The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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After some Talk, short general Discourse,
Which still did raise Affection-flames, enforce;
Love heightned more; down th' elder Merchant went,
Delphine both (being call'd) by their consent,
Took Order too for Journey the next Morn;
Leaving them there by Vows ingage'd and sworn,
To their hearts wish; since Love would private be
Whole Hours dissolv'd in pleasing Talk most free.
Choice kisses joyn'd, conserves more Cordializing
Since look'd not for (both gently sympathising)
Till th' Evening came, ere 'twas desir'd tho,
Much trampling Noise, loud Voices then below.
Through th' entry sound Mardiva forth did glance;
Strait Dardigues, that Pandar view'd (sad chance)
I'th' Garden plot; retir'd again, she heard
These Words from him; That, that's the Room, regard.
Whence strait conceiv'd, that Ring they wanted thus,
By false Sileuca kept; Base Covetous;
So found her out. O fly my Lord (said she)
Or both undone. Why, joyn'd Amazedly.
Vendormes there, I saw that Man, she said,
Came with the King; that Ring's the cause: Betray'd:
He nam'd this for the Room. I'le either Dye,
(Said he) or Rescue you. She joyn'd reply;
'Twill more enrage, they come; by all our Love
I beg, conjure, withdraw. I'l not remove
(Said He) this Sword at hand (Door fast howe're)
Heard trampling up their Stairs, then knocking there:
Vendormes with drawn Sword seem'd Treble-liv'd;
Shall I go skulk (said he) my Spouse Captiv'd?
Who knocks there? speak, 'Tis I, Delphine said;
Standing without. Mardiva when, Afraid,
Peace (answer'd strait) I saw beneath that Man
Came with the King. No harm (said she again)
Unlock, I'l tell you all: Opening the Door,
Soon closed then; Thus 'twas (She said) no more:
That Dardigues by th' King was lately sent
To th' Corinth Merchant here for this intent,
To take up Stuffs on Liking; gorgeous too;
Now back return'd, were meant (it seems) for you.
But why those Words (they ask'd) that, that's the Room,
Our Merchants Ware-house 'twas (she said) being come.
He shew'd them that bide there they should unlade;
Would soon depart, his price in Gold repaid.
She came to tell, her Maid inform'd her there,
Mardiva's Mother strait would Guest appear.
Both joyn'd Rejoyce. Soon walk'd forth Dardigues;
Their Merchant tho with franck Reward did please.
For clearing all; Sileuca with that Ring
(Who had at first faln down before the King,
And Pardon beg'd, since well perform'd her part)
Now kneel'd again: Mardiva's honest heart
Humbly excus'd, grown sick forgot the same;
'Twas soon Return'd, no need of further Claim.
His angry Mood, that Gem beheld appear'd
More pacify'd, since then no Cheat was fear'd:
Young, peevish Girl, he said; would trust no more
Their Female Sex beyond the Chamber door.
To th' Widow paid howe're (Gold) fifty pound,
Took then false Beard, (still Qualmish on that Ground)
Brought Hackney-Coach, rode strait with Dardigues
To th' Summer-Bow'r; warm Fit did there appease
With cooling Fruits; then joyn'd good Wines repast:
Cloath'd like himself return'd to th' Court at last.
Her Picture tho (discharg'd from th' honour'd Room
In's Gallery) condemn'd to Flaming Doom.
Which still did raise Affection-flames, enforce;
Love heightned more; down th' elder Merchant went,
Delphine both (being call'd) by their consent,
Took Order too for Journey the next Morn;
Leaving them there by Vows ingage'd and sworn,
To their hearts wish; since Love would private be
Whole Hours dissolv'd in pleasing Talk most free.
Choice kisses joyn'd, conserves more Cordializing
Since look'd not for (both gently sympathising)
Till th' Evening came, ere 'twas desir'd tho,
Much trampling Noise, loud Voices then below.
Through th' entry sound Mardiva forth did glance;
Strait Dardigues, that Pandar view'd (sad chance)
I'th' Garden plot; retir'd again, she heard
These Words from him; That, that's the Room, regard.
Whence strait conceiv'd, that Ring they wanted thus,
By false Sileuca kept; Base Covetous;
So found her out. O fly my Lord (said she)
Or both undone. Why, joyn'd Amazedly.
Vendormes there, I saw that Man, she said,
Came with the King; that Ring's the cause: Betray'd:
He nam'd this for the Room. I'le either Dye,
(Said he) or Rescue you. She joyn'd reply;
'Twill more enrage, they come; by all our Love
I beg, conjure, withdraw. I'l not remove
(Said He) this Sword at hand (Door fast howe're)
Heard trampling up their Stairs, then knocking there:
Vendormes with drawn Sword seem'd Treble-liv'd;
Shall I go skulk (said he) my Spouse Captiv'd?
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Standing without. Mardiva when, Afraid,
Peace (answer'd strait) I saw beneath that Man
Came with the King. No harm (said she again)
Unlock, I'l tell you all: Opening the Door,
Soon closed then; Thus 'twas (She said) no more:
That Dardigues by th' King was lately sent
To th' Corinth Merchant here for this intent,
To take up Stuffs on Liking; gorgeous too;
Now back return'd, were meant (it seems) for you.
But why those Words (they ask'd) that, that's the Room,
Our Merchants Ware-house 'twas (she said) being come.
He shew'd them that bide there they should unlade;
Would soon depart, his price in Gold repaid.
She came to tell, her Maid inform'd her there,
Mardiva's Mother strait would Guest appear.
Both joyn'd Rejoyce. Soon walk'd forth Dardigues;
Their Merchant tho with franck Reward did please.
For clearing all; Sileuca with that Ring
(Who had at first faln down before the King,
And Pardon beg'd, since well perform'd her part)
Now kneel'd again: Mardiva's honest heart
Humbly excus'd, grown sick forgot the same;
'Twas soon Return'd, no need of further Claim.
His angry Mood, that Gem beheld appear'd
More pacify'd, since then no Cheat was fear'd:
Young, peevish Girl, he said; would trust no more
Their Female Sex beyond the Chamber door.
To th' Widow paid howe're (Gold) fifty pound,
Took then false Beard, (still Qualmish on that Ground)
Brought Hackney-Coach, rode strait with Dardigues
To th' Summer-Bow'r; warm Fit did there appease
With cooling Fruits; then joyn'd good Wines repast:
Cloath'd like himself return'd to th' Court at last.
Her Picture tho (discharg'd from th' honour'd Room
In's Gallery) condemn'd to Flaming Doom.
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