The Historie of Calanthrop and Lucilla Conspicuously demonstrating the various mutabilities of Fortune in their loves, with every severall circumstance of joyes and crosses, fortunate exploites, and hazardous adventures, which either of them sustained before they could attaine the prosperous event of their wished aimes. By John Kennedie |
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Calanthrop
having sung this Threnodie,
Sighes strive with teares, and both prevent each word,
Teares wet his cheekes, sighes dry them suddenly,
His matchlesse griefe, deepe grounded groanes record,
Such wofull passions oft suggest despaire,
Whose on-wayters be sorrowe, shame, and care.
Sighes strive with teares, and both prevent each word,
Teares wet his cheekes, sighes dry them suddenly,
His matchlesse griefe, deepe grounded groanes record,
Such wofull passions oft suggest despaire,
Whose on-wayters be sorrowe, shame, and care.
Yet Iove defend, such like should him befall,
Superiour powers think it now high time,
That Fortune should in prosp'rous ioyes install
Him whom till now she punisht without crime.
So, lest perchance hee offer might offence
Vnto himselfe, by desp'rate violence.
Superiour powers think it now high time,
That Fortune should in prosp'rous ioyes install
Him whom till now she punisht without crime.
So, lest perchance hee offer might offence
Vnto himselfe, by desp'rate violence.
Heavens mov'd Lucilla his complaint to heare,
For such like passions made her to awake
With loving heart, and with a listning eare,
Loves kingly power made her pittie take,
For by the consequent one may surmise
Her selfe was subiect to the same disease.
For such like passions made her to awake
With loving heart, and with a listning eare,
Loves kingly power made her pittie take,
For by the consequent one may surmise
Her selfe was subiect to the same disease.
And yet she did most cunningly proceed,
How skild bee women in their coying Art?
She well perceiv'd Calanthrop stood in need
Of her sweet aid, to ease his love-sicke heart,
And though she was most willing to extend
Reliefe to him, yet doth the same suspend.
How skild bee women in their coying Art?
She well perceiv'd Calanthrop stood in need
Of her sweet aid, to ease his love-sicke heart,
And though she was most willing to extend
Reliefe to him, yet doth the same suspend.
Now ov'r the walke where Calanthrop then lay,
Therestood a gallerie on the garden wall,
To this same gallerie was a privie way
From her bed-chamber: here she vs'd to call
Her maids by one dilating there her will,
To those shee pleasd, whilst all the rest stood still.
Therestood a gallerie on the garden wall,
To this same gallerie was a privie way
From her bed-chamber: here she vs'd to call
Her maids by one dilating there her will,
To those shee pleasd, whilst all the rest stood still.
Vnto this gallerie went she all alone,
For all that night she had receiv'd bad rest,
Hearing her knight relate with many groane,
The various wayes his vrgent grieves increast.
And when Calanthrop had left off to sing,
He slept: which time shee diopt on him a ring.
For all that night she had receiv'd bad rest,
Hearing her knight relate with many groane,
The various wayes his vrgent grieves increast.
And when Calanthrop had left off to sing,
He slept: which time shee diopt on him a ring.
The happy ring this posie did conteine,
(Thy chiefe desire shortly shalt thou acquyre)
E're he awoke, she went away vnseene,
Then to a secret walke did she retire,
Repenting her that e're this ring she threw
Vnto her knight, whereof he nothing knew.
(Thy chiefe desire shortly shalt thou acquyre)
E're he awoke, she went away vnseene,
Then to a secret walke did she retire,
Repenting her that e're this ring she threw
Vnto her knight, whereof he nothing knew.
Now being alone, she 'ginnes her selfe to blame,
That should give place to such an idle thought
As love: even thus, Lucilla now thy shame
Apparent is, which thou regardest nought.
What (fond Lucilla) wilt thou midst the yeares
Of tender age, subiect thy selfe to feares?
That should give place to such an idle thought
As love: even thus, Lucilla now thy shame
Apparent is, which thou regardest nought.
What (fond Lucilla) wilt thou midst the yeares
Of tender age, subiect thy selfe to feares?
For Love's a field of feares, of cares, of paine,
Of trouble, sorrow, griefe, and ghostly woe,
Since so it is, in time it's best restraine
Such fruitlesse folly, and such like forgoe,
Lest Venus boy thy gentle heart intrap
Making therof no conquest, but a rapt.
Of trouble, sorrow, griefe, and ghostly woe,
Since so it is, in time it's best restraine
Such fruitlesse folly, and such like forgoe,
Lest Venus boy thy gentle heart intrap
Making therof no conquest, but a rapt.
And what is hee that thou dost thus affect?
A stranger, and perchance of such base minde,
That having got thy love, will then reiect
Thee, though at first he seeme to be most kinde,
Neither know's thou his revenewes, nor state:
Therefore in time rue rather then too late.
A stranger, and perchance of such base minde,
That having got thy love, will then reiect
Thee, though at first he seeme to be most kinde,
Neither know's thou his revenewes, nor state:
Therefore in time rue rather then too late.
But now Loves king once toucht her heart againe,
So that she now reputes herselfe ingrate,
Who could permit her lover to remaine
So long in griefe, and might the same abate.
For which in heart she vowes to make amends,
And ere she loose her loue, shee'l loose her friends.
So that she now reputes herselfe ingrate,
Who could permit her lover to remaine
So long in griefe, and might the same abate.
For which in heart she vowes to make amends,
And ere she loose her loue, shee'l loose her friends.
For why shees sure, a knight of so good parts
As is her knight, must loyall bee in love,
Deceit ne're dwels in noble martiall hearts,
This maxime skildest Phylosophs approve,
His birth likewise is sure equivalent,
Els her to suite could ne're be his intent.
As is her knight, must loyall bee in love,
Deceit ne're dwels in noble martiall hearts,
This maxime skildest Phylosophs approve,
His birth likewise is sure equivalent,
Els her to suite could ne're be his intent.
Yet she remembers beggar Irus sought
The constant love of chaste Penelope,
Which he mongst Peeres of Ithaca deare bought,
Endymion lov'd the Huntresse Hecate,
Thus love both Prince and poore man doth controll,
The gayners ioy, the loosers still condole.
The constant love of chaste Penelope,
Which he mongst Peeres of Ithaca deare bought,
Endymion lov'd the Huntresse Hecate,
Thus love both Prince and poore man doth controll,
The gayners ioy, the loosers still condole.
But what though love a beggar did provoke
Or yet a shepheard enterprise such aime,
And rich and poore bee subiect to loves stroke,
And Cupid with one dart both heale and maime,
Like to Achilles lance, whom it did wound,
It selfe againe, nought else, must make them sound.
Or yet a shepheard enterprise such aime,
And rich and poore bee subiect to loves stroke,
And Cupid with one dart both heale and maime,
Like to Achilles lance, whom it did wound,
It selfe againe, nought else, must make them sound.
What then Lucilla? can there be such thing,
As ever love such operation had?
To make a base-borne slave, looke like a King,
Though love hath power to make one glad or sad,
Love in transformes will not prove so vnright,
To make a Heard, or Beggar seeme a Knight.
As ever love such operation had?
To make a base-borne slave, looke like a King,
Though love hath power to make one glad or sad,
Love in transformes will not prove so vnright,
To make a Heard, or Beggar seeme a Knight.
Admetus flocks nine winters Cynthius kept,
And love made Iove in golden showre descend
In Danaes lap, whilst she (faire Lady) slept,
The heat of love those gods made such intend,
Love likewise hath made Kings themselves abase,
Yet Indigence still stops Preferments place.
And love made Iove in golden showre descend
In Danaes lap, whilst she (faire Lady) slept,
The heat of love those gods made such intend,
Love likewise hath made Kings themselves abase,
Yet Indigence still stops Preferments place.
Since so it is, what then should make thee feare?
Yet try if that his love to thee be such
That he esteems no love as thine so deare,
If it be so, thou oughts reward him much,
Thus then resolv'd she cald her chiefest maid,
Sophona nam'd: and to her thus she sayd.
Yet try if that his love to thee be such
That he esteems no love as thine so deare,
If it be so, thou oughts reward him much,
Thus then resolv'd she cald her chiefest maid,
Sophona nam'd: and to her thus she sayd.
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