 | Argalvs and Parthenia |  |
With that; Parthenia', whose liuelihood was founded
Vpon his life, bow'd downe her head and swounded;
But griefe, that (like a Lyon) loues to play
Before it kils, gaue death a longer day;
Else had Parthenia dy'd, since death depriued
Him of his life, in whose deare life she liued.
But ah! Parthenia's sorrow was too deepe,
Too too vnruly, to be lull'd asleepe
By ought but Death: She startles from her swound;
And nimbly rising from the loathed ground,
Kneeles downe; and layes her trembling hand vpon
His lukewarme lips, but finding his breath gone,
Griefe playes the Tyrant; fierce distraction driues her
She knowes not where; vnbounded rage depriues her
Of sense and language; here and there she goes,
Not knowing what to doe; nor what she does;
Somtimes her faire misguided hand would teare
Her beautious face; sometimes, her bountious haire,
As if their vse could stand her in no stead,
Since her beloued Argalus was dead.
Vpon his life, bow'd downe her head and swounded;
But griefe, that (like a Lyon) loues to play
Before it kils, gaue death a longer day;
Else had Parthenia dy'd, since death depriued
Him of his life, in whose deare life she liued.
But ah! Parthenia's sorrow was too deepe,
Too too vnruly, to be lull'd asleepe
By ought but Death: She startles from her swound;
And nimbly rising from the loathed ground,
Kneeles downe; and layes her trembling hand vpon
His lukewarme lips, but finding his breath gone,
Griefe playes the Tyrant; fierce distraction driues her
She knowes not where; vnbounded rage depriues her
Of sense and language; here and there she goes,
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Somtimes her faire misguided hand would teare
Her beautious face; sometimes, her bountious haire,
As if their vse could stand her in no stead,
Since her beloued Argalus was dead.
| Argalvs and Parthenia | |