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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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Thus having sung, he renders to his deare
The litle Mandore she of late him lent
Intreating if his song dislik't her eare,
To pardon him, for such a bad intent
He swore ne're harbour'd in his loyall brest,
The which to witnesse, Venus he attest.
Sweet servant (quoth she) you doe still preveene
Me by your court'sie, which I much admire,
In right I must, if any wrong had beene,
Remit it freely, for I did require
You for to sing, which since at my request
You did: To yeeld you thankes it is the least.
Now waxt it late, Phœbus was gone to rest,
And Heards their flockes drave to their wonted fold,
The singing birds went chirping to their nest,
The Owle sate skrieking in an Hollyne old
Therefore those lovers now forsooke their place,
And to their tent they walkt a comely pace.
When they had new refresht themselves with food,
And each one minded for to goe to bed,
One came and told the winde was marv'lous good,
And therefore willd them ev'rie thing expede.
So loath to let such good occasion slip,
Each one went presently aboord the ship.


They weigh their ankers, and they hoyse their saile,
And now they lanch forth quickly in the deepe,
A west north-west yeelds them a prosperous gale,
The ship vpon the tops of waves did leape.
But on the morrow by the breake of day,
They saw a saile make towards them right way.
Yet they (sweet folk) their course kept without feare,
Still towards Epire, as they had intended,
Little knew they this was a man of warre,
And though they had, they could not have defended,
He gain'd the wind-ward, emptied all their sheetes,
Then with a brasse-peece rudely he them greetes.
They by no meane were able to resist,
Againe he shootes, yet never speakes a word,
Force must they yeeld, thinke of it as they list,
His ship then theirs was taller by a boord.
In end he offers peace if they will render,
Which they accept, for each their life did tender.
The Pyrat boords them, took what he thought fit,
At last by chance hee lookes, and doth espye
The Paragon of beautie weeping sit,
And kinde Sophona doing so, her by,
Seeing them weepe, he neerer doth resort,
With good intent the Ladies to comfort.
Calanthrop all this while was keeped fast,
For he had kild two when they first did enter,
Downe in the roume the Souldiers had him cast,
Sixe did attend him, for they durst not venter
To leave him, fearing hee himselfe would kill,
Therefore they stayd to know their Captaines will.
But whilst the captaine by the Ladies stood,
Earnestly viewing faire Lucilla's face,
Her beautie wounds him so, that to conclude,
He at his captive 'gins to suite for grace,
Wich she (wise Lady) would not flat refuse,
Lest that he might the prisoners abuse.


Now came a Sergeant, willd the Captaine show
What was his will concerning him they kept,
For he hath kild your best commanders two,
As for the rest, you them to grace accept.
Since (quoth Lucilla) of no bad pretence
That man those kild, but in his owne defence,
In this respect (good Captaine) I intreat
You him to pardon, whatsoe're he be.
The Captaine, since her sute was so discreete,
Sayd to his Sergeant, bring him here to mee.
And Lady (quoth hee) for thy sake hee shall
Not die I sweare, though he had kild them all.
Calanthrop to their Captaine they present,
He pardons him, his love did so abound
Towards Lucilla: likewise gave assent
That all the rest of captives there were found,
Went to their shippe, all such as pleasd to goe,
For, save the Ladies, hee would keepe no moe.
The Captaines shippe was by some blind-rocke brusde,
To land they must, before the breach they mend,
This voyage all the robbers much confusde,
Yet since to land they must, they all intend
Towards Zacyntus Pyrats harbour sure,
Whose wooddie toppes, their toppe-masts will obscure.
There they amended all their shippes defect,
But yet the greatest fault they have not seene,
The fault was this, the ship did not eiect
Those miscreant robbers which shee did conteine.
But theeves as well as marchants saile the flood
Even as the Sunne doth shine on bad and good.
Calanthrop here dismist his Epirots,
And faind as though with robbers hee tooke part,
Yet he a secret time to them denotes,
When they should see him, which reioyc't their heart.
They towards Epire, Pyrates to the sea,
Were quickly gone, glad of their late fupplea.


And now the Captaine 'gins againe to suite
The faire Lucilla, who did still reiect
His kindest offers, then by golden fruite
Hee thinkes to move her, him for to affect.
But since he saw that nothing could allure
Her for to love, or his content procure.
By force hee mindes to give himselfe content,
So he desir'd to speak with her alone.
But now the chaste ring frustrate his intent,
And his assaults the vertue of its stone
When he applyd his strength, did make him quaile,
And still he marveld why his strength should faile.
Now he esteemes Lucilla for a witch
For why no perswasives allure her could,
Nor yet could gifts, which might her much inrich,
Nor could he gaine by force the thing he would.
Therfore by threats he seeks her to perswade,
For this his last repulse had made him mad.
Sometimes hee had remarkt her kindly looke
Towards Calanthrop: this incenc't his ire,
For never Rivall yet could other brooke,
Though onely lust had set their hearts on fire.
Therefore if shee will not his suite allow,
To kill her hee doth execrably vow.
And lest (quoth he) thou thinke I doe dissemble,
I'le first cause kill the knight that's with you here,
(Oh how her heart at this sad tale did tremble)
That by his death (quoth hee) thou death mayst feare,
Thus sent he Sergeants waiting on him there,
To bid the knight for death himselfe prepare.
No, stay (quoth she) for by the heavens I sweare,
If you doe harme him, you shall nere acquyre
My love: therefore it's best in time forbeare
Such curst intent, if ever you aspire
To gaine my favour: therefore doe not grieve
Me so: for I behinde him will not live.


And is it so (quoth he?) Im'e for you then,
Faith all the earth now shall not save his life,
Yea though the world could yeeld no other men
Then now are here, for sure you are his wife.
So whilst he lives, my will I'le nere effect,
But being dead, I may some good expect.
By heavens (quoth she) my husband is hee not,
Yet since you'le kill him, pray you kill me first,
That he (sweet soule) by me may be forgot,
Shortly dispatch, since for our blood you thirst.
No (quoth the Captaine) it is my desire,
His breath that lets my ioy, doe first expire.
But whilst his wretch't intent hee prosecuted,
The gods (belike) would no way have it so,
For by a thundring noyse they him refuted,
And suddaine storme, that each were glad to goe,
Prepare themselves for death as well as hee,
The captaine feardest of the companie.
The storme increast, Boreas (it seem'd) had sworne
To pull vp Neptune from his watry Cell,
The raging seas on wings of windes were borne,
Minding Vulcanus from his reigne t'expell,
The swelling Surges of the seas profound,
Our gallant Captaines courage did confound.
For on those seas he Pyrate did remaine
Twelve yeares before, yet never saw such storme
In all his life, nor never shall againe,
Iust heavens revenge, when men will not reforme.
Many nights past, yet came this worser day,
Which made the Pyrats (not in vse) to pray.
But vrg'd devotion doth not oft prevaile,
So prov'd it here, for still a Northerne winde
Them to the coast of Africa doth haile,
And which was worst, no harbour could they find.
In end Neptunus bore them on his backe,
Vnto the greater Syrtis, where they wracke.


There dy'd the Captaine and his cursed mates,
And Calanthrops kinde Page there also dy'd,
If they had time they would revile the Fates,
Calanthrop got a boord, but now he spy'd
Lucilla by him, fleeting on a wave,
So from his boord he went, her life to save.
A little he could swimme, not very well,
At last he caught her, set her on his boord,
Now though he dy'd, he thought he would not feele
No paine, since that the heavens did him affoord
Such happinesse, as to preserve her breath,
Whose beauteous presence had astonisht death.
Through fort'nate chance they did acquire the land,
Hard by the high and woodie Cephalas,
Which Promontorie doth directly stand
Where Syrtis doth beginne: but or they passe
Any where furder, they Calanthrops Page
Dead doe perceive, for now the storme did swage.
On sands he lay, (oh how his face lookt pale)
Lucilla could not choose, but now shee wept
His master doth his timelesse death bewaile,
Yet when he mindes himselfe had almost slept
In Nereus mansion, hee left off to mourne,
And to Lucilla did againe returne.
Now since hee's dead, they doe themselves apply
To finde Sophona, dead, or els aliue,
And as they seeke amongst the rockes to trye
For her, they see her ready to arrive,
The Fates with happy fortune so her blest,
She came to land vpon her mistresse chest.
They welcom'd her, then altogether went
And with sad hearts inter'd Calanthrops boy,
When they had done, they all with one consent,
Each other toward Cephalas convoy
Where they in silence spent that wearie night,
Longing to see faire Phœbus come in sight.


When day appeard, and that the night was past
They went to finde some village, or some towne,
For, 'gainst their will they kept a two-dayes fast,
The wearie Ladies by the way sate downe
To rest themselves: Calanthrop found a boy
Who said hee would to Tapra them convoy.
Riding hee was, a spare horse in his hand
He held, whereof Calanthrop was most glad,
Yet at the boy hee humbly did demand
For money leave to ride: to which the Lad
Gave good attendance, telling him for pay
He should them horse to Tapra all the way.
Calanthrop gives him coyne, the boy alights,
And told him likewise that hee had some bread,
If they were hungry, to refresh their sprights.
Likewise some wine, if they thereof had need.
The bread and wine Calanthrop from him takes,
Thereof for Ladies (noble banquet) makes.
When they had done, Calanthrop much admir'd
A barbarous boy to them was so discreete,
To know his name therefore hee much desir'd,
The which the boy did willingly recite,
My name (quoth hee) Sir is Philodespot,
Likewise by birth I am an Epirot.
I'me glad (quoth Calanthrop) for so am I,
(At this Lucilla could not chuse but smile)
But (quoth Calanthrop) pray thee tell me why
Thou in Barbaria loves to stay this while?
Sir (quoth the boy) our ship was run a-ground
By this late storme, where my sweet master drownd.
And now since I a master lacke, I goe
To Tapra, for to try if I can finde
Some shippe, going for Greece, that I may so
Transported be, which much will ease my minde.
Please thee (quoth Calanthrop) I'le give thee wage,
If thou wilt stay with me, and be my page.


I am content (quoth he) Sir, if you please,
Yet much I long my native soyle to see,
But yet it will my minde most greatly ease,
To serve or be in honest companie.
So horse those Ladies, I shall be their guide,
Behinde you one, the other me shall ride.
Forwards they iourney'd towards Tapra Citie,
But by the way (misfort'nate accident)
The vilest tyrant, lecherous, lacking pittie,
That breath'd, or mov'd beneath the firmament,
They met withall, Anxifer was his name,
Of Cyrenaica king: yet lacking shame.
This shamelesse tyrant, when that hee perceiv'd
Such matchlesse beautie have so slender guard,
He and his comp'nie beastlily behav'd
Themselves, not caring what came afterward.
For many wounds they to Calanthrop gave,
Thereafter of his Ladies him berave.
Two great misfortunes Calanthrop did prove,
For first the Ladies were bereft him there,
Next, was so wounded, that he scarce could move,
But yet the losse of his Lucilla faire,
More then his wounds did aggravate his griefe
Though his kinde Page did yeeld him great reliefe.
For hee on horse set him, when they were gone,
So, through great labour, they the Citie gain'd.
But oh! to heare what wofull wailing mone
The Ladies made, when as they were constrain'd
To part with Calanthrop, and hee so wound,
That sight the gladdest heart might have confounded.
Calanthrop through his wounds was forc't to stay
In Tapra Citie for a weeke or two,
Then towards Epire he without delay
And his kinde Page, addrest themselves to goe,
Minding a navie shortly for to bring
Towards Corena, and besiege the King.


For in Corena did this king abide,
This Anxifer, who did Calanthrop wrong,
In Cyrenaica hard by the sea side,
Corena stands, a Citie matchlesse strong,
The tyrant to this towne the Ladies brought,
Where many times he villanies had wrought.
Now must we leave Calanthrop in Epire,
Levying his forces with what haste he can,
And speak of those faire Ladies who were here
Kept in Corena by this div'lish man.
This Anxifer, that monster for a King,
Who sought the Ladies to dishonour bring.
For when he was (as pittie were) returnd
Vnto Corena, he made shut each gate,
Toward Lucilla he in lust so burn'd,
That he waxt carelesse of his owne estate,
Save onely that he lov'd to be secure,
Till time he might his vile content procure.
Therefore hee to a chamber quickly went,
Taking Lucilla with him all alone,
Minding for to effectuate his intent,
Which he (I thinke) might easily have done,
Had not the vertue of the Ladies ring
Him disappointed of his curst designe,
But when he saw that strength could not prevaile,
Nor that he could not purchase her owne grant,
Another way he mindes her to assaile,
And that was this: Some Sorcerers did hant
Much in that palace, for those hath he sent,
And bids them make that Lady be content
To bed with him: or else show him a cause
Why hee could not doe what hee did intend,
Or else he sweares that without any pause,
Their wretched soules to Pluto he shall send,
They him request some space them to allow.
To morrow this time (quoth he) else I vow


You all shall hang: thus Anxifer dismist
Those gracelesse Sorc'rers, who in one accord
Their master invocate, and so insist
Continually, till he sent them this word,
Lucilla faire, she keepes Calisto's ring
On her left hand, whose vertue lets your King
Vnto the King the morrow went they all,
And told him that a ring was all his stay,
On her left hand shee keepes it, they it call
Calistos ring, (quoth they) therefore assay
If you can any way that ring acquire,
Then are you sure t'accomplish your desire.
Of this the King was glad, gave them reward,
Charging them that to none they should impart
What they had told him, then without regard
Of honour, went he with a merrie heart
Vnto Lucilla's chamber, whose estate
No heart so hard, but must the same regrate.
She and Sophona bitterly did weepe,
Yet nothing did the tyrants heart relent,
Why doe you thus (quoth he) a mourning keepe?
Faire Ladies doe not so: O be content,
For thou whose beautie gave my heart its wound,
Vpon thy head (quoth he) I'le set my crowne,
Which if thou wilt not willingly receive,
Then shall you both be vylie prostitute
To each base villaine, and each filthy slave,
Then to the death I shal you persecute.
Yet e're you dye the hangman shall abuse
You both, if thou to be my wife refuse.
Sir (quoth Sophona) pray let vs advise
Some little space, which choyce of those to take,
For who so doth a marriage enterprise,
Should well advise before the match they make.
So Sir remove, and doe appease your wrath,
For be you sure, each flesh abhorreth death.


The King went to his Sorcerers, and told
How that by threats he hoped to attaine
The Ladies love: and to them doth vnfold
That for their magick they should still remaine
With him, and honour'd bee as men of worth,
If their advice good successe now brought forth.
But now Sophona to her mistresse sayd,
Madame (quoth she) bewailes doe nought availe
You see with tyrants, and I am afraid
That he with beastly furie vs assaile,
If that hee see his hopes are each way spent,
Therefore it's best you seeme to bee content.
For I am sure before the time bee long,
Calanthrop will see his Lucilla faire,
And then most sure hee will revenge our wrong,
Our losses all hee likewise will repaire,
To wed the tyrant therefore condiscend,
For sure your ring your honour will defend.
Lucilla likewise thought this course the best,
Their present shame and danger to prevent,
By this the tyrant came, and did request
Them now to show him what was their intent,
Lucilla told him, much against her minde,
She would become his wife, if hee were kinde.
Whereto he swore, that hee should so her love,
That after-ages should admire the same,
And each one should his loyaltie approve,
And for the wrong he penitent became,
Which he had done her: then he causd conveene
His barbarous nobles for to see his Queene.
The very morne must be the wedding day,
He longs so much his faire Queene to enioy,
The heat of lust can hardly brooke delay,
His barbarous Lords to morrow him convoy
Vnto a Church, where he his Queen did wed,
Would see him hang'd, e're shee with him would bed.


In divers sports they spent the afternoone,
Ne're was bridegrome more ioyfull or more glad,
Vnto their chamber are they quickly gone,
Never was Bride more sorrowful or sad,
Yet in her ring she specially reposd,
Not knowing that its vertue was disclosd
Vnto the tyrant, by a div'lish art,
Else all the world could not have mov'd her goe
To keepe this tyrant companie apart,
No feare of death could her have frighted so,
As to involve her honour in such danger,
To bee alone with such a barb'rous stranger.
Now being alone, the King his Queene intreates
To come to bed which suite she doth deny.
How so (quoth hee) then summarly recites
He all her promises, and askes her why
Shee doth refuse, since that shee is his wife,
To bed with him, as she should all her life?
Then lifting her left hand, hee faines to kisse
The same, and she no other did expect
But treach'rously hee did her more amisse
At vnawares: for hee without respect
Of teares, or cries, pulld from her fairer hand
The chaste ring, which she no way could gainstand,
So on the bed hee faire Lucilla threw,
Fully resolv'd his pleasure to fulfill,
He findes that once the Sorc'rers have prov'd true,
And yet he must be frustrate of his will.
For why Lucilla did the heavens implore
To save her honour though she dy'd therfore.
The gods (it seem'd) did grant the Ladies suite,
For such a shaking did the King possesse,
That his designe hee could not prosecute,
Iust heavens doe still such villanie represse,
When earthly meanes the vertuous minded faile,
Then sacred Powers by their strength prevaile.


For though Lucilla could no way resist
This tyrant king, heavens pittied her estate,
And so those heavenly powers ever blist,
In time gave aid, whilst shee her griefe relate,
For now the tyrant vile began to bleed,
And soone thereafter on the floore fell dead.
This sight amaz'd Lucilla's tender spright,
So that she cald the guard for to appeare
Then vp they came, for they had watcht all night,
But when they saw the King was dead, such feare
Possest them, that they scarce could well take hold
Of faire Lucilla, who the truth them told.
Yet ever thinking she the king had kild,
Their wrath and furie did so farre abound,
That both the Lords and Citizens have wild
The guard to put in prison most profound
The Lady that this murther did coact,
Vntill such time as she confest the fact.
Her maid beg'd leave to keepe her companie,
And then the guard to Iayle did them commit,
Lucilla fully is resolv'd to dye
What death they please, e're she thus prison'd sit.
But now (sweet Lady) voyd of all comfort,
She to Sophona spake in this same sort,
How now Sophona, had it not been good
That in Calabria we as yet had staid?
Then had our friends not spent for vs their blood,
Nor we thus prison'd, been for death affraid,
Iust are the heavens who though into their ire,
They punish me with flames of sacred fire.
Even me who have my fathers will represt,
Despising counsell (Natures kinde respect)
By which I brought griefe to his aged breast,
Who me (vile wretch) intirely did affect.
Sweet heavens (quoth shee) to dye for my offence
I'm glad, so death my misse can recompence.


But yet, (aye me) Calanthrop my sweete knight.
Could I refuse to goe away with thee?
Since in thy selfe is plac't my whole delight,
Likewise thy ioyes I'me sure are fixt in mee,
Therefore I vow, that death, or greatest paine
I can for thee endure, shall be my gaine.
Sweete Madam (quoth Sophona) well resolv'd,
Though spitefull Fortune at this time vs crosse,
And vs in woe hath guiltlesly involv'd,
Yet if with patience wee can brooke our losse,
We pay her home: for none can more iniure
Fortune, then patiently their crosse indure.
And for your knight, though you great griefe sustaine,
Most sure the like him likewise doth annoy,
For, till hee see Lucilla faire againe,
I'me sure his heart will never peace enioy,
Our griefe's at height, then Madam be content,
For, vehemencies are not permanent.
Whilst thus they spake, the Iaylor did them call,
Told them that presently they must compeare
Before the Iudges in the Iustice hall,
So with him went the Ladies, (void of feare)
Lucilla to the Iudges did dilate
The simple truth of all the present state.
Yet for all that, she was adiudg'd to dye,
And so to Iayle the Ladies did returne,
But oh! iust heavens, have a disposing eye,
Which oft relieve the wofull hearts that mourne,
For, now they sent the Ladies aid from sea,
Who can & shall their wretched state supplea.
The morne, alive midst fire, to yeeld their breath
Were they condemn'd: this was their punishment
The one as accessarie to his death,
The other as the actor eminent,
But yet, Calanthrop lately came ashore,
E're they doe so, I trust will aske wherefore.


For now hee sent Philodespot to towne,
To trye if he could with the Ladies meete,
The Page knew all the countrey vp and downe,
Therefore his maister doth him now intreate,
To try what newes hee heard, or where the strength
Of all the towne lay: so the boy at length
Went and return'd: then to his maister shew
The towne was all in armes, and much agast,
So, of the Ladies he could get no view,
For they into a Dungeon deepe were cast,
The King was dead, and ev'rie one reports
Two Ladies had him kild who were consorts.
At this report inrag'd Calanthrop sweares,
He will besiege the towne: that's not the best
(Quoth divers of his Lords) for it appeares
Since they're in armes, for warre they are addrest,
Therefore let vs some stratagem invent,
Them to ov'r-throw, & frustrate their intent.
Sir (quoth a Captaine old) I pray you heare,
Your Page tells that the execution place
Is distant from the towne a mile right neare,
To morrow when they come, in any case,
Let vs obscure our selves by the sea side
Till they come forth: our forces then divide.
Your forces are some eighteen thousand strong,
Of beaten Souldiers, well expert in warre,
Who vow to dye, or else revenge your wrong,
To morrow then when Citizens appeare,
See you attend the place where as they minde
To kill the Ladies: some shall stay behinde,
And goe betwixt them and their Citie-gates,
By this meane shall we stop them to retire,
Then let them raile on Fortune and the Fates,
And when they cry for mercie, stop your eare
Till time they yeeld their Citie and their lives
To you: likewise their children, goods and wives.


It's well advisde (quoth Calanthrop) therefore
I doe applaud: our shippes are out of sight,
It seemes the gods doe ayd vs more and more,
Blest be those pow'rs who favour still the right,
The morne the Burgers came, who did intend
To kill the Ladies, whom the heavens defend.
Calanthrop and his forces with great rage,
Ov'r-threw the Burgers, who were full of feare,
Still was he guided by his loving Page,
Each in his Armie crying still Epire.
Now fled the Burgers for to seeke refuge,
Vnto their Citie, where they must not ludge.
For why, Calanthrops forces were betwixt
Them and the towne, so forc't them back againe,
No where about could one their eyes have fixt,
But they should see numbers of Burgers slaine,
Heavens (quoth Lucilla) what moves all this sturre?
To kill vs two, you need small force concurre.
At last Sophona gave attentive eare,
For why, she marveld what should move them stay,
Then presently, shee heares men cry Epire,
Madam (quoth she) we will not dye to day.
With that Calanthrop cryes, vntye, vntye
Those Ladies, else by heavens you all shall dye.
The which they did, not daring to gain-stand,
Calanthrop doth Lucilla faire embrace,
And then Sophona: now he gives command
All who had captives, to remove a space,
Yet see that no man did a Burger kill
Till time they knew what was their Princes will.
Anone the captives they to him present,
He graciously to mercie them receav'd,
The captives then their Cities keyes have sent
Vnto Calanthrop, seeing hee behav'd
Himselfe so meekly, sparing all their bloods,
To him they rendred Citie, lands, and goods.


Then to the Citie went hee, where his forces
Receiv'd him and Lucilla ioyfully,
On foot they stood in armes, for now their horse:
Were put a part, yet lookt to carefully,
So Calanthrop and faire Lucilla went
Vnto the Palace with no meane content.
There hee directs his Souldiers all in armes
To keepe their centries carefully each night,
So should they still be ready for alarmes,
But see how soone that ere the day grew light,
Others, instead of those should cent'nel keep,
That those who watcht already, might goe sleepe.
When they had supt, and it was time to rest,
The Ladies to their chamber he convoyd,
Thereafter Morpheus so his eyes possest,
That hee in bed, till day, one sleepe enioyd.
Then hee arose, and willd his Page goe see
If that the Ladies lov'd have companie.
Or if the Ladies sleeping were, or not,
Or if they counted all their sorrowes past,
And if their by-past griefe was all forgot,
For he with them intended break his fast.
The Page went and awake Sophona found,
But sweet Lucilla, yet was sleeping sound.
Sophona to the Page most softly spake,
Asking what rest that night his master got,
Yet through their speech Lucilla did awake,
And seeing that it was Philodespot,
She cald him to her, askt him for his Lord.
Hee told her hee was well, and every word
Even as before his Lord did him direct.
Tell him (quoth she) he banisht hath my sorrow,
And that I doe his presence here expect
Whilst thus she spake, Calanthrop gives good morrow,
To her, and to Sophona, for no way
His page so stayd, hee could endure to stay.


Cousin (quoth she) pray who hath sent for you
To come into my chamber you're too bold.
Madam (quoth he) I cannot helpe that now
If I returne not: then in armes he fold
His sweet Lucilla, who forgave his misse,
And in her bed disdaind not him to kisse.
As thus they sport, a Lord to him was sent,
By all the Princes of the Royall blood,
Intreating humbly he would bee content
To cause interre their king, for it was good,
Since he was dead, that he were had to grave,
And so his last honour of them receave,
The Sepulchre without the Cities wall
Was built most richly all of Marble stone,
Like to an Obeliske: thither went all
The Lords, and Burgers, yet with no great moane,
The corpes they carrie, buriall to enioy,
Calanthrop likewise did the corpes convoy.
But by the way huge feare all those possest,
Who bore the corpes, the Coffin did so shake,
A thundring noyse, midst lightning, then exprest
Heavens wrath, which made the stoutest heart to quake.
So each remov'd, expecting the event,
In end, before their eyes, the Coffin rent.
Out of the which there came a fearfull beast,
Like a Chimera was this monster wrought,
Fram'd like a Lyon, was it's head and breast,
The body thereof like a Goate was thought,
And like a Dragon, was it's filthie taile,
This beast the whole spectators did assaile.
And so ran raging whersoere hee lists
Amongst those frighted people to and froe,
Till that brave val'rous Calanthrop resists
Him, giving him vpon the back a blow,
Which mov'd the beast, finding it selfe to bleed,
Vnto the Lybian forrests run with speed.


The beast thus gone, Calanthrop and the rest,
(Whose hearts in admiration did abound)
Now to interre the corpes they thought it best,
But when they came, no corpes was to be found,
A scroll they found, the which they did vnfold
And found those following verses writ in gold.