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
'm unmindful I doubt such votes to great Are It 's enough that Captives live Ah! where May I a place finde faithful to my fear Where shall I hide thee The fam'd Cittadel Strengthen'd with forts and walls of Gods is fell To Dust All 's spoyl'd with flames Of mighty Troy Not so much left is where to hide my Boy What cunning place now shall I choose Lo here The Sacred Tomb is of my Husband dear By foes rever'd rais'd by his Father thus To this vast height with riches Covetous He was not in his sadness Best I can His Father trust A cold sweat falls upon My limbs Ah wretch I tremble lest that this An omen of his future funeral is Senex To be thought Dead the onely way has been Many to keep alive Scarce any thing Of Hope 's above His great birth bears him down Andromach Can none betray Senex Let not your fraud be known To witnesses Andromach What if the foe shall quaere Senex He perish'd in the City say Andromach The neer What are we if at last they finde our Guile Senex The victors fierceness lasts but for a while An. What w'thout great fear he cann't be hidden then Senex Secure do chuse helps snatch distressed men Andr. What place what Realm remote and invious Shall keep thee safe who 'le succour trembling us Who will Protect O Hector thou who hast Alwayes defended thine defend at last Conserve the close deed of thy pious wife Keep with thy dust a future victor's life Child Come neer the Tomb Why run'st back Despise Base Corners dost Thy valour I agnise He scorns to fear Thy Noble Sp'rit forget And ancient Courage Take what thy Fates permit See what poor Troop remains this Tomb and thou A Boy I prisoner We t' our Ills must bow Go to venture into this 3 holy seat Of thy Sepulted Sire thou hast if that The Fates will unto wretches help infer Thy Life if life deny thy Sepulcher Senex He 's closely hid But lest your fear betray Him hence receed and go another way Andromach Who fears at hand is wont to fear the lesse But let us from this place and if you please Senex Silence awhile Cease your Complaints I pray Vlysses moves his Cursed steps this way Androm Cleave earth O Husband from Stix deepest womb The Earth rend there keep my depositum Here 's Vlysses By 's musing pace 't is guest He Cunning mischief hatches in his breast Act the III. Scene the II. Enter Ulysses and Souldiers ILL news I bring but this I first require Though my mouth Speaks't believ 't not my desire It is the voyce of all the Greek guides whom Hector's Issue keeps from their long-left home Him do the Fates require the Grecians will Their peace uncertain think behinde them still Fear will enforce them for to look nor can They lay down armes whilst Andromach thy Son Doth Courage to the Conquer'd Trojans bring Andr. Doth thus indeed your Prophet Calchas sing Vlys If that our Augur Calchas silent were Yet Hector tell us this whose stock we fear The generous Seed the growing stock adorns So the small Hang-by calf t' a herd whose horns Yet has not cut the Skin when by and by His forehead ample grown and 's necks on high He rules the beasts and leads his father's flock So a small twig left to the lopped stock In a small time like to its mother grows Shaddows the Earth its boughs to Heaven shows So Sparks left carelessely their strength resume Grief is of things an unjust judge Presume Thou may'st that after a ten winters war As many summers the old Souldiers are Afraid of other broyles nor well esteem Themselves Troy not destroy'd A great thing them Disturbs A Future Hector t is Do thou Remove this fear that onely stays us now This stops our ready ships Cruel suppose Me not that I ask Hectors Son for chose By lot to do 't 1 Orestes I 'de require Come 2 suffer what the Conquerer did bear Andro. O Child would thou wert in thy Mothers hand What Chance bereft me of thee or what land Now holds thee Would I knew Not Enemies darts Stabb'd in my breast Nor cutting bonds nor smarts Of fire my sides surrounding e're should shake My maternal Faith O Child what chance doth take What place doth hold thee now wander unknown About the Fields dost thou Or overthrown Amongst the rubbish of thy Country trod Or has fierce victors sported with thy blood Or wert thou cast unto some cruel beast Or wert thou to the Trojan soules a feast Ulysses Leave feigning thus Thou canst not easily Deceive Ulysses 3 Mothers Treachery Yea wiles of Goddesses I have undone Leave these vain setches tell me where 's thy Son Andro. Where 's Hector Priamus all the Trojans where Thou ask'st for one I for them all do Quaere Ulysses You shall be forc'd to tell what you deny Andro. For he who ought would can 't is safe to die Ulysses Approaching Death will scare great words away Andro. If Andromach Ulysses thou 'lt betray With fear threat ' life to die is my desire Ulys What now thou hid'st by torments stripes death fire Thou shalt be forc'd to tell unwilling pain Thy closest Secrets from thy breast shall drain Necessitie's wont to do more then zeal 'T is vain to hide what straight thou must reveal An. Flames wounds the dire tricks of torments threat Famin and cruel thurst all Plagues complete Hot irons thrust into my bowels the Plague of close Prison and what e're may be Pleasing to th' angry tumid Conquerer The valiant mother can admit no fear Ulysses This Love in which thou dost so stifly ' bide The Greeks warns for their Children to provide After a ten years war and so far off I less should fear what Calehas prophiseth If For my self but thou do'st wais prepare For 4 Telemachas Androm I will ease from Care Ulysses and the Greeks O sorrow Griefes Say unto those you trouble Joy O Greeks Do thou as thou wert wont Good news declare To the 5 Pelasgians Dead is Hector's heir Ulysses How wilt thou prove that this is true Andromach So let The Greatest ill the Conquerer doth threat Happen to me Let Fates me quickly sley May I be buried in my Country may The Native soil 6 lightly on Hector spread As he wants light and lies amongst the dead And with due exequies laid in his Tombe Ulysses The Fates are pleas'd if Hector's Son is gone A solid peace and Joy to th' Greeks I 'le Give Aside What dost Ulysses will the Greeks believe Thee who thou The Mother What wont she swear Is' t not Death's dreadful Omen makes her fear Fear Omens what should such fear more now she Has ty'd her Faith by oath what thing may be Worse to be fear'd then that she perish Now Wiles Craft Fraud and thy self Vlysses shew Truth will appear Search out the Mother Mourn Shed Tears Lament she doth at every
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
more skill than they Your fingers strike a far diviner strain And mens Hearts harder than the stones you gain Brute Beasts when Orpheus play'd stood still and gaz'd When you stiff-necked men are more amaz'd He could unreasonable beasts controule But you command a reasonable Soul For men more fierce than cruell Tigers lay Their necks down and like captives yok'd obey Who then to bondage powerfull'st captives drew Orpheus tam'd beasts a harder task Men you ANOTHER WHen last I heard your nimble fingers play Upon your Lute nothing so sweet as they Seem'd all my soul fled ravish'd to my ear That sweetly animating sound to hear My ravish'd Heart with play Kept equal time Fell down with you with you did Ela climbe Grew sad or lighter as the tunes you plai'd And with your Lute a perfect measure made If all so much as I your Musick Love The whole world would at your devotion move And at your speaking Lutes surpassing charmes Embrace a lasting peace and fling by Arms To CELIA on some verses sent her by another DEar Fair if that some ripet wit In rapt of some poetick fit To ease the fancy of his brain Writ of Love and Love shall fain Shall those lines acceptance have Not those indited by thy slave Whose troubled brains no muses move But the darling God of Love If my lines you ' Count a toy You know Cupid is a boy Yet his trifles often finde Fair acceptance from the kinde Such are they whose search doth sist The givers mind above the guift Let others write to shew their wit When I Love shall be Cause of it On Love LOve is a fire Love is a flame Which darting came Th'orow the azure skie And just like the rays in Sol's hottest days peirc'd me from on high My heart before so chill and cold 'gan to unfold It self in those fair beams But its mighty flame soon it overcame Martyr'd 'twixt extreams Lov 's masterlesse and cruell fire if it grow higher Will kill with martyrdoms As heat forceth heat to a gentle retreat Love Love overcomes Song ASke me not why I am so sad nor why I here The Nymps forbear Do with my Arms a Crosse walk in this grove Within the hollow concave of my troubl'd breast Which never rests Lies the true cause and my tormentor Love 'T is jealous fear causes my care And burthens thus my Love-sick Heart I fear that she my deitie Delights to see my smart For still she frowns and Knitts her brows And doth abhorr my Company Whilst Lycon Courts her with her sports I dare not do 't though by O cruell fair why dost thou thus delight to kill Thy slave who will Whilst he has life adore thee and will be Courted by none for to neglect his duty though you are his foe And with tormenting pains would murther me And since that you forbid me sue Or ask for mercy I will ne'r With my complaints and sad laments In vain disturb your ear No death will doe as much as Love hath don VVith 's dart he 'l peirce me through Death will be found to Cure that wound VVhich Coelia would not doe DAMON to a foul Maid that courted him WHat mean'st thou Bacca Can my senses feast Upon the members of a parboyl'd Beast What boarish appetite thinkst thou I have That thou shouldst court me who 'd first wed a grave And death hug in my Arms then such a hag Whose hide pouch'd like a shrivl'd pudding-bag Reaks like another Aetna thy sous'd face And hawkie nose has not so good a grace As Madam monkies few Hairs on thy scalpe Thy mouth is Taenarus thy Teeth an alpe But that no snow but soot lyes always there In other parts like a deformed Bear Not yet lick'd into fashion Think'st thou Man Not turned Beast forsake his reason can To fall int' such a sink Thou stinking Trull Thou must like Pasiphae lie with a Bull Or couple with a boare thy next of kin For never hope you Man can tempt to sin For he that do'st it were I to judge his pain Should be and 't is enough to do 't again To LYDIA being retired privately into the Country NOw to the secret Groves is Lydia gone Stoll'n from us all meaning to live alone Among the silent woods where she may be From busie servants entertainments free And hear the pleasant songsters of the Groves With whistling layes resound their growing Loves With uncontrouling freedom view the trammells Of Flora which the fragrant meads inammels With pleasure walke and see the crystall brooks Catching the sportive fish with silver hooks Conversing with the flowry Napaeae Making diversity of flow'rs agree Bound up together 'mong the shady trees Daunce in a Circle with the Dryades Feeding on cleanly though but homely food Esteem'd the only Goddess of the wood O how I fear those rural pleasures may Entice her there to make a tedious stay But J with vows will Frosty Hyems move To hast the ruines of the leavy grove Pray cold mout'h Boreas kiss her tender cheek To make her shelter in the town to seek VVhere conversation and warm fires do bring Though frost without doors lies within a spring Poema Valedictorium Perdilecto intimoque Suo amico transfr 〈…〉 tura ALas what fate or rather providence Is this dear C unthought of rapt's thee hence What makes thee leave this Isle and seas pass o're To seek the blessings of a forrain shore Cann't ours content thee yea but thy free hand Transports the panneous blessings of our land And for exchange bring's back what ours hath none Of by exoticks to inrich our own Since then it is for publique good and thine That thou leav'st us it must needs be for mine I 'le not complain since truly one friend shou'd Suffer disasters for another's good And this is one and that of no mean weight That thee and I dear C must separate Vota Auspicata Farewell farewell may fruitefull Neptune please To sound retreat unto the surging seas By Triton's voyce may his resounding shell The threatning rage of all the billows quell May great Oceanus and Tridentifer Lest in th' envious liquid pathes you erre Be your conductors Let the Sea-Gods place Themselves about your ship for greater grace May Amphetrite and the Neriedes With all the Gods and graces of the seas Assembling sing Io-paeans to thy Honour And may the sea for joy thou rid'st upon her Express't with gentle leapings May the twinns Be never seen apart The God of winds Great Aeolus may he reflateing gales Enchaine within th' Hyperborean vales And let none 'Scape but Aura's from his hand To drive you forward to your wish'd-for land May glorious Titan pleasant make the dayes And gild the Sea with his projected rayes Serener nights attend you may the bright Phaebe at full give you her borrow'd light May Mercurie th' Negotiators God Attend you too with his Cyllenian rod And cause your gains ariseing from the fleece Of English Sheep Surmount that
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
Making him wander by new Fords of blood Or when he victor in 's high Chariot stood 9 Great Hector and Troy drawing on the ground Wroth with these words he made the shore resound Away away you negligent and pay Due honours to my Ghost Ingrate away Launch out your Ships into our Seas Greece shall Appease our anger with no triviall A noble prize must do 't Polyxene Unto our Ashes must betrothed be Let her be slain by Pyrhus hand and her Hot breathing blood imbrew my Sepulcher This said and night now vanquish'd down agen He goes and mersed in that Hellish den The riv'd Earth clos'd againe the Seas lye still VVindes lay their threats aside soft murmurs fill The Aire arising from the still'd profound A chore of 10 Tritons th' 11 Hymenaeum sound Act the II. Scene the II. Enter Pyrrhus Agamemnon NOw we should spread our merry Sailes at Sea Home-bound Achilles is forgotten he Whose hand alone Troy with the Earth did lay Repensating what ever short delay He made at 2 Scyros or at 3 Lesbos where They doubting neuters stood till he came there Now though thou wouldst obey what he might crave Thou giv'st too late All other Captains have Already their rewards What prize is lesse That may be giv'n to so great worthinesse Are his deserts but small who might have fled Wars and in Peace his life continued Unto an age surpassing 4 Nestors years Leaving his mothers guiles 5 and guise appears A man at Armes when that proud 6 Telephus Deny'd a passage through his Realm to us His hand new practis'd in Kings blood he dy'd 7 The same knew how to wound and heal beside Then 8 Thebes fell 9 Eetian vanquish'd saw His Kingdome tane 10 Lyrnessus the same way With a small force as from a Rock was cast 11 Eriseis too both Land and shee at last Was ta'en And 12 Chrysa cause of strife to us Cast down and the most famous 13 Tenedos In whose fat soyl the 14 Thracian flocks were fed And sacred 15 Cilla too subdue he did But what 16 Caycus streams can witnesse these Such mighty dread and so great miseries Of Nations so many dismantled townes As by a suddain whirl-winde chiefest Crownes And glory would have been to others this Unto Achilles but his entrance is Thus comes my Father and such Wars he bears Whilst he the way but unto War prepares Should I in silence other merits smother Had not one Hector been enough my Father Troy overcame ye pull'd it down To tell His great and noble acts it likes me well Hector lay slain before his Fathers eyes Fore's Unkle's 17 Memnon whose sad Mother dyes The mournfull day with a pale countenance The victor fear'd his own works precidence Achilles learn'd by this a Goddesses Son Might dye Your great fear ceas'd the 18 Amazon Being slain A maid unto Achilles thou If his deserts are justly weigh'd by you Dost owe although he should require that she A Grecian should or Mycene virgin be Art thou in doubt Can'st not allow this streight Thou who thine own to 19 Hellen immolate Didst canst thou fear that Pelius Son should have Priamus Daughter Accustom'd things I crave Agamemnon A youthfull vice 't is not to guide the rage Of passion This most in their youthfull age Possesse But thou thy Fathers also I Sometimes have meekly born the fierce and high Threats of surly 26 Aeacides Bear thou Meekly more things the more thou maist it do Why would'st thou stain the great Dukes noble Ghost With a dire slaughter It behoves us most To know what Victors ought to do and what The Conquer'd suffer can. A cruell state None long can hold Firm stands the moderate The more that power by Fortune's rais'd the more The fortunate ought for to bow and sore Afraid be of unconstant chance and fear The Gods when they so too much favouring are I by my Conquest learned have that brought Great things may in a moment be to nought Troy has too proud and cruell made us we Stand where it did may fall as well as she I grant sometime exalted and superb My selfe I bore too high This thing doth curb My lofty Spirit when Fortune's favour might Have rather been a cause for others height Thou mak'st me high and tumid Priamus King shall I ought but a vain glorious Title account But a false band esteem To bind our brows about the Diadem A sodain chance may ravish this without A thousand Ships or ten years time to do 't Bad fortune cometh not so slow to all I must confesse with your leave Greece the fall And ruine of Troy I would have helpt though I Desired much to have the victory But rage thirst of revenge Nights conquest let A Kings command Revenge did this commit And whatsomever cruelty hath pleas'd The Victor whose rage by the night increas'd The conq'ring Sword is mad once dy'd with blood Let what of ruin'd Troy is left abide Enough and more then enough we'ave punish'd I Cannot indure a Princely maid should dye A Sacrifice unto a Tombe or wet The Ashes with her blood nor that sell act Of Murther call a Marriage Mine be the blame Who lets not Sin and may commands the same Pyrrhus Shall then Achilles Ghost have no reward Agam Yes all his praise shall sing strange lands regard Shall his great Fame If blood then must be shed 21 To light his Grave cut off an Oxes head Spill blood for which no mothers weep may O! What custom 's this when man 's in shades below That t' him rites must be paid your sire refraine T'hare whom you 'd worship'd have with others pain Pyrrhus How lofty lifted up with secund State Thou art How fearfull when that dangers threat Tyrant again inflamed is thy breast With Sodain heat now of a new come lust 22 Will 't alwayes rob us of our spoyles This hand The victim shall unto Achilles send The which if thou deny'st a greater shall And sitter too then that of Pyrrhus fall My hands from regall blood suffer restraints Too long King Priam a companion wants Agam I don't deny but 't is thy chiefest fame I' th Warrs that Priam by thy Sword lies slain Once suppliant to thy Si•e Pyrrhus Suppliant to him But I as enemies regarded them Priam himselfe petitioned which thou Quaking or fear wer'in bold enough to do But trembling hidden lay and to commend 23 Thy suit did'st Ajax and Ulysses send Agam I do confesse your fire then did not fear When whilst our Fleet burnt and Greeks slaughter'd were Forgetting Armes and Warre he sloathfull lay And did upon his pleasant Viol play Pyr. Great Hector then thy Arms contemn'd yet fear'd Achilles Song Thessalian Ships secur'd In all that dread lay quietly at rest Agam Forsooth your Ships nor Father in the least Had cause of fear from Hector freed Pyrrhus To grant Life to a King of a great King 's a point Agam Why then didst thou a King of Life bereave Pyrrhus