The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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Brisoldan's
Cause, how joyned with those Men
We thus impart: That proud Gondace when
The Duke to Wifely Honour pleas'd t'advance,
He swell'd with Haughty'st Mood strange Arrogance;
Gam'd, Drunk and Whor'd; for costly Garb by none,
(Rich, gallant Choice) nor courtly way outgon;
Best Lords Comrade; Years Twenty one did bear.
Chief Town did haunt; at Dice ingaged there
On Tavern-board with Son of Prime Grandee,
Lov'd by the King (Coyn plenteous store and free)
Good while He could nor Fortune charge, condemn;
Till great Stakes lost, bad words, then Rage extream,
This surly Youth stab'd that young Lord to th' Heart.
Then grasping his own Bag, large Golden part,
Bright Sword, unsheath'd, broke down with's Man, no more
(Th' House savouring) to th' Court, where backward-Door
Took each their Horse (kept ready-sadled there)
So gallop'd through; till such bad Chance (whatere)
Lam'd both their Beasts. At length to Ford they came,
But monstrous Show'rs had swell'd last night the same.
Known Bridg far off: Both paus'd did Gazing stand,
When Armed Troop beheld on their right hand
Marching that Way, upon their left Another:
Large Wood beneath appear'd, which us'd to smother
Those mention'd Thieves. If back to th' Field they pass'd,
Or sculking Wood, those Troops might seize at last.
We thus impart: That proud Gondace when
The Duke to Wifely Honour pleas'd t'advance,
He swell'd with Haughty'st Mood strange Arrogance;
Gam'd, Drunk and Whor'd; for costly Garb by none,
(Rich, gallant Choice) nor courtly way outgon;
Best Lords Comrade; Years Twenty one did bear.
Chief Town did haunt; at Dice ingaged there
On Tavern-board with Son of Prime Grandee,
Lov'd by the King (Coyn plenteous store and free)
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Till great Stakes lost, bad words, then Rage extream,
This surly Youth stab'd that young Lord to th' Heart.
Then grasping his own Bag, large Golden part,
Bright Sword, unsheath'd, broke down with's Man, no more
(Th' House savouring) to th' Court, where backward-Door
Took each their Horse (kept ready-sadled there)
So gallop'd through; till such bad Chance (whatere)
Lam'd both their Beasts. At length to Ford they came,
But monstrous Show'rs had swell'd last night the same.
Known Bridg far off: Both paus'd did Gazing stand,
When Armed Troop beheld on their right hand
Marching that Way, upon their left Another:
Large Wood beneath appear'd, which us'd to smother
Those mention'd Thieves. If back to th' Field they pass'd,
Or sculking Wood, those Troops might seize at last.
| The Grecian Story | |