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The lamentation of Troy, for the death of Hector Wherevnto is annexed an olde womans tale in hir solitarie cell.
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Ogle, John, Sir, 1569-1640.
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1594
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STC 18755; ESTC S110186
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THE Lamentation of Troy for the death of Hector Wherevnto is annexed an Olde womans Tale in hir solitarie Cell Omne gerendum leue est LONDON Printed by Peter Short for William Mattes 1594 To the Right Honorable Sir Peregrin Bartue knight Lord of Willoughby and Earsby al increase of Honor and true happinesse I Haue presumed Right honourable vpon these three reasons to present this vnworthy pamphlet vnto your honors courteous view and fauourable protection The first is from your own noble worthinesse for that you are and are so thought the onely Hector of Albion and therfore most worthy to protect Hector The second for that it was the wil and desire of the Ghost of the woful Ghost of Ilion that in hir teares you might behold the sorrows of your owne countrey whensoeuer iniurious fates shoulde cause you miscarrie The third and last is my good Lord mine owne priuate affection wherein I haue long honoured you and hauing no place to make it knowne haue long desired to finde some opportunitie to shew the same I hope your Lordship will pardon me for that affection is a most veniall offence And if heerein I doe not honour your Lordship so much as you are worthy and I earnestlie wish yet please it you to fauour and pardon this first and as time and yeares shall enable me with a more experienced iudgement and knowledge I will studie and endeuour that which shal be more worthy your honours fauourable protection Please it you accept and I am graced and my labour richly rewarded I cease to trouble your Lordship further at this time I vow my selfe to your Lordships seruice and so most humbly take my leaue Your Honours humbly at command I. O. The Prologue WHilom to him whom Morpheus God of sleepe Made slumbring dreames his sences al to keepe Lockt in the prison of the darke some night When eares were deafe and eyes could see no light When men are made the liuely forme of death Saue onely that they softly draw a breath Did come a Ghost a ghost most gastly crying Helpe me to death that haue so long beene dying With that he wakened and with feare beholding Saw hir lament her armes togither folding A pale-wan thing and yet with wounds fresh bleeding Sodden in teares in teares that were exceeding He much afright began to shrinke for feare She bad him feare not but my story heare I am Troys ghost that now appeares to thee And well I know that thou hast heard of me But now I come not what I was to tell For what I was alas each one knowes wel I come to thee to craue thy gentle ayde To further her that hath so long beene staide From blissefull rest because I haue not told My woes for Hector which I must vnfold But that alasse am I not able euer To shew alone without the kind endeuor Of some good wight that can bewaile with me And tell my tale while I shall weeping be The churlish Charon thwarts my passage ouer Saying my soule shal neuer blisse recouer Till I haue doone this weary taske imposed Neuer my ghost shal be in rest reposed O helpe me then to tell my doleful story That I at last may cease to be so sory First will I speake and to the world declare For Hectors death mine euerlasting care So long til teares doe stop my faltring tong And when I cease I pray thee tell along He then accorded to hir pitteous sute Granting to speake when teares did make hir mute So that she would lay open to his eies The cause and manner of hir wofull cries Then forth with causde she vnto him appeare The forme of Troy the persons that were there Chiefest mourners for worthy Hectors death As they then wailde when fates new stopt his breath He then emboldende stoutly veiwd them all And tels her tale when she from speach doth fall Writing their words vnto the world to shew them It was her will that he might so renew them Yet had she rather Spencer would haue told them For him she calde that he would helpe t' vnfold them But when she saw he came not at hir call She kept hir first man that doth shew them all All that he could but all can no man shew But first she spake as after doth ensew Troys Lamentation for the death of Hector LO here the teares and sad complaint of her Within whose gates all ioyes were once abounding Faire Ilions teares whose deepe laments may stir A flintie hart vnto a sigh-resounding Yet for hir selfe doth Ilion not mone But for hir Hector which is dead and gone Sweet sacred Muses you whose gentle eares Are wont to listen to the humble praier Of plaining Poets and to lend your teares From your faire eies vnto a woes-displayer Now rest your selues your ayde I not implore For in my selfe I finde aboundant store Nor can I craue vpon your blubbered cheeks That you for me more showers should be raining Though you are kind to euery one that seekes Yet haue you matter for your owne complaining I saw your teares and pittifull wamentings But they are few that list to your lamentings Good naturde Nymphs you are too milde for me Troy tels of horror and of driery things Let your faire ayde in Loue and Musick be Or in his tongue which pleasant Poems sings Furies and Frensies are fit companie To helpe to blase my wofull tragedie The damned Soules that liue in lasting paine Whose endlesse torments force them to be yelling Sounds euer balefull and whose bane againe Is that in torture they are euer dwelling Their sighes and shrikes accompanie full well My trembling toong this greeuous tale to tell Snake-wreath'd Alecto and Megaera railing Howling Tisiphon euermore lamenting With all that vgly is or else still wailing Their cursed haps and are deepe hell frequenting Such as breath sulphur in eternal groning They are companions fitting to my moning Stone rowling Sisiphus in his wearie taske And thirstie Tantalus in his riuer biding And wofull Yxyon al these might I aske To be with shrikes my drery penne a guiding But I my selfe suffice without assistance If soules effusion be sufficient greeuance Hector thou knowst or else thy soule doth know For thou alas art Hector now no more Haue Troy ten thousand soules she will bestow Them all on thee and powre them out before The throne of Ioue for mercy euer calling For ah thy ruine was our vtter falling But why alas must thou needs die so soone Troys cheefe-supporter and the worlds great-wonder O let the man that thee to death hath doone From deaths fel torments neare be seene asunder O let him euer die yet not be slaine But when he would be dead reuiue againe Heape on him torments and ore-whelme with woes Hels Queene Proserpina this I begge of thee And if there be some wights thou countst thy foes O with those plagude ones let him placed be Or if there be a place that 's worse than hel Grant
their shrines to be saued When in the men is power to giue Vnto some of those Saints whether they liue Or perish through loue but alas men know not When they haue this power and so they do not Giue them their doom women so well dissemble still Well now to loue it was my will And to be lou`d was his harts desire Who said he burnt in loues damned fire Such inward flames did kindle in his brest That so long as I delaid he found no rest This he vowd with protestations And seald with sighs and heauy lamentations Begging at me with great humility That I on him would haue some pitty Else should he alas by loue perish Now did I all this while cherish A greater fire in my heart Loue had in me a bigger part And reason I had on him to haue remorse Who was deeper wounded by the same force For though I smothered in the flame And vnder modesty hid the same As in deede so we ought to proue Whether men dissemble or truly loue Yet at last it burnt so strong None can hide fire long That will by his light it selfe discouer That I was compelled to tell my louer That now I lou'd as well as he Here need no recitall be Of our great ioy there was no tarrying To hinder vs now from our marrying Both vvhose hearts loue had so sharply vvhet That they were only onmariage set To try the knot of ioy and pleasure The bond of loue the louers treasure But novv I vvill omit the complements The feastings iustings and turnements The maskes banquets and iollities The routs reuels and companies The sights shewes and tragoedies Of state and for mirth the commedies That were at our wedding solemnised These being done it was deuised That I should now away wend With my new husband and my deare frend Into the country where he did then wunne And as it was deuised so was it done And with him did I liue a happy wife About twenty yeares during his life But when we had liu`d together so long O here begins my wofull song In all delight and honest pleasure Tasting of ioy in a full measure In this the highest of my blisse By death away he taken is He whom I did loue so dearely My stay my ioy my comfort merely Alas what neede I tell the monings The teares the griefes and the wofull wailings That then I haue most inly conceaued When Death from me hath him bereaued O let them iudge that know the like What seuerall torments their soules do strike Alas I die to thinke thereon With that hir speach was from hir gone She weps and wails and often to death swound Falling with hir face plat vpon the ground She is with sorrovv so vvoe-begone As one that ment to die anone But that ne may endure hir kinde Then doth she hir sences againe find Through that small aide that I could lend hir In such a case vvho could not but befrend hir And after thus telleth on hir vvofull story Ay me she sayes hovv could I be but sory From him that vvas so deare to part For loue and frendship make the knot in the heart When brotherhood knits but in the bloud Therefore I hold it oft more good And lesser griefe some brother to forgo Then a faithful friend but alas what shal I doe That haue lost both a friend and a brother That was to me both the one and the other My husband my rocke my chiefest piller My hope my ioy my dearest wel-willer But yet alack this is not all Such torments oft to others fall By death to lose their husbands companie And such as were their chiefe felicitie Many before me so haue done * And for example take Andromach for one What were hir tortures when she hir Lord lost How vvas Penelope in sorrowes seas tost While hir Vlisses floted on the maine Longing to see him at Ithica againe Yet might not enjoy him of long time nor tide But alasse hir sorrow vvas smal to abide * Now vvas al this but the step to my woes The keie of care the ground-worke of sorrowes The feareful entrance to a further danger The bloudy herald of more cruell anger What should I say the messenger of death O heer 's my griefe now stops my breath Here is the cause of my calamitie And the verie floud-gate opening to miserie O staie a vvhile I cannot yet speake Then did she sigh as if hir hart would breake Watering the furrows of hir wrinckled face With teares that she shovvred dovvne apace Wringing hir hands and cursing cruel time That thus had changed since hir flowring prime But then she cleered from that drooping raine And gastlie cries anew this was my deadly paine To see my children weepe and mone Which he left vnto me alone To see them in such pitious state Mourning to me and I disconsolate * Alas he left me children three Children distrest and mother in miserie For father dead and husband gone Yet doe the yongest not onlie mone For death of their father but for he vnkind Had them no dearer in his mind They waile his death lament their own estate I weepe for both we al curse cruell fate For now ere he died by will he gaue That Maximio the eldest should al haue So was he called that was my first-borne But the other two hath he left forlorne Whereof the one was hight Medalgo And the other was ycleped Iunio. Only he stil reseru`d my portion For it was my ioynter by condition Ne could he that dispose awaie But for the yonger he left slender staie Little he gaue to them God knowes A poore pention he bestowes An annual rent of fiue pounds charge And yet he thought it ouer large To burden his house with such a pay Alas alas now may they wel say What booteth vs our birth or our bloud What doth gentilitie doe vs good What are we better then the base Seing Nature and Fortune thus vs disgrace O the great follio of Albions fond custome Iudge austere O most vnequall doome Yet had Maximio still beene liuing But fates after his father soone wrought his ending Their wants by his bountie had beene supplied For to his hart they were so nighe tied That they ne might aske what he would not giue But he eke is dead and his sonne doth liue His sonne fostred among his mothers kin Of whom they must now first begin To insinuate acquaintance if they would ought haue And yet aske and goe without they say they must saue For the yong infant Maximios sonne But alasse vvhy had fate Maximio done To fell death so suddenlie That he ne had his memorie To doe for his brothers as nature would And as indeed their father should Had he remembred Natures right Thus on a sudden changed was my light My glorious shining and my summers daie Is now gone downe and drencht in the sea It setteth with the sun but neuer may arise For now alasse doth