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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68968	The tragedie of Alceste and Eliza As it is found in Italian, in La Croce racquistata. Collected, and translated into English, in the same verse, and number, by Fr. Br. Gent. At the request of the right vertuous lady, the Lady Anne Wingfield ...; Croce racquistata. English	Bracciolini, Francesco, 1566-1645.	1638 (1638)	STC 3474.5; ESTC S100487	26,770	78

so ny the cruell glasse they grow Eliza tries to draw her horned bow 35. The string let-go resounds and soundly sent The winged shaft flies through the open aire The arrow singing all the way it went The cord still trembling as it were for feare When lo right as the skilfull Archerment The arrow lights and breakes the glassie speare And as a torch that is in water drencht The light extinguish'd and the fire was quencht 36. The glasse thus broken all the peeces fly About the field and strew the dusty plaine Whereby the flames that did so damnifie Became but idle practises and vaine This when the Christian souldiors saw that lie Intrench't within the circle of the flame Their hopes revive and they new courage take Defend themselves and brave resistance make 37. The Pagan-hoast enrag'd with this disgrace Flyes to revenge and sets upon these twaine But faire Eliza quickly turnes her face To find her deare Alceste out againe Together towards their Camp they spur apase And happely they had not run in vaine But that Eliza's horse amidst his race Stumbled and fell through roughnesse of the place 38. With that she crid O stay not husband fly O stay not fly what meanst thou thus to stay If thou escap'st the death is sweet I dy I am but lost what good does this delay What folly is this wilt thou thy valour try Against a hundred troopes art mad I say O fly there is no more to think upon Let one suffice for both O fly be gon 39. But he not us'd to yeeld to such invites Makes haste to get betwixt them and his wife His horse he gallops and his sword he gripes Resolv'd to dy except he sav'd her life He thought himselfe against a thousand Knights Of force sufficient in so just a strife Thus arm'd and charm'd with love he scorn'd to fly From her he lov'd and leave her there to dy 40. So he with-stood a Camp oppos'd them all By desperation over hardy made But over-laid at last was driven to fall Three mortall wounds he in his brest receiv'd But first his sword had made Armene spraule And Altomar upon the ground had laid Wounded Tarpantes arme Anfrisos brest And broke Falsirons helmet ore his Crest 41. Meane-while Elizas horse gat up againe And she to find her husband sought about At last she spi'd him wounded wan and faine Bleeding amongst a thousand speares a foot She thither flings with frenzy in her braine And he that saw her up did what he mought To repossesse his horse and rise againe Now weake with losse of blood and full of paine 42. The loving wife forbeares not to expose Her naked brest against the piercing steele Shee thwarts the troopes and weapons of her foes And makes thē know her strength by what they feele But womans brest against such cruell blowes Is found too slender and too weake a shield She held it out till one crosse blow by chance Lit on her side which open'd to the Launce 43. Th' inamored Eliza fals not yet But keepes her stirrops firme whereon she stood Her new device with gold and jewells set Was now enamel'd with a streame of blood Her presence in Alceste did beget Strength to remount and make his passage good They now together better hopes conceive To scape by flight then e●st they thought to have 44. But from the left-hand wing to stop the way Which towards the bridge they tooke with all their might Artasso brought his troopes in good array And gat betwixt their Rampier and their flight The wretched Lovers durst no longer stay But made away with all the speed they might In flying yet there was some hope though small In staying there was lesse or none at all 45. From plaine to hill from hill to dale againe This loving couple up and downe do fling Staining the ground with blood where're they straine And still pursu'd at heeles by ' th Pagan King At last a hard and crooked path they gaine That leades unto a wood or desert spring So thicke with trees and bushes overgrowne That there they lost them how was never knowne He comes to this tale againe in the next booke as you may see by turning over this leafe 3 Digression My Author like a Keeper walkes his round And hath the world as he his parke at will Viewes every nooke and corner of his ground Sees which are rascall which are fit to kill And I that serve but as his dry-foot Hownd Must not exceed my leame but draw on still To find a brace of Deere-ones broken out That Death the blood-hownd hurries all about THe Persian King beheld the glasse put-out Which had anoy'd the Christian Camp so sore And saw the Christians thereupon growne stout Defend themselves more bravely then before With all his Hoast inclosing them about Rage and revenge could not have acted more Makes-fierce Armallo first assault their Wall An unexpected sally frustrates all Lib. 24. pag. 485. 1. Meane-while Eliza and her deare Alcest Gallop their horses up and downe the woods Exceeding weake and faint for lacke of rest Bedewing all their passage with their bloods And with their wounds still more and more opprest Although Elizas were the lesser floods Opprest in-deed for now the weary Knight Began to languish and to dy outright 2. And spent and weake his face like frozen snow With trembling voyce and sounding somewhat low He raignes his horse to make him go more slow And cries stay wife I can no farther go My paine to such extreamity doth grow I feele my selfe consume with bleeding so Thus languishing and tir'd at length he tri'de To light and rest his ill affected side 3. And underneath a shrub he sits him downe And leanes his armed head upon a stone His shield an idle burthen from him thrown His arme too weake to beare it now is grown The woman that had slackt her pase eftsoone Strucke to the heart to heare his dying tone Leapes from her horse and runs to him ama●ne More sencelesse of her owne then of his paine 4. The wound she had upon her tender side Which troubled her till then she feeles no more Such strange effects in love are osten tride As fire within and marble frozen o're T' was not her owne for that she qualifi'd They were her husbands wounds she felt so sore Rather for him she felt the greater anguish That he in body she in soule did languish 5. Th' afflicted came whereas her deare Lord lay And when she law him dying and his eyes Already vail'd his spirits all decay And nothing left him but a case of Ice She knew not what to do or what to say She invocates the earth to heaven she cries She neither hides her griefe nor it bewraies She weepes forbeares curses complaines and praies 6. She runs to call some helpe she knowes not whom Heards-man or Shepheard but she knowes not where Returnes the way she went and all-alone Like one distract she