The History Of the Most Vile Dimagoras Who by Treachery and Poison blasted the incomparable Beauty of Divine Parthenia: Inter-woven with the History of Amoronzo and Celania. By John Quarles |
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Most Oderiferous, most refulgent Maid,
I, thy notorious friend, that stand before thee
Will fight for thee, because I do adore thee;
Tell me, my Pigeon, didst thou see how I
Behav'd my self, and made the Rascals fly,
That would have done thee wrong; pish, I can make
An Army fly before me for thy sake;
I'le hop o're Walls, and Mountains, nay, I'le dive
Into the Ocean to keep thee alive;
Me thinks the world's too small, for when I come
To fight for thee, I groan for Elbow room;
These narrow Confines allmost make me sweat
My self to death, for I am grown so great
That I must stretch the world; I here profess
I will enlarg't, or that shall make me less;
How dost thou like me, Wench, come, prethee say
Art thou not blest, to see this happy day
And me, (thy most Renowned Champion) here
To take thy part, when danger shall appear.
With that a noble Knight, which then stood by
Corinda, made to Clinias this Reply,
And said, Sir Knight, this Lady much does wonder
She saw no light'ning, when she heard it thunder;
She saw your pastime, but she heard no blows,
You courted them like friends (she says) not foes;
Moreover, 'tis her pleasure you should be
Respondent to some questions, which shall be
Forth-with propos'd unto you. First you are
With speed, and freedom forthwith to declare
Why you mis-call'd your self, and said your name
Was bold Amphialus, that you had slain
So many Knights; she says this must appear
To be untrue, Amphialus is here,
Now looking on you, and ere you depart
Will take revenge upon your perjur'd heart:
Clinias takes courage (for it is conceit
Makes all our actions either small or great)
And thus reply'd; Sir Knight, I do conceive
My self much injur'd, for you would bereave
And rob me of my honour, when as I
Have dearly bought it of mine enemy;
As for Amphialus, I must confess,
(In the relation of his hardiness)
I did him honour, not appropriate
His name, but sung the glory of his fate;
And this was all; moreover, when I saw
The Kings broad Seal, and Hand, it was a Law
To warrant my forbearance, I protest
My vexed soul was never more opprest
Then at that present; What is, to a Knight
Of valour, more delightful then a fight?
But being charm'd by power, what could I do
More then I did; Sir Knight, I speak to you.
I, thy notorious friend, that stand before thee
Will fight for thee, because I do adore thee;
Tell me, my Pigeon, didst thou see how I
Behav'd my self, and made the Rascals fly,
That would have done thee wrong; pish, I can make
An Army fly before me for thy sake;
I'le hop o're Walls, and Mountains, nay, I'le dive
Into the Ocean to keep thee alive;
Me thinks the world's too small, for when I come
To fight for thee, I groan for Elbow room;
These narrow Confines allmost make me sweat
My self to death, for I am grown so great
That I must stretch the world; I here profess
I will enlarg't, or that shall make me less;
How dost thou like me, Wench, come, prethee say
Art thou not blest, to see this happy day
And me, (thy most Renowned Champion) here
To take thy part, when danger shall appear.
With that a noble Knight, which then stood by
Corinda, made to Clinias this Reply,
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She saw no light'ning, when she heard it thunder;
She saw your pastime, but she heard no blows,
You courted them like friends (she says) not foes;
Moreover, 'tis her pleasure you should be
Respondent to some questions, which shall be
Forth-with propos'd unto you. First you are
With speed, and freedom forthwith to declare
Why you mis-call'd your self, and said your name
Was bold Amphialus, that you had slain
So many Knights; she says this must appear
To be untrue, Amphialus is here,
Now looking on you, and ere you depart
Will take revenge upon your perjur'd heart:
Clinias takes courage (for it is conceit
Makes all our actions either small or great)
And thus reply'd; Sir Knight, I do conceive
My self much injur'd, for you would bereave
And rob me of my honour, when as I
Have dearly bought it of mine enemy;
As for Amphialus, I must confess,
(In the relation of his hardiness)
I did him honour, not appropriate
His name, but sung the glory of his fate;
And this was all; moreover, when I saw
The Kings broad Seal, and Hand, it was a Law
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My vexed soul was never more opprest
Then at that present; What is, to a Knight
Of valour, more delightful then a fight?
But being charm'd by power, what could I do
More then I did; Sir Knight, I speak to you.
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