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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10246	Argalus and Parthenia The argument of ye history. Written by Fra: Quarles.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Sidney, Philip, Sir, 1554-1586. Arcadia.; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.	1629 (1629)	STC 20526; ESTC S112006	79,656	165

Yet Fame and honour hath selected one From that illustrious crew and him alone Haue recommended to my carefull quill Forbidding that his honour sho●…ld lye still Among the rest whom fortune and his spirit That day had crowned with a victors merit His name was Argalus In Cyprus borne And if what is not ours may adorne Our proper fortunes his blood royall springs From th' ancient stocke of the great Cyprian Kings His outside had enough to satisfie The expectation of a curious eye Nature was too too prodigall of her beauty To make him halfe so faire whom Fame and duty He ought to Honour cal●…'d so often forth T' approue the exc'lence of his manly worth His minde was richly furnisht with the treasure Of morall knowledge in so liberall measure Not to be proud So valiant and so strong Of noble courage not to dare a wrong Friendly to all men inward but with few Fast to his old friends and vnapt for new Lord of his word and master of his passion Serious in buisnesse choyce in recreation Not too mistrustfull and yet wisely wary Hard to resolue and then as hard to vary And to conclude the world could hardly finde So rare a body with so rare a minde Thrice had the bright surueyour of the heauen Diuided out the dayes and nights by euen And equall houres since this child of fame Inuited by the glory of her name First view'd Partheniaes face whose mutuall eye Shot equall flames and with the secret tie Of vndisclos'd affection ioyn'd together Their yeelding hearts their loues vnknown to either Both dearly lou'd the more they stroue to hide Their loue affection they the more descride It lyes beyond the power of art to smother Affection where one vertue finds another One was their thoughts and their desires one And yet both lou'd vnknowne beloued vnknowne One was the Dart that at the selfe same time Was sent that wounded her that wounded him Both hop'd both fear'd alike both ioy'd both grieu'd Yet where they both could helpe was none relieu'd Two lou'd and two beloued were yet none But two in all and yet that all but one By this time had their barren lippes betraid Their timorous silence now they had displaid Loues sanguine colours whilst the winged Child Sate in a tree and clapt his hands and smil'd To see the combat of two wounded friends He strikes and wounds himselfe while she defends That would be wounded for h●…r paine proceeds And flowes from his and from his wound she bleeds She playes at him and ayming at his breast Pierc'd her owne heart and when his hand addrest The blow to her faire bosome there it found His owne deare heart and gaue that heart the wound At length both conquer'd and yet both did yeeld Both lost the day and yet both wan the field And as the warfare of their tongues did cease Their lips gaue earnest of a ioyfull peace But ô the hideous chances that attend A louers progresse to his iournies end How many desp'rate rubs and dangers waite Each minute on his miserable state His hopes doe build what straight his feares destroy Sometimes he surfeits with excesse of ioy Sometimes despairing ere to find reliefe He roares beneath the tyranny of griefe And when loues current runnes with greatest force Some obuious mischiefe still disturbes the course For loe no sooner the discouerd flame Of these new parted louers did proclaime Loues sacred Iubilé but the Virgins Mother The posture of whose visage did discouer Some serious matter harb'ring in her brest Enters the roome Halfe angry halfe in iest Shee thus began My dearest child this night When as the silent darknesse did inuite Mine eyes to slumber sundry thoughts possest My troubled minde and robb'd me of my rest I slept not till the early bugle horne Of Chaunti●…lere had summon'd in the Morne T' attend the Light and nurse the new-borne Day At last when Morpheus with his leaden key Had lockt my senses and enlarg'd the power Of my heauen guided fancy for an houre I slumbred and before my slumbring eyes One and the selfesame dreame presented thrice I wak'd and being frighted at the vision Perceiu'd the Gods had made an app●…ition My dreame was this Me thought I saw thee sitting Drest like a princely Bride with robes befitting The state of Maiesty thy Nymph-like haire Loosely dissheuel'd and thy browes did beare A Cypresse wreath and thrice three months expir'd Thy pregnant wombe grew heauy and required Lucina's aid with that me thought I saw A teame of harnest Peacocks fiercely draw A siery Chariot from the flitting sky Wherein there sate the glorious Maiesty Of great Saturnia on whose traine attended An hoast of Goddesses Iuno descended From out the flaming Chariot and blest Thy painfull wombe Thy paines a while encreast At length she laid her gentle palmes vpon Thy fruitfull flanke and there was borne a son She made thee mother of a smiling boy And after blest thee with a mothers ioy She kist the Babe whose fortune she foresold For on his head she set a Crowne of Gold Forthwith as if the heauens had clouen in sunder Me thoughts I heard the horrid noise of thunder The raine pour'd downe and yet the skie was cleare And euery drop that lighted did appeare As orient pearle mixt with refined gold VVbereat the goddesse turn'd and said Behold Great I●…ue hath sent a gift goe forth and tak 't Thus hauing spoke she vanisht and I wak't I wak'●… and waking trembled for I knew They were no idle passages that grew From my distemperd thoughts t was not a vaine Delusion rouing from a troubled braine It was a vision and the gods forespake Parthenia's fortune Gods cannot mistake I lik'd the dreame wherein the gods foretold Thy ioyfull mariage and the shower of gold Betokened wealth The Infants golden Crowne Ensuing honour Iuno's comming downe A safe deliuerance and the smiling Boy Summ'd vp the totall of a mothers ioy But what the wreath of Cypresse that was set Vpon thy nuptiall browes presag'd as yet The gods keepe from me if that secret doc Portend an euill heauen keepe it from thee too Aduise Parthenia Seeke not to withstand The plot wherein the Gods vouchsafe a hand Submit thy will to theirs what they enioy●…e Must be nor lyes it in my power or thine To contradict Endeauor to fulfill What else must come to passe against thy will Now by the fil●…all all duty thou dost beare The gods and me or if ought else more deare Can force obedience as thou hop'st to speed At the gods hands in greatest time of need By heauen by hell by all the powers aboue I here coniure Parthenia to remoue All sond conceits that labour to disioyne What heauen hath knit Dem●…goras's heart and 〈◊〉 The gods are faithfull and their wisedomes know What 's better for vs mortalls then we doe Doubt not my child the gods cannot deceiue What heauen does offer feare not to receiue With thankfull hands Passe

reuenge which was not long effecting For whilst Amphialus whose hopes inflam'd His tyrannous thoughts with conquest proclaim'd Vndoubted victory heapt his strokes so fast As if each blow had scorn'd to be the last The watchfull Argalus whose nimble eye Dispos'd his time in onely putting by Put home a thrust his right foot comming in And pierc'd his Nauell that the wound had bin No lesse then death if Fortune that can turne A mischiefe to aduantage had for borne To show a miracle for with that blow Amphialus last made his arme had so O estrucke it selfe that sideward to the ground He fell and falling he receiu'd that wound Which had he stood had enter'd in point blancke But falling only graz'd vpon his flancke Being downe braue Argalus his threatning sword Bids yeeld Amphialus answering not a word As one whose mighty spirit did disdaine A life of almes but striuing to regaine His legs and honour Argalus let driue With all the strength a wounded arme could giue Vpon his head but his hurt arme not able To doe him present seruice answerable To his desires let his weapon fall With that Amphialus though daz'd withall Arose but Argalus ran in and graspt 〈◊〉 clos'd together with him where both claspt And grip'd each in th'unfriendly armes of either A while they grappled grappling fell together And on the ground with equall fortune stroue Some time 〈◊〉 was got aboue And sometimes Argalus Both ioyntly vow'd 〈◊〉 Both wallowed in their mingled blood Both bleeding fresh Now Argalus bids yeeld And now Amphialus Both would win the field Yet neither could At last by free consent They rose and to their breathed swords they went The Combat's now renew'd both laying on As if the fight had beene but new begon New wounds asswage the smarting of the old And warme blood entermingles with the cold But Argalus whose wounded arme had lost More blood then all his body could almost Supply and like an 〈◊〉 that expends So long as he hath either stocke or friends Bled more then his spent Fountains could make good His spirit could giue courage but not blood As when two wealthy Clyents that waxe old In suit whose learned councell can vphold And glaze the cause alike on either side During the time their tearmly golden tide Shall flow alike from both 't is hard to say Who prospers best or who shall get the Day 〈◊〉 he whose water first shall cease to flow And ebbe so long till it shall ebbe too low His cause though richly laden to the brincke With right shall strike vpon the barre and sincke And then 〈◊〉 easie Councell may vnfold The doubt The question 's ended with the gold Euen so our Combatants the 〈◊〉 their blood Was equall 〈◊〉 the Cause seem'd equall good The Victory equall equall was their armes Their Hopes were equall 〈◊〉 was their harmes But when poore Argalus his wasting blood Ebb'd in his veines although it made a flood A 〈◊〉 flood in the vngratefull field His cause his strength but not his heart must yeeld Thus wounded Argalus the more he fail'd The more the proud Amphialus preuail'd With that Amphialus whose noble strife Was but to purchase honour and not life Perceiuing what aduantage in the fight He gained and the valour of the Knight Became his suitor that himselfe would please To pitty himselfe and let the Combat cease Which noble Argalus that neuer vs'd In honour to part stakes with thankes refus'd Like to a lucklesse gamester who the more He loses is 〈◊〉 willing to giue o' 〈◊〉 And filling vp his empty veines with spite Begins to summe his forces and vnite His broken strength and like a Lampe that makes The greatest blaze at going out he takes His sword in both his hands and at a blow Cleft armour shield and arme 〈◊〉 in two But now enrag'd Amphialus forgets All pitty and trusting to his Cards he sets That stock of courage treasur'd in his brest Making his whole estate of 〈◊〉 his Rest And vies such blowes as Arg'lus could not see Without his losse of life so thundred he Vpon his wounded body that each wound Seem'd like an open Sluce of blood that found No hand to stop it till the dolefull cry Of a most beautious Lady who well nie Had run her selfe to death restrain'd his arme Perchance too late from doing further harme It was the faire Parthenia who that night Had dream'd she saw her husband in that plight She now had found him Feare and loue together Gaue her no rest till they had brought her hither The nature of her feare did now begin T' expell the feare of Nature stepping in Betweene their pointing swords she prostrate lay Before their blood-bed abbled feet to say She knew not what for as her lips would striue To be deliuer'd a deepe sigh would driue The abortiue issue of her language forth Which borne vntimely perisht in the birth And if her sighes would giue her 〈◊〉 to vent it O then a teare would trickle and preuent it But 〈◊〉 the winde of her loud sighes had laid The 〈◊〉 of her teares she sobb'd and said O wretched eyes of mine O wailfull sight O day of darknesse O eternall night And there 〈◊〉 stopt her eyes being fixt vpon Amphialus she sigh'd and thus went on My Lord 'T is said you loue Then by that sacred power Of loue as you 'd 〈◊〉 mercy in the houre Of greatest misery leaue off and sheathe Your bloody sword or else if nought but death May slake your anger O let mine let mine Be a sufficient offring at the Shrine Of your appeased thoughts or if you thirst For Argalus 〈◊〉 life then take mine first Or if for noble blood you seeke if so Accept of mine my blood is noble too And worth the spilling Euen for her deare sake Your tender soule affects awake awake Your noble mercy Grant I care not whether Let me dye first or kill vs both together With that Amphialus was about 〈◊〉 speake 〈◊〉 Argalus whose heart 〈◊〉 almost 〈◊〉 To heare Partheniaes words 〈◊〉 this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ah Parthenia Then must I 〈◊〉 bought and sold for teares Is my condition So poore I cannot 〈◊〉 but by petition So said He 〈◊〉 aside for feare by chance The fury of some misguided blow may 〈◊〉 And touch Parthenia and fill'd with high 〈◊〉 Would haue 〈◊〉 the Combat fresh againe But now Amphialus was charm'd his hand 〈◊〉 no sufficient warrant to withstand Parthenia's suit from whose faire eyes there came Such precious teares in so belou'd a name His eyes grew tender and his melting heart Was ouercome his very soule did smart He 〈◊〉 not but kept him at a distance And putting by some blowes made no resistance But what can long endure Lamps wanting oyle Must out at last although they blaze a while Trees wanting Sap must wither strength and beauty Can claime no priuiledge to quit that duty They owe to Time and Change but like a Vine The vnsound supporters