Thvle Or Vertues Historie. To the Honorable and vertuous Mistris Amy Avdely. By F. R. [i.e. Francis Rous] |
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Cant. 1.
The tyrant Aimaran oppres'th the iust,
Whose miseries reuenge doth soone acquite,
That basely layes his honour in the dust:
And curtains vp his names obscured light,
While Bdellaes walls downe to the earth are borne,
Whose haughty tops did kisse the skie beforne.
Whose miseries reuenge doth soone acquite,
That basely layes his honour in the dust:
And curtains vp his names obscured light,
While Bdellaes walls downe to the earth are borne,
Whose haughty tops did kisse the skie beforne.
Of bloody gusts, and those vermilion swordes,
VVhich dide themselues in Brothers broken hearts,
How swimming blood in streets made flowing fords,
And ruthfull turmoyles rose in diuers parts
I meane to sing: That fury which affords
Sighs to the sad, and pearc'th with Ebon darts:
Come with thy snaky head engorde in blood,
VVhich while these things were done spectator stoode:
VVhich dide themselues in Brothers broken hearts,
How swimming blood in streets made flowing fords,
And ruthfull turmoyles rose in diuers parts
I meane to sing: That fury which affords
Sighs to the sad, and pearc'th with Ebon darts:
Come with thy snaky head engorde in blood,
VVhich while these things were done spectator stoode:
Lift vp blacke Nemesis thy glowing eyes,
VVith Orcus vapours ouerspread the light,
Let not the Sunne from out his couch arise:
But let me write in darke these deedes of night,
Only that burning torch shall here suffise,
VVhose waxe is thickned blood around bedight:
About the sinew of a conquerd foe,
This gloomy light about my eyes shall gloe.
VVith Orcus vapours ouerspread the light,
Let not the Sunne from out his couch arise:
But let me write in darke these deedes of night,
Only that burning torch shall here suffise,
VVhose waxe is thickned blood around bedight:
About the sinew of a conquerd foe,
This gloomy light about my eyes shall gloe.
And roare thou from thy earth appaling iaw,
Put me in minde of dread and desolations,
Let vncouth sights keepe downe my thoughts in aw:
As burning blood in fiery exhalations,
And Rauens which a dying carkasse draw,
VVhile deadly screeches helpe to paint their passions,
VVhile Harpyes, Owles, and Night-crowes all around,
Fluttring about me breath a gastly sound.
Put me in minde of dread and desolations,
Let vncouth sights keepe downe my thoughts in aw:
As burning blood in fiery exhalations,
And Rauens which a dying carkasse draw,
VVhile deadly screeches helpe to paint their passions,
VVhile Harpyes, Owles, and Night-crowes all around,
Fluttring about me breath a gastly sound.
And thou death-boding Muse whose Tragick quill
Painteth each ruthfull stratagem aright,
My pen with that same dreery water fill,
Whose dropping letters readers doe afright,
Whither from Stixes streames it doth distill,
Or Mare Rubrums floods oreuaylde with night:
That this my Cronicle of woe and death,
May seeme a dying soules last powred breath.
Painteth each ruthfull stratagem aright,
My pen with that same dreery water fill,
Whose dropping letters readers doe afright,
Whither from Stixes streames it doth distill,
Or Mare Rubrums floods oreuaylde with night:
That this my Cronicle of woe and death,
May seeme a dying soules last powred breath.
And thou Sedition still thy selfe present,
That euery member right I may display,
And whisper words of woe and dreerement,
Sad notes of ruine and of black decay,
Helpe hatreds praise, and enuies to inuent,
And farre expell the thought of loue away,
While cruell discord thundring in mine eares,
Deepe drownes my heart in high-astounding feares.
That euery member right I may display,
And whisper words of woe and dreerement,
Sad notes of ruine and of black decay,
Helpe hatreds praise, and enuies to inuent,
And farre expell the thought of loue away,
While cruell discord thundring in mine eares,
Deepe drownes my heart in high-astounding feares.
Towards the North a goodly Citie lyes,
Whose stately bowers wrought by Dædale hand:
Lay forth their curious riches to the eyes,
And make the passers to admire the land,
Arts chiefest beautie hence doth fayre arise,
And once both fayre and happie was this strand.
But now the renting earthquakes of debate,
Shake Atlas pillars which vpholde the state.
Whose stately bowers wrought by Dædale hand:
Lay forth their curious riches to the eyes,
And make the passers to admire the land,
Arts chiefest beautie hence doth fayre arise,
And once both fayre and happie was this strand.
But now the renting earthquakes of debate,
Shake Atlas pillars which vpholde the state.
This City Bdella calde, and he that raines,
Is Aimaran, the cruelst wight aliue,
His soule doth leape to view his subiects paynes:
And when his Taxers doe great heapes contriue,
Of subiects riches, and extorted gaines,
Then doth his soule into his port ariue,
Like rauens that on carkasses doe feede,
And glut their corps full glad while others bleede.
Is Aimaran, the cruelst wight aliue,
His soule doth leape to view his subiects paynes:
And when his Taxers doe great heapes contriue,
Of subiects riches, and extorted gaines,
Then doth his soule into his port ariue,
Like rauens that on carkasses doe feede,
And glut their corps full glad while others bleede.
But furious hate had with his egging sting,
Commou'd them to the feeling of their woe,
And straight the Commons fall a counsailing,
How they their heauy yoke might from them throw,
And in some bounds this bloody deluge bring,
Least it should shortly make an ouer-flow,
And driue this Waspe from out their hony-nest,
Before his tyrannie consume the rest.
Commou'd them to the feeling of their woe,
And straight the Commons fall a counsailing,
How they their heauy yoke might from them throw,
And in some bounds this bloody deluge bring,
Least it should shortly make an ouer-flow,
And driue this Waspe from out their hony-nest,
Before his tyrannie consume the rest.
These murmuring conuents came to Midas eares,
(For what from Kings and Potentates are hid?)
But dismall horror in his heart appeares,
An hundred gardians he about doth bid,
And parasites whose troope the State downe teares,
Foule wormes which neuer yet a crowne could rid;
While he at rushing of each moued straw,
Thinks he an host of armed foemen saw.
(For what from Kings and Potentates are hid?)
But dismall horror in his heart appeares,
An hundred gardians he about doth bid,
And parasites whose troope the State downe teares,
Foule wormes which neuer yet a crowne could rid;
While he at rushing of each moued straw,
Thinks he an host of armed foemen saw.
The guilt of conscience doth his thoughts torment,
Feare is immured in his rented skin,
It seemes here doth a ghost it selfe present,
And houering aske where all his kinsfolks bin,
There one who cryes out blood and dreeriment,
And Tisiphon to plague him for his sin;
While horror in his eares deaths knill doth toule,
And deadly trembling graspeth on his soule.
Feare is immured in his rented skin,
It seemes here doth a ghost it selfe present,
And houering aske where all his kinsfolks bin,
There one who cryes out blood and dreeriment,
And Tisiphon to plague him for his sin;
While horror in his eares deaths knill doth toule,
And deadly trembling graspeth on his soule.
It chanc'd this time that Phœbus wending downe,
And breathles driuing to his loued west,
Saw where in Thetis breasts softs-softest downe,
Neptune was taking his vnlawfull rest:
Phœbus thereat was wroth and gan to frowne,
And straight forswore his loues now lothed west,
Vowing with Tellus now should be his seate,
And she should feele the comfort of his heate.
And breathles driuing to his loued west,
Saw where in Thetis breasts softs-softest downe,
Neptune was taking his vnlawfull rest:
Phœbus thereat was wroth and gan to frowne,
And straight forswore his loues now lothed west,
Vowing with Tellus now should be his seate,
And she should feele the comfort of his heate.
Phœbus then timely rose, and did embrace
Fayre Tellus with the vigour of his rayes,
Who straight begun to spring and grow apace;
And hence it came that in these later dayes
We haue ourspring, when Phœbus glorious face
Begins to lengthen his protracted wayes:
And still this time remembring her offence,
He makes on earth his greater residence.
Fayre Tellus with the vigour of his rayes,
Who straight begun to spring and grow apace;
And hence it came that in these later dayes
We haue ourspring, when Phœbus glorious face
Begins to lengthen his protracted wayes:
And still this time remembring her offence,
He makes on earth his greater residence.
These dayes were come, and Phœbus with his shine
Doth make the solac't earth her fruits to bring,
Whose sight refresheth mens foredaunted eyne,
While tuning birds their sweetest carrols sing,
And naked trees their vestures doe refine,
Mou'd with this sight goes foorth a solacing;
The lustie youth, and to his bonibell,
Each doth a lesson of the Summer tell.
Doth make the solac't earth her fruits to bring,
Whose sight refresheth mens foredaunted eyne,
While tuning birds their sweetest carrols sing,
And naked trees their vestures doe refine,
Mou'd with this sight goes foorth a solacing;
The lustie youth, and to his bonibell,
Each doth a lesson of the Summer tell.
Amongst the rest walks foorth a forlorne wight,
Euen like Heraclitus, from whose moyst eyes,
Still-flowing teares notes of a grieued spright,
As welling fountaines fruitfully arise,
His head as scorning heauens most delight,
Looking still downward on his shoulder lyes,
As though his heart and troubled spirits haue,
His ioy intumulated in the graue.
Euen like Heraclitus, from whose moyst eyes,
Still-flowing teares notes of a grieued spright,
As welling fountaines fruitfully arise,
His head as scorning heauens most delight,
Looking still downward on his shoulder lyes,
As though his heart and troubled spirits haue,
His ioy intumulated in the graue.
Sometimes to heau'n he lookes, and then he weepes
For her sweet soule that to her rest is fled;
Vpon the ayre, and then his eyes he steepes
In flowing Oceans which by griefe are bred;
Vpon the earth, then in a trance he sleepes,
And slumbring sinketh downe as carkasse dead:
But then some sence doth him recall againe,
In life to dye and liue in deadly paine.
For her sweet soule that to her rest is fled;
Vpon the ayre, and then his eyes he steepes
In flowing Oceans which by griefe are bred;
Vpon the earth, then in a trance he sleepes,
And slumbring sinketh downe as carkasse dead:
But then some sence doth him recall againe,
In life to dye and liue in deadly paine.
But now a groane doth beate his hearkning eare,
And many tumblings issuing from below,
When straight he cryes, O death thrice-welcome heare,
My yeares are ripe, come, downe them gently mow,
Giue end vnto the woe my heart doth teare,
And sweetest ease vpon my soule bestow:
With that he falls vnto the loued ground,
While ioyes his drowned heart doe deepe astound.
And many tumblings issuing from below,
When straight he cryes, O death thrice-welcome heare,
My yeares are ripe, come, downe them gently mow,
Giue end vnto the woe my heart doth teare,
And sweetest ease vpon my soule bestow:
With that he falls vnto the loued ground,
While ioyes his drowned heart doe deepe astound.
But then the ghost replies, awake deare loue,
No death, thy life and dearest wife I am,
VVhom tyrants hand from thee did once remoue,
Now doe I come for to reuenge the same,
Strike vp thy sences (deare) thy valour proue:
And when to him the Lady neerer came,
She gaue him armour which Achilles wore,
VVhen Hectors side with hideous stroke he tore.
No death, thy life and dearest wife I am,
VVhom tyrants hand from thee did once remoue,
Now doe I come for to reuenge the same,
Strike vp thy sences (deare) thy valour proue:
And when to him the Lady neerer came,
She gaue him armour which Achilles wore,
VVhen Hectors side with hideous stroke he tore.
And sayes, here be the ransomes of my life,
That shall plead vengeance of the tyrants soule:
He at the name of his beloued wife,
Thrice 'ssayd within his armes her to enroule,
But thrice her flying ghost doth end the strife,
And doth his warring sences streight controule:
Farre flyes her soule escaping humane sight,
Like louring Falcon in her ayrie flight.
That shall plead vengeance of the tyrants soule:
He at the name of his beloued wife,
Thrice 'ssayd within his armes her to enroule,
But thrice her flying ghost doth end the strife,
And doth his warring sences streight controule:
Farre flyes her soule escaping humane sight,
Like louring Falcon in her ayrie flight.
This was his loued spouse, whom Aimaran,
Not yeelding to his lust, causde to be slaine,
Dicæa was her name, whom wicked man
In sepulcher too timely doth detaine,
VVhen first her wofull husband hopeles ran
Into despayre, not daring to complaine:
And still lamenting all his dayes outweares,
Vpon her graue greene growing with his teares.
Not yeelding to his lust, causde to be slaine,
Dicæa was her name, whom wicked man
In sepulcher too timely doth detaine,
VVhen first her wofull husband hopeles ran
Into despayre, not daring to complaine:
And still lamenting all his dayes outweares,
Vpon her graue greene growing with his teares.
As one whom rauing Hecuba hath bit,
Whose blood corrupted with her venom'd tung,
Confounds his sences and amaz'th his wit,
And vncouth noyse that in his eare still rung,
Casteth him downe in some outragious fit,
With such a fury was this mourner stung:
Despayre still howleth in his flagging eare,
Haunting his heart like ouer-hungry beare.
Whose blood corrupted with her venom'd tung,
Confounds his sences and amaz'th his wit,
And vncouth noyse that in his eare still rung,
Casteth him downe in some outragious fit,
With such a fury was this mourner stung:
Despayre still howleth in his flagging eare,
Haunting his heart like ouer-hungry beare.
But now hath hope that sweet phisition,
Lifted the spirits which were farre deprest,
Infusing in a cordiall potion,
Solacing drops which worke eternall rest,
And driuing thence this mourning passion,
Inthroniz'th thoughts of Ire within his brest:
Whose sulphure kindled with a mounting fire,
Blow vengeance in his hearts contorted gire.
Lifted the spirits which were farre deprest,
Infusing in a cordiall potion,
Solacing drops which worke eternall rest,
And driuing thence this mourning passion,
Inthroniz'th thoughts of Ire within his brest:
Whose sulphure kindled with a mounting fire,
Blow vengeance in his hearts contorted gire.
Foorth doth he march to the seditious campe,
Who only did expect some worthy head,
That might conduct them as their lights bright lampe,
Amidst warres darknes which are menaced:
Who when they saw him, like a clowdy dampe
That doth the vayled fields all ouer-spred:
So doe their troopes concurre from euery part,
As veniall blood vnto the liuely hart.
Who only did expect some worthy head,
That might conduct them as their lights bright lampe,
Amidst warres darknes which are menaced:
Who when they saw him, like a clowdy dampe
That doth the vayled fields all ouer-spred:
So doe their troopes concurre from euery part,
As veniall blood vnto the liuely hart.
They haue a greed of placing euery wing,
Themistos is the Generall of the field:
They pitch their tents with ioy and reuelling,
And warlike bowers now apace they build,
And now black night her rusty coach doth bring,
Furthering with silence all euents they wild:
All things for battell readie are prepar'd,
The townsmen sleepe as they that nothing car'd.
Themistos is the Generall of the field:
They pitch their tents with ioy and reuelling,
And warlike bowers now apace they build,
And now black night her rusty coach doth bring,
Furthering with silence all euents they wild:
All things for battell readie are prepar'd,
The townsmen sleepe as they that nothing car'd.
The morne no sooner op'd her ruddy gate,
But straight a peale of Trumpetters doe sound,
To stirre their hearts with thoughts of hie debate,
Whose hate against their king might deepe rebound,
As Mandrakes cry a passer doth amate,
Striking his soule with irrecured wound:
So doth this noyse affright great Bdellaes peeres,
To heare such musicke rattle in their eares.
But straight a peale of Trumpetters doe sound,
To stirre their hearts with thoughts of hie debate,
Whose hate against their king might deepe rebound,
As Mandrakes cry a passer doth amate,
Striking his soule with irrecured wound:
So doth this noyse affright great Bdellaes peeres,
To heare such musicke rattle in their eares.
Hark Aimaran how death with gastly cry,
Doth sound the knill of thy deserued fate:
Heare how the trumpet of thy destinie,
Looseth the bands of blood ennurtur'd hate,
That tingles in thine eares and bids thee die:
Yet stops deaths doores and shuts that loued gate,
Bellona howling from her bellowing caue,
Bids thee torment thy selfe and curse and raue.
Doth sound the knill of thy deserued fate:
Heare how the trumpet of thy destinie,
Looseth the bands of blood ennurtur'd hate,
That tingles in thine eares and bids thee die:
Yet stops deaths doores and shuts that loued gate,
Bellona howling from her bellowing caue,
Bids thee torment thy selfe and curse and raue.
Where shall thy haunted soule finde place of rest,
The heau'ns are darkned with the bloody smoke
Of harmles Saints, whose liues thy hands opprest,
Hell vapours ready are thy soule to choke:
In earth the shrikes of ghosts thy thoughts molest,
And furies which the doores of bondage broke,
Come vp to banquet on thy powred blood,
And make their damned selues this damned food.
The heau'ns are darkned with the bloody smoke
Of harmles Saints, whose liues thy hands opprest,
Hell vapours ready are thy soule to choke:
In earth the shrikes of ghosts thy thoughts molest,
And furies which the doores of bondage broke,
Come vp to banquet on thy powred blood,
And make their damned selues this damned food.
As Athamas whom furic doth enflame,
Teares poore Learchus with his bloodie hands,
And madly runs whom no restraint can tame,
But furious wanders through vnknowne lands:
So doth this tyrant burne in quenchles flames,
Breaking with violence all natures bands,
Like one that drunke the Æthiopian lake,
Into whose soule thousands of furies brake.
Teares poore Learchus with his bloodie hands,
And madly runs whom no restraint can tame,
But furious wanders through vnknowne lands:
So doth this tyrant burne in quenchles flames,
Breaking with violence all natures bands,
Like one that drunke the Æthiopian lake,
Into whose soule thousands of furies brake.
But now in counsell house they doe all fit,
To try if policie can better fight,
And make their battels with the armes of wit:
But troubled sences cannot iudge aright,
And they rapt in the trance of sudden fit,
VVith staring gazes each their mates affright,
That now they are but like a flock of owles,
VVondring to see themselues such shapeles fowles.
To try if policie can better fight,
And make their battels with the armes of wit:
But troubled sences cannot iudge aright,
And they rapt in the trance of sudden fit,
VVith staring gazes each their mates affright,
That now they are but like a flock of owles,
VVondring to see themselues such shapeles fowles.
At last a Nestor bolder doth arise,
And tels no time it was thus staring sit,
But send some Legate to the enemies,
To tell if their requests with reason fit,
They should be granted all in ample wise:
Another as reprouing former wit,
Thinks it is best with fierce and open warre,
To driue these rebels thence remoued farre.
And tels no time it was thus staring sit,
But send some Legate to the enemies,
To tell if their requests with reason fit,
They should be granted all in ample wise:
Another as reprouing former wit,
Thinks it is best with fierce and open warre,
To driue these rebels thence remoued farre.
But now stands vp Vlysses: certes (quoth he)
All that you say is but consumed winde:
But rather let our Kings great maiestie,
Himselfe with solemne oth in letters binde,
That whatsoeuer rebels armed be,
If they returne they shall great fauour finde,
And haue rewarded them incontinent,
VVhat wrong soeuer causde their discontent.
All that you say is but consumed winde:
But rather let our Kings great maiestie,
Himselfe with solemne oth in letters binde,
That whatsoeuer rebels armed be,
If they returne they shall great fauour finde,
And haue rewarded them incontinent,
VVhat wrong soeuer causde their discontent.
But when they come well shall we then prouide,
To quite their curtesie with cutting fare,
The sword of vengeance shall the cause decide,
Each rebell that tumultuous armour bare,
Shall his rebellion with great smart abide:
And for the peoples voyce let no man care,
The Lion roring in his princely den,
Shall with his noyse astonish lesser men.
To quite their curtesie with cutting fare,
The sword of vengeance shall the cause decide,
Each rebell that tumultuous armour bare,
Shall his rebellion with great smart abide:
And for the peoples voyce let no man care,
The Lion roring in his princely den,
Shall with his noyse astonish lesser men.
Foule serpent-head within whose poys'ned braine,
A thousand diuels keepe a cabinet,
VVhich mightie Ioue hath damn'd to during paine,
VVhen for this deed thou shalt for anguish fret,
Thy cankerd soule who shall no rest obtaine,
But feed thy wombe with woe and deepe regret,
Millions of furies yawning with their iawes,
Shall combe thy carkasse with their renting clawes.
A thousand diuels keepe a cabinet,
VVhich mightie Ioue hath damn'd to during paine,
VVhen for this deed thou shalt for anguish fret,
Thy cankerd soule who shall no rest obtaine,
But feed thy wombe with woe and deepe regret,
Millions of furies yawning with their iawes,
Shall combe thy carkasse with their renting clawes.
Horror within thy soule shall thee affright,
VVhich mak'st of nought the truth despising good,
Damnation doth awayt: But O dread sight!
Loe many I doe see in raging mood,
VVhich bid me silent be, and in despight
Bid me leaue preaching, or the'ile haue my blood:
VVell I recant this couns'ler was not bad,
But worst, and what degree Ill greater had.
VVhich mak'st of nought the truth despising good,
Damnation doth awayt: But O dread sight!
Loe many I doe see in raging mood,
VVhich bid me silent be, and in despight
Bid me leaue preaching, or the'ile haue my blood:
VVell I recant this couns'ler was not bad,
But worst, and what degree Ill greater had.
Now while this mate was telling on his text,
In breakes Themistos with a mightie host,
The gates are broken and the towne perplext,
It hapt this counsell which they counted most,
Hath lost his end, come come deuise the next,
Or worse then this, and then thy haunted ghost
VVith the next furie that to Orcus went,
May for a token to great Dis be sent.
In breakes Themistos with a mightie host,
The gates are broken and the towne perplext,
It hapt this counsell which they counted most,
Hath lost his end, come come deuise the next,
Or worse then this, and then thy haunted ghost
VVith the next furie that to Orcus went,
May for a token to great Dis be sent.
But tis too late, looke where the winters frost
Fals, that shall kill thy boughs with pinching cold:
Looke Aimaran, see thy heapes which now are lost,
Those heapes which thou from subiects didst withhold,
See how thy souldiers dying ban thy ghost,
And ding it downe to hell a thousand fold:
Goe curse and dye, accompany their soules,
Carrouse with Pluto black Cocitus boles.
Fals, that shall kill thy boughs with pinching cold:
Looke Aimaran, see thy heapes which now are lost,
Those heapes which thou from subiects didst withhold,
See how thy souldiers dying ban thy ghost,
And ding it downe to hell a thousand fold:
Goe curse and dye, accompany their soules,
Carrouse with Pluto black Cocitus boles.
Behind thee doth a hagge awayt thy end.
To carrie hence that blood-defiled masse:
At hell doe all the ghosts in rancks attend,
For to salute thee when thou foorth doest passe:
Yonder thy deaths-man stands, whose hand shall send
Thy spirit to his well deserued place,
While infants wallowing in their mothers gore,
Shall passe thee downward with a gastly rore.
To carrie hence that blood-defiled masse:
At hell doe all the ghosts in rancks attend,
For to salute thee when thou foorth doest passe:
Yonder thy deaths-man stands, whose hand shall send
Thy spirit to his well deserued place,
While infants wallowing in their mothers gore,
Shall passe thee downward with a gastly rore.
Looke how thy subiects lye all martyred;
There sits a matron dying on her child;
Their mangled carcasses but tortured,
By neuer dying paine from death beguild;
The rebell-sonnes runne where their fathers bled,
And in vnhumane blood their feete defilde;
The heapes of corses like a Pharas ly,
And bloody riuers like the red-sea by.
There sits a matron dying on her child;
Their mangled carcasses but tortured,
By neuer dying paine from death beguild;
The rebell-sonnes runne where their fathers bled,
And in vnhumane blood their feete defilde;
The heapes of corses like a Pharas ly,
And bloody riuers like the red-sea by.
Nothing but skarlet doth inuest the streete,
Which like a iudge doth frowne vpon the sky,
A great Ægæum all along doth fleete,
In which dead heapes of men ore-whelmed ly;
Here a big rock of armour you shall meete,
There a great Ile of men you shall passe by,
While sanguine obiect with his strong reflexe,
Staines heau'ns fayre face with purple scattered strekes.
Which like a iudge doth frowne vpon the sky,
A great Ægæum all along doth fleete,
In which dead heapes of men ore-whelmed ly;
Here a big rock of armour you shall meete,
There a great Ile of men you shall passe by,
While sanguine obiect with his strong reflexe,
Staines heau'ns fayre face with purple scattered strekes.
Howle foule Megæra from thy gulfie throat,
And ring thy knill for Aimaranes ghost;
Charon prouide thy neuer emptie boat,
He meanes anon to trauell yonder coast;
Alecto now put on thy crimson coat,
Least he in bloody fayrenes thee out-boast;
Combe downe thy snaky locks, dresse right thy head,
He louing meanes with thee to take his bed.
And ring thy knill for Aimaranes ghost;
Charon prouide thy neuer emptie boat,
He meanes anon to trauell yonder coast;
Alecto now put on thy crimson coat,
Least he in bloody fayrenes thee out-boast;
Combe downe thy snaky locks, dresse right thy head,
He louing meanes with thee to take his bed.
Like Margiates in West Indyes land,
When Ioues great thunder bellowes in their eares,
Quauering and shaking they afrighted stand,
To heare that heauen a base so hollow beares,
So doth this monster at his foemens band,
Faint feare vp lifts his bloody clotted heares,
For feare (which doth his heart subdued take)
His paralitike members still doe quake.
When Ioues great thunder bellowes in their eares,
Quauering and shaking they afrighted stand,
To heare that heauen a base so hollow beares,
So doth this monster at his foemens band,
Faint feare vp lifts his bloody clotted heares,
For feare (which doth his heart subdued take)
His paralitike members still doe quake.
When comes Themistos and with gliding sword,
No sooner pearceth his disseuerd skin,
But thousand Diuells on his corse doe bord,
And greedie thrust their bloody muzzels in.
After they heaue him to the Stygian ford,
Where for the guilt of deepe inured sin,
With wiery whips he suffers grisly wounds,
And with his rauing, hells vast vault rebounds.
No sooner pearceth his disseuerd skin,
But thousand Diuells on his corse doe bord,
And greedie thrust their bloody muzzels in.
After they heaue him to the Stygian ford,
Where for the guilt of deepe inured sin,
With wiery whips he suffers grisly wounds,
And with his rauing, hells vast vault rebounds.
But where that wicked counsailer was gone,
Each man doth doubt, some say that downe to hell
Aliue he was distraught, and many a one
That by the swords well worthy edge he fell;
But how soeuer let him lye alone,
No man shall grudge the chance that him befell:
The heauen shall melt, the Sunne shall baite in South,
Before he shall escape hells yawning mouth.
Each man doth doubt, some say that downe to hell
Aliue he was distraught, and many a one
That by the swords well worthy edge he fell;
But how soeuer let him lye alone,
No man shall grudge the chance that him befell:
The heauen shall melt, the Sunne shall baite in South,
Before he shall escape hells yawning mouth.
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