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The slaughter of the innocents by Herod written in Italian by the famous poet, the cavalier Marino, in four books ; newly Englished.; Strage degli innocenti. English
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Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625.; T. R.
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Judaea none so terrible as those To rise from the Abyss of Hell had found Whereever Juda's Lot th' Horizon shews A Stygian darkness covers all around So black the Firmament as if 't were made Of clouds condens'd to Adamantine shade LXIV The King mean while impatient of delay Mov'd and spurr'd on by Impious cruelty Looks like a Menade rolling every way Her eyes at sound o' th' Bacchanalian cry He feels his heart within him restless lay Wounded with fears that Vengeance must supply Yet such his looks that he to all appear'd Rather surpriz'd with fear than to be fear'd LXV He calls his Ministers and such the vain Force of his Rage that he could hardly speak But like a Torrent which when Rocks restrain Its course streight back into it self doth break Shutting his Teeth his broken voice again Returns and 's words within harsh murmurs check Till from his Bowels the disorder'd sound Broke out like Vapours from the trembling ground LXVI I will that all the Mothers who reside In Bethlem's Circle to that Town repair With all their Children that as yet abide In Cradles and but two years aged are Your diligence in this shall well be try'd If their full number be to morrow there Thus he and straight the Royal Trumpets sound Sends his Decree through all the Country round LXVII The Tyrant nothing of his black design But 's pleasure to conceal 't to all declares And that with fair pretences they should joyn To cover all his plots and cruel snares The Women nothing know nor can divine O' th' stratagem that ' gainst them he prepares Some with th' Edict are pleas'd some frighted are Some think t' obey and some with fear despair LXVIII Pity Divine if yet thou dost abide In Heav'n since Thou from Earth didst thither fly Look down on us below behold the Pride And cruel Trophies of thine Enemy Wilt thou not now descend Have th' Hebrews cry'd So long and can their Mis'ries ' scape thine eye Oh hear our only hope is Thou wilt give Some Refuge to keep Israel's Seed alive LXIX Thus of her Children like to be depriv'd Poor Rachel in a sad but pious tone Gave up her loud Complaints which soon arriv'd Above The Goddess to Compassion prone Villing t' impede what Herod had contriv'd Prostrates her self before th' Almighty's Throne Gives freedom to her voice and with a strain Mix'd with deep sighs doth thus aloud complain LXX All-seeing eyes who are alone Divine Are you said she turn'd quite another way Are you not mov'd or do ye now decline The slaughter of these guiltless Babes to stay Behold these Men who now with Beasts combine In new sad Arts that savage hearts betray Which are th' Infernal Serpents only Food From hunger of Gold born and thirst of Bloud LXXI Art Thou not Father now as heretofore The Jealous God of Wrath and Vengeance too Why then does yet thy dreadful Thunder roar And thy dire Arrows wicked men pursue Can't the lov'd Victim of the Lamb restore Man to Salvation and pay all that 's due One drop of that pure Spring 's of such esteem And Price as may a thousand worlds redeem LXXII Oh! call to mind with what affection Thou Th' Inhabitants of Sion once didst love Were 't pleas'd to call them Thine their choice allow Their Priesthood too as Royal didst approve Of every Gate of every House didst vow To be their great Defender from above These thy Decrees with zeal and love were giv'n And can such Laws be now infring'd by Heav'n LXXIII Canst thou so far be angry Yet I 'm sure Thine anger 's always Just and Holy too But oh what Angel is before thee pure Heav'ns firmest Pillar trembles at thy view I 'le not oppose thy will which must endure Still fix'd although warm Tears my checks bedew Thou know'st what pleaseth thee me pleaseth best Thy pleasure only gives me peace and rest LXXIV I only beg if yet thou canst afford Any just comfort may my Griefs allay That against me thou brandish not thy Sword Me who the sins of Mankind justly weigh But that the Hebrew Race with so abhorr'd Slaughter ought now to perish who can say Or that condemn'd and Guilty he should fall Who knows no sin nor merits pain at all LXXV But if for this thy Wrath and dreadful Ire With all these Prayers will not at all relent Let these the only Boon I now desire These sad complaints prevail which now I vent Consider these deep groans which I expire And with compassion these warm tears resent To quench the flames of such approaching ills Thy Mercy oft Immortal show'rs distills LXXVI Oh if no force of Prayers prevail at all With thee who tâ—ings Impossible canst do Who sometimes rain'st down flames Who canst recall Hours past and stop the Sun 's swift Chariot too If thou canst let thy Rod of Anger fall At these sad Charms with which I prostrate sue At length with these my fervent Pray'rs comply Nor Pity unto Pitie's self deny LXXVII The Bosom of thy favours now expand Stretch down that Arm supports the world and say Jordan's Fair Nymph shall live some drops command Of sweetness may her bitter things allay Upon these cruel flames with that strong hand Which to all Griefs doth perfect health convey Pour from those everlasting Springs above Th' immortal streams of thy eternal love LXXVIII Thus Pity streight the winged Orphei round Double their notes and on each golden Lyre They Pity for the Hebrew Babes resound The voice of Pity runs through all the Quire On her his eyes where Mercies do abound Th' Almighty turn'd from 's Throne where still entire The Trinity in Unity alone Distinctly shines eternal Three in One. LXXIX On 's Forehead where full Bliss the Angels view Life it self lives and feeds for ever there This only Springs and Summers can renew Trouble with storms and then serene the air From 's Brow the Sun that he may still pursue His Course his light immortal doth repair And the reflection of his holy eyes With Saphirs Heav'n the Stars with Gold supplies LXXX His Robe of Texture not to be express'd So Rich it hides the Habit every were Looks like the Sun if yet the Sun when dress'd In all his Rays near him can bright appear A shining cloud he seems to make his Vest And for a Mantle cloudy Light to wear He shines so that himself his own light hides And in his proper Rays conceal'd abides LXXXI Known only to Himself He All within Himself absconds He Center is and Sphere Immortal still the same H'ath ever been Nor Life nor Death from any else doth share Through all diffus'd from Him all things begin To move and yield obedience every where All comprehends not to be understood But as chief Beauty chief Delight chief Good LXXXII New Pity which all Rigour did allay Shew'd it was stamp'd in the Creators heart And 's eyes tow'rds her fix'd kindness streight convey And
blade Much broader then the Oâ—ince it made XXXVI The Mother seiz'd and hugg'd him to her brest The weight once easy then too heavy grew Tears from her heart his spirits by cold possesst Seek to revive and his pale Face bedew His looks and likeness she so just expresst That the dead infant she appeares in view Scarce could she be distinguish'd while she kept This measure in her grief but that she wept XXXVII One 'mong the rest expos'd her naked side With snowy breasts and a most beauteous Face Her self a shield she made her child to hide And keep him safe from death in her embrace But in her Golden Looks the Homicide His arme entwists to force her from the place And all the glories of her shining head Torne off are broken on the pavement spread XXXVIII Yet she as close as Ivy to the Tree To her dear pledge of Love still firmly clings Till him by th' foot her by her tresses he Most cruel forc'd and to subjection brings Then with a furious hand immediately The child against a neighbouring wall he flings But first him twice or thrice about his head He swong and with more violence struck him dead XXXIX At this so dreadful spectacle so wild A rage fear did so far the Fact out-go That the still trembling and affrighted child Appear'd as dead before he felt the blow At last his limbs all broke his bones all spoil'd As bleeding Trophies all the ground bestrow While through his mouth and nostrils like a floud The brains gush'd out marrow mix'd with bloud XL. The cruel villain not yet satisfi'd With his proud feet the mangled carcase spurns Her heart with pitty melting when she spy'd Her hopes destroy'd to the Almighty turnes It cannot be a wonder now she cry'd That in the breasts of men such fury burns Nor that such wrongs and murthers they procure But that thou King of Heaven should'st them endure XLI Near these was one of countenance most stern Rude in his Habit dreadful in his Deeds In him they nothing Humane could discern No Bear so fierce the Lucane Mountain breeds Bloud in his hands his eyes with fury burn His dreadful dress his actions much exceeds A heavy Hedg-bill in his hand he bore With which he lopt off limbs as boughs before XLII He to a miserable Hebrew there Who suck'd the spirits of Life from 's Mother's brest Insulting turns and cryes I 'le quickly tare Thee from that bosom where thou' rt so caresst I will unbowel thee and thee declare Son of her bowels and belov'd the best This said H'assailes her but th' undaunted dame Opposing him did more his rage enflame XLIII Alass what can a woman's weakness do ' Gainst the arm'd Fury of a cruel hand Fear for her dearest Infant made her slow Love drew her back and put her to a stand While thus in doubt she could no farther go Betwixt her own and his defence restrain'd Behold at once a blow that mortal prov'd Her from her doubts and him from life remov'd XLIV The Villain with one death unsatisfy'd Murder 's the Son and at that instant too Through the same wound piercing her tender side With a new kind of death the Mother slew Her trembling heart within he opens wide Where yet maternal Love was quick in view So that now twice her dear delight was slain First in her arms then in her brest again XLV ' Gainst one who sadly weeping begg'd relief A Souldier cruel as an Aspe or Bear To rob her of her Son and him of life Had rais'd his arm when she in his careere Of fury stop'd him and grown bold with grief Did both her teeth and nales like mad prepare The sword then turn'd against her she withstands And bravely wrests it from his murdring hands XLVI Then to her self It must not be she said That thou my Son these bowels onely paine It must not be that thou the spoile be made Of that fell heart and in vile hands remain No I who first to thee thy milk convey'd By this dire Act will take thy bloud again And me these salvage Troops hereafter shall A better Murdress then a Mother call XLVII As thus she spake the new Medea streight Transfix'd and kills him and iâ— two divides And the loved pieces held so dear of late Throws at the Villain 's face who her derides Thus from an Hebrew Mother learn to sate Thy rage on thine own children and besides In cruel blows said she to be more skill'd From this right hand with that herself she kill'd XLVIII Two more there were this thought herself late blest With one sole Son that in a lovely paire They both in silence had their grief suppresst And up to Heaven their weeping stars did rear Till towards her who the sole Son possesst And in her bosome hugg'd then full of fear A Jew half-naked bare-foot and his arm All bloudy swiftly brought the sad alarm XLIX A Sleeveless Coat of purple dye he wore All torne and scarce did to his knees descend Red and as stiff as bristles of a Boar Two long Mustachoes from his chin descend Gaping his mouth his thick lips foaming o're His squinting eyes rough hairy eyebrows bend His crooked nose the Vultur's beak expresst In brief he was a Man but seem'd a beast L. The beauteous woman as if stupify'd All suffer'd and gave neither sigh nor groan But even in pitty with his rage comply'd And freely to the Ruffian gave her Son Who if he had not turn'd his eyes aside If with her veile she had not hid her own At her sweet looks the sword had fallen from His murdring hand and she had overcome LI. But what can Beauty against Fury do His naked sword streight pierc'd the Infant 's breast Who on th' Assassin as he struck him through Smiles and cryes Pappa as by him caress'd Then wantonly his hand extended to The weapon that was through his body presst Thinking the blade was silver and a gift To play with which him then of life bereft LII He saw not nor reguarded him at all But where his smiles came forth his weapon drown'd Yet when he saw the murder'd Infants spraul And sadly languish dying on the ground He like the Crocodile laments his fall And wept for him to whom he gave the wound But all his tears and sorrow soon were gone And pitty by his cruelty o'rethrowne LIII Then to the other turn'd irresolute On which of her two Sons he first should fall What should she wretched do who durst dispute Her cause on whom should she for succour call She flyes he follows and in the pursuit Like a fierce Masrif hunts her over all On every side she labours to evade But like a Lamb is to the Wolf betray'd LIV. With the same Love when Troy was overthrown Aeneas from his Native Country fled On 's back his Father in his hand his Son To safty from th' insulting flames he led So she their refuge and Defence alone