Albions England A Continued Historie of the same Kingdome, from the Originals of the first Inhabitants thereof: With most the chiefe Alterations and Accidents theare hapning, vnto, and in the happie Raigne of our now most gracious Soueraigne, Queene Elizabeth: Not barren in varietie of inuentiue and historicall Intermixtures: First penned and published by William Warner: and now reuised, and newly inlarged by the same Author: Whereunto is also newly added an Epitome of the whole Historie of England |
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CHAP. XXXVI.
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My Mistresse is a Paragon, the fayrest Fayre aliue:
Atrides and AEacides for faire lesse faire did striue:
Her colour fresh as damaske Rose, her breath as Violet,
Her bodie white as Iuorie, as smooth as polisht Iet,
As soft as Downe, & were she downe, Ioue might come downe & kisse
A Loue, so fresh, so sweet, so white, so smooth, so soft as this.
The Clecnæan Lions spoyles for her I would redresse:
I would the Lernan Hydras heads with sword and fire suppresse.
My force the Erymantheon Bore should brauely ouer-match:
The swift-foote golden-horned Stag I, running, would ore-catch:
My bow the Birds of Stymphalus from wastfull prayes should chace:
Of her proud Baldricke would I spoyle the Amazon at Thrace:
Augeæs washed Stables should my seauenth Labour end:
I with the Bull of Calidon, victorious, would contend:
On horse-deuoured Diomede like honour should be wonne:
The Spanish Robber Geron should by me to death be done:
In spight of Spight in Hespera I golden fruit would pull:
Three-headed Cerberus in chaynes should make the Iury full:
Beast, Snake, Bore, Stag, Birds, Bealt, Plankes, Bull, Theefe, Fruit, Dog, Diomead,
Chokt, seat'd, paunch'd, cought, pearst, priz'd, washt, thrown, slaine, puld, chaned, hors-sead,
Were labours lesse than I would act, might I of her be spead.
Dull mal-contented Saturne rulde the houre when I was borne:
Had Iupiter then starr'd I had not liued now forlorne:
Or Mars had steel'd my milky heart with manlier moodes than thees:
Or Mercurie had apted me to plead for Louers fees:
Or Sol infused sense to search what better me behou'd:
Or Venus made me louely, so for loue to be belou'd:
Or Luna (opposite to Loue) had bettered the best:
Ah, could seauen Planets and twelue Signes constell one such vnrest?
Then lou'd that Sier of Gods when he had vow'd his childrens death:
That Sonne of his made wanton scapes with Lasses on the earth:
Dirus, aske Vulcan and his Arte if thou didst loue or noe:
And Hermes that he Herse lou'd will not disclaime I troe:
Nor weart thou Phœbus chaste, although thou wor'st a willow withe:
Thou, Citherea, hadst a leash of Loues besides the Smith:
Endimion gaynst Diana could vouch farther than the eye:
Thus lou'd ye all, ye churlish Starres, yeat let ye Louers dye.
This said he, and for this he said, I for the ruth of this
Did vow, that whoso once were mine I would be onely his.
Atrides and AEacides for faire lesse faire did striue:
Her colour fresh as damaske Rose, her breath as Violet,
Her bodie white as Iuorie, as smooth as polisht Iet,
As soft as Downe, & were she downe, Ioue might come downe & kisse
A Loue, so fresh, so sweet, so white, so smooth, so soft as this.
The Clecnæan Lions spoyles for her I would redresse:
I would the Lernan Hydras heads with sword and fire suppresse.
My force the Erymantheon Bore should brauely ouer-match:
The swift-foote golden-horned Stag I, running, would ore-catch:
My bow the Birds of Stymphalus from wastfull prayes should chace:
Of her proud Baldricke would I spoyle the Amazon at Thrace:
Augeæs washed Stables should my seauenth Labour end:
I with the Bull of Calidon, victorious, would contend:
On horse-deuoured Diomede like honour should be wonne:
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In spight of Spight in Hespera I golden fruit would pull:
Three-headed Cerberus in chaynes should make the Iury full:
Beast, Snake, Bore, Stag, Birds, Bealt, Plankes, Bull, Theefe, Fruit, Dog, Diomead,
Chokt, seat'd, paunch'd, cought, pearst, priz'd, washt, thrown, slaine, puld, chaned, hors-sead,
Were labours lesse than I would act, might I of her be spead.
Dull mal-contented Saturne rulde the houre when I was borne:
Had Iupiter then starr'd I had not liued now forlorne:
Or Mars had steel'd my milky heart with manlier moodes than thees:
Or Mercurie had apted me to plead for Louers fees:
Or Sol infused sense to search what better me behou'd:
Or Venus made me louely, so for loue to be belou'd:
Or Luna (opposite to Loue) had bettered the best:
Ah, could seauen Planets and twelue Signes constell one such vnrest?
Then lou'd that Sier of Gods when he had vow'd his childrens death:
That Sonne of his made wanton scapes with Lasses on the earth:
Dirus, aske Vulcan and his Arte if thou didst loue or noe:
And Hermes that he Herse lou'd will not disclaime I troe:
Nor weart thou Phœbus chaste, although thou wor'st a willow withe:
Thou, Citherea, hadst a leash of Loues besides the Smith:
Endimion gaynst Diana could vouch farther than the eye:
Thus lou'd ye all, ye churlish Starres, yeat let ye Louers dye.
This said he, and for this he said, I for the ruth of this
Did vow, that whoso once were mine I would be onely his.
Why? these his words did sauor wit, not one distraught (quoth he:)
Nay heare the rest of his vnrest, it followeth thus (quoth she.)
Oft would he kisse a senceles Tree and say, sweet Mistresse mine,
I was, I am, and will be still the same and euer thine:
Beleeue me, or if so you doubt, Anatomize my braine,
And ore my Senses see your selfe the Soufrentesse to raigne:
Beleeue me, or if so you doubt, rip out my heart, and see
Your selfe in it, in it you are, and euermore will bee:
Beleeue me, or if so you doubt, commannd I forthwith dye,
And see your selfe the onely heauen whereto my soule doth flye:
If such I seeme and be not such, let nought betide me well:
If such I seeme and be not such, I wish no heauen but hell:
If such I seeme and be not such, your Fauours let me mis.
With that he blest himselfe and sayd, ah, what a wish was this?
Then steps he to some other Tree, and, as vnto a frend,
Bewayles himselfe, with long discourse of loue, to little end:
And (as it were a mysterie) thus many a time would tell
Of one Erickmon, as might seeme, with him acquainted well.
Who would (quoth he) haue thought that he had doted on a Lasse?
Who rather would haue thought the Girle so gilefull as she was?
Once brau'd he it and often found with silken Wenches grace,
Yeat (and I wonder) faults he not, though hauing time and place:
He neuer hild but gracious thoughts of women, yeat, I winne,
The fayrest She he euer saw might quit his thoughts of sinne.
When of the Court and Citie both he could sufficient say,
From eithers busie Vanities he getteth him away:
Amongst the woods his happiest dayes by-come or to be past
He found, had not Gynettas face intrapped him at last.
Nor Court nor Citie had she seene, yeat eithers prayse she had:
So much more worth by howe much lesse she was vn-nicely clad.
At sixteene yeares such was she as at Twentie, and at both
Well worth the louing, for her loore, her face, and comely groth.
Thence, waxing amorous, he checkt his eyes that checkt him so,
Which checks as oft were countercheckt by Loue his mightier Foe.
He loath'd to liue that liu'd to loue, and lou'd to losse, for why?
He scorn'd that wontlesse passion, or an amorous Foole to dye.
Full often therefore would he balke her sight that pleas'd him most,
And, if perceau'd to be in loue, false freedome would he bost.
But all for nought, not absence or sweete exercise of wit,
Or ought besides might put aside Loues ouer-mastring fit.
Thus pyned ere he pleadeth loue (yeat pleasing her so well,
As none had fitter time and place his hearts vnrest to tell)
At length he flatly sayes he loues: when (words to sweet for trew)
Her answere was she liked him, and so attonement grew.
Then vncontroulled kisses and imbracings (often mixt
With lesse then loue too grosse, though more than should be such betwixt
Were currant: And if euer man did fish before the net,
If euer man might credit her did hy her credit set,
If euer man for heartie loue deserued honest meede,
Erickmon might beleeue himselfe to be belou'd indeede.
More arguments of earnest loue gaue neuer Mayde than she,
Lesse cause to falsifie that loue gaue neuer Man than he.
Howbeit, on aduantage play'd Gynetta all this while,
And by externall smoothnes did obscure internall guile.
Thus whilst he hopt he hild her least, so altereth the cace
With such as she, Ah such it is to build on such a face.
This sayd he, and for this he sayd, I for the ruth of this
Did vowe that who so once were mine I would be onely his.
Nay heare the rest of his vnrest, it followeth thus (quoth she.)
Oft would he kisse a senceles Tree and say, sweet Mistresse mine,
I was, I am, and will be still the same and euer thine:
Beleeue me, or if so you doubt, Anatomize my braine,
And ore my Senses see your selfe the Soufrentesse to raigne:
Beleeue me, or if so you doubt, rip out my heart, and see
Your selfe in it, in it you are, and euermore will bee:
Beleeue me, or if so you doubt, commannd I forthwith dye,
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If such I seeme and be not such, let nought betide me well:
If such I seeme and be not such, I wish no heauen but hell:
If such I seeme and be not such, your Fauours let me mis.
With that he blest himselfe and sayd, ah, what a wish was this?
Then steps he to some other Tree, and, as vnto a frend,
Bewayles himselfe, with long discourse of loue, to little end:
And (as it were a mysterie) thus many a time would tell
Of one Erickmon, as might seeme, with him acquainted well.
Who would (quoth he) haue thought that he had doted on a Lasse?
Who rather would haue thought the Girle so gilefull as she was?
Once brau'd he it and often found with silken Wenches grace,
Yeat (and I wonder) faults he not, though hauing time and place:
He neuer hild but gracious thoughts of women, yeat, I winne,
The fayrest She he euer saw might quit his thoughts of sinne.
When of the Court and Citie both he could sufficient say,
From eithers busie Vanities he getteth him away:
Amongst the woods his happiest dayes by-come or to be past
He found, had not Gynettas face intrapped him at last.
Nor Court nor Citie had she seene, yeat eithers prayse she had:
So much more worth by howe much lesse she was vn-nicely clad.
At sixteene yeares such was she as at Twentie, and at both
Well worth the louing, for her loore, her face, and comely groth.
Thence, waxing amorous, he checkt his eyes that checkt him so,
Which checks as oft were countercheckt by Loue his mightier Foe.
He loath'd to liue that liu'd to loue, and lou'd to losse, for why?
He scorn'd that wontlesse passion, or an amorous Foole to dye.
Full often therefore would he balke her sight that pleas'd him most,
And, if perceau'd to be in loue, false freedome would he bost.
But all for nought, not absence or sweete exercise of wit,
Or ought besides might put aside Loues ouer-mastring fit.
Thus pyned ere he pleadeth loue (yeat pleasing her so well,
As none had fitter time and place his hearts vnrest to tell)
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Her answere was she liked him, and so attonement grew.
Then vncontroulled kisses and imbracings (often mixt
With lesse then loue too grosse, though more than should be such betwixt
Were currant: And if euer man did fish before the net,
If euer man might credit her did hy her credit set,
If euer man for heartie loue deserued honest meede,
Erickmon might beleeue himselfe to be belou'd indeede.
More arguments of earnest loue gaue neuer Mayde than she,
Lesse cause to falsifie that loue gaue neuer Man than he.
Howbeit, on aduantage play'd Gynetta all this while,
And by externall smoothnes did obscure internall guile.
Thus whilst he hopt he hild her least, so altereth the cace
With such as she, Ah such it is to build on such a face.
This sayd he, and for this he sayd, I for the ruth of this
Did vowe that who so once were mine I would be onely his.
Why? this concern'd not him, nor shewd a mā distraught, (quoth he.)
Nay heare the rest of his vnrest, it followeth thus (quoth shee.)
Then (sheading teares) he to the Tree so spoken to would say,
Was not Gynetta false that did Erickmon so betray?
But hath my Mistresse cause to change? what cause, thinke you, should moue
I fram'd me hers, she fayn'd her mine, my loue is euer loue.
May ye faire face proue one foule botch, those shining eies proue bleard
That sweete breath stench, like proofe to all that faire or sweete appeard
In her that wrongs her true loue: let her loathed euer lust,
Begge may she, and, vnpittied, pine, rot, perish on the dust,
And, dead, be damned, that vnto her true-loue is vniust.
Yee men say all Amen, or if amend your selues ye must,
Curse not (this Mad-man sayd) but sweare that women be vntrew,
Their loue is but a Mummerie, or as an Aprils dew,
Got with a toy, gon with a toy, gifts, flattrie, gawdes, or wine
Will make her checke & flie to game lesse faire, perhaps, than thine,
More amorous than men, and men conuay their loue lesse fine.
If such they are (as such they are) and will be whilst they be,
Why am I then so true of loue? because not borne a she.
How shall I do? my Heart is lost, and I am left in woe:
Met any man a poore tame Heart? the Heart, good Folke, Iowe:
Strucken, maimed, all of gore, and drouping doth it goe.
A Lasse once fauour'd, or at least did seeme to fauour it,
And fosterd vp my frollicke Heart with many a pleasing bit:
She lodg'd him neere her Bower, whence he loued not to gad,
But waxed cranke, for why? no Heart asweeter Layer had.
But whether that some other Deere estranged her, or not,
Or that of course her game is Change, my Heart lackt brouse I wot.
Despysd, displeasde, and quite disgrac'd, my Heart euen to this day
Dislodged, wandring, woe-begon, I wot not wheare doth stray.
But see, ah see, I see how Loue casts off Desire his Hound,
A fell fleet Dogge, that hunts my Heart by parsee each-wheare found.
Sweet Cynthea rate the eger Curre, and so thy foe preuent,
For, loe, a farre my chased Heart imboste and almost spent.
Thankes, gentle Goddesse, now the Lad pursues a bootles chace:
My Heart recouers Couert wheare the Hound cannot hold pace.
Now tappas closely, silly Heart, vnrowse not and so liue:
The Huntsmans-selfe is blinde, the Hound at Losse doth ouer-giue.
But lift, alas Loues Beagles be vncoupeld, Beautie praites,
And driues my Heart from out the thicks, and at Receit awaites
Vaine-hope, and either now falls in, and now my Heart must dye,
Now haue they him at Bay, and now, in vayne, he fights to flye.
Auaunt Desire, ha Curre, auaunt, the Bore so rase thy hyde:
Vnto the fall of my poore Heart see see how Loue doth ryde:
Hearke how he blowes his death: ah see, he now the Say doth take
Of my poore Heart, that neuer more for Loue shall pastime make.
Thus liu'd he till he left his life, and for the ruth of this
I vow'd, that who so once were mine I would be only his.
Nay heare the rest of his vnrest, it followeth thus (quoth shee.)
Then (sheading teares) he to the Tree so spoken to would say,
Was not Gynetta false that did Erickmon so betray?
But hath my Mistresse cause to change? what cause, thinke you, should moue
I fram'd me hers, she fayn'd her mine, my loue is euer loue.
May ye faire face proue one foule botch, those shining eies proue bleard
That sweete breath stench, like proofe to all that faire or sweete appeard
In her that wrongs her true loue: let her loathed euer lust,
Begge may she, and, vnpittied, pine, rot, perish on the dust,
And, dead, be damned, that vnto her true-loue is vniust.
Yee men say all Amen, or if amend your selues ye must,
Curse not (this Mad-man sayd) but sweare that women be vntrew,
Their loue is but a Mummerie, or as an Aprils dew,
Got with a toy, gon with a toy, gifts, flattrie, gawdes, or wine
Will make her checke & flie to game lesse faire, perhaps, than thine,
More amorous than men, and men conuay their loue lesse fine.
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Why am I then so true of loue? because not borne a she.
How shall I do? my Heart is lost, and I am left in woe:
Met any man a poore tame Heart? the Heart, good Folke, Iowe:
Strucken, maimed, all of gore, and drouping doth it goe.
A Lasse once fauour'd, or at least did seeme to fauour it,
And fosterd vp my frollicke Heart with many a pleasing bit:
She lodg'd him neere her Bower, whence he loued not to gad,
But waxed cranke, for why? no Heart asweeter Layer had.
But whether that some other Deere estranged her, or not,
Or that of course her game is Change, my Heart lackt brouse I wot.
Despysd, displeasde, and quite disgrac'd, my Heart euen to this day
Dislodged, wandring, woe-begon, I wot not wheare doth stray.
But see, ah see, I see how Loue casts off Desire his Hound,
A fell fleet Dogge, that hunts my Heart by parsee each-wheare found.
Sweet Cynthea rate the eger Curre, and so thy foe preuent,
For, loe, a farre my chased Heart imboste and almost spent.
Thankes, gentle Goddesse, now the Lad pursues a bootles chace:
My Heart recouers Couert wheare the Hound cannot hold pace.
Now tappas closely, silly Heart, vnrowse not and so liue:
The Huntsmans-selfe is blinde, the Hound at Losse doth ouer-giue.
But lift, alas Loues Beagles be vncoupeld, Beautie praites,
And driues my Heart from out the thicks, and at Receit awaites
Vaine-hope, and either now falls in, and now my Heart must dye,
Now haue they him at Bay, and now, in vayne, he fights to flye.
Auaunt Desire, ha Curre, auaunt, the Bore so rase thy hyde:
Vnto the fall of my poore Heart see see how Loue doth ryde:
Hearke how he blowes his death: ah see, he now the Say doth take
Of my poore Heart, that neuer more for Loue shall pastime make.
Thus liu'd he till he left his life, and for the ruth of this
I vow'd, that who so once were mine I would be only his.
Yeat (sayd her Sutor) the escapt vnpunisht, as may seeme.
Not so, quoth she, a Conscience prickt is deeply plagu'd I deeme.
Then Scotland warr'd on England, and in that same warre did end
The Knight that had coryued, so the Ladie lost each frend.
Oft saw I her in teares, and oft I heard her to complayne
For faith erst lost, for losse now found, deuiding sighes in twayne.
There be that say (if truely sayd) vn-bodied Soules haue walk't,
And of the Ghosts of these two Knights the like abroad was talkt.
Her eares had this and shee the heart that dared not her eyes,
For thether whence the brute did grow she (feareles faultie) hies.
Her Followers stood aloofe when she, alone approching, sayd:
Beloued both, what boods his fight? (they seem'd as if they frayd)
Ah, pardon me (sweet First-belou'd) my guile I graunt was great,
So is my griefe: My latter Loue, refraine, let me intreate.
But whilst she spoke of deadly wounds they both did seeme to fall,
And after vanisht, leauing her perplext in feare not small.
Who thenceforth fared as the Knight that died for her distraught,
Stil haunted of the Ghosts, & haunts ye place where they had faught,
Vntill of her despayring life her selfe the Period wraught.
Thus liu'd she still she left her life, and for the ruth of this
I vow'd, that who so once were mine I would be onely his.
Not so, quoth she, a Conscience prickt is deeply plagu'd I deeme.
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The Knight that had coryued, so the Ladie lost each frend.
Oft saw I her in teares, and oft I heard her to complayne
For faith erst lost, for losse now found, deuiding sighes in twayne.
There be that say (if truely sayd) vn-bodied Soules haue walk't,
And of the Ghosts of these two Knights the like abroad was talkt.
Her eares had this and shee the heart that dared not her eyes,
For thether whence the brute did grow she (feareles faultie) hies.
Her Followers stood aloofe when she, alone approching, sayd:
Beloued both, what boods his fight? (they seem'd as if they frayd)
Ah, pardon me (sweet First-belou'd) my guile I graunt was great,
So is my griefe: My latter Loue, refraine, let me intreate.
But whilst she spoke of deadly wounds they both did seeme to fall,
And after vanisht, leauing her perplext in feare not small.
Who thenceforth fared as the Knight that died for her distraught,
Stil haunted of the Ghosts, & haunts ye place where they had faught,
Vntill of her despayring life her selfe the Period wraught.
Thus liu'd she still she left her life, and for the ruth of this
I vow'd, that who so once were mine I would be onely his.
Tush, this was but a Phantasie, quoth he, of subtill Feends,
Deluding her simplicitie in figure of her frends:
I heare not that they said or did aught taching her vntruth.
But foolish was her feare, the like I censure of your ruth.
And shall I tell what they did tell, and say what they did doe?
I will, for so, perhaps, you will surcease (quoth she) to wowe.
The Ghost resembling him to whom she had disloyall bin
Sayd: I, and This, and thou be thus and shalbe doom'd for sin:
For dotage in my loue, for his deceitfull lust, we twaine
Of fresh-sore wounds do hourely faint, hurt, heale, heale, hurt againe:
Nor can I vtter halfe we see, and feare, and suffer still
Of endles Torments: onely thou art Auctresse of such ill.
Who loue, belou'd, beleeue no life but wheare their loue doth liue,
To fault is then their murdrous fact that first defect doth giue:
He had not faulted or I falne hadst thou hild faith to mee:
Ah little feele we in regard of Plagues prepar'd for thee.
Thus said he, and, for thus he said, I for the ruth of this,
Did vow that who so once were mine I would be onely his.
Deluding her simplicitie in figure of her frends:
I heare not that they said or did aught taching her vntruth.
But foolish was her feare, the like I censure of your ruth.
And shall I tell what they did tell, and say what they did doe?
I will, for so, perhaps, you will surcease (quoth she) to wowe.
The Ghost resembling him to whom she had disloyall bin
Sayd: I, and This, and thou be thus and shalbe doom'd for sin:
For dotage in my loue, for his deceitfull lust, we twaine
Of fresh-sore wounds do hourely faint, hurt, heale, heale, hurt againe:
Nor can I vtter halfe we see, and feare, and suffer still
Of endles Torments: onely thou art Auctresse of such ill.
Who loue, belou'd, beleeue no life but wheare their loue doth liue,
To fault is then their murdrous fact that first defect doth giue:
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Ah little feele we in regard of Plagues prepar'd for thee.
Thus said he, and, for thus he said, I for the ruth of this,
Did vow that who so once were mine I would be onely his.
Well, Madame (quoth the Gentleman) be this so, or a shift,
I see to frustrate my demaund is honestly your drift:
Then so, or not so, or what so you shall inferre of this
It matters not, Perkin is yours, and be you onely his.
For, sooth to say, weare all said false, it were indeed a hell
To haue a Loues-Coryuall, and as none could brooke it well,
So none should aske, and none should yeeld to alter loue begone
Therefore, sweete Lady, I conclude such ill is well vndone.
Mine amorous sute hath here an end: and would you might preuaile
With Perken too, that proudly striues to beare too high a saile.
So may you, if perhaps you haue for him so apt a taile
As this you told to me for me, although as hardly trew
As this which I shall tell, that doth include a morall view
Of matter woorth the note for him, the rather tould by you:
Then heare it, for our leisure and the order of my Q.
I see to frustrate my demaund is honestly your drift:
Then so, or not so, or what so you shall inferre of this
It matters not, Perkin is yours, and be you onely his.
For, sooth to say, weare all said false, it were indeed a hell
To haue a Loues-Coryuall, and as none could brooke it well,
So none should aske, and none should yeeld to alter loue begone
Therefore, sweete Lady, I conclude such ill is well vndone.
Mine amorous sute hath here an end: and would you might preuaile
With Perken too, that proudly striues to beare too high a saile.
So may you, if perhaps you haue for him so apt a taile
As this you told to me for me, although as hardly trew
As this which I shall tell, that doth include a morall view
Of matter woorth the note for him, the rather tould by you:
Then heare it, for our leisure and the order of my Q.
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CHAP. XXXVI.
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