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A31611 Eromena, or, The noble stranger a novel. Chamberlayne, William, 1619-1689. 1683 (1683) Wing C1864; ESTC R37555 15,636 78

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least of his Actions being fill'd with a Goodness so sweet and amiable that like the ruines of once flourishing Temples sacred to the Gods the adoring Vulgar reverence their Memory and think nothing more sacred than the demolish'd Monuments of never-dying Antiquity In his Hall hung no Pictures representing the wanton embraces of an obscene Venus nor indeed any thing that had the least resemblance of Softness or Effeminacy the Walls were all adorned with useful and shining Armour which his own Servants valiant and loyal manag'd when ever his Prince and Country requir'd their Assistance and never made use of them against either in a popular Faction whose cursed Seeds were first engender'd by Hell and maintain'd by Ambition His Friend Aphron being recover'd of his Wounds and Horatio's Discontent being quite lost in the splendour and pleasure of the Palace they had no Remora to stay them but only to pay those Acknovvledgments which the Gratitude and Generosity of Thersander requir'd them They were just preparing to take their leaves when a Messenger brings in a Packet to Thersander containing a Mandate from his Royal Master to attend him the next day and that his Appearance at Court might be the more splendid and illustrious by such Attendants he incites in them a strong desire to view the Royal Divertisements of the Court by a Story the fatal Truth of which hath often transferred the Spartans Glory to the utmost Confines of the Universe It was my Fate Sirs said he to be then an Attendant on my Prince when the same occasion that draws him to this place now prov'd at once the Cause of Joy and Grief Not far from hence lies the Vale of Ceres where his belov'd Eromena resides a Lady that Nature only created for Man to wonder at and when created she broke her Mould so that since she has not been able to produce her equal she vvas not more the comfort of his Age than the glory of her Sex But I engage my self in a too tedious Relation vvhich in brief take thus When Beauty was first enrich'd by Youth with manly strength her Royal Mother vvas the happy Partner of his Bed who kept up a flame of Vertue in her Soul that gave light to a Beauty truly great and excellent Some years had now past over 'em since they were first acquainted vvith those private Pleasures that enrich the Nuptial Bed ' ere she made her Offerings at Lucina's Temple Both their good Angels sate in Council for her safety and an universal Joy fill'd the Breasts of both Parents vvith big and pregnant hopes of a Boy to be the Spartan Heir while the Subjects express theirs in exalted Io's and sounds of Triumph But when the preceding Pains told the fair Queen that the imprison'd Infant long'd to be deliver'd all the Gravest Ladies were call'd to her Assistance who afforded Nature all the help of Art but in despair of safety send their Prayers to win relief from Heaven which it soon sent by Harbingers who carry'd the fair Queen to Heaven vvith them whilst her Body only adorns the silent Mansions of the dead for no sooner had the unhappy Babe breath'd its first Salutes to the World ' ere the dying Queen bids it farewel and whiles her languishing Spirit expir'd with every Word she bequeath'd this her last Legacy in these Words Receive this young and tender Infant from thy dying Queen name her Eromena Here Oh here I conjure you by all our mutual Vows let this sweet Babe preserve my Memory within thy Thoughts and since the Powers above within the dark Registers of Fate have ordain'd it that I no sooner am a Mother but must cease to be so I once more request that she may never be under any other Commands than what bear an equal Poize to your Paternal Care and fatherly Affection This this is all that can be left thee of thy dear Lucasia Here in this shall you see my living Picture whilst I putting off the frail Robes of Mortality take my Passage through the cold Grave to mount and mingle with the shining Stars O my Lord Death would be all Charms and seem to me as the Smiles of Fate and I with Pleasure should embrace it would the fatal Sisters but spin the Thred of my Life to a little longer Date that I might see this Infant grow a Woman but oh I feel my dying Heart-strings break and Life bids adiew to my dear Lord and all the various Business of the World to view what Changes lye hid in the Womh of Eternity Thus dy'd the Queen Presently Grief and Convulsions seiz'd the good King and had certainly shook him from the Throne of Life if the cheerful smiles and the pretty innocent looks of his Souls Darling had not recovered his long-lost Mirth and stealing through all the Guards of Grief with Joy renewed her Mothers Image in her smiles But now the Royal Princess having out-grown her tender Infancy needed no other Guardian to steer the Course of her Life than her own innate Vertue which fill'd her Thoughts with heavenly seed and so dispos'd her to all Good that every Action of her Life proclaim'd her Worth and was an admirable Copy for the rest of the Court-Ladies to imitate The King her Father to add Majesty and Splendour to her Vertue assign'd an hundred of the noblest Youths of Sparta for her Guard but Princes are so sacred that their Actions are not in the least censurable by Subjects it was some occult cause that mov'd the Prince to commit so select a Party to the Conduct of one that so ill deserv'd it his Merits bore not the least proportion with his Birth his Thoughts were ever high and soaring beyond the sphear in which it had plac'd him some seeds of Goodness lay here and there scatter'd in his Breast which the Soil too hot with Ambition choak'd and withered now he would seem to covet the Acquaintance and Company of the best anon he is easily seduc'd to the Cabals and factious Associations of the worst of Mankind his Valour has for a long time fill'd the mouth of Fame and born him up on the Wings of popular Applause insomuch that that which has often prov'd the terror of his pale Foes might be justly fear'd he designs to turn to the Ruine of his Friends But that which will scrue up your desire to a greater height than the wish'd society of Valour is a Custom in this Court which some Nations in the World have abrogated and exploded which the excessive love of her Royal Father had rais'd beyond all parallel that as long as this Place is graced by his Residence no Cause although Capital but is heard and judged by the Royal Princess whose Mercy when Despair has shrunk up the Spirits of the Opprest has been their safest Refuge and Asylum But that I might give you a more full and manifest Illustration of her excelling Vertues I would not have any Adventure vvhatsoever take you off