crew Going as often times they use to do To bathe themselves but being near undrest The doors clapt too and would not let the rest For modesty be seen so without stay Dimagoras curst the doors and went away By which it does most perfectly appear His eye was better pleased then his ear The sight and musick ending both together Dimagoras knew not what to think nor whether 'T were Art or Nature that had all this while With sweet delusions labour'd to beguile His ravish'd sense neither did he much Desire to know for his delights were such That he inspir'd with an enlivening mirth Beleiv'd himself in Heaven and not on earth And it had past for currant I dare sware Had he not spy'd his ill-look'd Goaler there Kalander all this while sate still and took A perfect Character of every look And so perceiving that his ravisht brest Inclin'd him to extreams he thus exprest My Lord your punishment does now present It self unto you in the small extent Of my abilities to entertain Your Noble self and your most worthy Train But be assur'd my Lord if wishes could Creat a real Feast I quickly would Wish Cleopatra's dainties to delight And bring refreshment to your appetite But since my wishes and my fortunes are Extreamly different I shall forbear Further discourse my Lord 't is my intent To lead you to your further punishment Therefore I crave excuse My Lord reply'd Dimagoras I will follow and abide What you shall please t' inflict because I know No danger can proceed from such a foe At last discoursing as they went they came Into a stately Room the very same Wherein disguis'd Parthenia met her dear Her Dearest Argalus after a year Of hopeless separation being brought Into this Room Dimagoras forthwith thought There was variety of Heavens begins To think what he did there with all his sins He turn'd his head and as he lookt he spy'd His well-paunch'd Goaler staring by his side To whom his ready lipps begun t' express His new-bred joy for this his happiness But being soon prevented by a Train Of Ladies was enforced to restrain His nimble tongue and forthwith turn the stream Of his discourse having so good a Theam He thus began Most splendent Stars says he Your Beauties give my tongue the Liberty To call you excellent I must confess I want a flood of language to express Those innate virtues which do truly rest Discovered by each eye in every brest Therefore my admiration shall supply My tongues defect My Lord you soar too high In your hyperboles reply'd the fair And virtuous Ladies neither do we care To hear such vain Encomiums and we can Presume to slight the flateries of man Dimagoras being charm'd he only took Though not to speak the priviledge to look And gaze about him but at last he spy'd Parthenias Picture which he sadly ey'd And blusht at every look his eyes exprest A world of passion warring in his brest Which grave Kalander seeing soon addrest Himself unto him whilst he thus exprest Your tell-tale looks my honoured Lord declare That you are struck with death and that you are Now drawing on 't is therefore good to be My Lord prepar'd for such a certaintie Death is a speedy change were his conclusion Like his exordium what a strange confusion Would fall upon us but our finite pains Are crown'd at last with everlasting gains But since 't is so that death begins t' appear Upon your Stage of life My Lord draw near Unto your self for you will find that death Whose entrance gives an exit to your breath Will prove a rugged an intrusive guest When he 's in earnest 't is in vain to jest Therefore My Lord since time will not permit Further conveniency if you think fit To make my brest the office of your will I will be just my Lord pray stand not still It is a busie time These words being spoke With serious gravity had almost broke Dimagoras his heart yet after he Consulting with himself did plainly see There was no signs of death although his heart Indeed was wounded with a sudden dart Shot from Parthenias image he reply'd And said my Lord those sorrows which abide And riot in me are no signs of death But the disturbers of my feeble breath However for your good advice I do Return those thanks which reason says is due But as for death my Lord were it as near As you suppose I de neither start nor fear For death is but a period to our strife A noble passage to a better life But I perceive my Lord nature does make It usual for the wisest to mistake To which well pleas'd Kalander smiling said My Lord you are mistaken and have made A false construction of my Text 't is true I must confess I said I thought that you Were struck with death which if it be deny'd I 'le undergo your censure and abide The merit of my crime to which intent I will expatiate my self and vent The reason of my speech I did discry When I observ'd my Lord your greedy eye Survey Parthenias Image that your blood treated to your heart and frightned stood A distance from your cheeks by which I know This Image was that death which wrought your woe And be assur'd this Image never yet Was view'd by any but they would forget Their present reason and would seem to be In love with that they could but only see But if a silent empty shadow can Make such impressions on the heart of man What would the substance do Oh this was she Whose latter days were fill'd with miserie Yet in the flowr of age she was the flowr Of all her Sex nor was it in the power Of Nature to do more she must excell That liv'd and dy'd without a Parralel This this was she that both in life and death Left an example to succeeding breath This is that fair Parthenia whose glory Encreast into an everlasting story This this was she whose Tragicomick age Begun with pleasure to conclude in rage Walk further on My Lord and you shall see Her cloathed in her Robes of miserie But I must crave excuâ—e because indeed The emblems of her suff'rings far exceed The valour of my patience And my Lord The Laws of consanguinity afford A reason for my absence yet if I Intreat these Noble Ladies to supply And execute my place I hope 't will be Sufficient warrant for my libertie And so my Lord I 'le leave you to behold The saddest story ever yet was told And so they parted Now Dimagoras grows Conscious unto himself because he knows Or at the least suspects and fears th' event Would prove injurious so away they went At last being brought into a stately place Furnisht with Pictures where each lovely face Did seem as 't were ambitiously to strive In silent terms to plead themselves alive But walking further they did soon discover Abus'd Parthenia and her raging Lover Her noble Argalus whose
by whispers now begins to roar Poor Lover he despairs for having found Her gloves her hair her partlet on the ground He falls from sighs to words from words to tears From tears to groans and then at last despairs Despair that worst of evils now sits crown'd Queen regent in his thoughts his thoughts abound With several contradictions nay the wind Is constant if compared to his mind Sometimes he thought for fear she had bin fled Into some Cave and then he thought her dead He looks upon her glove and in conclusion He thought himself into a sad confusion At last inclining to a serious pause He then resolv'd Dimagoras was the cause Then like a fierce Revenger he persues His name to death whilst every thought renews Revengful thoughts with his sharp-edg'd wrath Wounds him with curses stabs him with an oath Accursed hour cryes he when first my eyes Observ'd that Monster of all villanies Could not his former deeds instruct my thoughts To have a care could not his latter faults Iuduce me to distrust him well I 'le trace The world but I 'le revenge this foul disgrace But ah Celania how can I expect Thy pardon that have us'd thee with neglect Unhandsom Fate if Amoronzo live Heav'ns grant it be to practise how to give A due reward to him whose very name Paysons my Soul and fills my cheeks with shame I 'le run and ransack all the world about Not sparing Hell it self to find thee out And question not but thy malicious fate Will still preserve thee to endure my hate Good fortune be my guide I 'le not delay Nor lavish time but presently away Where now we 'l leave him for Dimagoras cryes To be discover'd in his miseries It so fell out that the Arcadian King And all his Nobles as a usual thing For relaxation of their minds did ride One day a hunting when there was espy'd A hideous Bear lye lurking in the shade Watching her prey but that the Huntsmen made A near approach and with a dexterous Art Did almost wound this Monster to the heart The Bear thus wounded makes a speedy flight Being close persu'd The Huntsmen with delight Observ'd her windings but half spent she took Into a Thicket and by chance forsook Her close Persuers till at last betray'd By her own blood the careful Huntsmen made What speed they could and forc'd her to retire Into a Cave whilst they forthwith conspire T' intrape their gain making where she should pass A secret Concave mantl'd o're with grass Stopping all passages that she must stay Close penn'd up in the Cave or pass that way At last she roar'd as able to affright The eager Huntsmen from their close delight But on a sudden they unstopt the Cave Expecting by her speedy flight to have The end of their desires to which intent They watch'd the place more then usual spent An hour in patience and at last surrounded The Cave and most confusedly they sounded Their several Horns but nothing could express The lestre semblance of a quick success At last th' impatient Huntsmen curst and swore At their ill fortune thinking to give o're But yet resolving first to seek about Thinking their ill-lookt Pris'ner might get out At some concealed place but when their eyes Had satisfy'd their hearts they soon devise A new design which questionless had caus'd Th' effecting of their wills had they not paus'd Or rather started at a sudden cry That seem'd to be they know not where nor why At last they hearkening with a stricter ear Being almost half astonished did hear A dreadful noise which issued from the Cave And made th' expecting Huntsmen madly rave And curse their Fate forbearing not to swear It was a man enchaunted to a Bear Whil'st they were thus discoursing there appears A Monster as they thought compos'd of fears Who careless of himself with speed came running Out of the Cave perceiving not the cunning Of his amazed Foes but quickly fell As he suppos'd into the jaws of Hell Which they perceiving soon begun to ban And vow the Bear was turn'd into a man Yet for the better satisfaction they Ran to the Cave where they observ'd there lay The ugly Monster buried in the flood The little Ocean of her reeking blood Finding her dead immediately they went Unto the King declaring the event Of their designs who forthwith gave command That they in silence for a time should stand About the pit and there expect that night The future Issue of so strange a sight Th' obedient Huntsmen nimble to obey Their Kings command made present speed away And so arriving at the place they made Silence their friend which suddenly betray'd Sad groans unto their ears and doleful cryes Ballast with oaths and wing'd with blasphemies At last they heard a voice much more enlarg'd And more distinct which suddenly discharg'd It self into these words unhappy I The abstract of unpattern'd villany Why was I born since all things thus agree To make compleated misery in me Or else is life and death late grown at odds Which shall torment me most and are the Gods Spectators of my woes must I endure The Plagues of two such ills and not procure The least refreshment ah Parthenia now Thou takest revenge at large but when wilt thou Abreviate my Sorrows that I may See but the twy-light of one smiling day For now I am in Hell but here I find No Divel but my self and yet my mind And Soul is tortur'd nay I see no light Nor know no darkness my distracted sight Possesses me with such a double being That I am blind in light in darkness seeing And here I live perplexed with a doubt How I got in but harder to get out How happy had I been if I had stay'd With sad Celania in the pleasing shade Perhaps the Gods would then some pity take If not for mine for their Celania's sake But I unhappy wretch nay most unkind Unto my friend whose goodness was confin'd To my distress yet basely did I prove Prompted by fear false t' Amoronzo's Love His dear Celania but alas too late I here bewail my miserable state Now envy hatred malice all contrive To do your worsts but keep me not alive Alas I cannot grieve for what is past As fast as you torment I 'le curse as fast Th' impatient Huntsmen having thus endur'd Their Kings commands at length were well assur'd The voice was humane so they having made Nearer approach they thus begun and said What art thou say what art thou thus constraines Our hearts to pity who is that complains Of his misfortune If thou art a Man Desire our aide we 'l help thee if we can Starve not the issue of a good success They 're fools that must be courted from distress Be free and answer let 's not long expect Favours prove curses when they find neglect To which he hearkening with a willing ear Tim'rous to speak because afraid to hear At last reply'd And
chuse But raise a tempest in each tender heart For she poor Lady felt th' increasing smart Of Amoronzo's absence and her breath Proclaim'd his absence was the present death Of all her comforts and she wept as 't were By Patent Seal'd with sad and black despair 'T was she that taught the Turtle how to morn For her absented Mate 't was she forlorn Distressed Lady that did first intice The twatling Eccho to the avarice Of imitation every groan she spent Out of the Store-house of her brest was sent Trebbl'd into the world The Eccho took Such pleasure in her name that she forsook Her naturall voice but yet she was to blame So much to wanton with her amorous name Had Amoronzo heard it earth had bin Too small a circle to contain him in Nay and Celania too would often cry Who dare use Amoronzo's name but I And thus this babling Nymph would still proclaim And run division on his pleasing name As if she had for poor Celania's sake Cry'd him throughout the world but could not make Return of his abode so by consent They both agreed to groan in discontent Under the shadow of a spreading tree Whose drooping branches made it seem to be A Nursery of grief Celania plac'd Her melancholly life whose presence grac'd The kindness of the place which now seem'd blest In entertaining so divine a Guest But by and by there chanc'd to pass that way A greedy Lyon roaring for his prey Who gazing on Celania made a stand As if her eyes had given counter-mand To his designs and star'd upon her face Whil'st she whose Innocency gave a grace To every look undauntedly exprest A welcom entertainment to her Guest But see what graceful Majesty doth lye Within the circuit of a harmless eye The Lyon seem'd so satisfied that he Forgot to hunger and began to be As 't were enamor'd and would not commence His bloody suite against her Innocence But fawning on her seemed to express An inward sorrow for her sad distress Sad Lady she amazed at the sight Begun as 't were to take some sad delight In her Companion and would gently clap His sturdy head which in her tender lap He softly laid by which we truly see The Lyon and the Lamb may well agree Nor yet could this strange accident remove Her wandring thoughts from her endeared Love But still her tears were sadly subsequent Unto her sighes at last away she went Leaving as she suppos'd her fawning friend Lockt up in sleep She had not pac'd much ground but she espy'd Two which in running towards her had discry'd The plenty of her beauty which enforc'd Their speedy stay who staying thus discours'd 'T is not to court you Madam nor to stray Into vain words enforc'd us to this stay But 't is t' enjoy our pleasures therefore do What our perswasions shall advise you to Or else we shall to shorten our discourse What you deny to yield command by force At which the Lady half distracted cry'd I will not yield nor can the Gods abide So much impiety but they will send A speedy vengeance e're ye can befriend Or satisfie your lusts the Gods are just And hate although it be well worded lust Therefore desist except ye will proceed Unto my death for that 's the nobler deed Kill me and welcom but defile me not Lust is a living stain and death no blot To which they both most desperately reply'd They that resolve to do cannot abide The least perswasions yield and so deprive Danger of sad effects nay do not strive Nor cry for know this dismall place affords No ears to entertain imploring words Yield then without compulsion Give me leave Reply'd Celania ere ye do bereave And rob me of my treasure but to take A silent leave of what I must forsake And then I shall submit unto your lust Or yield my self a Sacrifice to dust She stept aside and cry'd Heav'n be my shield I neither dare nor can nor will I yield Look up look up vile Creatures and behold A swelling Cloud even ready to unfold It self in vengeance for ye may be sure The Gods will not behold and yet endure Desist and let your passions be allay'd For they will shield what they themselves have made I mean mine innocence and therefore know I will be chast because they made me so And they which truly call upon the Gods In their distress have more than trebble odds Against their Foes You rather blow the fire By this discourse then quench our hot desire They both reply'd come come we have done wrong To our desires in keeping them so long Without their natural food nay do not strive Let virtue dye but keep your self alive Nay leave those tempting cryes for know that ear You call unto is deaf and will not hear Heaven is a great way off 'T will so appear To you in mercy but in Judgment near Reply'd Celania for I 'm sure and know The Gods are just in all their actions Oh And as she cry'd that Oh Oh they discry'd A roaring Lyon which did soon divide Their thoughts from their intents for they begun To leave their base beginnings and to run To save their lives repenting of their crime Strange alteration in so short a time But she poor Lady laden with remorse Did whil'st her time permitted thus discourse I grieve said she to see the state y' are in Heavens couchant Judgment finds your rampant sin Think not t' avoyd by running what ye 'l meet Your hands are now more useful then your feet 'T is truth they both reply'd and now we must Joyntly confess the Gods are good and just But see ouâ— Executioner draws nigh And we must yield for 't is in vain to flie With that the Lady being pity strook Observe sayes she I 'le charm him with a look He shall not hurt for know the Gods can be To pity as to punish equall free With that as if her eyes had sent a charm Into the Tyrants heart he did no harm But gently lay'd him at her feet to show The humble meekness of a Convert Foe Even as the wretch condemn'd that finds reprieve Cannot at present well forget to grieve But with a quivering heart does first display The colours of his joy even so did they Both timorously joyful thus proclaim The goodness of Celania and their shame Admired goodness that can thus engage The angry Gods to mitigate their rage To us that by just Judgment were decreed To speedy death but by free mercy free'd For which most divine Lady unto you After the Gods we must acknowledge due The mercy of our lives for our attempt We here confess most justly might exempt Your heart from pity but in you we found A soveraign Balsom in our selves a wound A deadly wound which to departing breath Is far more harsh more terrible then death We see our grim-lookt Martial how he lyes Subjected at your feet and dare not rise To execute that
lyes bleeding to obtain That blood-stone of her Soul I mean her dear Her dearest Amoronzo who 's more near Unto her Soul then all the wealth that can Be apprehended by the thoughts of Man 'T is he must cure my pains sayes she or I Must laguish in his absence pine and dye These were Celania's groans which had more And more enlarg'd had not the fast lockt door Receiv'd a sudden knock which made her stay The current of her grief and haste away To give an entrance but her thoughts begin To mutiny unwilling to let in Unwelcome newes so drawing back her hand Her trembling hand she made a sudden stand And gazing towards the door she said must I Must I be Porter to my misery No no I will not yet I will but stay I dare not oh I dare not why I may And will I will Misfortune do thy worst I may be made more blest not more accurst With that scarce knowing what she did she run Unto the door and hastily begun To turn the Key but e're she could fulfill The sensless pleasure of her captiv'd will She heard a voice a voice that seem'd to bear Being made more sad more terrible by fear A dreadful horror and it seem'd to cry Harken Celania harken to what I Shall say fear not for know my Message gives This comfort that your Amoronzo lives He lives but I must tell what 's sadly true Voyd of all comforts but the thoughts of you Yet know Celania 't is my business hither To tell you that you must meet both together But where or when or how that must be hid From both because I strictly am forbid Yet this I 'le say it will be ere the Sun Times painful journey-man hath fully run His three dayes course but I must sadly say Ye will not know each other and that day Will prove unfortunate for one whose name Stands now recorded in the rolls of shame Will by an accident betray and bring You both before the presence of the King These things must happen and you 'l not do well T' endeavour a prevention So farewell Who ever saw a trance revived Soul With what a sad aspect his lips condole His ridged Fate that he must live to be As t' were enjoyn'd t' imbrace his miserie Even so Celania waking from her trance Crav'd pity by each look and did advance Her drooping head then for a time she stood As loath t' acquaint her self with flesh and blood But at the last death which did seem before To sojourn in her eyes did now restore Lifes due prerogatives but I 'le not wrong The real truth though rare to say her tongue Was first in motion for her hands her eyes Did seem to descant on her miseries 'T is more then strange her sorrows wanting vent And grown quite lawless had not tore and rent Her grapling Soul each sigh which did depart Seem'd like a boysterous storm to tear her heart Up by the roots at last her sighs made way For words like Pyoneers and without stay She thus proceeded Since the powers above Have thus resolv'd to contradict my Love It will prove vain to strive the Gods will do What their firm resolutions prompt them to Ah must these eyes of mine behold and see My Amoronzo and not know 't is he Impossible for sure there cannot rise So great a mist before my feeble eyes Lovers are ey'd like Lyncius can discover Though wall'd about their real hearted Lover But stay what should this dark Enigma show Strange kind of riddle see and yet not know Oh miserable happiness sad Fate See and not know did ever wit create A greater mistry well I 'm sure that I Shall know him though it be by Sympathy 'T is neither time nor Art can so much change My Amoronzo's looks as to estrange Or hid him from my knowledg for my heart Retains his true effigies and no art Can so disguise him but even like the Sun The worlds great eye that may be over-run And cloth'd with Clouds yet sure it cannot be Chang'd in aspect but we must know 't is he But were this all ah then my raging grief Might in some sort be subject to relief But ah my sorrows more and more rebell Against my Soul and rings a doleful knell To all my comforts nothing can prevent The rude incursions of my discontent Judge Ladies judge if ever grief could be More acted to the life then 't is in me Observe my Laborinths and if ye find The relish of a comfort in my mind Judg me to more extreams if art can show A way to make a more exuberous woe Then mine inflict it on me let your eyes Weep me to death or drown my miseries I care not which oh tell me is 't not woe More then enough to see and yet not know My Amoronzo here 's a flaming rod Here 's grieâ—s full stop but not her period Sad consequence I see there is no reason In grief that loves to tyrannize by treason Oh pevish Fate why dost thou thus devise New ways new means new woes to tyrannize But Heav'n prevent the Traytor may his death Betray the treason or his feeble breath Want utt'rance to express it Heav'n defend My Amoronzo from so base an end But if it be decreed The Gods are just In taking both we 'l marry in the dust The grave shall swell with mirth our lofty tomb Shall be both nuptial bed and dining room The worms shall be our Guests nay they shall be Both Mask and Musick to our jollitie We 'l revell in our ashes lively death Shall dance for joy then having taken breath Shall post away and thus nights vail being spread The Curtains drawn by time we 'l shrink to bed Rest then my heart purchase a free content Observe with care and thou shalt see th' event Come fluttering on the wings of time 't is near 'T is near and will with winged speed appear With that the Rose and Lilly being met I mean her hand and cheek she seem'd to let Her eye-lids slumber but she could command No pleasing rest for in her eyes did stand Grief's watch-men tears so in an angry vain She snatch'd her Lute and thus begun to strain Her Magick voice I cannot well say whether She wept and sung she sung and wept together CELANIA'S Song COme gentle Lute and let 's relate In warbling Notes my ridged Fate That these now sensless walls and stones Hearing my well divided groans May from their dulness frightned be Into a sensibilitie And hearing say I 've reason to bewail That am both Ocean Tempest Ship and Sail 2. I am an Ocean and my eyes Send me like Rivolets supplyes Only in this unlike the Main I flow but never ebb again My brackish tides cannot return Nor drown like that but always burn And thus my sorrows licence me to weep My eyes though narrow Seas are very deep 3 I am a Tempest and I know There seldom comes a calm in
The Lady and the Pilgrim who were set To wait her long'd-for coming that they might Intice her to some musical delight But Fate design'd it otherwise for now They all complot and joyntly study how To wean her from her raptures and at last The Pilgrim sadly hearing what was past Being fill'd with pity took his Lute and went Near to her Chamber where he forthwith sent His airy Messengers unto her ear To summon all her senses to appear Before his melody at last she rais'd Her drooping head and after she had gaz'd About the room where is said she my Dear What stole away and left Celania here Or was it but a dream but hark that hand Which playes is his and sure I understand Each pleasing touch but stay what voice is this I 'le swear it is an Angels or else his 'T is his and he is mine I 'le rest content To hear his Song and then expect th' event The Pilgrims Song 1 SAil gentle Soul the wind blows fair Despair is buried in despair For wind and tide now seem to court And lead us to our wisht-for port The wanton Billows seem in state to dance To see our safe our blest deliverance 2 The Pilot smiles the Ship prevailes The storm submits the swelling sailes Puft up with Pride does seem to run More then Post-haste to kiss the Sun Then cease sad heart thou needest not to bewail For thou art neither Tempest Ship nor Sail The Song thus finished Celania calls Her thoughts in question and she forthwith falls Into a serious study well sayes she I cannot be mistaken sure 't is he Or I am not my self both voice and hand Invite my tortur'd Soul to understand It must be he but oh that I could see That Saint which gave this voice that libertie Impatience hates delay I must be bold In spite of modesty I cannot hold But must attempt Ye Fates prove not unkind The eye not ear must satisfie the mind With that with Eagle-speed she that before Could hardly creep now flyes unto the door Which being open suddenly her eye Surveys each corner but could not espye The treasure of her heart but having found Her hopes in vain she fell upon the ground Being intranc'd the Pilgrim that had view'd Her passion though unseen himself pursu'd His resolutions so with speed he takes His Lute and with a willing heart he makes A near approach and sent unto her ears As if he had Epitomiz'd the Spheres Such Heav'n-bred strains that in dispite of death He re-inforc'd her to her former breath This being done she gently mov'd her head Which was repos'd upon too hard a bed Oh that my Soul had wings she cryes that I Might quit these vain delusions and fly To my delight this world affords no treasure To me but base-bred joyes and spurious pleasure Oh that I could with that a sudden glance Betray'd the Pilgrim to her eyes whose chance It was t' observe her as the purple dye Usurpt her cheeks she blusht but knew not why And yet the more she labour'd to restrain Her blushes still the more she blusht again At last with bashful modesty she rais'd Her feeble self stood still awhile and gaz'd Upon the Pilgrim who admir'd the grace And majesty united in her face Whil'st she did equally admire to see So much of meekness cloth'd in gravitie Resolving then that pity needs must rest In such a Soul she thus her thoughts exprest Grave Sir sayes she although it disagree Unto my Sex to take the libertie Of speech before requir'd yet I depend Upon your liberall goodness to befriend My errors with a pardon that I may Return deserved thanks and haste away To which the Pilgrim Madam if your haste Depend upon my pardon I shall waste Some time before I grant it for I have An humble favour which I needs must crave My hopes assure me you will not deny To crown my wishes Madam pray reply To which Celania Sir it is not best To grant before I know what you request Yet my assured confidence is such That you will neither ask I grant too much Therefore propose your will Then Madam know I have observ'd nay copy'd out your woe In which excuse my boldness I do find The sad extreames of a tormented mind Therefore be pleas'd to say for I respect The cause there is no judging by th' effect The reason of your grief whith once being known The cure is more then half perfection Stand not to ruminate but be assur'd What you relate shall safely be secur'd Within the strong-senc'd bull-wark of my heart Not to be taken by the force of Art Believe it Madam and from that belief Derive to me the reason of your grief I am a Pilgrim treason cannot dwell More in my brest than in a Hermits Cell My calling makes me bold and I must say Your Conscience ought t' inforce you to obey Some days have pass'd since these mine aged eyes Have truly witness'd your extremities And 't is my Conscience bids me to require The reason Madam this is my desire Or if my Judgment or my Reason fail I have a Conscience that will stand my Bail Nay weep not Lady lay aside those fears I understand your tongue but not your tears Tears are good signs but words are understood More in one breath then tears are in a flood I could drop tear for tear but to what use Tears in some sense are only words excuse 'T is a known truth that Nature which affords An eye for tears has given tongue for words Therefore be pleas'd as long as I stand by To let your tongue be flowing not your eye To which Celania after she had dry'd Her watry eyes lookt up and thus reply'd Grave Sir excuse me that I must deny At present what you claim as courtesie For my disordered thoughts cannot invent As yet away t' express my full intent But be assur'd time shall not lose much sand Before your heart shall fully understand The nature of my grief for I will throw My life into your hands and then bestow It as you please In the mean time consent To grant my pardon and I 'le rest content And so all peace attend you may your eyes See as much joys as mine have miseries The end of the second Book THE Third Book POst on my Muse for hark the Readers say What is Dimagoras lost and shrunk away Or has th' unmindful Author quite forgot To bring him on the Stage why comes he not Reader he comes be pleased to prepare To see him only come to take the air After his love-sick passion which indeed I shall relate And thus in short proceed The King was pleased but I know not whether Pity or pollicy or both together Mov'd him to give Dimagoras leave to shew Himself abroad confining him to go Guarded without regard which newes being brought Unto his willing ears he forthwith thought Himself in Heav'n for after a restraint Who would not
think that man a happy Saint That brought him newes of liberty But now I must implore the Reader to allow Pardon for an omission which in brief Is this Dimagoras being fill'd with grief Not knowing and worse doubting what would be The issue of his sad captivity But still his thoughts inclining to despair More then to comfort often would prepare An instrument of death but still his heart Prov'd the worst Actor of the chiefest part And would not let him but he oft would cry Were 't not for fear of dying I could dye Oh life Oh death said he why should there be Between you two such an Antipathie Alas 't is nothing but this trifling breath That makes such diffrence between life and death And what is breath 't is nothing but a blast A smoak a vapour and it cannot last Only in me it riots but to spight And plague me with the still approaching light Or elfe succeeding darkness thus am I The subject of curst Fortunes cruelty See now the grim-lookt night is come and all The worlds inhabitants provide and fall To rest but I the watch-man of the world Am like an abject creature tost and hurld Into obscurity but yet I 'le try If sleep will lend a visit to mine eye With that he threw himself upon his bed Reposes his much discomposed head But all in vain the flatterers of sleep I mean short slumbers would not let him keep Decorum in his rest for now and then He starts now speaks and then lies still agen Sometimes his voluntary tongue would cry Parthenia ah Parthenia why Oh why Dost thou perplex and there a sigh would part His words and leave him with a throbing heart At last he wakes and yet I cannot say He wak'd because he slept not for he lay Charm'd in a dream which soon shall be exprest He that dreams most still takes the left of rest At first he dream'd he saw Parthenia stand Cloathed in white with Lawrel in one hand And Palm in th' other at whose feet she spread The Palm and plac'd the Lawrel on his head At which Dimagoras much delighted vented His joy in tears and seemingly lamented His own unworthiness whilst she stood by And with a pitying smile did seem to dry His blubber'd cheecks but as he after swore The more she wipt his eyes he cry'd the more At last she seem'd to lay her gentle head Upon his Pillow and retire to bed With that 't is quickly judg'd in what delight He thought to spend each minute of the night He went to welcome her with an embrace And found a Spirit snugging in her place His warm embraces now are turn'd to cold And frosty fears alas he cannot hold A joint from trembling for his gashly eye Being fix'd upon that object which lay by Did strive t' out stare the Devil but at length Fancy retreats and he receives new strength So finding it a Dream he turns and then He falls asleep and sleeping dreams again And dreaming thought he saw bold Argalus Smiling upon him and salute him thus My Lord Dimagoras I am come to tell A story which I 'm sure will please you well The Gods have seen your suff'rings and now Intend to view you with a serene brow As for your wrongs to me I freely do Forget them and in that I pardon you I freely pardon and Parthenia shall Be my Engagement that I pardon all Your vile abuses nay her hand shall sign Your gracious pardon too as well as mine But I must tell you though the Gods now please After an age of grief to send you ease yet if your care contrive not to fulfill Each particle of their commanding will Be well assur'd that Hell himself near knew A greater fall then shall befall to you And as for plagues and torments be assur'd You shall find such as cannot be endur'd Thus I advise you but because th' intent Of this my speech is charitably bent I 'le shew you more observe With that appears A manly shape more grave in looks then years Nor did he come alone for in his hand He led a Lady on whose cheeks did stand A showr of speaking tears which seem'd to say Oh miserable miserable day These are those two says Angalus which you Would willingly betray but if you do Expect the plague of plagues to vex thy heart And re-instate thee in eternal smart Observe and weigh my words and let not fear Bribe thee to so much baseness have a care And when you see them seem to see them not So shall you purchase a most happy lot But one thing more Before I dis-appear I needs must recommend unto your ear A serious truth which will be ere this night Chas'd by th' approaching morning takes its flight 'T will fo fall out that your distracted head Will sall much lower then your lofty bed You shall receive a fall which fall indeed Shall cause your heart as well as head to bleed But at which time a Damosel shall present Her self unto you with a good intent To salve your several hurts her virgin name Shall be Lutosa whose renowned fame Shall eccho through the world her virtues shall Precede her Beauty and her beauty all The wings of fame shall mount her to the skies She 's fair she 's rich and what is best she 's wise She 's wise because she 's humble and she 's fair Because she 's wise she 's rich because she 's heir Unto Apollo Venus Craesus Nay She 's more then second to Parthenia This Lady whose perfections far transcend Perfection shall be proud to recommend Her dear affections to your constant brest And so farewell Th' event shall speak the rest And there he vanish'd Now Dimagoras dreams Of Cupid Venus and of all th' extreams Of Love his over-busie thoughts are now In consultation sweetly ploting how To Pen an amorous Letter first he writes And then blots out and afterwards indites And now his trembling hand begins to hold The Paper where loves stories must be told He sighs and then begins My dearest Dear May these my rude unpolish'd Lines and here He stops dislikes then likes dislikes again Throws by that Paper then another strain Must be constrain'd and now his matter flows He smites his brest looks up and too t he goes The Letter 's finish'd now it must be read Hark how he sighs see how he shakes his head He reads and cryes the matter is not good The manner 's naught and 't will be understood More Complement then love yet he is bent To send it What is love but Complement And now 't is seal'd seal'd with a bleeding heart Transfixt and wounded with an amorous dart Away 't is sent Oh how his spirits burn In expectation of a quick return The allmost breathless Messenger is now Return'd again who with a sweating brow Presents a Letter which with trembling speed He took and kist and then began to read He reads then studies reads again and then
to muse Nonplust for want of words thinks he should I Shew my self so unworthy to deny This first Command I should for ever be Disrob'd of honour cloth'd with infamie But what care I What honour can proceed From blood besides I truly hate to bleed May he whose steely brow invented first This thing call'd fighting ever be accurst I hate it with my soul besides I vow'd The last Encounter if I was allow'd The favour of a Conquest I would never Be valiant more but live at peace for ever The very thoughts of fighting is enough To kill me pish this honour 's but a puff I 'le tell an honourable lye and say I 'm troubl'd with an Ague and this day 'T will sojorn in my bones I 'le not dissemble For I have fear enough to make me tremble And they shall see 't which sure will make them cease Their importunity and yeild me peace But haste requir'd an answer therefore they Bid him resolve whether he would obey Corinda's pleasure Clynias having got An Ague in his tongue replyed not So soon as was expected but at last Compounding with his fear and having past The trouble of his thoughts he soon displays The colours of his heart looks up and says Think not you most Renowned Knights that I Have studyed by my silence to deny The honour you impose for I protest And swear by sweet Corinda that my breast Is ready to defend her but I find A weakness in my body not my mind Just at this instant I am half asleep And there he stop'd I feel a spirit creep Into my bones Alas I am all frost Oh how I shake my strength my limbs are lost Action 's the best of cure for this desease Reply'd the Knight Now therefore if you please To mount your Steed you 'le very much endeare Your self unto Corinda and appear The object of our praises for behold How near they come and will if not control'd Attempt the Bowr with that sad Clinias cast His eyes about and looking had at last Observ'd it was Dimag'ras then he cryes Give me my Horse my Armour I despise This thing call'd cold hereafter I 'le proclaim True valour turns a frost into a flame Oh how I 'le slice the slaves within this hour And bring the villains heads into the Bowr And lay them at Corinda's feet that she May tryumph in my glorious victorie Now Clinias strives to mount his well-known Steed On the wrong side whose allmost cripple speed Answers his Riders valour being plac'd Within the Sadle seem'd to make great hast Away he goes and meeting with his foes He told them they must labour to oppose His valour having wilfully transgrest In their approch as was before exprest Corinda and the Knights were all this while Within the Bowr and could not chuse but smile To hear and see how Clinias did behave Himself observing very much his grave Deportment towards them for he soon descry'd Their servile fear which made him swel with pride But yet he fearing that Dimagoras might Being as 't were compel'd presume to fight He spake bigg words and to advance his fame And quell their courage he usurp'd the name Of bold Amphialus which sadly made Dimag'ras more then usually afraid But when they saw the Page was near at hand With Horse and Arms they all three jointly stand Gazing upon each other Clinias thought T' excuse the matter and remit the fault Because it was the first but that prov'd vain For then he fear'd when he return'd again Unto the Bowr Corinda would command His speedy death time would not let him stand To reason longer neither could he stay So he in short concludes to run away Which he had done had not the Goaler shown His Warrant to him which was after known To be an amorous Ballad for indeed Clinias though looking on it could not read But took it in his hand and for a while He seems to read and now and then to smile At the Contents the Goaler having spy'd The wrong end upwards smil'd being satisfy'd Of his transcendent ignorance declar'd What was before related and prepar'd To march away desiring first to know Whether that he were satisfy'd or no I dare not now said Clinias but reveal My satisfaction having hand and seal To warrant me and if you please you may Take your own liberty and hast away At which Dimagoras though much pleas'd exprest Much discontent with an inraged Brest But at the last his seeming discontent Gladly abated and away he went And so did Clinias glad withall his heart Of such a fair advantage to depart And now he thinks each munite is an age Before his near arrival could engage Corinda to a thankfulness for he Thinks he has more then got a Victorie At last approaching near the Bowr a Knight Came forth unto him wisht him to alight And enter in that so he might possess The honour due unto his worthiness Who having enter'd presently was brought Unto Corindas presence whilst he thought Himself in Heaven and that the time drew near That his long promis'd glory should appear Corinda viewing him was well content To see his clownish garb and after sent The favour of a look to let him know As he suppos'd her goodness to bestow Reward upon his merits but at last More then half ravish'd Clinias having past The bounds of silence opn'd wide and said Most Oderiferous most refulgent Maid I thy notorious friend that stand before thee Will fight for thee because I do adore thee Tell me my Pigeon didst thou see how I Behav'd my felf and made the Rascals fly That would have done thee wrong pish I can make An Army fly before me for thy sake I 'le hop o're Walls and Mountains nay I 'le dive Into the Ocean to keep thee alive Me thinks the world 's too small for when I come To fight for thee I groan for Elbow room These narrow Confines allmost make me sweart My self to death for I am grown so great That I must stretch the world I here profess I will enlarg't or that shall make me less How dost thou like me Wench come prethee say Art thou not blest to see this happy day And me thy most Renowned Champion here To take thy part when danger shall appear With that a noble Knight which then stood by Corinda made to Clinias this Reply And said Sir Knight this Lady much does wonder She saw no light'ning when she heard it thunder She saw your pastime but she heard no blows You courted them like friends she says not foes Moreover 't is her pleasure you should be Respondent to some questions which shall be Forth-with propos'd unto you First you are With speed and freedom forthwith to declare Why you mis-call'd your self and said your name Was bold Amphialus that you had slain So many Knights she says this must appear To be untrue Amphialus is here Now looking on you and ere you depart Will take revenge