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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Servant, you men have a deceiving wit,
When you your mistres favour would acquire,
No sugred sentence doe you then omit,
Some lying sp'rite doth so your hearts inspire.
For when you seek to foyle poore womens fame,
Vnder a loves pretext, serve you not blame?
When you your mistres favour would acquire,
No sugred sentence doe you then omit,
Some lying sp'rite doth so your hearts inspire.
For when you seek to foyle poore womens fame,
Vnder a loves pretext, serve you not blame?
It's sayd that women when they list can weepe,
And men in love can when they please looke pale,
What passions, plaints, griefe, groanes, and sighes you keepe
In store for to obscure a fained tale,
Likewise you'le mourne like Crocodils with teares
For ayd, while as your false intent appeares.
And men in love can when they please looke pale,
What passions, plaints, griefe, groanes, and sighes you keepe
In store for to obscure a fained tale,
Likewise you'le mourne like Crocodils with teares
For ayd, while as your false intent appeares.
With sweetest songs like Marmaids, you'le inchaunt
The chastest eare when nothing else can doe it,
Blest are those women who in time dis-haunt
Such smooth-tongu'd Sycophants who move them to it,
When plaints, sighes, groanes, tears, songs, cannot prevaile,
By truthlesse praises you our sexe assaile.
The chastest eare when nothing else can doe it,
Blest are those women who in time dis-haunt
Such smooth-tongu'd Sycophants who move them to it,
When plaints, sighes, groanes, tears, songs, cannot prevaile,
By truthlesse praises you our sexe assaile.
One sweares his Nymph is more than Venus faire,
When one would thinke her Æthyopian borne,
Ioves Queene to her most sure hath no compare,
Squint, drouping lookes, her gesture so adorne.
How meek she is, most lovely is her grace,
When fye on her, she hath Alectoes face.
When one would thinke her Æthyopian borne,
Ioves Queene to her most sure hath no compare,
Squint, drouping lookes, her gesture so adorne.
How meek she is, most lovely is her grace,
When fye on her, she hath Alectoes face.
Now Dian must not be so chast as shee,
Though Lais-like shee have a loving heart,
Pallas I gesse, no way so wise may bee,
For she can skill of Mopsa's hood-winkt art.
Penelope so constant none did finde,
As she whose Thain-like thoughts move with each wind
Though Lais-like shee have a loving heart,
Pallas I gesse, no way so wise may bee,
For she can skill of Mopsa's hood-winkt art.
Penelope so constant none did finde,
As she whose Thain-like thoughts move with each wind
And hee'l maintaine, she secretes can conceale,
Though scarce so well as babes, who late got vse
Of blabbing tongue, 'who all they heare, reveale,
Yet in one thing she merit may excuse,
Proud is she not, perhaps against her will,
Cause to attaine the same, she lacketh skill.
Though scarce so well as babes, who late got vse
Of blabbing tongue, 'who all they heare, reveale,
Yet in one thing she merit may excuse,
Proud is she not, perhaps against her will,
Cause to attaine the same, she lacketh skill.
Her golden haires (though crow-black) will he guild,
Her starre-like eyes, looke sleepie, yet must glance,
Her snow-white cheekes, an Amber colour yeeld,
Her proper nose, huge great, and crook't perchance,
Her Rubie-lips, remaine of purple dye,
Her pearle-like teeth, like Currall men espy.
Her starre-like eyes, looke sleepie, yet must glance,
Her snow-white cheekes, an Amber colour yeeld,
Her proper nose, huge great, and crook't perchance,
Her Rubie-lips, remaine of purple dye,
Her pearle-like teeth, like Currall men espy.
Her Ivorie hands are wrinkled like a frogge,
Her comely breasts are such as babes forsake,
Her heavenly voyce sounds like a barking dogge,
Her breath perfum'd, would make a whole head ake.
In end, his mistres pardon he exhorts,
'Cause of her worth he sparingly reports.
Her comely breasts are such as babes forsake,
Her heavenly voyce sounds like a barking dogge,
Her breath perfum'd, would make a whole head ake.
In end, his mistres pardon he exhorts,
'Cause of her worth he sparingly reports.
And if we will not trust you, then you'le sweare,
The cursed'st oathes that ever mortal heard,
By this meane doe you banish all our feare,
Which to our losse oft turneth afterward,
That this is true, servant be you assur'd,
Yet heavens defend that each man were periur'd.
The cursed'st oathes that ever mortal heard,
By this meane doe you banish all our feare,
Which to our losse oft turneth afterward,
That this is true, servant be you assur'd,
Yet heavens defend that each man were periur'd.
But come, sweet servant, pray you tell me this,
Can there be love where that the truth's conceald?
Some speciall reason may excuse that misse,
Madam (quoth he) though love by truth be seald
Yet if a man can yeeld no reason good.
Their mistresse iustly may their sute exclude.
Can there be love where that the truth's conceald?
Some speciall reason may excuse that misse,
Madam (quoth he) though love by truth be seald
Yet if a man can yeeld no reason good.
Their mistresse iustly may their sute exclude.
But Madam, I intreate, if that you can,
Shew me the woman that such wrong hath got,
Or what's the name of that disloyall man,
That hath his honour staind with such a blot.
Servant (quoth she) my selfe the woman be,
And you the man that did the wrong to me.
Shew me the woman that such wrong hath got,
Or what's the name of that disloyall man,
That hath his honour staind with such a blot.
Servant (quoth she) my selfe the woman be,
And you the man that did the wrong to me.
Did I (Madam) did I? yes servant, you,
Yet shall it ne're be publisht to your shame,
O grieve not servant, till I tell you how,
Is not my knight cald Tristius to his name?
Wherat he blusht, what (quoth she) is't not so?
I'le make you then speake true before you goe.
Yet shall it ne're be publisht to your shame,
O grieve not servant, till I tell you how,
Is not my knight cald Tristius to his name?
Wherat he blusht, what (quoth she) is't not so?
I'le make you then speake true before you goe.
So if thou love me, presently declare,
Thy proper name, and what reason thou had,
For to conceale the same, and so to spare
The truth: for truth with honour's ever clad.
Madam, my life I weigh not to your love,
Therefore this is the truth by heavens above.
Thy proper name, and what reason thou had,
For to conceale the same, and so to spare
The truth: for truth with honour's ever clad.
Madam, my life I weigh not to your love,
Therefore this is the truth by heavens above.
When first to you I did present my suite,
(Heavens know my minde to you was ever true)
Yet you, a foole or mad man me repute,
For why, as then of love you nothing knew.
So nought regarding me, you took good night,
And left me (God knowes) with a grieved spright.
(Heavens know my minde to you was ever true)
Yet you, a foole or mad man me repute,
For why, as then of love you nothing knew.
So nought regarding me, you took good night,
And left me (God knowes) with a grieved spright.
Since for your love I had my countrey left,
My parents, friends, and all my royall state,
Your heavenly beautie so of sence bereft
Me, that asham'd I curst my cruell Fate.
Likewise I curst those contrarie aspects,
In birth beare rule, in life work bad effects.
My parents, friends, and all my royall state,
Your heavenly beautie so of sence bereft
Me, that asham'd I curst my cruell Fate.
Likewise I curst those contrarie aspects,
In birth beare rule, in life work bad effects.
Sham'd to returne to my owne native soyle,
Because that I was ty'd eternally
Vnto your beautie, and had given the spoyle,
To you of all my former libertie,
For this cause in these woods and vnknowne wayes,
I Hermit-like resolv'd to spend my dayes.
Because that I was ty'd eternally
Vnto your beautie, and had given the spoyle,
To you of all my former libertie,
For this cause in these woods and vnknowne wayes,
I Hermit-like resolv'd to spend my dayes.
Thus then resolv'd, I to the forrest went,
A little after I came from your barke,
My Page to seek some Innes for me I sent,
When he was gone, a grove I did remarke,
There lay I downe, and there bewaild my griefe
To sencelesse things, which could yeeld no reliefe.
A little after I came from your barke,
My Page to seek some Innes for me I sent,
When he was gone, a grove I did remarke,
There lay I downe, and there bewaild my griefe
To sencelesse things, which could yeeld no reliefe.
Incontinent a man I did perceive,
To me he came, and asked if that way
There came some huntsmen, I againe did crave
In any sort he would be pleasd to stay,
And show me how they cal'd this countrey where
I now remaind: at my request even there
To me he came, and asked if that way
There came some huntsmen, I againe did crave
In any sort he would be pleasd to stay,
And show me how they cal'd this countrey where
I now remaind: at my request even there
He told me all that I desir'd to know,
Thereafter went in truth I know not whither,
Most glad in heart of that he did mee show,
I rousd my selfe, and then my Page came thither,
And told me that my Inne he did provide
Into a towne where many knights abide.
Thereafter went in truth I know not whither,
Most glad in heart of that he did mee show,
I rousd my selfe, and then my Page came thither,
And told me that my Inne he did provide
Into a towne where many knights abide.
Expecting on the hunting of a Beare,
Who had the countrey people much abusd,
Then for thy sake, my love, and dearest deare,
I thought I merit blame if I refusd
To hazard life, and that if I were slaine,
My worth vnknowne perpetuall might remaine,
Who had the countrey people much abusd,
Then for thy sake, my love, and dearest deare,
I thought I merit blame if I refusd
To hazard life, and that if I were slaine,
My worth vnknowne perpetuall might remaine,
For this cause I my proper name forsooke,
That likewise if I perisht through disdaine,
Vnder the name of Tristius I might brooke
Oblivion, which in death was all my gaine.
This was the reason which did most me move
Obscure my name, lest I succumb'd in love.
That likewise if I perisht through disdaine,
Vnder the name of Tristius I might brooke
Oblivion, which in death was all my gaine.
This was the reason which did most me move
Obscure my name, lest I succumb'd in love.
But since thou hast commanded me to tell
My proper name, I shall the same impart.
Deare love, thou knowst the countrey where the well
Once easd thy mother of a poysnous smart,
Of rich Epirus, and that healthfull Spring,
Thy knight and servant Calanthrop is King.
My proper name, I shall the same impart.
Deare love, thou knowst the countrey where the well
Once easd thy mother of a poysnous smart,
Of rich Epirus, and that healthfull Spring,
Thy knight and servant Calanthrop is King.
Thou therefore who hast long my love inthrald,
Since time so serves (deare sweet love) be not coy,
With Epires crowne thy head shall be impald,
Each earthly pleasure shalt thou there enioy.
I care not for thy father, nor thy friends,
So I have thee, let them goe crave amends.
Since time so serves (deare sweet love) be not coy,
With Epires crowne thy head shall be impald,
Each earthly pleasure shalt thou there enioy.
I care not for thy father, nor thy friends,
So I have thee, let them goe crave amends.
I'me sure it grieves thee much to bee confin'd
Continually in chamber: doth it not?
(Aye me) deare soule, that thou shouldst bee so pin'd
And captive made by him who thee begot.
Kisse me (sweet love) and I shall make thee free,
My Epire ships through sea shall carrie thee.
Continually in chamber: doth it not?
(Aye me) deare soule, that thou shouldst bee so pin'd
And captive made by him who thee begot.
Kisse me (sweet love) and I shall make thee free,
My Epire ships through sea shall carrie thee.
My Calanthrop (quoth she) couldst thou acquire
My fathers grant, it would my minde much ease,
Then blamelesse might I grant thee thy desire.
Children should strive their parents wrath t'appease,
Yet I'me afraid, if thou propone such thing,
It thy designe to hindrance great doe bring.
My fathers grant, it would my minde much ease,
Then blamelesse might I grant thee thy desire.
Children should strive their parents wrath t'appease,
Yet I'me afraid, if thou propone such thing,
It thy designe to hindrance great doe bring.
High walles are scald when Canons cannot wrong,
Import'nate suites in end are often past
Continuall battrie, though the fort bee strong,
Will force the keepers render at the last,
The stone by water's penetrate at length,
By often falling rather then by strength.
Import'nate suites in end are often past
Continuall battrie, though the fort bee strong,
Will force the keepers render at the last,
The stone by water's penetrate at length,
By often falling rather then by strength.
Lucilla so no longer could resist
His strong assaults, nor yet could she reiect
His loyall love, prescrive then as he list
She will obey: for why she doth affect
Him so, that both her honour, state and fame
He may dispose at pleasure of the same.
His strong assaults, nor yet could she reiect
His loyall love, prescrive then as he list
She will obey: for why she doth affect
Him so, that both her honour, state and fame
He may dispose at pleasure of the same.
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