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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A21085	The historie of Ariodanto and Ieneura, daughter to the King of Scottes, in English verse, by Peter Beuerley	Beverley, Peter, of Staple Inn.; Ariosto, Lodovico, 1474-1533. Orlando Furioso. Book 5. English. Selections.	1575 (1575)	STC 745.5; ESTC S104573	64,300	183

her bathed cheke● and trimmeth vp her heare Doth so repaire vnto the king though with vnchaunged cheare To whome she is no sooner come but voydance then is made Of eche estate and then the king with trickling teares thus sayde They say that childe thrise cursed is whose vile and viciou● life Doth cause the louing parents dye consumde with carefull strife which endles grief god grant qd he thy actes force me not proue But that thy hoped vertues doo from such conceits me moue T is so qd he Ieneuora whylst in our Princely court We weard away our crooked age lyke to our wonted sort Before our presence doth appeare the stout Lurcanio Who of free will dyd iustifie and threw downe gage also To proue that thou hast don the déede that hath deserued fyre I meane that thou hast purchast deth through whordoms foule desire which déede him selfe did see he vowd at place an●time vnmeet● And iudgement he did craue also for such offence most fitte which iudgement I haue stayed yet to heare what thou canst saye why dreadful doome of present death should longer for thee staye This sayd the king complete with car● doth staye his choked breath And feeles the force of mortall ache and latest pangs of death But she whose wretched ghost hath felt the worst of all her smart With countnance fearse disdayning lyfe all feare doth set appart And answers thus vnto the king my ●ord and soueraigne Of catiues all she wretch is m●st she feeles most store of payne whose heauy hap doth rather ●idde the tongue for to confesse Untroth then by accusing tale to pleade for her redresse Oh king of whom this earthly shap● by ●ome I doo enioye Let not these latest woords of mine thy Princely mynde annoy But heare indifferently what cares thy childe doth now susteyne That rather seekes to suffer death then long to taste this payne My dread and soueraine Lord and kyng thy skilfull horie heares Know well how from the cradell vp vnto the latest yeares We subiect are to euery sinne and thrald of natures kinde By thought by woord by déede and sight vnto the fancies blynde Of worldly cares and nought there is within our sinfull hart But fancies fond which reason willes should tast a lasting smart Such thoughts such words such déedes and fights oh king haue rulde in me And doo and will tyll of the yok● of life my ●imm●s he frée Amongst which sinfull passions one 〈◊〉 annoyed my minde One act ther 〈◊〉 wherin oh king I greatest griefe doo finde which fith both time present stat● byds t●ll vnto your grace I will disclose from my hart all damps of feare displace wherby I shal driue dought I trust out from your doughtfull breast And make you priuie of such hap● as in me lurking reast Amongst the train of this your court and of your courtiers stout Amongst the worthy company of all the courtly rought There was your highnes knowes right wel one knight Ariodant In whom that should adorne a man no gift at all did want A seemely wight of spotles faith although an alien borne Whose shape with thousand comely gifte● dame nature did adorne His noblenes his grace and shape enforce my virgins hart Lōg time to plunge in goulfs of care and tast of louers smart He turnd my chast disposed mynde from thoughtes of maydens life And taught me seke to salue y wound of Cupides fatall knife But sée the heuens I think it would that stroke which pearst my brest Did carue in him a griefly gashe and in his hart did rest Thimpoisned push which forced him to feele lyke fittes and payne And in like storms of troubled mind long time for to remayne Till y a means he found which way he mought disclose his loue To me and eke for to bewray that Cupides force did moue Which when I vnderstood no wight did euer tast like ioye As I glad soule that banisht then that earst did me annoy And waying long his vertues great and eke his good intent Which caused my affection at last I did consent Unto his loue and choosing then him as my dearest frend I did conclude in wedlocked band w●●h him my life to spend But see the fr●tes of this our blisse see here vnstable state See see oh King the end of all this our most happy ●ate Whylst we in linke of loyall loue thus led our restles life And whylst my careles hart did ioy● the chaunge of wonted strife I know not I what cruell fact inforst my hartes delight My frend myne own Ariodant to worke this cruell s●ight On me amidst the choking streame● oh fierse vntimely death He drownd him self to the waues he did resigne his breath whose death oh hart shal work thiwo and ende thy wonted ioye And force my heauy head to learne howe life I may destroy Yet know oh Syr in all this loue nought did offend but thought Nought trespased but that vnknown to thée oh King I sought To choose a feare of race vnfit vnto your Princely state Whose r●ial ti●e cōmaūds me choose a farre more firter mate But if this gayne by breach of lawe the death of scorching fyre Then do pron●ū●e the sentence stayd t is death I so desire Only let this perswade your mynde no eye did euer see This corpse of myne with whordoms bl●e so spotted for to bee This long discourse of amours past and eke de●iall made That neuer cloud of shame could yet her honor iustly shade She stayd her wery iawes and ends her heauy panting breath And wonted wo●s doo force herfall in sound downe to the earth The aged King that sees this fitte nye caught with like disease with shaking hāds her temples rubs and seekes eche way tappease These choking griefs but all in vain he rubs and chafes his childe For death hath nummed euery part and life is now exilde Til panting hart with strained might receiues his wonted force And lets in wholsome breath again● into the senceles corse which ioyful king with hart reuyud doth see and driueth feare Away and strayning then his sprites he thus the Princes doth cheare I was or this resolued long of thy vnspotted grace My sweete and deare Ieneuora wherfore in hart displace These cankerd cares frō tender brest feare not the paynes of death Let n●t the losse of desprate freend force thee resigne thy breath For I not only will prouide for sauegard of thy life But for a ●rend that shall thée please and gard thy hart from strife And kissing long her rubie lippes and wiping cleane her eyes He takes her by the christall hand and ceaseth to deuise Of former talke and then himself conueies her to her court Wher he once gone she doth renew her wonted carefull sport But pensiue king doth tract no tyme ne leng●r makes delay For to prouide a champion to helpe in this assay Wherfore with blast of trompets sound it is proclaymed eche whe●e That who so

will craue which thou at ease maist graunt I séeke no greater proufe to haue That is when our Ieneuora in bed doth take her rest And when the slumbryng sleape doth rule within her quiet brest To helpe me to the Dyamond which she esteemes so wel I meane the straungers rynge that dooth in clearnes so excell If this to doo thou wilt not let by knighthoods lore I sweare To wed thee as my lawfull wife and I to dye thy feare He sayd and endeth so his tale and she when long in muse Had stayde in pleasant wise thse woord● or lyke them thus did vse If this procéede my Lord qd she from bounds of spotles mynde And if your proferd curtesie agree to noble kinde If that the secrets of your hart ●e voyde of bidden guyle And d●●pe deceit in this your tale be fardest in exile Though dutie biddes me staie to graunt vnto your hastie will And reason sayes with honour I cannot your heste fulfill Yet to perswade your honour that I prest am to obey To what so listeth you demaund I will without delay Inforse my selfe against the groūds of bounden duties lore To helpe you to th● Dyamond or els to die therfore Tyll then a whyle my Lord qd she staie you at this selfe place And I will to Ieneuora and wayte before her grace Till that to sleape she geues hir selfe and then I will againe Repaire to you with Diamond if here you will remayne The Duke agrees to her deuise and with a ioyfull hart Doth yelde to hir a thousand thanks Dalinda doth depart and leaues the Duke wel easd of care and now in perfect blisse Because he hopes the straūger will dispayre at sight of this The quiet tyme that nature yeldes vnto the loden mynd Is come and now the weary ●ones a resting place doo finde Ieneuora when bankettes all and reuell routes weare done Repayres vnto her quiet bedde and watching crewe doth shunne Dalinda wai●es on her this night of purpose to obtaine The Diamond which nightly did on chamber boorde remayne Ieneuora no sooner had on pillow coucht her head But King Dalinda fingerd hath of Diamond she is spead And duty done the slately couch she leaueth for that night And to Duke Polinesse then she guydes her feete aright Who found in place appointed she presentes before his eyes The Iem therwithall these words the spendeth in this wyse As to content your doughtfull mind my might I haue imployde And as in you my honour staies which carst my self inioyde So let me finde my Lord agayne in gage of willing hart Like deeds vnto those vowed words which late from you did part She sayd and then the Duke replies thus to her iust request Or els qd he thou God graunt that no life lodge in my brest In signe wherof hold here quoth he and so they ioyned handes Let this conclude till fitter time the yoke of wedded bandes Thus he departs with promise made before the breake of day To yeld againe the Dyamond no let at all should staye Now is the Duke returned safe vnto his heauy gest Who long hath lurkt on weary bed bereud of former rest So much this late vnlookt for tale dismayes his quiet hart That now well nye he féeles againe her former woe and smart The Duke no sooner leaues his stéed but to Ariodant He hies that seemes to be a sleape though ease in head is scant And with a pleasant voyce he sayes what sluggard how awake Thou dreamst to lōg frō closed eyes the misty sle●pe of shake With that the straunger as gast doth cast his heauy head Aloft and start well nye from out his tost and tomled bed And therwithal what newes qd he who calles me thus in hast How fares my lord y Duke his grace and then his armes he caste Out of the bed in mynde to ryse but then Duke Polinesse Gan name him self and thus to him these wordes he did expresse Let not my hasty call mo●●st thy head late easd of care Ne think no harm in that quoth he thus bo●ldly I do fare For as I haue bene grief to thée by breaking of thy sleape So may I profit bring to thée if thou good héede wilt keape Unto this tale which from the hart of him that wisheth well To thée procéedes that found out thy present cares terpell I trust thou doughtest not quoth he of this my ●●alous minde Which since our first acquaintaunce hath to helpe thée ben inclinde Since when thou knowst by long discours● what talke hath past from mée As touching these affections fo●d which I conceiud in thee At which self time though thou dist scorne to tell me what I knew Yet did I friendly promise thée to helpe thee to eschewe Those happes to bring from court with m● thy famous Diamond Whose match cannot compared be in this our Scottish ground Therby that thou moughtst plainly sée what loue in Ladies lookes And that in time thou moughst be taught to shun their hidden ●ookes To quite my self to thee therfore of faithfull promise made And of my troth vnfa●nd to thée thy mynd for to perswade See ●eer 〈◊〉 th●r with showd the King which he in pu●se did beare Beleue thy selfe not me if that thy Lady houldes the deare Whē al was said King was showd and Duke had done his fill For to perswade Ariodant to brid●ll reckles will. When in a muse the straunger had a little whyle remaynde S●t straight vpon his quiet bed him selfe to speake thus strainde The curtesie which I haue found in this your graces court H●th bounde me till my fatall day my Lord for to report Immortall prayses of your grace to whom I doo account My 〈◊〉 as farre indected to as my rude head can count And s●●h eche way I see my self vnable to requite your least and smalest benefite the more my griefe and spite Yet count me as your own qd he your vassall to commaund As one whose life goods are yours till death his due demaund My duty thus acknowledged let these replie vnto your graces tale which in my mynd I well haue wayd also I doo record right well my Lord the summe of all quoth he As of the Princes grace what talke past then twirt you and me I mindfull am bestdes what I sp●ke in myne own defence What oths past eke frō me to proue my troth or you went hence B●t that culd not suffice your mynd n● change your wrong intent But needs you would the rather to inforce me to consent To that my giltles conscience lothd to court in hast to hy● To bring from thence a Diamond which then she said that I. Did geue vnto Ien●uora therby that I mought see What good accoūt of you she makes and how ●he deales with me This was the very talke it self except I doo forget The sum of that within mine eares is ringing still as yet To which ●more thē I answerd ear● I cannot now replie B●t as