Thvle Or Vertues Historie. To the Honorable and vertuous Mistris Amy Avdely. By F. R. [i.e. Francis Rous] |
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Cant. 7.
The brethren still renew their sharpe debate,
Pirino viewes a fayre distressed dame,
Whom cruell Knight had brought to wofull state:
With whom vnto a castle soone he came,
After he had reueng'd the bloodie deede,
Quiting the bloodie man with bloodie meede.
Pirino viewes a fayre distressed dame,
Whom cruell Knight had brought to wofull state:
With whom vnto a castle soone he came,
After he had reueng'd the bloodie deede,
Quiting the bloodie man with bloodie meede.
When as the earths great palsie doth her moue,
Shaking her bowels with an ayrie rent,
It shiuers downe the Citadels aboue,
And her great burthens all in peeces rent:
But not so much as discord doth remoue,
Whose quartan shaking in his continent,
Feeds on the intrals of the stinging harts,
And teares his bowels in tormented parts.
Shaking her bowels with an ayrie rent,
It shiuers downe the Citadels aboue,
And her great burthens all in peeces rent:
But not so much as discord doth remoue,
Whose quartan shaking in his continent,
Feeds on the intrals of the stinging harts,
And teares his bowels in tormented parts.
Which mightie earthquake now these brethren shooke,
That with their swords each others limbes doe hew,
And makes them like the ruddy morning looke,
Embrude in sanguine and in purple hew:
No time doth slide but one the other strooke,
Dying the stayned earth with gory dew:
The musick still in harmonie doth sing,
While still their swords to others sides they fling.
That with their swords each others limbes doe hew,
And makes them like the ruddy morning looke,
Embrude in sanguine and in purple hew:
No time doth slide but one the other strooke,
Dying the stayned earth with gory dew:
The musick still in harmonie doth sing,
While still their swords to others sides they fling.
Thus doe they hack and spoyle with grisly wounds,
The vitall fountaines of their welling blood:
Like to the Bore whom Meleagers hounds
In Calidons forwasted fields withstood,
Whose iron tuske with renting edge confounds
The springs fayre fruits and summers growing food,
Tearing the vine and Bacchus ensigne downe,
And in his panch that sacred iuyce doth drowne.
The vitall fountaines of their welling blood:
Like to the Bore whom Meleagers hounds
In Calidons forwasted fields withstood,
Whose iron tuske with renting edge confounds
The springs fayre fruits and summers growing food,
Tearing the vine and Bacchus ensigne downe,
And in his panch that sacred iuyce doth drowne.
Thus doe they cruelly their forces waste,
Vntill two princes came vnto the place,
Two princes that with loue each one imbraste,
Ioyned in strongest league and mightie grace,
That in a louing heart could ere be plaste,
No enuie could their plighted loued face:
But like two doues that in the woods doe fly,
Starue out themselues when as his mate doth dy.
Vntill two princes came vnto the place,
Two princes that with loue each one imbraste,
Ioyned in strongest league and mightie grace,
That in a louing heart could ere be plaste,
No enuie could their plighted loued face:
But like two doues that in the woods doe fly,
Starue out themselues when as his mate doth dy.
They pitying to see that spitefull hate,
Should thus distract the soules of tortur'd wights,
VVent streight to part them from that sharpe debate:
But they now swelling with vnbounded sprights,
No whit the more their furie did abate,
But exercising still their hatefull sprights,
Vpon each other wreake their mightie wrath,
And in each others gore their swords imbath.
Should thus distract the soules of tortur'd wights,
VVent streight to part them from that sharpe debate:
But they now swelling with vnbounded sprights,
No whit the more their furie did abate,
But exercising still their hatefull sprights,
Vpon each other wreake their mightie wrath,
And in each others gore their swords imbath.
Like mightie buls that in a femall flock,
Striue who should be the droues promoted head,
VVith horny engines do their frontiers knock,
That from their browes a purple streame downe bled,
VVhile drumming still with mightie blowes they stroke,
And with their fellowes hurt their ire they fed,
VVhen ramping fiercely on each others skull,
Downe to the earth their carkasses they pull.
Striue who should be the droues promoted head,
VVith horny engines do their frontiers knock,
That from their browes a purple streame downe bled,
VVhile drumming still with mightie blowes they stroke,
And with their fellowes hurt their ire they fed,
VVhen ramping fiercely on each others skull,
Downe to the earth their carkasses they pull.
But now at length they haue disseuered
These fighting brethren, and their swords vp lay,
And euery prince with him one brother led,
And parted thence vnto a diuers way:
VVhen home this burden soone they caried,
VVhose teeth yet gnash that this their bloodie fray
VVas not full tried, and with venome swell
Gainst those that parted them, though doing well.
These fighting brethren, and their swords vp lay,
And euery prince with him one brother led,
And parted thence vnto a diuers way:
VVhen home this burden soone they caried,
VVhose teeth yet gnash that this their bloodie fray
VVas not full tried, and with venome swell
Gainst those that parted them, though doing well.
And still doe egge these sworne friends to fight,
Stirring so long to strife their burning mindes,
That though no cause they had of their despight,
Yet enuie still some secret reason findes:
And they send challenges to try by might
Their strife, no longer league their friendship bindes:
But like two beares that from a keeper scape,
Doe waste the fields with massacre and rape.
Stirring so long to strife their burning mindes,
That though no cause they had of their despight,
Yet enuie still some secret reason findes:
And they send challenges to try by might
Their strife, no longer league their friendship bindes:
But like two beares that from a keeper scape,
Doe waste the fields with massacre and rape.
VVhere we will leaue to desolation,
Those whom fell discord doth so much increase:
And to Pirino will againe be gone,
VVho marched forward still in great pretence,
That Ladies seruice he would nere haue done:
But he his formers sinne shall recompence,
And ere I leaue him (so I loue your kinde)
His heart and hands another way shall finde.
Those whom fell discord doth so much increase:
And to Pirino will againe be gone,
VVho marched forward still in great pretence,
That Ladies seruice he would nere haue done:
But he his formers sinne shall recompence,
And ere I leaue him (so I loue your kinde)
His heart and hands another way shall finde.
After the shameles Erofels defeate,
VVhen with the pilgrime Knight he ioynde his way,
They for aduentures strangest paths doe beate,
Searching out works of valour euery day,
VVhose haughtie mindes thinke nothing is so great,
But with their puissance they'le ouerway:
About whose boldest hearts encircled was,
Strong mightie oke and thrice enfolded brasse.
VVhen with the pilgrime Knight he ioynde his way,
They for aduentures strangest paths doe beate,
Searching out works of valour euery day,
VVhose haughtie mindes thinke nothing is so great,
But with their puissance they'le ouerway:
About whose boldest hearts encircled was,
Strong mightie oke and thrice enfolded brasse.
Not long they forreind, till on plaine they spide
A wofull sight as euer eye beheld,
A Ladie that on ground all wounded lide,
Fayrer then her the Sunne hath viewed seld,
And more mishap did neuer dame betide:
For she to ground with ruthles blow was feld,
Like to the sweetest rose in haruest time,
Is mowen downe in youths most lustie prime.
A wofull sight as euer eye beheld,
A Ladie that on ground all wounded lide,
Fayrer then her the Sunne hath viewed seld,
And more mishap did neuer dame betide:
For she to ground with ruthles blow was feld,
Like to the sweetest rose in haruest time,
Is mowen downe in youths most lustie prime.
They rested not vntill they to her came,
Vpon whose eyes death seemeth to arrest:
And turning vp their Alabaster frame,
Made death in loue with them that lou'd death best:
But now those Knights did ransome fayre the dame,
Barring her soule from such a heauie rest,
And vp did binde the life dissoluing wound,
VVho wept in blood, that it on her was found.
Vpon whose eyes death seemeth to arrest:
And turning vp their Alabaster frame,
Made death in loue with them that lou'd death best:
But now those Knights did ransome fayre the dame,
Barring her soule from such a heauie rest,
And vp did binde the life dissoluing wound,
VVho wept in blood, that it on her was found.
But now Pirino quite his oth forgate,
And moued much with pitie, more with loue,
Downe from his horse as light as winde he gate,
And from the ground her quickly doth remoue,
Cursing the sword, the hand, and cursed fate,
That on this Lady crueltie did proue:
O who can tell what vertue hidden lyes,
VVithin the charming of a Ladies eyes.
And moued much with pitie, more with loue,
Downe from his horse as light as winde he gate,
And from the ground her quickly doth remoue,
Cursing the sword, the hand, and cursed fate,
That on this Lady crueltie did proue:
O who can tell what vertue hidden lyes,
VVithin the charming of a Ladies eyes.
Now doth he wish that he the sword had beene,
For to haue kist that Ladies downy brest:
Or he were Balsamum to powre betweene
The lips of that broad wound: where sweetest rest
In beauties haruest yet lookes euer greene,
And would from stony hearts haue teares exprest,
To see so fayre a Ladie foully vsde,
And that same beautie which such wrong abusde.
For to haue kist that Ladies downy brest:
Or he were Balsamum to powre betweene
The lips of that broad wound: where sweetest rest
In beauties haruest yet lookes euer greene,
And would from stony hearts haue teares exprest,
To see so fayre a Ladie foully vsde,
And that same beautie which such wrong abusde.
Forth doe they goe to finde some resting place,
VVhere they her deepe intrenched wound may dresse,
VVhile still Pirino musing on her face,
Studieth the astronomie of happinesse,
VVhose starres doe leade vnto the port of grace,
VVhere is inuested perfect blessednesse:
The starres of her sweet eyes where beautie plaines,
That wrongfull prison her in bonds detaines.
VVhere they her deepe intrenched wound may dresse,
VVhile still Pirino musing on her face,
Studieth the astronomie of happinesse,
VVhose starres doe leade vnto the port of grace,
VVhere is inuested perfect blessednesse:
The starres of her sweet eyes where beautie plaines,
That wrongfull prison her in bonds detaines.
Forth doe they cary her their purposde way,
VVhile still she lieth dumbe, no word doth flowe:
From out the Oracle where Beautie lay,
Silence in darknes all within doth goe,
To keepe her whom sharpe paine holds for a pray,
Subdued to pinching griefe and griefly woe:
That filthie dragon keepes the garden gate,
VVhere heauenly Roses flourished of late.
VVhile still she lieth dumbe, no word doth flowe:
From out the Oracle where Beautie lay,
Silence in darknes all within doth goe,
To keepe her whom sharpe paine holds for a pray,
Subdued to pinching griefe and griefly woe:
That filthie dragon keepes the garden gate,
VVhere heauenly Roses flourished of late.
Now haue they spied a castell from a farre,
VVhether with all their speede they forward make,
Meaning to make that heauen of this starre,
That makes all heau'n where her bright beames doe flake,
But ere vnto the fort they arriued are,
A new aduenture doth them ouertake:
Foure Knights doe meete them with their drawen swords,
VVhose edges on their armes act Tragick wordes.
VVhether with all their speede they forward make,
Meaning to make that heauen of this starre,
That makes all heau'n where her bright beames doe flake,
But ere vnto the fort they arriued are,
A new aduenture doth them ouertake:
Foure Knights doe meete them with their drawen swords,
VVhose edges on their armes act Tragick wordes.
Now on a banke the Lady downe they set,
And to the battell doe themselues addresse,
VVhere with outragious blowes each other beat,
And on their foemen doe Reuenge impresse:
At last one brustling in a furious hear,
Ran through his mate, whom he his foe did gesse:
The other quiting him, they downeward fell,
Their bodies to the earth, their soules to hell.
And to the battell doe themselues addresse,
VVhere with outragious blowes each other beat,
And on their foemen doe Reuenge impresse:
At last one brustling in a furious hear,
Ran through his mate, whom he his foe did gesse:
The other quiting him, they downeward fell,
Their bodies to the earth, their soules to hell.
VVhere we will leaue the other to their fight,
And of this Ladies wofull storie tell:
And what misfortune brought her to this plight,
How to this gulfe of miserie she fell:
But thinke the whiles that to the pilgrim Knight,
Pirino still his fight continues well:
And pray that he the victorie may win
Here in this fray which they a fresh begin.
And of this Ladies wofull storie tell:
And what misfortune brought her to this plight,
How to this gulfe of miserie she fell:
But thinke the whiles that to the pilgrim Knight,
Pirino still his fight continues well:
And pray that he the victorie may win
Here in this fray which they a fresh begin.
This Lady hath long time both liu'd and lou'd,
With a good Knight whose yeares were tender yong,
Nor euer from his bosome she remou'd,
But like the Iuy still embracing long,
Who with like care his carefull loue approu'd,
And in the consort of her musicke song:
Clasping her with the twine of compast armes,
While with his kisses he her fancy charmes.
With a good Knight whose yeares were tender yong,
Nor euer from his bosome she remou'd,
But like the Iuy still embracing long,
Who with like care his carefull loue approu'd,
And in the consort of her musicke song:
Clasping her with the twine of compast armes,
While with his kisses he her fancy charmes.
Chast and most strong his loue did still remaine,
And in her brest his flowring yeares he spent,
No time nor strife his spotles loue could staine,
But still was pleased when she was content,
And would begin to mourne when she did plaine,
Grieuing on woe, ioying on meriment:
One breath betwixt their kissing lips doth passe,
One onely soule in two faite bodies was.
And in her brest his flowring yeares he spent,
No time nor strife his spotles loue could staine,
But still was pleased when she was content,
And would begin to mourne when she did plaine,
Grieuing on woe, ioying on meriment:
One breath betwixt their kissing lips doth passe,
One onely soule in two faite bodies was.
The sight of them could Enuies force abate,
And make her Isie hardnes to relent,
Such loue their interchanged thoughts begate,
As still to mutuall ioye their hearts were bent,
Within their breasts Loue in his kingdome sate,
Minding to fill them with deepe rauishment:
My thoughts scarce view, my words their loue disgrace,
That for such heauenly things are farre too base.
And make her Isie hardnes to relent,
Such loue their interchanged thoughts begate,
As still to mutuall ioye their hearts were bent,
Within their breasts Loue in his kingdome sate,
Minding to fill them with deepe rauishment:
My thoughts scarce view, my words their loue disgrace,
That for such heauenly things are farre too base.
Thus each delighted with the others sight,
Would needes a solacing in progresse ride,
Sometimes for fainting heate they would alight,
And gentle rest fast by a riuers side,
There cooled with the shade, while they delight
Their pleased eyes, when in the streames they spide
The siluer riuer to reflect againe
Each others looke, and make their loues seeme twaine.
Would needes a solacing in progresse ride,
Sometimes for fainting heate they would alight,
And gentle rest fast by a riuers side,
There cooled with the shade, while they delight
Their pleased eyes, when in the streames they spide
The siluer riuer to reflect againe
Each others looke, and make their loues seeme twaine.
Sometimes downe in a groue they would discend,
And print the grasse with beauties brightest seale,
And with the bowes a round faire garlonds bend:
Mingling in posies which their loue reueale,
While to their eares the birds loue-carrolls sent,
And still among the doue with groning peale,
Doth seeme to sound a farewell to his loue,
Which fowlers hand did cruelly remoue.
And print the grasse with beauties brightest seale,
And with the bowes a round faire garlonds bend:
Mingling in posies which their loue reueale,
While to their eares the birds loue-carrolls sent,
And still among the doue with groning peale,
Doth seeme to sound a farewell to his loue,
Which fowlers hand did cruelly remoue.
Thus doe they spend the summer of their daies,
Studying how each might worke them most delight,
Vntill they came to these vnluckie waies,
Where let blacke darkenes stand and pitchy night,
And fearefull Earthquake vp huge mountaines raise,
Renting the place that wrought these loues despight:
Let still fierce winter choke the dying spring,
And none but night-crowes groning scriches sing.
Studying how each might worke them most delight,
Vntill they came to these vnluckie waies,
Where let blacke darkenes stand and pitchy night,
And fearefull Earthquake vp huge mountaines raise,
Renting the place that wrought these loues despight:
Let still fierce winter choke the dying spring,
And none but night-crowes groning scriches sing.
For hither when they came, a Knight they met,
That without challenge or a cause of hate,
Vpon her Knight downe blowes full spitefull let,
And with his sword infring'd the pretious gate
Which keepes the entrance to his senses seate,
Freeing his soule with this vntimely fate:
Downe on the luckles earth his bones doe fall,
While Saints his soule in heauen doe install.
That without challenge or a cause of hate,
Vpon her Knight downe blowes full spitefull let,
And with his sword infring'd the pretious gate
Which keepes the entrance to his senses seate,
Freeing his soule with this vntimely fate:
Downe on the luckles earth his bones doe fall,
While Saints his soule in heauen doe install.
Which when his Lady saw twixt rage and wo,
His sword she takes from out his loued hand;
And to her ruthles enemie doth goe,
Offring with force that tirant to withstand,
But to her strong heart, weake armes answere no,
Telling they cannot such a waight command:
This while that cursed man with cruell blade,
Into her tender brest a deepe wound made.
His sword she takes from out his loued hand;
And to her ruthles enemie doth goe,
Offring with force that tirant to withstand,
But to her strong heart, weake armes answere no,
Telling they cannot such a waight command:
This while that cursed man with cruell blade,
Into her tender brest a deepe wound made.
O heart so stony as the rocky mount,
On which fayre Rhodope doth buried lye,
VVhich doth th' Hircanian Tigars far surmount
In blood and tirranizing crueltye:
That of sweete beautie mak'st so small account,
And couldst with that accursed flaming eye,
Beholde a Lady thus most louely fayre,
Driuen to mightie woe and deepe dispayre.
On which fayre Rhodope doth buried lye,
VVhich doth th' Hircanian Tigars far surmount
In blood and tirranizing crueltye:
That of sweete beautie mak'st so small account,
And couldst with that accursed flaming eye,
Beholde a Lady thus most louely fayre,
Driuen to mightie woe and deepe dispayre.
But O: he heares me not, for he is fled,
And with him caryed her louing Knight,
VVhile she twixt woe and griefe is almost dead,
The fayrest and the farre most grieued wight
That euer heauenly beautie coloured,
In whom terrestriall shone diuinest light:
Her wound doth pearce vnto her gored heart,
Yet then that wound she feeles more wounding smart.
And with him caryed her louing Knight,
VVhile she twixt woe and griefe is almost dead,
The fayrest and the farre most grieued wight
That euer heauenly beautie coloured,
In whom terrestriall shone diuinest light:
Her wound doth pearce vnto her gored heart,
Yet then that wound she feeles more wounding smart.
This cruell Knight was one that still did liue
By rapine, and did rob each passenger:
VVho, as he once with valiant Knight did striue,
Lost his left hand, when he did deepely sweare,
That all the Knights he could to worser driue,
Should so be martird, thus he vp doth reare
VVithin his fort a heape of ioynted hands,
That like a wall now raysed lofty stands.
By rapine, and did rob each passenger:
VVho, as he once with valiant Knight did striue,
Lost his left hand, when he did deepely sweare,
That all the Knights he could to worser driue,
Should so be martird, thus he vp doth reare
VVithin his fort a heape of ioynted hands,
That like a wall now raysed lofty stands.
And this is he that with Pirino fought,
Thinking such victory of him to win:
But so the prouidence of heauen wrought,
That to repent his deedes he doth begin,
For now to conquest he is shamefull brought,
And he that hath so proudly cruell been,
Lyes at the mercie of the victors hands,
VVho leade him prisoner in vnknowen bands.
Thinking such victory of him to win:
But so the prouidence of heauen wrought,
That to repent his deedes he doth begin,
For now to conquest he is shamefull brought,
And he that hath so proudly cruell been,
Lyes at the mercie of the victors hands,
VVho leade him prisoner in vnknowen bands.
After this battell to the fort they go,
VVhile still Pirino solaceth the Dame,
Hoping to drye the Ocean of her wo,
But now too late all comforts sun-shine came,
Griefe more resisted still the more doth grow,
And ioy too slow goes euer halting-lame:
The cloudes which darke the glory of her light,
Presage there still shall be blacke sorrowes night.
VVhile still Pirino solaceth the Dame,
Hoping to drye the Ocean of her wo,
But now too late all comforts sun-shine came,
Griefe more resisted still the more doth grow,
And ioy too slow goes euer halting-lame:
The cloudes which darke the glory of her light,
Presage there still shall be blacke sorrowes night.
Now to their lodging are they come at last,
VVhich was the castle where this tirant dwelt:
VVhen straight his bloody triumphes forth they cast,
And now Pirino hath so carefull delt
That she is cured, but her sorrow past,
Can ne're be past which she so deepely felt:
VVhile in a tombe she layes her loued Knight,
VVhose view might banish thence all ioyes delight.
VVhich was the castle where this tirant dwelt:
VVhen straight his bloody triumphes forth they cast,
And now Pirino hath so carefull delt
That she is cured, but her sorrow past,
Can ne're be past which she so deepely felt:
VVhile in a tombe she layes her loued Knight,
VVhose view might banish thence all ioyes delight.
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