 | Argalvs and Parthenia |  |
By this, the Champion royall had put on
His martial weeds; and hasting to be gone,
The poore Parthenia, whose cold sir, past:
(Like those in Agues) now does burne as fast:
She leaues the lonely roome; and comming out,
She finds her Argulus, enclosed about
With glittering walls of steele, apparell'd round
In his bright armes, (whom she had rather found
Lockt vp in her's) and wanting nothing now,
But what her lips could not (poore soule) allow,
Without sea of teares, her last farewell;
She ranne vnto him; and wept; and, weeping fell
Vpon her knees; she claspt him by the arme,
And looking vp, she thus began to charme;
His martial weeds; and hasting to be gone,
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(Like those in Agues) now does burne as fast:
She leaues the lonely roome; and comming out,
She finds her Argulus, enclosed about
With glittering walls of steele, apparell'd round
In his bright armes, (whom she had rather found
Lockt vp in her's) and wanting nothing now,
But what her lips could not (poore soule) allow,
Without sea of teares, her last farewell;
She ranne vnto him; and wept; and, weeping fell
Vpon her knees; she claspt him by the arme,
And looking vp, she thus began to charme;
| Argalvs and Parthenia | |