The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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Villain thy self (Brisoldan
said) art thou
That Woman's Spouse; fierce voice joyn srowning Brow.
Orsamnes joyn'd, I am. Brisoldan strait,
Then know, above all Womankind I hate
That Harlot first, who Prostrate there lyes Dead;
And next her Thee: Orsamnes answered:
I now conclude, Brisoldan th' art, most base,
Scorn'd, Loathe'd Name; my Sword upon thy Face
Shall print that Style and heart. With sternest Pride
Brisoldan, Th' Hand I'll first chop off, reply'd;
Thy Throat shall sheath this ravenous Sword therein.
Orsamnes joyn'd, Thou talk't Mad-like unseen
Death's Fate so near; let should the Strise enlarge,
If so thou Dare, let's Both our Shields discharge,
Lay'd on the Earth. Agree'd, Brisoldan cries:
Thrown down they were. Both prov'd of equal Size,
Same Proper height, breadth, strength, well match'd for Age,
Years Twenty one; did fairly so ingage.
That Woman's Spouse; fierce voice joyn srowning Brow.
Orsamnes joyn'd, I am. Brisoldan strait,
Then know, above all Womankind I hate
That Harlot first, who Prostrate there lyes Dead;
And next her Thee: Orsamnes answered:
I now conclude, Brisoldan th' art, most base,
Scorn'd, Loathe'd Name; my Sword upon thy Face
Shall print that Style and heart. With sternest Pride
Brisoldan, Th' Hand I'll first chop off, reply'd;
Thy Throat shall sheath this ravenous Sword therein.
Orsamnes joyn'd, Thou talk't Mad-like unseen
Death's Fate so near; let should the Strise enlarge,
If so thou Dare, let's Both our Shields discharge,
Lay'd on the Earth. Agree'd, Brisoldan cries:
Thrown down they were. Both prov'd of equal Size,
Same Proper height, breadth, strength, well match'd for Age,
Years Twenty one; did fairly so ingage.
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