A gorgious Gallery, of gallant Inuentions Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded up: By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Procter] |
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this shee said, what shee best thought, and oft and oft agayne,
Was talke renued, but yet at last, for ease of euery payne:
And death to eschue by other meane, who will them not forsake,
At Minus Tombe, euen yt same night, they do their meeting make
And so depart, but sore God wot, that day doth them offend,
And though but short his long abode, the feare will neuer end.
And sooner doth not cloake of night, alofte his shadow cast,
But Thisbie mindefull of her loue, and promis lately past
Of fresh new loue, far fiercer flames, that erst her hart opprest,
Shee feelth the force, and this (alas) deuorced stil from rest:
Shee passeth forth in carefull watch, till time haue shapen so,
That slepe wt sweet, soft stealing steps his customd vsage do
And when shee seeth both house and all drownd therin fast & deepe,
With fearful pace & trimbling hand, shee forwards gins to creepe:
Shee gaines the doore, out goeth she then, & neyther far ne neare,
Appeareth wyght saue Phebe fayre, with gladsom seeming cheare
Sole Thisbie ioyfull of this guyde, doth ay I trust it bee,
Good lucke thy presence doth import, and bring at last to mee:
More hardyer then before shee did, prouoke her foote to hast,
No obiect gives her cause of let, till shee the towne haue past:
And when shee seeth the pleasant fields in safetie to haue gayned,
Then ioy therof all dread deuoures, which erst her only payned.
What wil ye more, th' appointed place at length she doth attayne,
Till Fortune please her loue to send, there minding to remayne:
And whiles shee doth the foūtayn cleare, wt thoughtful hope behold
And euery let, her loue may stay, vnto her selfe vnfolde.
A dreadfull Lyon downe desendes, from Mountaine huge therby,
With thundring pace, whose sodain sight, whē Thisbie can espy:
No maruel was though terror then, & straungenes of the sight,
Within a simple maydens brest, all counsayle put to flight.
Howbeit, though counsayle fayld, yet feare so did ye place possesse,
That as the tender brest, whose age no feare did yet oppresse:
Now seeth his foe, with rauening Iaw, him ready to receaue,
Sets winges vnto his littell legs, himselfe poore foole to saue.
Euen so this Mayd, her enemy flees, vnto a hollow tree:
For succor flyes, whose ruthful mone, did succor not denye:
But close her keepes. The Liones fearce, that in the Mountayne wilde,
Deuoured had, new slaughtred beastes, & empty belly filde:
With moossell all embrude with blood, drawes to the cristal Well,
Hee dranke, and in his backe returne, this fatall hap befell.
Was talke renued, but yet at last, for ease of euery payne:
And death to eschue by other meane, who will them not forsake,
At Minus Tombe, euen yt same night, they do their meeting make
And so depart, but sore God wot, that day doth them offend,
And though but short his long abode, the feare will neuer end.
And sooner doth not cloake of night, alofte his shadow cast,
But Thisbie mindefull of her loue, and promis lately past
Of fresh new loue, far fiercer flames, that erst her hart opprest,
Shee feelth the force, and this (alas) deuorced stil from rest:
Shee passeth forth in carefull watch, till time haue shapen so,
That slepe wt sweet, soft stealing steps his customd vsage do
And when shee seeth both house and all drownd therin fast & deepe,
With fearful pace & trimbling hand, shee forwards gins to creepe:
Shee gaines the doore, out goeth she then, & neyther far ne neare,
Appeareth wyght saue Phebe fayre, with gladsom seeming cheare
Sole Thisbie ioyfull of this guyde, doth ay I trust it bee,
Good lucke thy presence doth import, and bring at last to mee:
More hardyer then before shee did, prouoke her foote to hast,
No obiect gives her cause of let, till shee the towne haue past:
And when shee seeth the pleasant fields in safetie to haue gayned,
Then ioy therof all dread deuoures, which erst her only payned.
Till Fortune please her loue to send, there minding to remayne:
And whiles shee doth the foūtayn cleare, wt thoughtful hope behold
And euery let, her loue may stay, vnto her selfe vnfolde.
A dreadfull Lyon downe desendes, from Mountaine huge therby,
With thundring pace, whose sodain sight, whē Thisbie can espy:
No maruel was though terror then, & straungenes of the sight,
Within a simple maydens brest, all counsayle put to flight.
Howbeit, though counsayle fayld, yet feare so did ye place possesse,
That as the tender brest, whose age no feare did yet oppresse:
Now seeth his foe, with rauening Iaw, him ready to receaue,
Sets winges vnto his littell legs, himselfe poore foole to saue.
Euen so this Mayd, her enemy flees, vnto a hollow tree:
For succor flyes, whose ruthful mone, did succor not denye:
But close her keepes. The Liones fearce, that in the Mountayne wilde,
Deuoured had, new slaughtred beastes, & empty belly filde:
With moossell all embrude with blood, drawes to the cristal Well,
Hee dranke, and in his backe returne, this fatall hap befell.
Amid this way a kercheife white, which frighted Thisbie had
Let fall by chaunce, as feare and haste, vnto the tree her lad:
This Lion findes, and with his mouth, yet smoaking all in gore,
And armid pawes it staynes with blood, and all in sunder tore.
That doone away hee windes, as fier of Hell, or Vulcans thunder
Blew in his tayle, or as his corps it seas'd to teare a sunder:
Let fall by chaunce, as feare and haste, vnto the tree her lad:
This Lion findes, and with his mouth, yet smoaking all in gore,
And armid pawes it staynes with blood, and all in sunder tore.
That doone away hee windes, as fier of Hell, or Vulcans thunder
Blew in his tayle, or as his corps it seas'd to teare a sunder:
Now Pyramus who could not earst, the wrathfull house forgo,
Hath past the towne, and as hee drew the Fountayn neare vnto:
The cloth hee spies, which when (alas) all stained so hee saw,
In sunder tore, the ground about, full traste with Lyons paw:
The Siluer streames with strekes of blood, besprent and troubled new,
And there again ye cursed trace, the woful print to shew:
A sure beleefe did straight inuade, his ouerlyuing minde,
That there the fatall ende (alas) of Thisbie was assinde:
And that her dainty flesh, of beastes a pray vnmeet was made,
Wherwith distrest with woodlike rage, the words he out abrade.
Hath past the towne, and as hee drew the Fountayn neare vnto:
The cloth hee spies, which when (alas) all stained so hee saw,
In sunder tore, the ground about, full traste with Lyons paw:
The Siluer streames with strekes of blood, besprent and troubled new,
And there again ye cursed trace, the woful print to shew:
A sure beleefe did straight inuade, his ouerlyuing minde,
That there the fatall ende (alas) of Thisbie was assinde:
And that her dainty flesh, of beastes a pray vnmeet was made,
Wherwith distrest with woodlike rage, the words he out abrade.
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