The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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Rufin star'd more; Polindor with Flostel
(Hood down) approach'd them, May-game, masque of Hell
Th' whole Sight appear'd: Til now, his freer tongue
Releas'd, No Theef (he loud exclaim'd) they wrong;
'Twas he was rob'd bound. When th' whole Antick fry
With strange Signes rounded them, more mutteringly
Disclos'd the Riddle strait, why all was done:
That Storguis 'twas, that vile Brundescars Son;
Astorin's downfall (whom by face Rufin
Well knew) who, proving th' Fathers Heir in sin,
Worse Villain, had blood-suck'd (as 'twere by pow'r
Most of their Husbands chief estates, that hour
Lay'd Gasping; ravish'd too three of their Daughters
(This had he likewise heard) those Virgin-slaughters
Added to th' first: as then kept one his Whore:
Thus, Neighing on, till tempted yet one more
To her Fames death; close Pander-letters wooe,
That she would meet that Noon ith' Cave below,
Where should find Golden show'rs. This, wisely scan'd,
The Mayd to th' Mother shew'd, whose cunning hand
Wrote back from her, she'd wait on him, if so
He'd come by stealth: when strait th' whole injur'd row,
Those Wives and Mothers met; their Husbands lay
Lodg'd in that Cave, disguis'd, like men of Prey
(Forg'd plot) where seiz'd, then left him nak'd and bound:
Those gone, these (Muffled, Arm'd) did thus surround
Like Stygian Furies, sent to fall upon him;
So, wrought in part their griev'd heart Vengeance on him,
Nor knew he whence the Wrong: those men conceiv'd
Meer Robbers, Theeves, while th' Hags souls Guilt believ'd
Plain Furies come from Hell. The whole Justice show'd;
Whose treacherous Father ended too in blood.
This said, whilst they th' Arch, punish'd Roague unbind,
Those Hags were vanish'd all, and gone like Wind.
Storguis they left at next Wood-bordring Cell,
Though scarce could lye nor sit (intruth) to steal
Short Napping-fit; Polindor well from hence
Lesson'd, by th' way, 'gainst Rapine, Violence.
(Hood down) approach'd them, May-game, masque of Hell
Th' whole Sight appear'd: Til now, his freer tongue
Releas'd, No Theef (he loud exclaim'd) they wrong;
'Twas he was rob'd bound. When th' whole Antick fry
With strange Signes rounded them, more mutteringly
Disclos'd the Riddle strait, why all was done:
That Storguis 'twas, that vile Brundescars Son;
Astorin's downfall (whom by face Rufin
Well knew) who, proving th' Fathers Heir in sin,
Worse Villain, had blood-suck'd (as 'twere by pow'r
Most of their Husbands chief estates, that hour
Lay'd Gasping; ravish'd too three of their Daughters
(This had he likewise heard) those Virgin-slaughters
Added to th' first: as then kept one his Whore:
Thus, Neighing on, till tempted yet one more
To her Fames death; close Pander-letters wooe,
That she would meet that Noon ith' Cave below,
Where should find Golden show'rs. This, wisely scan'd,
The Mayd to th' Mother shew'd, whose cunning hand
Wrote back from her, she'd wait on him, if so
He'd come by stealth: when strait th' whole injur'd row,
Those Wives and Mothers met; their Husbands lay
Lodg'd in that Cave, disguis'd, like men of Prey
(Forg'd plot) where seiz'd, then left him nak'd and bound:
Those gone, these (Muffled, Arm'd) did thus surround
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So, wrought in part their griev'd heart Vengeance on him,
Nor knew he whence the Wrong: those men conceiv'd
Meer Robbers, Theeves, while th' Hags souls Guilt believ'd
Plain Furies come from Hell. The whole Justice show'd;
Whose treacherous Father ended too in blood.
This said, whilst they th' Arch, punish'd Roague unbind,
Those Hags were vanish'd all, and gone like Wind.
Storguis they left at next Wood-bordring Cell,
Though scarce could lye nor sit (intruth) to steal
Short Napping-fit; Polindor well from hence
Lesson'd, by th' way, 'gainst Rapine, Violence.
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