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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All thus perform'd, that Gallant, leading Pair
Walk'd strait to th' upper end, where in great Chair
ORONTES sat, bow'd, saying, Our Lord and Father.
When startled grown, o'rewhelm'd, confounded rather.
These words conjoyn'd; What art Thou with that Name,
Those Looks employ'd to Torture me? I am,
My Lord (she said) your Daughter. Hah! My Daughter!
(He answer'd strait) such once I had; seiz'd, caught her
By th' trembling hand, lest Air, deluding Dream;
Gaz'd on her Face; whilst Blood's disorder'd Stream
Recoil'd to th' Heart: Your Daughter, she reply'd,
Fontana call'd. Ghosts wander then; He cry'd;
She was long since Dead Corps, Coffin'd, interr'd!
Thought Dead, My Lord (She joyn'd) what's that I heard?
(Said He) Thought Dead! Good Gods, Am I Awake?
No doubt, said She, my Lord. O Do not take
(He strait conjoyn'd) th' Advantage of that Form,
Known Voice withall, to raise bad Sorrow's Storm;
I want no more, She smiling, weeping then,
Heav'n knows I am your Daughter, said agen,
Which strait confirm'd the Brides-groom standing by.
Strait snatching her in Grasping way, more nigh,
Kiss seal'd (tho panting Heart) most plain, said He,
'Tis now my Girl Fontana, very she;
Clos'd in mine Arms. Who kneel'd, conjoyned too,
My Husband This, be pleas'd (my Lord) to view;
For which stol'n choice, tho Virtuous, noble prize,
I pardon beg. Thou hast it Daughter, rise,
(He said) the Man's worthy of great Regard,
Saluted Him, wish'd Joy to both. Declar'd
Orsamnes then, They were good while conceal'd
Within that House; now (thought fit'st time) reveal'd:
Her Life it self kept lately i'th' Dark; unknown:
Much wonder from Spectator's Eyes was shewn,
Walk'd strait to th' upper end, where in great Chair
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When startled grown, o'rewhelm'd, confounded rather.
These words conjoyn'd; What art Thou with that Name,
Those Looks employ'd to Torture me? I am,
My Lord (she said) your Daughter. Hah! My Daughter!
(He answer'd strait) such once I had; seiz'd, caught her
By th' trembling hand, lest Air, deluding Dream;
Gaz'd on her Face; whilst Blood's disorder'd Stream
Recoil'd to th' Heart: Your Daughter, she reply'd,
Fontana call'd. Ghosts wander then; He cry'd;
She was long since Dead Corps, Coffin'd, interr'd!
Thought Dead, My Lord (She joyn'd) what's that I heard?
(Said He) Thought Dead! Good Gods, Am I Awake?
No doubt, said She, my Lord. O Do not take
(He strait conjoyn'd) th' Advantage of that Form,
Known Voice withall, to raise bad Sorrow's Storm;
I want no more, She smiling, weeping then,
Heav'n knows I am your Daughter, said agen,
Which strait confirm'd the Brides-groom standing by.
Strait snatching her in Grasping way, more nigh,
Kiss seal'd (tho panting Heart) most plain, said He,
'Tis now my Girl Fontana, very she;
Clos'd in mine Arms. Who kneel'd, conjoyned too,
My Husband This, be pleas'd (my Lord) to view;
For which stol'n choice, tho Virtuous, noble prize,
I pardon beg. Thou hast it Daughter, rise,
(He said) the Man's worthy of great Regard,
Saluted Him, wish'd Joy to both. Declar'd
Orsamnes then, They were good while conceal'd
Within that House; now (thought fit'st time) reveal'd:
Her Life it self kept lately i'th' Dark; unknown:
Much wonder from Spectator's Eyes was shewn,
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