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Caput. V.
Argument.
Peenardo Prince of ThessalyeIs heir vnto yow showne
Whoes buried deids so long in graue
Shall to the world be knowne
Achaias great Embassadour
Requyrs Thessaliane ayde
The wich is granted and anone
For warre prouisione made.
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Into the mightie land of ThessalyeTheir regn'd a King that Grodane heght to name
By mightie force he conquerd Arabie
Throw Greciane land so famous grew his fame
Earthes terrour, Europs tour, and Africks woe
Bulwark of freends, and buriell of his foe.
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This Grodane had to wyfe a noble DameThat Sister wes vnto the Spanishe King
Whoes lyfe gouernd with such a spotles name
Old fame throw emptie aer this song did sing;
The yee happie Prince of Iasons lyne that regn's
And to the world an other Iason breng's.
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Those tuo wer lou'd with such a lust regaridShe lou'd, he feird, she praisd, and he renound
The famous citie Eregon he reird
And built the princelie Palace Pitemuond
And their his royall court he intertain'd,
Million's of knights and Ladyes their remaind.
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He had no children but a Sone aloneWhoes beautie and proportione of his face
Bewrayd his royall Progenie anone
His persone Princelye and his comelie grace
Most rair, most wyse, most valorous, most fair
Most lou'd, most loath'd, still croc'd, with Fortuns snair
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Penardo cald the obiect of disdainThe skorne of loue, the monument of lothe
The mirrour of mischeif, the map of paine,
The marck of daunger, and the mold of wrath
The Seat of sorrow, and the tombe of care
The winges of wrack, the Burtio of dispair.
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Yet was he well traind vp in feart's of armesTilt's, turnayes, and all war-lyk exercise
Whoes braue vndanted Spright espyes no harmes
Whoes mightie force his fame doeth eternize
So lou'd of all, and yet that all so feird him
That Heaune, and Earth, & Hell, to much admird him.
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And had his grand-Syre (Iason valorous)Bein now alyue he hade not cron'd the Maine
For that his dangling tresses pretious
Surmunts the goldin fleece whiche he did gaine
His looks, his gesture, and his countenance
Would chaistest Phœbe moue to dalliance
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Dame Nature followed him with sad lamentsCompleining of her treasurs emptie coffers
Proportioune beautie vertues excrements
Was left to her and cheirfullie she offers
To quyt all those if he would proue so kynd
To runder back perfections of the mynd
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And yet sumtyme she (stairing' in his face)Wold seeme to loue him wowing him with swyll's
And proud of this her handie work whoes grace
She swoir the glorye of the gods beguyl's
And other whills complaining in a rage
She lak'd materiall's for ensueing age.
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Which true did proue for Nature was vndoneThe earth was lost, and mankynd was forlorne
Th' ensewing ages monster's prou'd too soone
Some reasone wants some but proportione borne
Some dum, some deaf, some blind, some leam'd ar seene
Some sensles, witles, strenghtles, hartles bein.
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Now whill the Earthe was rap't with admirationeOf this fair youthe so muche admeir'd of all
(One contrarie remou'd) the confirmatione
He seem'd to haue of all that grace men call
He that in loues despight him self had showen
Yet lou'd at last and loath'd was ouerthrowen,
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For who can shunn his fortune or his fateAll to loues liue tho'lyfe wer but a night
Cear, traueel woe, with pleasure does debait
Greif sorow, paine, with pastyme, ioy, delight.
The truest happimes one earthe remaine
Wheir croce is mixt with confort, ioy with paine
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But Whil fair fame (this royall court to showThrouw spatious Earthe and oceane took her flight
Aduentrous Knight's hade (many year's ag'oe)
Sleep't in dark silence of eternall night
Desyre of honor (to the worlds vew)
Calls furthe one Youth, deip Danger to persue,
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Penardo as ane Gallant would obeyWhoes braue heroick spright surpast so farre
All youths of Greece that he would oft essay
The most and best approued Knight's of warre
When tuo at once he caus'd for to effront him
They could not find the meins for to dismont him
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Yet whill he sleip't at home in silent paceTh' Embassadours come to the court in haist
Frome out Achaia whom it pleasd his grace
To entertaine with many royall feast
Who muche admeird the great magnifience
Of his fair court and of his excellence
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Thrie dayes wer spent in feasting or repastWhen they desyr'd for to be hard of all
The King and counsell being set at last
They wer convay'd vnto a princelie hall
Yea to vnfold that costlie court so fyne
Should pas the might of such a Muse as myne.
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The pillers wer of purest yourie fram'dWith pearle and pretious stone in gold embost
Whoes glistring beam's continuall light inflamd
That sable Night her entrance their had lost
The stones to wall's their glances consecrat's
Which ritchest mantles still reuerberat's
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Whoes maieste was stairlie to beholdFor round about the walls the tapestrie
Was goodlie arace wrought with Indiane gold
With purple silk and syluer gloriouslie
So viuelie wrought vnto the humane eye
Maiestick purtreats lyuelie seemd to be,
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Their Cupid painted in his glistring prydHis eyes wer shut, yet in his crewell fist
An goldin bow and arrowes did abyd
Wheir with he shot at randone when he list
He bends, he draw's, he shoots no shaft in vaine
He hitt's the Hart, & yet no marks remaine.
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Ther Ioue and their the Thebane SemaleTheir jealous Iuno lyke her Nurse appeirs
And caus'd her seik that Ioue in majestie
Wold come with thundring darts & lightning fyr's
Their might you sie when he performd ye same
Her birne in heauenlie fyre & schoarcking flamme
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Their Leucothea. their was Phœbus brightIn sheape of old Eurimine her mother
Their Orchamus her father tacks her streght,
And eard's her quick (til Phœbus coming hither)
Vnto a lamp a starre a flamming light
He chang'd her for to chace from thence ye night
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Ther Mars and Venus at ther dallying sportsTheir Vulcans artificiall yrone nett
Wherin he wrapt these louers, their resorts
Feir Danaes Sone whome Ioue did erst beget
Who cutts Medusa's heid and their the fontane
Wheir he had chang'd King Athlas in a montan.
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Their also feghts he with the monster wyldThat persecutes the fair Andronad euer
Their Cephey and Cassiope bewayld
Their daughters hap, & yet could help her neuer
Whom thundring Ioue iniustlie their detaind
She weip't, she murnt, she sigh't, she pray'd, she plā'd
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All these yow might haue sein so perfectlieThat nothing els but vitall breath they wanted
Whil as they seem'd to lurk so priuely
Sum heir sum their in pairs together hanted
They seemd to blushe when curious eyes did sie them
And shrow'd their yourie limms in fowlds to flie them
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So Cynthia does shrood her self frome sightOf wearie Trauelers that wandring strayes
Wrapt vp in darkest cloud's of silent night
Yet through thin clouds oft shoots out syluer rayes
So seem'd they in those fowlds, to creip vn knowne
Yet shew them self vnwilling to be showen.
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Or as the stream's of crooked wynding brooksNow heighe then low, now ryse, then falls againe
In darkest corners holes and priuie crooks
Will steall vnseene Yet can not skaip the maine
Each tumbling in hudge heap's their homage does
Compleaning on the Earths vnkynd refuse
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Eune so those mantles glorious riche and rairIf strurd will alter chainge and turne in vaine
Trembling and wafting mou'd whith shaples aer
Heir low their heighe their low heir hyeghe again
Whiche maks sum portrats show & sum reteir
Sum heighe sum low and sum vnwar's appeir
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Those strangers stoode amazed at that sightThe King to brek their silence low did moue him
Vpon a bench of gold that graue great light
A Pale lyk heauens-starrd'd canoby aboue him
The cheifest bow'd to ground and then began
To show the King (who heght Andromadan.)
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O thouw most mightie Prince of Iasons raceThou skourge of Paganes and of Persians pryd
O thow who did by mightie strength deface
Arabia fœlix and the spoyls deuyd
Amongst the Souldours with a princelie mynd
Thy seruants come from far, thy help to fynd
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Know that we ar Achaian's mightie PrinceOf antient Greciane bloode we ar discendit
Against the Paganes we haue made defence
Our realme lost our royall blood is endit
Our King our countray kingdome croune & all
Arrest and forc'd before our Foes to fall
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By Sigismund great King of DatiaOf Transyluania and Moldauia Prince
Of Seruia and of Valachia
He holds the septure and the gouernance
With armies great to mak his valour knowne
Our contrey, tours, and tounes has ouerthrowne
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This was the caus, Ill hap our Prince let outOne day the mont Parnassus sor to vew
Well arm'd he was both loftie strong and stout
Well fauord fair and of a heauenly hew
Our King Of Children had no more at all
Ther was he lost, and their our strength did fall.
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For their he chanc'd to vew a sacred MuseEnamourd thus he fondlie fell in loue
Pre sing her deuyne deitie to abus
Whose mynd from chaist desyrs he could not moue
By chance a Kinght arryu'd & sought withall
His paine, his greif, his lose, his death, his fall
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And thus they both in combat fought a spaceVntill ther fatall howre approched neir
And then they both wer slaine into that place
Evne then began our woe, our wrack our care
This Kinght was Prince of Datia & was Sone
To Sigismund for him this warre begane,
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When he had done in silence still he stoodeAbyding answer from the King who sayde
(In greattest ire) he wold reuenge their bloode
And willinglie wold lend his freindlie ayde
Liue happie Prince (sayd thay) in whoes sweitt eyes
Wrath, terrour, dreid, reuenge, and glorie lyes.
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