a maid now think'st it wickednesse Agam It doth become a King for to prefer His Countrey t' his Children Pyrrhus No Law doth spare The Captive nor their punishment impede Agam But shame does what the Law doth not forbid Pyrrhus The Victor may do what he list by Law Agam He least of all should do who freely may Pyr. Why brag'st thou thus when it was Pyrrhus broke These conquered the ten years heavy yoak Agam 25 Scyros such valour breed Pyrrhus The same which knows 26 No brothers Villany Agam Which waves inclose Pyrrhus Forsooth our Kin I of the noble breed Of Atreus and Thyestus have heard Agam And I of thee conceiv'd in furtive play 28 B'a maid got by Achilles yet a Boy Pyrrhus The same Achilles whose Kin sparsed be Throughout the worlds Whose with the Gods The Sea With Thetis Hell with 29 Aeacus and Heaven 30 With Jove he holds Agam The same Achilles given To Death by Paris hand Pyrrhus The same whom hand To hand none of the Gods durst yet withstand Agam I can cease brawling truly and represse With punishment this your audaciousnesse But my Sword knows how to spare Captives Let Calchas the Gods interpreter be fet If Fates require I 'le yeild Enter Calchas Thou who didst set The Crecian 31 Fleet loose from their bonds and let To Wars who dost the Poles unlock To whom Beasts intrails Comets Thunder what to come Doth shew whose Oracles hath cost me wide dammage O Calchas with thy Councel guide Us and what God ordains do thou declare Calchas With wonted price their way the Grecians are To buy so Fates do Grant A maid must slain Be on the Tomb of the Thessalian Prince drest as the Thessalians when they wed Or like a 32 Ionian or a Mycene bride Pyrrhus must to his Father give the Maid So 't will be rightly done Not this hath staid Alone our Ships blood's due to blood 't is higher Than thine Polyxena the Fates require Astyanax thrown from a Tower shall be And lucky dye Then spread your Sails at Sea Exeunt omnes Enter Chorus of Trojan Women Is' t true Or fools do tales deceive That Soules 1 the Bodies buryed live 2 When next of kin shall close the eyes Last day obstruct the light of Skies And Urns sad ashes last enclose It boots not Soules to give to those Or is' t that wretches longer are Dye we not all of us no share Remains when with last flying breath The Soul past into Aire is with The mixed clouds and the bare trunk Into th' 3 funerall fire sunk Whatsoe're the Sun from East to West Beholds the Sea with blew waves prest In 's flux or reflux wets age will VVith a 4 Pegasian Motion spill VVith what pace the twelve Signes do fly VVith what course through the year doth hie The Stars Lord with what haste in her Oblique course 5 Hecate doth stir To death we run who once attains The 6 Stygian Lake no more remaines As the black fume which from the fire Mounts doth in a short space expire As 7 Boreas doth assunder blow The rain-big clouds we saw but now Just so flies hence our guide the breath After Death nothing Nothing 's Death Of a short life the last end Let The Greedy hope the Sad feare set Aside Where thou shalt be do'st quaere aside When dead where the unborn now are 8 Time us and Chaos doth devour Body and Soul yields to Death's power 9 The Realm of Dis and 10 Taenarus And the three-headed 11 Cerberus The black and Cruel monster that Sits Porter at th' unfacil gate Are idle tailes vain words and seem Like fables in a pensive Dream Act the III. Scene the I. Enter Andromach Senex Astyanax ANd why sad Trojans tare you thus your hairs Why knock your breasts wet your cheeks with tears Our ills are light if we can weep But now When long before to me fell Troy to you 1 When Acchillis drew my Hector's limbs o' th ground Whose burden made the Chariot grone I found Troy then o'return'd and fall'n By Ills I 'm made Dull stiff and without sense Were I not stay'd By my Astyanax after my husband I Would quickly follow He forbids to die 'T is he my Courage tames and makes me move As yet with some request the Gods above Time adds unto my misery The Chief * * Security to fear nothing Fruit of all ills h'as rob'd me of for grief But not for better luck a way is left Most wretched 't is to fear of Hope bereft Senex What sudden fear is this afflicts thee thus Andro. From one mischief a greater spring there do's The Fate of falling Troy yet has no end Senex What harms can God find if he would to send Andro. The dores and dens of Styx are op'd and from The bottom of his tomb our foe doth Come Lest that we dread should want Alone must the Way backward previous to the Grecians be Sure Death is Equal Common is the fright Which fears and grieves the Trojans What to night Scar'd me in sleep belong to me it may Senex What Sighs portend such fear declare I pray Andro. Two parts of Cherishing Night were almost fled And the Sev'n Stars bright wain was turn'd to bed When rest not usual did sad me surprise And a short sleep crep't o're my weari'd eyes Or rather Scupor of a mind be-scar'd When straight wayes Hector 'fore mine eyes appear'd Not as when he upon the Argives set And sought with flaming pines to burn their fleet Nor as when he the slaughter'd Grecians fought And they true Spoyles from 2 feign'd Achillis brought His Countenance no glorious beamings had But like to ours dejected was and sad His hair disorder'd hung And yet I Joy'd To see him when shaking his head he said Awake O faithful wife and take thy Son Let him be hid he is thy Hope alone Leave weeping Mourn'st thou for the fall of Troy Would that might onely fall Make hast the Boy The small stock of our house remove I shook With horror and cold shivering awoke Trembling my Eyes I cast now here now there The Child forgot I wretch for Hector quaere But the vain shade did through my hands retire O Child true off-spring of thy mighty Sire The Trojans onely hope and of our sad House and most ancient and most noble blood The onely stock How like thy Sire just that Visage my Hector had and such a gate And habit so he did 's strong hands advance His shoulders rear Threat with his Countenance So his spread hair his shoulders did adorn Too late for Troy too soon for me tho' art born Shall that day be that happy day when that Defender and Avenger of Troy's state Thou Pergamus rebuild shalt and bring home The Sparsed Citizens render the name To Troy and to the Trojeans Of my Fate I
for me to fear Your ills are by partakers easie made Me both the Greeks and Trojans ires invade You know not yet whose Pris'ners you shall be Without a Lot my Lord will straight take me I Cause of these wars and Troy's overthrow But 't was your fleet on Spartane Seas did row But if the Phrygians me a prey did make 9 Being Venus gift for her victory's sake Then pardon Paris Angery Menalaus Will shortly sharply Judge my Crime and Cause O Andromach stop thou thy tears and gain Polyxena to wedd I cann't refrain From weeping Andromach O what mighty Evill's this That Helen weeps why weeps she Tell what is Ulysses plot what wickedness doth he Contrive what must the Maid cast headlong be From the Idaean rocks must she be sent From the high Tower's highest Battlement Or from those rocks must she into the vast Sea which Segeon's clef• side bounds be cast Tell tell what 's hid in thy deceitful breast Alass this evill's worse than all the rest That Hecuba's and Priam's Son in Law Pyrrhus should be What plagues preparest say Shew and let 's not in our Misfortunes be Beguil'd To die we ready are you see Helena Would Calchas also would Command me to With Sword the Stays of hated life undoe Or that I might by Pyrrhus's cursed hand Be slain before Achilles tomb and stand O Polyxen a part'ner in thy woo Achilles doth Command that thou be to Him given that thou thy life ' fore's ashes yield That he thy Spouse may be i th' Elysian field An. See with what joy her death pronounc'd she hears With Princely ornaments her self she tires Her hair she suffers to be Curl'd It seems She Mariage Death and Death a Mariage deems But see my Mother swoons at this sad news She faints Arise take Courage Mother use Courage take heart How small a thread doth stay Her parting Soul A small thing Hecuba Can happy make She breaths She lives thus still Desired death fly from the wretched will Hecuba Doth yet Achilles Live to punish us Rebels he yet O Paris 10 hand that thus So lightly struck His Tomb and ashes they Thirst for our blood About my side a gay 11 Troop once did stand I wearied was to deal My Kisses and my Love amongst them all This onely 's left Hecuba's onely Child Companion joy she who my griefs beguild 12 I onely her call Child Unhappy still Fly hence Soul case me of this onely ill See Tears bedew her Cheeks a sudden shower From her dejected Countenance doth power Be glad O Child Cassandra would rejoyce Or Andromach to be espoused thus Andr. 'T is we 't is we O Hecuba 't is we Should be lamented scatter'd on the Sea And up and down dispers'd But Helen then Shall her dear Earth and Country see agen He You 'd grudge my State more did you know your own Andromach Is any part of my Torment unknown Helena The Fickle lot hath giv'n you masters shall Andramach Whose Servant who must I master Call Helena The * * Pyrrhus Scyrian youth by Lot doth Challenge thee Andromach Happy Cassandra 12 Phaebus sets thee free Helena The General has her Hecuba Is Hecuba by any claim'd Helena Thou art Ulisses's prey Hecuba What Cruel and unjust Lot sorting Guide Was this Princes to Princes that deny'd What God the Captives lots thus badly drew What Cruel Judge who for poor wretches knew Not how to chuse them Lords And whose dire hand Has gi'n us such unequal Fates who send Doth Hectar's mother to 13 Achilles Arms I 'm to Ulysses sent And now all harms Captivity and Death doth me behem Not of my Bondage but my Lord I am Asham'd He Hector's spoyle doth bear who does Achilles Arms bear Land that Seas inclose And barren shall that hold my grave Away Ulysses lead me for I make no stay My Lord I follow me my Fates The Sea May it no Calm retain But let it be With Winds disturb'd The Fates of Priamus And of my self wars Fire follow us So shall my pain prove gain to me so that Such prize Ulysses by his Lot may get But Pyrrhus with a hasty pace doth run And Cruel Look why stay'st thou Pyrrhus Come Priamus and She Pierce my breast too and let us now Conjoyne Old Priam's Murtherer fit this blood of mine Is by thee to be shed Polyxena Take hence and with her Cruel death beray The Gods above and eke below why should I you beseech To such rites Seas I would Have answerable On your mighty fleet And Ship that Carries me all Curses light Chorus Companions Sweeten Grief 't is found Less hard when Cries whole Swarmes resound Sorrow and Tears more gently bite When Troops with like tears are in sight Great grief desires still to see Many fellows in Miserie And not alone the pain to bear None nills when all suffer a share No man wretched himself doth hold If all are so Men rich in Gold Remove Remove all such that use To Cut rich land with a hunder'd ploughs And then the poors Cast minds will rise None 's poor but when he rich espies In great mishaps 't is Sweet to see In Sadness every face agree He doth his fate moan and deplore Who naked gains the sought-for shore By swiming from Shipwrack alone He danger less and 's Chance doth moan Who a Thousand ships did see Together swallow'd by the Sea Whilst Shipwrack'd planks spread on the Shore When that the 1 North-west wind doth rore Holding back the Constrained waves 2 Phrixus for Helle's drowning raves When that the Golden-fleeced Ram On 's guilded back bore she and him And she sell thence into the Sea 3 Deucalion and Pyrrha they When they nothing beheld but waves Where all but they had made their graves Griev'd less together Alass all we Anon shall seperated be And tossed Ships disjoyn our tears When that the Sayles the Mariners At Trumpet sound shall hoist and when With winds and hasty oars they from The flying Shores hast to the Deep What State of mind shall wretches keep When Seas increase and Earth grows small When 4 Ida high lye hidden shall Then Children to their Mothers they To th' Children where Troy stood shall shew And poynting with their fingers Cry That 's Troy where the Smoak on high Creeps to Heav'n The Trojans so By black Smoak shall their Country know Act the V. Scene the I. Nuncius Andromach Hecuba O Dire Cruel horrid miserable fare So sad and Cruel wickedness begat This ten years wars had not Andromacha's Grief shall I first Condole or Hecuba's Whose ills some e're thou moan'st thou mine dost Moan All others ills I bear they but their own For me all 's spoyl'd all wretches mine remain Nun. The Child 's flung from the Tow'r the Maid is slain But both bore death with an Heroick minde Andr. That double ill shew how to death assign'd Go to tell all for my indurate heart Desires to hear o' th' mischief every part Nun. 1
turn Now here now there her anxious steps she bears My words receiveth at her Careful Ears She fears more than she Mourns Here 's work for wit To Andromach again That parents ease to parents give 't is fit Thou may'st rejoyce that thou dost want thy Son Whom a most Cruel Death did waite upon For from the Tower that which remains alone Of Troy he should have been cast headlong downe Andromach My feeble limbs do shake my Spirit 's lost My blood grows stiffe bound with a frigid frost Aside Vlysses See how she trembles This is the way to do 't Fear has detected her Now I 'le renew't Aside To the Souldiers they seek about Go Go make hast bring forth where e're he 's hid The Greeks last plague hid by his mothers fraud 7 So so he 's Caught Go to Make hast He'r lead To Andromach Why look'st thou back and fear'st Thy Son is dead Andro. Would I might fear This is accustom'd fear What we learn long we cannot soon forbear Vlysses Since that the youth a purging Sacrum may Not be nor we our Prophet thus obey He being snatch'd by a more gentle Fate 8 Thus Calchas saith Our ships may remigrate If Seas to please we Hector's ashes spread About and 's Tomb with th' Earth be equal made Since he escap'd has the appointed fate Our hand this Sacred Seat must violate aside Andro. What shall I do my mind a double fear Distracts My Son the ashes of my dear Husband O Hector I to witness Call The Cruel Gods the True thy 9 Ghosts an all Nought but thy self in my Son pleaseth me May he live then for to be like to thee Shall 's ashes merged be his Tomb pull'd down Shall I let 's bones into the Sea be thrown First let * * Astyanax him die But Can'st thou see him sent To death hurl'd down from the high battlement I will I 'le suffer 't I will indure 't that the Dead by the victor's hand mayn't dammag'd be He may be sensible of pain at rest The Fates have placed him Why waverest Determine which thou'lt save Do'st doubt ingrate This is thy Hector Both are Hecters yet This is alive revenge perhaps he may His dead Father Both cann't be sav'd Delay Why dost save him the Greeks do fear Vlysses I will Distroy this Tomb and th' Oracle fulfill Andromach 10 That which ye sold Vlysses I will the Sepulchre Rase to the Ground Andromach The help of Gods deter Achilles Faith I Call O Pyrrhus thy Sire's gift desend Vlysses This Tomb shall by and by O're all the field be spread Andromach Such villanies The Greeks yet have not dar'd 11 of Deities Your friends you violated have the Fain Your Rage yet spar'd the Tombs I 'le you restrain My naked hands yours arm'd shall set upon Wrath Strength will Give As the fierce 12 Amazon Beat down the Grecian Troops As 13 Menas strook By Bacchick fury all the forrests shook With her Enthean rage and furnished With 14 Thyrsus mad ne'r felt the wounds she made So in the midst I 'le rush a Mate become To 's Ashes in defending of his tombe Ulysses Cease ye what doth a simple womans do to the soldiers And fury move Obey and quickly too Andr. O slay me first foil hell break Fates delay Hector remove the Earth So that you may Ulysses tame Thy Ghost can do 't See see He shakes the weapons Hurleth fires do yee See Hector or do onely I Ulysses Down down With 't to the Ground Andromach What do'st shall overthrown Aside Thy Son and Husband be together pray The Greeks perhaps you pacifie them may The massy ruines of the Tomb will strait Crush th' hidden wretch O rather let his Fate Be some where else lest that the Father kill The Son the Son the Father's ashes spill I suppliant at thy feet do fall although To Ulysses My hands did ne'r such humble postures know I lay them at thy Feet Ulysses hear My pious prayers gently patient bear Pity a Mother And the higher thou By th' Gods art rais'd unto the fallen shew Less rigor who the needy helps doth gain So may'st thou thy 15 chast wife's bed see again So may thy sight extend thy Fathers years Thy Son receive thee May thy voteful prayers In thy Son's virtues more then answer'd be His grand-sires age thy ingenuitie May he surpass The Mother pity save My onely Joy Ulysses Bring forth thy Son and Crave Act the III. Scene the III. Andromach Vlysses Astyanax MIserable wretch Come from thy Den Andromach calls Astyanax from the Tomb he comes out See here The Child Ulysses who your Ships doth fear Submit thy self fall prostrate on thy face At thy Lord's feet intreat Nor think that base Which fortune to the wretched hath assign'd Thy Kingly Grand-fathers put from thy mind And famous Priamus's mighty Power Hector forget and like a Captive bear Thy Self with bended knees If tho' art not sensible as yet of Death Yet imitate thy mothers Tears Troy hath Once seen the 1 tears of her young Princely heir The fierce 3 Alcides threats removed were By little Priamus That fierce one who 4 Did monsters by his mighty Strength subdue Who broke hell's gates returned thence yet he Was by the tears of 's little Enemie O'recome Take here said he the reins possesse Thy Father's seat and Throne more 2 faith express In ruling now His Captives not repent We should By Hercules learn to relent Must onely Hercules's 5 arrows please As good as Priamus here suppliant lies Before thy feet his life he begs as for The Realm he that to Fortune doth refer Ulys The Mourning of this ' frighted mother sore Aside Moves me but yet the Grecian dames move more To whom this Child great Sorrow once may yield Andromach Shall he this ruin'd City e're rebuild Shall these hands Troy erect No hopes Troy has If such as these we ruin'd are alass Not so that we to any fear may Cause Doth's Father Cause this rigor 6 True the place Hector himself after Troys downfall would Have left his Courage by such great Ills Cool'd If punishments you seek worse can you lack Than to the yoak to use his noble neck Sure he may serve who ' le this a King deny Ulysses 'T is Calchas this denies to you not I. Andromach Author of Fraudes worker of Cruelty None in the wars did by thy valour die By the Sly fraudes of thy infected minde 7 Greeks too have fallen Why dost thou pretend The Prophet and the Guiltless Gods when this Night Champion of thy own devising is Tho' art valiant to slay a Child 'T is now Alone by day thou any thing dar'st doe Ulysses Ulysses valour to the Greeks is known Enough too much to you I may n't in vain Words Spend the day Our Anchors way'd will be Andr. Grant some short stay whilst that I render the Last duties of a Parent to my Childe And have my griefs by my last Clippings fill'd
Trojan wars although he had liv'd Annos bis centum tunc tertia vivitur aetas Two Ages then he in the third did live 5 Guiles and Guise When she hid him as in the second note 6 Telephus 7 The same knew how to wound and heal Telephus the K. of Mysia denying Achilles passage through his Country when he went to the wars of Troy they incountered together in which battle Telephus was wounded by Achilles for which wound he could attain no remedy Thereupon the Oracle being Consulted it was answered that he must seek the help from that which wounded him being then reconcil'd to Achilles he granted him some of the rust from that Speare with which he was wounded which immediately cured his wound 8 Thebos A City in Cilicia the Country of 9 Aelion The father of Andromach 10 Lyrnessus A City under the dition of Troy and the Country of 11 Briseis Otherwise Hippodamia who after the taking of the City fell by lot to Achilles 12 And Chrysa Cause of strife to us A City of Cilicia under the government of Mynes the husband of Briseis who was slain by Achilles When this City was taken Chrysis otherwise Astynome the daughter of Chryses the Priest of Apollo Smintheus was taken away by Agamemnon for whom her father with prayers and intreaties implored Agamemnon but not prevailing he sought aid of the God he Serv'd who forthwith annoy'd the Grecians Camp with so great a pestilence that Agamemnon was inforc'd to redeliver him his daughter being perswaded to it by Achilles But Agamemnon being enraged at the loss of his prize forceably took Brefeis from Achilles which begat an implacable feud between those two Princes insomuch that Achilles by no intreaties could be perswaded to the wars till Patroclus whom he dearly lov'd was slain in whose revenge he fought against Troy 13 Famous Tenedos An Island over against Troy very famous before those wars Tenedos notissima famâ Iusula dives opum Priami dum regna manebant Tenedos the Isle well Known By fame and rich whilst Priam held the Crown Virg. Aenaeid 1. 14 Thracian flocks It may be that the Greeks put their horses there to pasture which they might take from Rhesus King of Thrace which lay opposite to Tenedos 15 Sacred Cilla A Town in Cilicia famous for the Fane of Apollo 16 Caycus A river of Mysia running through the fields of Pergamus 17 Memnon See note 4 Act the first 18 The Amazon Penthesilea the Queen of the Amazons 19 To Helen Immolate that is for her sake rather than retard the fleet See note first second Act Scene first 20 Aeacides Achilles 21 To light his Grave The Ancients had a fond conceit that the Soul was inhumated with the body therefore for her better getting forth to go to the Seat of the happy they used to with that the Earth might lye light upon them for which there were many rites to the Diis Manibus performed as the powring Milk Hony Wine Oyle and Flowers upon the Grave * * So Eueas at his Fathers Tomb Virg. duo rite mero libans Carchefia Baccho Fundit tumi duo lacte novo duo sanguine sacto Purpureosque jacet flores powred two Bowles of rich wine on the floor Two of new milk and two of Sacred gore strewing the place with purple flowers As also sacrificing of beasts Nor was there a greater imprecation than that earth might lye heavy upon the Deceased 22 Wilt always rob us of our Spoyls As when he took Bryseis from her Father See Note 12. on this Scene 23 Thy Sute When Achilles and he were fallen out to reconcile whom Vlysses endevoured 24 A King of life bereave Priamus whom he flew See Note 14. Act 1. 25 Scyros See Note 2. on this Scene 26 No Brothers villany That was Atreus the Father of Agamemnon and Thyestes Atreus's Brother Thyestes had forc'd the Wife of Atreus for revenge This Atreus roasted his Children and put them before him to eat At the sight of which horrid fact the Sun was said to run back again towards the East 27 Our Kin Thetis Mother to Achilles 28 By a Maid See Note 2. on this Scene 29 Aeacus The Grandfather of Achilles 30 With Jove The Father of Aeacus who was a Judge in Hell and so Achilles Great grandfather 31 Thou who didst see the Grecian Fleet lose When the Navy lay wind-bound at Aulis it was by his Oracles that Iphigenia was sacrific'd by whose death they had a permission to proceed See Note 1. Act 2. Scene 1. 32 Ionia A Region of the lesser Asia between Caria and Aeolis Upon the Chorus 1 Souls the Bodies buried live Seneca according to the opinion of the Epicures brings in the Chorus questioning the Immortality of the Soul and making as if the Soul perishes with the Body an impious and unwarrantable tenent 2 When the next of kin shall close the Eyes It was the custom of the Ancients when any body was dying for the next or neerest of kin to receive the last breath of the dying party into his mouth and also to close his eyes being dead Thus Anna did to the dying Dido her Sister Virg. Aeneid 4. Extremus si quis super halitus errat Ore legam And if that any breath be wandering found My lips shall gather it 3 The Funeral Fire The Ancients did not inter the bodies of the dead but burned them because they were thereby made secure from the malice of their Enemies who had formerly used to dig the humated bodies out of their graves that they might revenge themselves upon the dead Corps This Pile was called Pyra built always in form of a Tabernacle 4 Pegasean motion That is Swift from Pegasus the winged Horse of Perseus who arose out of the blood of Medusa by him slain who when he took his flight to Heaven from Helicon rais'd the Rock with his foot from whence sprung the Muses fountain Hippocrene 5 Hecate The Moon from {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} from shouting or darting down her rayes She was called also Dea triformis Three form'd Goddess because she was call'd in Hell Hecate on the Earth Diana in Heaven Luna signifying the several Aspects of the Moon Luna when she is full of light said to be in Heaven Hecate when she is in the Change that she affords us no light at all then said to be in Hell Diana when it is between the full and the new then said to be on Earth 6 The Stygian Lake Hell on the region of Pluto From Styx which signifies Hateful a river of Hell had in great veneration by the gods themselves and to swear by Styx was an inviolable oath for whosoever of the gods brake it was devested of Immortality and kept from Nectar and Ambrosia a hundred yeers 7 Boreas The North-wind whose nature is to dissipite clouds 8 Time us and Chaos They held that all things at the appointed time the world and all should be chang'd
smiles Nor worlds of beauties shall my Heart provoke T' inconstant Change nor all th' intising guiles A proffer'd Love can give The world shall be First chang'd e're I yeild to Inconstancie The twinkling tapours of the Night shall fall First from their azure lodging Hecate Shall loose her light and a perpetual Mask weare of pitch And Heav'ns bright lamp shall be With darknesse overcome Night into Day Shall change and cold November into May The Sun shall backward course the VVorld about The fire shall cease combustibles to burn Soft gales shall put the flinty Rocks to rout And Neptune shall his fry to grasing turn Mountaines to Vailes valleys to Hills shall rise Plaines shall be made of Craggs that touch the Skies All beasts shall Metamorphos'd into stones Be and all Mortalls shall their exit prove Tormented Souls shall cease to fetch sad groans The Heav'ns rent from their center first shall move E're I to thee fair Cloris be unkind Repent me of my love or change my mind My Tongue may 't faulter may my lipps ne're move If unto other but to thee they shall Make protestations of a Serious love Cloris beleive I Heav'ns to witnesse call The Maid converted joyn'd her lips to his Gath'ring the first fruits of a greater bliss The Passionate Lover HAd I but winde and Lungs enough to tell How much I Love Had I a Stentor's voyce Had I ten thousand Tongues it would doe well To speak how much I Love my dearest Choyce Since wholly fill'd If I should not impart Loves might its energy would break my Heart Say my five senses has not Love's delight Bound all your powers with its amourous chains Disarm'd your Subjects Spoyl'd and robb'd you quite Can you ought rellish but Love's pleasing paines You now disgust all objects of this Ball Phillis is th' only object of you all When that my eye has light on Phillis face It tells my amorous Heart news good or bad By which or well th' alarm'd pulses Pace Or ill my looks by it are light or sad Doth sorrow dimm the Light of Phillis eye Joys and Contentment from my Bosome fly Does threatning Anger or disdaine appear Cloath'd in the Tyrian blushes in her Cheeks No Poet's art in verse can paint my fear Nor th' Horror and dismay my vitalls strikes I dumb and movelesse like a statue show Struck with the Thunder of her Angry brow The fearfull Light'ning nor the dreadfull voyce Of roaring Thunder nor the horrid Night Nor Ghosts nor Goblins nor tempestuous noise Of windes nor Earthquakes can my senses fright So much as when Phyllis with anger glows And from her quick Eyes scorn-tip't-Arrows throws If pleasing smiles sit on their rubie Throne If Joy is painted on her smoother brow My senses wrapt beyond the Sphears are thrown On bedds of pleasure and forget all woe With lesse Content the Miser doth behold His Stuffed Chests and full-cram'd bags of Gold My Eyes devou're each smile the more they gaze On Hers the more Contentment still they draw Her smiles the clue that leads me in that maze Her eyes give my obsequious Heart a Law For by her smiles or Frownes I meet delight Or Woe or mirth or Grief or Day or Night Seek all the World for pleasing objects and Dive to the bottom of the deepest Seas Fetch all the Treasures of the Indian strand The world's best Beauties none my fancy please Can like the Heaven of a pleasing smile Which kills me with excesse of Joy the while The sparkling Diamonds of the East I prize Below the value of her pretty Starrs There comes far richer glances from her eyes Her lipps than Pegues better Rubies wears Who round the World for daintest Roses seeks May finde them growing in my Phyllis cheeks The richest Treasures of the Earth seem poor Pearles Gold and Diamonds Natur 's richest Gems The World 's great Treasurie and Neptunes store A Lover such as I far lesse esteems Than th' object of his Love for more delight Than in all these I take in Phyllis sight But when the sweeter Musick of her tongue Like the blest voyce of Angels strikes my ears I harken us to Oracles a strang Lute in the hands of Orpheus the Spheares Sweet Melody the smooth tongu'd Orator Seem but a duller Harmonie to Her She charms me to a statue and amaz'd With so much Eloquence dumb I return No answers but by eyes my soul is rais'd Beyond the sphear of Words though joy'd I mourn To hear her pause or periodize her speech I then her to begin ag'in beseech When in the sweetest quavers of a song Her voyce she raises and with ' matchlesse straines Runs o're division with her warbling Tongue Hearts she as stones Amphion's musick gaines Harps Harpsicall all Violls Organes Lute Trumpets and all noyse else for shame be mute Cease duller straines all other voyces cease Sweet Philomel I pre'thee hold thy tongue You early Larkes and Thrushes hold your peace The best of Musick and of Birds among The humane and the feather'd Chores your choyce Layes rev'rence doe unto her sweeter voyce Though all the Musick in the World should be By Musick-masters of the rarest kinde Finger'd my eares would taste no Harmonie No joy my soul nor no content my mind Nor the Angelick Songs by me I feare So priz'd like that when I her Sonnets hear Had Sickness prison'd me in my Chamber long Or bound with closer fetters to my Bed As some by musick cur'd I by a Song Chaunted by her divine mouth should be fed With that Ambrosiack Essence that would give Ease to my paines and dying make me live My Ear then ravish'd equal with my eye Counts all sounds harsh but her sweet Musick and Commands all others to her melody To vaile and to her notes attentive stand As high Apollo to the Muses she Or Philomel 'mong other Birds must be The fragrant blasts of spicy Arabie Panchaean Myrrh Musk Civet Ambergreece All the perfumes of Indian Spicerie Must to the Sweetness of her breath give place Flora's sweet garlands in the Month of May No such delicious gales of sweetness pay My Soul as if exhal'd by her sweet breath Flies to that membrane which receieves the sent Raising the sluggish fantasie from Death Revives the braine and gives my Genius vent The cherishing Odors her sweet Hybla yields Excel the Diapasma's of the fields My soul upon no other food can feed But the rich Banquet and delicious fare Of her sweet presence when before her spread Then eas'd from trouble free from duller care She feeds the Stomach can no dainties tast Nor hunger whilst this better Banquet lasts When that with ardent boldnesse I aspire To touch with my profaner lips her hand I think no blisses in the World are higher No joys to that in competition stand My soul enflam'd into my lips doth fly Whilst on that bed of Lillies soft they lye But when a favour seldome shown I kiss The seat of smiles her tender
rubie lips Joye spirits dilates and I expire in blisse Call'd back again from Death by an ecclips Of so great ravishment through a withdraw As much as Joy did grief now breaks the Law Thus my five senses banquet at that feast Of beauty which shines in my Phillis face My passionate Heart swells high within my breast And grows too tumid fot its strickt embrace Oh! cloud my Phillis hide her from my eye Of too much pleasure I with surfeit dye CORYDONS Complaint THose joys that us'd to flatter me ô Phyllis when I courted thee Under yon' shady beechen tree To cruell grief are chang'd Torments my pleasures griefs my joy Pains my quiet rest destroy Since thou' rt to Corydon grown coy And from my Love estrang'd Did e're I your commands neglect That thus my sute you now reject And pay my love with disrespect My kindness with disdain Say how I purchace may releife Or murther'd must I be by griefe Speak that my torments may be brief Give death to ease my pain If you are pleas'd to martyr me Or binde me unto slavery There is another tyranny That you may exercise Those burning flames your eyes can give A Slave bound by Loves Chaines I live May without Hope of a reprieve Thus you may tyrannize Since that my words are spent in vain Whilest Cruel you laugh at my pain I at the feet of your disdain Will fall and prostrate lye Henceforth I 'le banish all my pleasure Since you the chiefest of my Treasure Have heap'd my Griefs beyond all Measure I 'le yield to destiny To SYLVIA Weeping FAir Sylvia you possess more Treasures than The rubie East those weeping eyes more Gems Than the rich Store house of the Ocean For you at pleasure can those Chrystal streams VVhich trickle from the fountaines of your eyes Convert int' orient pearls but richer prize VVhat taking charmes lye in your sweeter Face When freed from cloudy-weeping Griefs you smile VVith a clear brow If tears with such a grace Become if so much lustre has the foile To Beauty what excess of Glory then VVill bud from those sweet lights when fair agen Now the like silver'd Cyn 〈…〉 nthia's beauty when The interposing Earth hides her bright face Dost suffer an Ecclipse thy tears restrain Thy beauties radiant beams Tears fill the place Of bounteous Light yet is that shadow fair Others with which at best may not compare Phoebus now hides behind a watery cloud His brighter head by which we better may Gaze on his Light thy suns fair Sylvia shroud Themselves behind a cloud of Tears to day Out of like kindness and suppress their bright And splendid beams to favour my weak sight Enough fair Sylvia clear those Cynthian Lights From that ecclipse of sorrow wipe away That hanging cloud of Tears which still excites Your stillborne Grief such pearly price to pay VVere you enflam'd with scorching Love as I Its ardor soon those dewy pearls would dry After Aurora with her silver-showers Has wash'd her Grandame Tellus chapped face A pleasant Zephyrus the dark Heaven scoures And Sol steps out with a far greater Grace After a Storm fair weather doth suceeed Let sable Grief your whiter Joys then breed I long to see those fairer Suns to shine Freed from the dewy moisture of a Tear Now they would seem after this more divine As Phaebus after an eclips more clear Let Day the Night succeed and cease to mourn Banish Grief's night whilst Joy's day takes its turn THYRSIS in despaire SAd night of sorrow sable night of grief For Lovers torments is there no releif Must still my bitter food be grief and fears My thirst quench'd howerly with my brinie tears No glimmering of the Day of hope arise Nothing but darkness muffle up the skies From my numm'd sight I in the Bed of care Do roul distress behems me round dispaire Like curtains shuts me up Come pale fac'd Hag And let not leaden plummets make thee lag With open arms I doe embrace thy Dart Which can give physick to my wounded Heart They say grief that descends to words is weak Mine is grown so I can no farther speak But by my Death I to Corinna prove Will that she tryumphs o're me and my Love ABSENCE SUch is the melancholly Earth when light Flies thence and leaves its room to sable night VVhen darkness Cold and Shadows dwell upon Her Surface some pale glimerings of the Moon Is all she can expect a mourner then She is till Phoebus brings his day agen Such is the matchless mateless Turtle Dove Sighing its murmurs for its absent Love Such is the body when the Soul is fled Such Pyramus supposing Thisbe dead Such the male Palm the female broken down As I am now my fairest Sylvia's gon My wither'd Head declines apace my green And growing youth to sprout no more is seen My blood 's grown cold and frozen every limb As if it wanted heat and life doth seem My hoarse complaints the very rocks do move VVho eccho the last accents of my Love A silent night inhabits my sad breast And now no chearful thought will be my guest Till her return whose eyes will cause a day Thus must I in my own unquiet stay Wishing for the bright morning which must rise From th' Luminaries of fair Sylvia's eyes DAPHNIS Fled I 'Le eccho in the tell-tale groves Lycidas and Daphnis Loves Now she has left this place Goe grave names in the tender rinde VVhisper my trouble to the VVinde He 'l tell where Daphnis stays Send kisses by the Soft lipp'd aire Begg charming Philomel to stay her VVith raptures of her voyce Bid Zephyrus gently hold her back Smooth fronted sand to shew her track That thus forsakes her choyce Not all the charmes the spring affords The pleasures of delicious gourds Flora's enamell'd dress Or what is beautifull and fair Or what delights above compare Can sorrow dispossess For Nature now 's unkind to me And my request denies I see For Daphnis will away In vain I prattle out my plaints She cannot hear my loud laments Nor would they cause her stay By yonder spring down will I lye VVhilst one as great flows from my eye To mingle with its stream Till her return thence I 'le not move But weep the absence of my Love VVith waves as great as them If my soul flyes out in a tear And she returnes and that you hear Her call a loud for me Good Nymph that answers him that speaks Say if that Lycidas she seeks Hee 's joyn'd to Niobe To LUCIA playing on her LUTE GReat Orpheus when he struck his Ivory Lyre Drew all the Savage Creatures to admire The sweetnesse of his charming Musick and Forgetting their fierce natures tamely stand The Wolfe Lamb Lyon and the Kid agree To Love whilst charm'd by his sweet harmonie Stones move themselves call'd by Amphion's Lute And Thebe's build without man's hands to do 't Yet fairest Lucia when I heard you play I soon confess you have
brought to Greece By Jason's hand May these on you therefore Attend and bring you safe to this blest shore Vero Panomphaeo Thou thou true Neptune who the seas command'st Without a Trident still the billows can'st And with one single word make all obay Whether in Heav'n in Earth Hell Land or Sea Take thou my C under thy safe protection Guide him and favour ' im with thy sure direction And he 'le not fear the threat'ning of the waves Anchoring his hope upon a God that saves Be thou propitious to my prayers and then I shall be sure to see him once agen Coronis Fare well dear C I wish you well adiew My tears stop words once more farewell to you Sospitet Te Deus Opt. max. Epigram Stay Triton hold your breath and o're the main Conduct my C reduce him safe again To Albion's shore then sound your shell brave boy And make the waves leap to the skies for joy THE DEPART ADieu sweet Chloris for the Fates deny Me longer life and longer liberty I 'ave lost the one in gazing on that face Which justly may ot'h Daphian Queen take place To thee my liberty 's resign'd the grave Tomb shall bespeak me Chloris constant slave How can I longer think to live when I Ravish'd from the clear Sun-shine of thine eye Feel chilling colds and winter frosts begirt Continually with fatal blasts my heart No'tis those beams which thy bright eyes display That must dispell and chace these snows away That killing absence brings nought butthy breath May now redeem me from the dart of Death But there 's no hopes no other hopes but I Banish't your presence must resolve to dye Cloris adeiu for ever now adeiu For dye I must be'ng forc'd to part with you TYSTIRUS complaining BReak sadded heart burst thou with griefs complaint Let thy laments The hardest marble unto tears provoke Make flints to weep Increase the deep With drops expressed from that cruell stroke Wounded I lye and suffer from that hand That gave the wound Unto my bleeding Soul And from those eyes Light'nings proced Which strike me dead Nor w'thout she raise me can I ever rise Torment of cruell silence breeds this woe I undergoe My tongue is setter'd and I dare not speak Although my heart Feels deadly smart And swell'd with sorrow at the last must break But here 's a joy which feeds my sadded mind None hath divin'd The cause of my sadnesse and distress First shall my Love My murther prove Before to wrong her I my Love confess Damon on Amarillis dancing in a Ring SEE my fortune See my fortune How she flyes me And denys me Wo alas wo alas too soon Still I follow still I follow But she flyes me And denys me And cannot be wonn Cruel sport In this sort With woes to fill me Which will kill me Ah! from this pain release me For whilst she flys my eyes They discover I 'm a lover And that it is her self must ease me Round we go round we goe But she flys me And denys me Stil I follow wrapt in woe She moves swiftly and yet sweetly Don't forsake me I 'le o're take thee If thou wilt pity bestow Cruel sport in this sort To increase my fires And desires And to exhibit my despaire She Shifts her place apace I after move Be'ing urg'd by Love But in vain still my endeavours are Acrostick FEar-killing Faith Bold-zeal declares thy name Art pick't it out but nature lai'd the frame If ever name and nature did agree 'T is thine which are in perfect Harmonie Heav'n-blessed Faith which shakes th' Aethereal towers Cold-burning zeal 'gainst Heav'n-opposeing powers Offer themselves to view Thy virgin breast Loves Heav'n alone doth sordid Loves detest Death cannot shake thy Faith nor ever may Zeal like to thine a purer breast display Eternal flames of Heav'n-refined zeal And 〈…〉 oreing Faith thou in thy breast do'st feel Live ever happy Faith and zeal with thee E're stay t' effect this thy name's Prophesie Acrostick AGe bles't I hope thou art May many years Run their swift courses and the rouling spheres Tire in their motions May the circl'ing Sun About this round globe th'row the zodiack run Giving a hund'red springs and Autumns e're Earth or the Silent grave entomb thee there Bles't be thou here with Age with vertues more Let graces with thy years encrease thy store E're multiply So as thou hast begun Shine thou in vertue till thy race be run Death fear to touch this blooming blossom Now In Aprill stay untill December bow Her head with age and mak 't the earth to kiss Ope then thy fatal arms beat her to bliss Pluck her from hence 'fore Age doth call thee to her E're curs'd be for thou pulls the worlds cheif flower The Recovery HAil gentle virgin now my joys renew Their plumes for they were Sick as well as you And had you dy'd they had been buried too How'oft betwixt my hope and fear I dy'd Each symptom that my watchfull eyes espied My heart with thousand Torments crucify'd When scarlet seas did double dye thy face Mine pal'd to see how strong thy feaver was How great a Tyrant to usurp that place When thou grewst pale I even sunk for fear Lest Death's cold ashes had been strowed there Or that that Tyrant came to dominere When thou did'st sound my heart was made a prize To pallid fear nor could it ever rise Till hope to raise it sprouted from thine eyes My heart yet trembles now I think upon 't The thoughts oft with pale sadness paint my front Thou liv'st such mercies e're forget I wo'nt My Muse did languish by a Sympathy As if her life depended had on thee It seems thine was her numbers Treasurie Distress'd she sat in Mourning Liveries Whilst the clear Fountaines of her crystal eyes Wept in soft Tears most dolefull Elegies As thy cheeks Hyacinths o'recome their snows As vanquish'd are their Lillies by the Rose So on my muse new heat and vigor grows This Day mythought thy starry orbs were prest With wonted lustre and new beauties drest Thy Face which gave flames to my Muses breast Inspired thus she now begins to sing New ardors now her spritely Numbers wing And as thy health doth so her raptures spring Both consecrated are my Muse and I To sing the bliss of thy recovery And chaunt Io Paeans untill we dye May Heav'n as he has rais'd thee from the Dead Whose Name be blest his mighty bucklar spread From Death's fell arrows to defend thy Head Daine but to cherish with a gentle glance Of Favour shot from thy bright countenance These lines and it my Numbers will advance Such mercies cannot but my spirits raise In highest Notes to chaunt my sprightly lays And for thy Health to Heav'n sing songs of prayse Innocentia Politia Veritas Panurgia WHen that Astrea took her flight from hence To find in Heav'n a better residence Dame Innocentia wanting her protection Was scorn'd of all
stile Who will not blush and fire his Face with Shame That thinks by Verset ' immortalize that Name Which charactrized in our Rithmes will give Life to our Lines and make our Fumes to live Whilst Charles shall flourish in mans memory Which shall till times supp'd up b' Eternity Bee Royal Phoebus gains no ray of Light By mortals praises he 't is gives them Sight So Brittains Son shall never live by verse But Men and Rithmes whilst they his Name reherse Shall flourish for the Theme these shall be read And live soul'd by him tho' himself be dead Dead ah more murthered and martyr'd too By cursed hands who once their deed shall rue That by Pretext of guilt and crimes do draw To th' block of Death the Head of Church and Law Both fell with thee great Monarch when that Fate Made thee a Martyr of the Church and State The Earth and all her mighty Monarchs stand Amaz'd and drooping dare not now command Benumm'd their Fingers cann't the Scepter sway Kings cannot rule nor people well obay Since by thy Death the Soul of Monarchie Has suffer'd and the Head of Majestie Chopp'd off no King now thinks himself secure Since Laws the Walls where Princes did immure Themselves from vulgar rage are wrested so That murthers issue whence Justice us'd to flow Asham'd and blushing Princes stand to see Themselves and regal acts outdone by thee To see the Glory of thy setting Sun Damp all the lustre of their splendid Noon Heav'n and the Lamp of day Nights Tapors tell England that they an Act to parrallel Its bloody deed ne'r yet beheld thy Stage O raging Isles the wonder of this Age And thou shalt blush dy'd with a Tyrian Stain Unless thou wash it quickly off again By some notorious Act as great as good And take away the stains of blood with blood And be the scorn of Nations whilst the Sun Shall in the twelve roads of the Zodiack Run No Pen can reach to words sufficient To speak thy Death no Elegy lament Thy fatal loss can in a strain that 's fit The more we strive the more fall short of it For thou 'rt a Theme too great for thoughts much lesse Can weaker words speak thee o'r unhappinesse In floods of brinie tears wee 'l ever tell And loyal hearts shall make the Ocean swell VVith sighs which will at last bring judgement down And ' wake th' Almightie's Justice for his own Rebells think not 'twas his o're-weight of sin That press'd him down alive he still had been But for the Nations crimes we first his life Took from him by our sins then with the knife God for a Notion's sins oft dealeth so Takes off the Righteous le ts the wicked go In mercy to the first to set them free From following plagues and suddain jeopardie So our yet bleeding Monarch was a gem Too good for us and we too bad for him Although the murtherers grant no monument Crown'd Heroe Fame his hasty missives sent To all Earth's Monarchs who allready have Counting the VVorld two little for thy grave Rear'd up a pyramis of high renown VVhich shall our-last the longest Monarchs crown VVhere long-live'd Fame upon its summit sings The fatal trag'die of the best of Kings In vaulting thee so close think let them not That e're their Regicede shall be forgot For though thou hidden under ground dost lye Their Names above ground rot and ne`r shall dye God turns Hells spiteful Arrows on his head The world Salvation gain'd Christ Crucified And murther'd Charles the Name of Martyr gains Tho' Life and three Crowns lost more now remains For him a Life Immortal and a Crown Of Shining Glory and of high Renown Which spight of Rebels Acts though he be Dead Shall now for ever Crown His Royal Head THE END