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A09533	The tryumphes of Fraunces Petrarcke, translated out of Italian into English by Henrye Parker knyght, Lorde Morley. The tryumphe of loue. Of chastitie. Of death. Of fame. Of tyme. Of diuinitie; Trionfi. English	Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374.; Morley, Henry Parker, Lord, 1476-1556.	1555 (1555)	STC 19811; ESTC S110435	47,644	104

queynte arraye Not vsyd amonge vs at this present daye Which made me wonder what persōs theishuld be As one glad to learne and some new thinges to se There sawe I a boye on a firye chayre on hyghte Drawen with foure coursers all mylke whight Wyth bowe in hande and arrowes sharpe keene Against whome no shylde nor helme so sheene Myght in no wyse the mortale stroke wythstand When he shote wyth his most dreadfull hande To this also a straunge sight to se Two wynges vpon his shoulders had he wyth coloures more then I can wryte or tell A thousande dyuers this I noted well And all the rest were nakyd to the skynne Aboute the chayre where that this boye was in Some laye there deade gapynge on the grounde Some with his dartes had taken meny a wound Some were prysoners and could not scape away But folowed styll the chayre nyght and day I that sawe this wonderfull straunge sight To know what it mente dyd that I myght Tyll at the last I dyd perceaue and se My selfe to be amonge that company So had loue led me on that dawnce That as it lyked her so must I take the chawnce I then among that great number in that place Lokyng here and there in eche mannes face Yf any of myne Acquayntaunce I coulde se But none was there except perchaunce that he By age or death or payne was chaunged quyte As that I neuer had hym knowen by syght Wyth folowing that great kyng in that houre That is the grounde and cause of all dolowre Thus all astonied as I loked here and there All sodenly afore me then dyd there appeare A shadowe much more sadde for to regarde Than all the reste that I had sene or harde This sayd shadowe called me by name And sayd by loue is gotten all this fame Whereat I marueyled and sayde to hym agayne How knowest thou me to learne I wold be faine For who thou arte I doo not knowe at all So wonderous derke is here this ayre and all That I can nether perceaue nor yet well se What man thou art nor whence y t thou should be To that anone this shadowe to me sayde I am thy frende thou nedest not be dismayde And borne in Toscane where y u was borne perdye Thyne auncient frende if that thou lyst to se His wordes whiche that I knewe by dayes paste By his speche I knewe hym at the last All though his face I coulde not then well se And thus in talkyng together went we And he beganne and thus to me dyd saye It is right longe and thereto many a day That I haue loked the my frynde to se Amonge vs here in this our companye For thy face was to me a token playne That ones thou shouldest know loues payne To whome I made aunswere and sayde These wordes by me they cannot be denayde But the sorowe the daunger and the dreade That louers haue at the ende for theyr meade So put me in feare that I left all asyde Leste that my seruyce should be cleane denyde Thus sayd I and when he well perceyued Myne entention and my wordes conceyued Smylynge he sayde what flame of fyre Hath loue kyndled in thy hartys desyre I vnderstode then lytle what he ment For his wordes vnto my heade then went As fyrme and fast sure set anone As they had bene prynted in a marbell stone And thus for the newe game that I begane I prayde hym tell me of verie gentlenes than What people these were that afore me went He aunswered bryfely to myne intente That I should knowe what they should be And be shortly one of theyr companye And that it was my destany and lotte That loue shoulde tye for me such a knotte That I shoulde fyrst chaunge my heade to graye Or that I coulde vnclose that knot away But to fulfyll thy yonge desyre sayth he I shall declare what kynde of men they be And fyrst of the capteynes of them all His maner playne declare the I shall This is he that loue the worlde doth name Bytter as thou shalt well conceyue the same And much the more when the tyme shall be That thou shalt be amonge this companie A meke chylde in his lustye yonge age And in elde one all full of rage Well knoweth he that thys hath prouyd When thou by hym art heaued and shoued Thy selfe shall well see and vnderstand What a maister thou hast then in hande This god hath his fyrst byrth of ydelnes Noryshed with mankyndes foly and wantones And of vayne thoughtes plesaunt and swete To a sage wyse man nothynge mete Callyd a god of the people most vayne All be it he geueth for theyr rewarde and payne Some the death forthwyth out of hande Some alonge tyme in miserye to stand To loue I say them that loues not hym Fast tyed and fetred both cheke and chynne Nowe haue I declared to the this goddes feste Nowe wyl I tell the in order of the reste Hym that thou seest that so lordely doth go And leadeth wyth hym his loue also It is the valeaunte Cesar Iulius Wyth hym is quene Cleopatra the beutiouse She tryumphes of hym and that is good ryghte That he that ouercame the worlde by myght Should hymselfe ouer commen be By his loue euen as thou mayest se The next vnto hym is his sonne deare The great Augustus that neuer had peare That louyde more iustly then Cesar playne By request hys Lynya he dyd obtayne The thyrde is the dyspytefull tyraunte Nero That furyously as thou seest doth go And yet a woman hym ouercame Wyth her regardes Lo she made hym tame Beholde the same is the good Marcus Worthy to haue prayse for his lyfe vertuouse Full of phylosophy both the tounge and breste Yet for Fausteyn he standeth as arreste The tother two that stand hym by That loke both twayne so fearefullye The tone is Denyse the tother Alexander That well was rewarded for his s●●aunder The tother was he that soore complayned Under Autander wyth teares vnfayned The death of Crensa and toke awaye The loue from hym as the poete doth saye That toke from Enander his sone deare Among the rest thou mayest se hym here Hast thou harde euer reason heretofore Of one that neuer would consent more To hys stepmothers foull and shamefull desires But flye from her syght and her attyres But wo alas that same chast honest mynde Was his death as thou mayst playnely fynde Because she chaunged hyr loue vnto hate Phedra she hyght that caused the debate And yet was it hyr owne Death also A sore punyshment vnto both them two To the sens that deceyued Adryan Wherefore it is full often founde than That one that blameth another parde He hym selfe is more to blame then he And who so he be wythouten any doubte That by fraude or crafte doth go aboute Another that trusteth hym for to beguyle Yt is good reason that wyth that selfe wyle He be seruyd wyth that same

sawse Lo what it is a louer to be false This is he the famouse worthy knyght That betwyxt two systers standeth vpryghte The tone by hym was cruelly slayne The tother his loue in ioye dyd remayne He that goeth with hym in the route It is Hercules the stronge fierce and stoute That loue caused to folowe hyr daunce The tother whiche in louynge had hard chaunce It is Achylles the Greke so bolde That for Polexemes loue dyed as it is tolde There mayst thou see also Demophone And Phylys hys loue that sore dyd mone Hys absence wherby that she dyed Lo those that stande vpon the tother syde Is Iason and Medea that for his loue Deceaued hyr father his trueth to proue The more vngentle is Iason in dede That gaue hyr suche rewarde for hyr mede Hysyphyle foloweth and she doth wayle also For the barbarouse loue was taken hyr fro Next in ordre there commeth by and by He that hath the name moost excellently Of bewtye and with hym commeth she that ouersone behelde his beutye Wherby ensued innumerable of harmes Thoroughe out the world by Mars charmes Beholde I praye the among the companye Enone complaynynge full heauely For Parys that dyd hyr falsly betraye And toke in hyr stede fayre Helen awape Se also Menelaus the Grekysse kynge For his wyfe Helene in greate mournynge And Hermon the fayre Horestes for to call And Laodome that standeth all apall Crye for hyr loue the good Protheossolaus And Irgia the faythfull for Pollynisus Here I pray the the greuous lamentynges The syghes the sorowes and the bewaylynges Of the myserable louers in this place That are brought into so dolorous case That there spyrytes they are about to rendre Unto the false God that is so sclendre I can not nowe tell the all the names That the false God of loue thus tames Not onely men that borne be mortall But also the hyghe greate Goddes supernall Are here in this greate and darke presse What shulde I any more nowe rehearse Se where Uenus doth stande with Mars Whose heade and legges the yron doth enbrase And Pluto and Preserpyne on the other syde And Iuno the ielyous for all hyr pryde And Apollo with his gaye golden lockes That gaue vnto Uenus scornes and mockes yet in Thessalia with this boyes fyrye darte This great God was pearsed to the harte And for conclusion the Goddes and Goddesses al Of whome Uarro doth make rehearsall Beholde how afore loues'chayre they goo Fast fettred and chayned from toppe to too And Iupiter hym selfe the great myghty kynge Amonge the other whiche is a maruelous thing ¶ The second Chapter of the Tryumphe of Loue. ALl musynge wyth greate admiration As one astonnyed to see the fasshyon Nowe here nowe there I loked all aboute To se the order of this greate huge route And as my harte from thought to thought past I sawe twayne together at a caste Hande in hand they went in the prease Reasonynge together they dyd not sease Theyr straunge habyte and theyr araye And theyr language more straunge I saye Was vnto me so darke and obscure That what they ment I knowe not be ye sure Tyll my felowe by his interpretation Of that whiche they talked made declaration And then when I knewe what they were Into theyr presence I drewe me nere And perceaued that the one spirite was Frende to the Romaynes that there dyd passe The to ther contrary a perpetuall foo I lefte hyr then and to the tother dyd goo and sayde O Masinissa I the praye For Scypyons sake which thou dydst loue alway And for Sophonysba that standeth the by That I am so bolde be thou not angrye To demaunde the what thou doest here Masinissa aunswered with a sad chere I do desyre to knowe what thou shulde be For it is I tel the a great wonder vnto me That thou doest spye my great affection whiche that I be are with suche dilection To this my loue and to my tother frende That desyre of me and I wyll condescende To all that thynge that thou wylt haue me do I aunswered gently O hyghe prynce not so My poore estate desyreth no suche mede A small lytle fyer farre of in dede Bryngeth forth but a small lyght But thy royall fame O noble knyght Is euery where blowen and spredde This duke afore whome thou arte ledde I praye the gently kynge expresse Whether he doth lede you both in peace You and Sophonysba for I suppose That twayne suche louers as together goese In all the worlde were harde to fynde He aunswered and sayde thy wordes are so kind That although thou knowe hole the case Of all my loue howe greuous that it was Yet wyll I tell the thy fancy to appease And thy mynde to set at rest and ease That noble Duke that onlye had my harte So true and sure and fast in euery parte That I in frendshyp with Lelins may compare Whersoeuer his worthy baner dyd fare There was I wyth that moste worthy knyght But not so fortunate as he deserued by ryght For full of goodnes and grace was he Aswell wyth soule as in the fayre bodye Nowe after the Romaynes by singler honoure Had sprede theyr armes by myght and power To the extreme partes of the occident Thither wyth this valeaunt Scipion I went There was I in loue fyrst taken than Wyth this Sophonisba this swete woman And she with me in such a feruent guyse That I affirme and with so true aduyse That neuer two louers loued better Nor two true louing hartes nor sweter Agreade in one nor yet neuer shall But the tyme of duryng alas it was but small For sone vanished away our louely chere As I tell the yf that thou wilt me here For albeit I toke her to my wyfe And thought with her to haue led my lyffe The bond was broken forthwith in twayne By his holy wordes that more myght certayne Then all the worlde in such faruente case The knot he losed and I my selfe gaue place And nowe wonder for I in hym dyd see So highe vertue in all kynde of degree That as I may say by good comparison He is all blynde that cannot see the sonne And albeit that iustice was offence To oure true loue yet his high prudence And his deare frendshyppe dyd me compell For to folo we his sage worthy councell In honour a very father was he And in loue a chylde in yche degree A brother in yeres which me constrayned Wyth heuy harte with sighes depe payned Scipio to obeye whereby my wyfe Was constrayned for to lose her lyfe And that wyllingly rather then she Into vyle seruitude brought should be And I my selfe the mynister was To my great doloure to execute this case So ardently she desired the death That I my selfe as the trueth sayeth To her prayer dyd then condiscend To my great heuynes this was the ende I sent her venyme for to drynke Wyth such a sorowe as thou mayest thynke Y feuer thou feltes of

the tother with pale face and colde Pygmalion was there among the reste With his wyfe Alyf that he loued best And amonge these I harde a thousande synge In Castallia where these Poetes brynge These louers with them more then I reherse In prose in ryme in metre and in verse And at the last Cydippe dyd I see Scorned with an apple there was she ¶ The thyrde chapter of the tryumphe of Loue. SO muche was my hearte a marueld of this syght That I stode styll as one that had no myght To speake or looke but to holde hys peace As desyreous to haue some councell doubtles When that my frende gentylly to me sayde Why doest thou muse Why arte thou dismayde Shewe forth a better chere and porte And se how that I am one of the sorte That wyll I nyll I must folowe the rest Brother sayde I and thou knowest best Myne entention and the hote loue I feale Whiche is so whote that it cannot keale So that suche busynes doth trauayle my mynde That what I wolde saye I leaue behynde He aunswered and sayde I do heare it all And well vnderstande by thy memoriall Thou wouldest knowe yet what these other be And I shall shewe thee yf thou wylte heare me Seest thou yondre great man of honoure That is Pompeus so great of power That hath with hym Cornelia the chaste Complaining of the vyle Tholome the vnstedfast That betrayed so noble and worthy a man The tother is the great and myghtie grecian Alexander the lorde of lordes all Egystus and Clytemistra see where they stall And howe by them one may soone fynde Loue vnconstant waueryng and blynde More faste loue founde she that standeth by Ipermistra it is that fayre swete ladye See also where Piramus doth goo And with hym Thisbe that he loued soo That in the derke mette oft together Leander in the see and Ero at the fenester And hym that thou doest se so pensyle and sadde It is Ulixes that so chaste a wyfe hadde That dyd longe abyde hys returne from Troy Nowe on Cyres he hath all his ioye And yonder man that thou doest aduerte That made all ytaly sore for to smerte It is Amilcar sonne in very deade That made all the Romaynes to feare and dread And althoughe he made yche man to quake A vyle wench prysoner doth hym take And yonder woman with the short heare Loke howe she foloweth here and there All though she were quene of Ponto Her husbande whersoeuer he doth goo As a seruaunte and not as a wyfe She ledde wyth hym a full harde lyfe The tother thou seest is Porcia the true The chastiste wyfe that euer man knewe Because that yron men dyd her forbyde The fyre she swallowed tyll she were dede Beholde where is Iulia that soore complayned That she best loued her husband vnfayned And yet he louide hys second wyfe better There could to her be no payne greater Turne thyne eyes on the other syde And see the olde holy father begylde And dysdayne not for to take the payne To serue seuen yeares to haue Rachell agayne O lyuely loue that with labour doth encrease See the father of this Iacob neuerthelesse And the graundefather of Sara take delyght Thus doth loue wyth his power and myght After loke howe loue cruell and euyll Ouercame Dauide and made hym to kyll His faythfull seruaunt which he repented sore In a derke place he dyd repentaunce therefore A lyke mysty cloude pyte to thynke vpon So ●erkyd the great wysedome of Salomon That well neare it quenched hys hygh fame Se also I praye the among the same He that louyde and hatyd in a whyle And it is he that Thamar dyd beguyle Wherefore she complayned to Absolone Of hyr mysfortune she made wondre mone And lytle afore hym see there he went The stronge Sampson that sore dyd repent For putting his heade in his loues lappe Tellyng her hys secretes he hadde hard happe After beholde amonge swordes and speares Iudeth that hent hym by the heares The proude Holiferne vanquished by loue Whereby she sauyde her citie from reproue There was no moo but she and hee mayde That dyd thys wonders acte at that abrayde Doest thou not see Sychen afore thine eyes Emonge the circumcysed people howe he dyes Scorned in lyke maner as the tother was Thys was loue that brought hym to that case Lo where thou mayest see the greate Assuerus That for to heale hys malady amarouse Left the tone and toke hym to a sweter There is no remedy agaynst loue better Then one nayle to knocke out with a nother A stronge example this is among the other But nowe wylt thou see in one tyrantes hart Loue and crueltie which is a diuers parte Beholde Herodes howe he doth complayne Thys myscheuouse tyrante inhumayne To late repentyd soo doth dyuers mo The deade ones done it cannot be vndoo Maryamne hys loue he calleth and clepeth And all in vayne wherefore he wepeth And lo there one may beholde and see Three fayre swete Dameselles where they be Pocry and the good gentle Arthemesia And in there companye there standeth Deidamin These were not soo good but the other be as yll That foloweth this loues tryumphe styll Semiramis and Biblia and Mirra the gent That of theyr vyle loue do soore repente I am not aduysed theyr offences to name Therefore I leue it for very pure shame Nowe foloweth then that fyll bokes wyth lyes Launslote and Trystram that for Ysode dyes And Quene Queynor with other louers moo But specially the fayre gentle Darmino That made for his loue great complaynte And she for hym wexed pale and faynte Thus spake my frende I which herkened well All these hystories that he to me dyd tell Stode astonied as in dreade and feare Of hurt to come that hastyth nere and nere Pale and wane as he that is so taken Oute of his tombe newe rysen and awaken When that all sodenly by me there stode The fayrest yonge mayden of face and mode That euer I sawe whyter then a doue Which vnprouided toke me soore in loue And although that I dyd pretende By strength agaynst her me to defende And that I would resyst in the place A man of armes in such a soden case Yet for hyr wordes and with her smyling there She bounde me fast and toke me prysoner And euyn then for trueth in that degree My frende drue nere and smyling sayde to me In my nere wysperyng nowe speake thou may What loue is and all her nyce playe Nowe mayest thou knowe it as well as I Both we be spottyd wyth one maladye I than was one of this great arraye That more dyd lament the trueth I saye Of other mens loue that prosperde well Then of myne owne doloure of which I tell And as he that repenteth all to late Of hurte taken vnwysely allgate So of my loues beautie dyd I make Myne owne death which wyllyngly I take By loue by ielozy by enuye also Burnynge