Lydgate's Fall of Princes Edited by Dr. Henry Bergen ... presented to The Early English Text Society by The Carnegie Institution of Washington |
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An exclamacion of þe deth of Alcibiades.
O fatal sustren, which span the lyues threede
So short a terme; whi dide ye determyne
To suffre hym brenne among the coles rede?
Ye wer to hasti to breken and ontwyne
His web of knihtehod, that thoruh the world dide shyne,
And caste of noblesse his bemys out most cleer;
Alas, that euere he fill in your daungeer!
So short a terme; whi dide ye determyne
To suffre hym brenne among the coles rede?
Ye wer to hasti to breken and ontwyne
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And caste of noblesse his bemys out most cleer;
Alas, that euere he fill in your daungeer!
O, out on Stix, and out on Attropos,
That han of malis slayn so good a kniht!
Out on you thre, that keepe your-silff so cloos,
Douhtres Icallid of the dirke niht!
And thou, Letum, that queyntest eek the liht
Of Alcibiades, merour & lanterne,
To speke in knihthod how men sholde gouerne,
That han of malis slayn so good a kniht!
Out on you thre, that keepe your-silff so cloos,
Douhtres Icallid of the dirke niht!
And thou, Letum, that queyntest eek the liht
Of Alcibiades, merour & lanterne,
To speke in knihthod how men sholde gouerne,
Ye slen the worthi, & wrechchis ye doon spare!
Torcites lyueth, Ector is slayn in deede,
Your funeral smokis makþ rewmys now so bare,
To race vp cedris, ther braunchis may nat spreede,
Ye palle the laurer, ye make the firses seede.
Ful litil thank in kyngdamys ye disserue,
Kaitiffs to fostre, and do the worthi sterue!
Torcites lyueth, Ector is slayn in deede,
Your funeral smokis makþ rewmys now so bare,
To race vp cedris, ther braunchis may nat spreede,
Ye palle the laurer, ye make the firses seede.
Ful litil thank in kyngdamys ye disserue,
Kaitiffs to fostre, and do the worthi sterue!
Alcibiades is passed into fate,
Liht of knihthod lith clipsed in the shade;
The Parchas sustren to soone sette his date,
Of hih noblesse to make the laurer fade.
Lacedemonoys of his deth wer glade,
Funeral fyr his bodi hath deffied,
For hih prowesse his soule stellefied.
Liht of knihthod lith clipsed in the shade;
The Parchas sustren to soone sette his date,
Of hih noblesse to make the laurer fade.
Lacedemonoys of his deth wer glade,
Funeral fyr his bodi hath deffied,
For hih prowesse his soule stellefied.
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