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Thus having made an entrance for his love, For this great king, whom thus I did reject,
Wbich he believ'd assurelly in time

First seeks in court iny father to disgrace,
Of better news the messenger might prove,

Thereby to give the people to suspect,
By which he after to his joys might climb, To fault in something sitting near his place,
Hoping a fair full to ensue this prime, [me, l'hem by all means it urging to embrace :

Leares me, not knowing well which way to turn To which, if clearly he could find the way,
Warm'd with the fire that unawares might burn He made no doubt but once to have a day.

And for bis purpose to promove his hate, l'pon my weakness which so strongly wrought, into the ploi he his court-devils drew, That in my breast a mutiny arose,

Cunning in all the stratagems of state, Fear and Desire a doubtful combat fought,

Which he suborn'd my father to pursue ;. Like two most eager and arobitious focs,

By whose devices he soon overthrew Th'one fain would win, the other would not lose; That noble lord, which succour should have By this oft cleared, and by that accused,

given Whilst still I fear'd by both to be abused.

To me, that then was from all refuge driven. And in myself, myself suspected treason,

And not their clear and far-discerning sight, Knowing who watch'd to win me for his prey, Into the quarrel that did throughly look, And in so lit and dangerous a season,

Nor our allies, that to their utmost might When youth and beauty bare so great a sway, 'Gainst his proeedings on our part that stuck, And where he battery still to me might lay, And at our need us ncrer once forsook, Who girt so strongly every way about,

Of the king's malice could th' effect prevent, Well might I fear I could not long hold out. But to exile my father must be sent. But setting all these sundry doubts aside,

Not all his service to his sovereiga done, From court resolv'd I secretly to go,

In war courageous, and in counsel sound, And to what place my haply stars should guide, Which from king John compassion might have won There I my self determin'd to bestow,

To him, who faithful evermore was found : Until time might this passion overblow;

Ingratitude, how deeply dost thou wound ! Or if at least it wrought not, the extrusion

Sure, first devised to no other end, Might strcoythen me yet in my resolution.

But to grieve those whom nothing could offend. When my brave sire, that never me forsook, Forlorn and hopeless, left before my foe, But many a sweet sleep for my safety brake, By my ill fortune basely thus betray'd, Much being pleased with the course I took, Never poor maiden was besieged so, As one that truly suffer'd for my sake,

And all depressed that should lend me aid; Did his abode at Baynard's-castle make,

Such weight the Heaven upon my birth had laid ! Whom since I thus had left the court, to leave But yet herself true Virtue never loseth, me

'Gainst her fair course tho' Hell itself opposeth. To his protection, gladly did receive me.

Embark d for France, his sad dejected eyes Whence all those sorrow's seem'd to me exil'd, Swolg up with tears in most abundant store, Wherein my life I long before did waste,

His ill luck threaten'd by the low'ring skies, The present time and happily beguilid,

Fear him behind, and sorrow him before; To think what peril I had lately past,

He nder sail, froin sight of either shore, There in my freedom fortunately plac'd,

Wasieth withal his sad laments in vain, Even as a bird escap'd the fowler's snare,

To the rude waters only to complain. Which former danger warned to beware.

When like a deer before the hounds embost, When the proud king, whose purposes were crost, When him his strength beginneth to forsake, Which this my fight had happen'd to prevent,

Leaves the smooth lawns, to which he trusted most, And that those means to which he trusted mort, And to the covert doth bimself betake, Were those, which most had hinder'd his intent, Daubling, and creeps from brake again to brake : Finding his suit preposteronsly went,

Thas still I shift me from the prince's face, Another course bethinks himself to run,

Who had me then continually in chase.
Else farther oil than when he first begun.

The coast thus clear'd, suspicion laid to rest,
And thenceforth plotteth to disperse the mass, And each thing fit to further his intent,
Which lay so full betwixt him and the light, It with much pleasure quieted his breast,
'I hat in his suit the only bindrance was,

That every thing so prosperously went;
And (least expected) wrought him inost despite, And if the rest successively consent,
Finding the cause why matters went not right, Of foriner aid I being quite forsaken,
He must forecast my father to domove,

He hopes the fort migbt in short time be taken. Or he was like to walk without his love,

A prince's arms are stretch'd from shore to sbore ; Thus scarcely cur'sl of this late sickly qualm, Kings sleeping, see with eyes of other ton. And that my heart sat happily at case,

Craft finds a key to open any door, But as a ship, that in a quiet calm

Little it boots myself in walls to pen; Floats up and down on the insurging seas,

The lamb was closed in the lion's den, Bly some rough gust, which some ill star doth raise, Whosp watchful eyes too easily descry'd me, Is driven back into th: froulli al ma'n;

And found me soon'st, where sur'st I thought to • E'en so was 1, that safely else had lain.

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My paths by spies he diligently noted ;

“ Hear but,” saith he, “ how blindly thou dost, O'er me he held so vigilant a watch,

err, And on: my beauty he so fondly doated,

Pondly to doat upon thine own perfection, That at each look he enviously did catch,

When as the king thee highly will prefer, And ready still attending at my latch

Nay, and his power attendeth thy protection ; He had those, that continually did ward, So indiscreetly sort not thy election, Treason my handmaid, Falsehood was my To shut that in a melancholy cell, guard.

Which in a court ordained was to dwell. And since with me it fell so crossly out,

" Yet further think, how dang'rous is his offer, That to my shifts so hardly he me drave,

If thy neglect do carelessly abuse it : For some new conrse I thought to cast about, Art thou not mad, that thus dost see a coffer Where safer harbour happily to have :

Fill'd up with gold, and profier'd, to refuse it? For this was not sufficient me to save,

So far, that thou want'st reason to excuse it, His power so spacious every way did lie,

Thyself condemning in thine own good hap, That still I stood in his ambitious eye.

Spilling the treasure cast into thy la). And fear, which taught me every mean to prove, “ Wrong not thy fair youth, nor the world der And with myself of many to debate,

prive Me at the last it pleas'd the pow'rs to move, Of these rare parts which Nature hath thee lent, To take upon me a religious state,

"Twere pity thou by niggardise should'st thrive, (The holy cloister none might violate)

Whose wéalth by waxing craveth to be spent; •Where after all these storms I did endure, For which, thou of the wisest shalt be shent, There I at last might hope to live secure.

Like to some rich churl hoarding up liis pell, Wherefore to Dunmow I myself convey'd,

Both to wrong others, and to starve himself. Into an abbey, happily begun

" What is this vain and idle reputation, By Juga, of our ancestry, a maid,

Which to the show you seemingly respect?
At whose sole charge that monast'ry was done, Only the weakness of imagination,
Wherein she after did become a nun,

Which, in conclusion, worketh no effect,
And kept her order strictly with the rest, And lesser can the worshipers protect;
Which in that place virginity profess'd.

That only standeth upon fading breath, Where I my self did secretly bestow

And hath at once the being and the death. From the vain world, which I too long had try'd, “ A fear that grew from doating superstition, Me my allliction taught myself to know,

To which your weak credulity is prone, My youth and beauty gently that did chide; And orly since maintained by tradition, And by instruction, as a skilful guide,

Into our ears impertinently blown, Printed withal such coldness in my blood, By folly gathered, as by errour sown; That it might so perpetuate my good.

Which us still threatening, hind'reth our desires,

Yet all it shows us be but painted fires.
The king, who heard me safely thas to be
Set in my cloister, strongly discontent,

“ Persuade thyself this monastry to leave, That me from thence he had not power to free, Which youth and beauty justly may forsake; Which his sad breast seem'd strongly to torment: Do not thy prince of those high joys bereare, But since that I so wilfully was bent,

Which happy him, more lrappy thee may make, And he past bope then ever to enjoy me, Who sends me else thy life away to take: Resolv'd by some means lastly to destroy me. For dead to him if needsly thou wilt prose,

Die to thyself, be bury'd with his love." And finding one most fit for such a fact, To whom he durst his secret thoughts impart, Rage, which resım'd the likeness of his face, One, for his king, that any thing would act, Whose eve seem'd as the basilisk to kill; And for the purpose wanted not his art,

The horrour of the solitary place, That had a strong hand and relentless heart, Being so fit wherein to work his will,

On him the king (with me, poor maid, enrag'd) And at the instaut he iny life to spill;

Impos'd my death, and bim thereto engay'd. All seem'd at once my overthrow to further,. Who making haste the fatal deed to do,

By fear dissuaded, menaced by murther. Thither repairs, but not as from the king:

In this so great and peremptory'trial, For well he knew what did belong thereto,

With strong temptations sundry ways aflicted, Nor therein needed any tutoring ;

With many a riciding, many a denial, But as one sent upon some needful thing,

Oft-tiines arquitted, often times convieted, With a smooth count'nance and a settled brow, Terrour before me lively stood depicted; Obtain'd to get in where I paid my

When as it was, that but a little breath Where I alone, and to his tale expos’d,

Gave me my life, or sent ine to my death. (As one to him a willing ear that lent)

But soon my soul had gather'd up her pow'rs, Himself to me be but too soon disclos'd,

Which is this need might friend-like give her aid, And who it was that bither had bim sent,

The resolution of so many hours, From point to point relating his intent;

Wbercon herself she contidently stay'd Who, whilst I stood struck dumb with this in

lu her distress, whose helps together lay'd, vasion,

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And my lock'a tongue did liberally enlarge, Thus in my closet being left alone,
From those strict limits wherein long contin'd l'pon the floor uncomfortably lying,
Care had it kept, my bosoin to discharge,

The fact committed, and the murth'rer gone,
And my lost spirits their wonted strength assign'd, Arrived at the utmost poivt of dying,
Into mine eyes which coming as refin'd,

Some of the sisters me by chance espying,
Most bravely there mine honour to maintain, Call’d all the rest, that in most woful plight

Check'd his presumption with a coy disdain. Came to behold that miserable sight. Who finding me inviolably bent,

Thus like a rose by some unkindly blast, And for my answer only did abide;

Mongst many buds that round about it grow, Having a poison murd'ring by the scent,

The with’ring leaves improsp'rously doth cast, If to the organ of that sense apply'd,

Whilst all the rest their sovereign beauties show : Which for the same, when fittest time he spy'd,

Amidst this goodly sisterhood even so, Iirto my nostrils forcibly did strain,

Nipt with cold death untimely did I fade,
Which in an instant wrought my deadly bane.

Whilst they about me piteous wailing made.
With his rude touch my veil disorder'd then, And my sad soul, upon her sudden flight,
My face discovering, my delicious chcek

So soon forsaken of each several sense,
Tincted with crimson, faded soon again,

With all the horrour death could her affright,
With such a sweetness as made death seem meek, Strongly disturbed at her parting hence,
And was to him beholding it most like

All comfort fled her; for her last defence,
A little spark extinguish'd to the eye,

Doth to her spotless innocence betake her, That glows again ere suddenly it die.

Which left her not, when all the rest forsake

ber. And whilst thereat amazed be doth stand, Wherein he then such excellency saw,

To show our pleasures are but children's toys,
Ruing the spoil done by his fatal hand,

And as mere shadows, or like bubbles pass,
What naught before, him this at last could awe, As years increase, so waning are our joys,
From his stern eyes as though it tears would Forgotten as our favours in a glass,
draw,

A very tale of that which never was :
Which wanting them, wax'd suddenly as dead, Ev'n so, death us and our delights can sever,

Grieving for me that they had none to shed. Virtue alone abandoneth us never.
When life grown faint, bies lastly to my heart, My spirit thus from imprisonment enlarg'd,
The only fort to which she had to take,

Glad to have got out of her earthly room,
Feeling cold death to seize on every part,

My debt to nature faithfully discharg'd, a strong invasion instantly to make :

And at the hour appointed on my tomb : Yet ere she should me utterly forsake,

Such was the Heaven's inevitable doom, To him who sadly stood me to behold,

Me Baynard's castle to the world did bring, Thus in mild words my grief i did unfold :

Dunmow again my place of burying. “ Is this the gift the king on me bestows,

And scarcely was my breathless body cold,
Which in this sort he sends thee to present me ? But ev'ry where my tragedy was spread,
I am his friend, what gives he to his foes,

For tattling Fame in ev'ry place had told
If this in token of his love he sent me?

My resolution, being lately dead, But 'tis his will, and must not discontent me: Ruing my blood so prodigally shed; Yet after, sure, a proverb this will prove,

And to my father flies with this mischance, The gift king John bestow'd upon his love. That time remaining in the court of France. " When all that race in memory are set,

His loss too great to be bewail dl with tears, And by their statues their achievements done, It was not words that could express his woe, Which won abroad, and which at home did get,

Grief had herself so settled in his ears, From son to sire, from sire again to son,

No more might enter, nothing oui might go; Grac'd with the spoils that gloriously they won :

Scarce since man was, was man perplexed so; Oh! that of him it only should be said,

Enough of sorrow is already shown, • This, was king John, the murth’rer of a And telling bis, were to renew mine owne majd!

Let it suffice me, that I here relate, " Oh! keep it safely from the mouth of Fame, And bear myself the burthen of my ill, That none do hear of his unhallow'd decd;

If to the life I have express'd my fate, Be secret to him, and conceal his shame,

It's all I ask, and I obtain my will. Lest after-ages hap the saine to read,

For that true sorrow needs not others' skill; Aud that the letters showing it do bleed !

Enough's that present bitterness we taste, Ob! let the grave mine innoceney hold,

Without remembring of that which is past. Before of him this tyranny be told !”

Some say, the king repentant for this deed,
Thus having spoke, my sorrows to assuage, When his remorse to think thereof bim drave,
The heavy burthen of my pensive breast,

Poorly disguised in a pilgrim's weed,
The poison then that in my brain did rage, Offered his tears on my untimely grave,
His deadly vigour forcibly expressid,

For which, no doubt, but Heaven his sin for-
Not suff'ring me to stand upon the rest,

gave; Longer for him it was no time to stay;

And my blood calling for revenge appeas'd, And death callid on, to hasten me away.

He from the sin, I from my labours eas'd.

Thus told my story, I my love devise

By birth a Gascoigne, of a fair descent,
To you, dear madam, fitt'st with you to rest, And of our house, the heir my father born,
Which all my virtues daily exercise,

In all his wars that with king Edward went,
That be imprinted in your patient breast,

To him his liegeman, and a soldier sworn, By whom alone I rightliest am exprest;

And in our country left his whole estate, For whom my praise, it grieves me, is too scant; To follow him, who seem'd to govern fate. Whose happy name an epithet shall want.

Whose trust that great king highly did employ, Then, most sweet lady, for a maiden's sake,

And near his person had him for the same, To shed one tear if gently you but deign,

Who with myself, then but a little boy, For all my wrongs it full amends shall make,

Into the court of famous England came, And be my pass to the Elysian plain.

Whereas the king, for service by him done, In your chaste eyes such pow'r there doth remain,

Made me a page to the brave prince his son.
As can th' afflicted prosp'rously deliver ;
Happy be they, who look upon them ever. All men in shape I did so far excel,

(The parts in me such harmony did bear)
As in my model Nature seem'd to tell,

That her perfection she had placed here,
THE LEGEND OF PIERCE GAVESTON. As from each age reserving the rar'st feature,
From gloomy shadows of eternal night,

To make me up her excellentest creature. Shut up in darkness endlessly to dwell,

My looks so powerful, adamants to love, Oh! here behold me, miserable wight,

And had such virtue to attract the sight, Awhile releas'd, my tragedy to tell;

That they could fix it, or could inake it move, Let me have leave my sorrows to impart, As though it follow'd some celestial light; Somewhat to ease my sad afflicted heart.

That where my thoughts intended to surprise, Goddess of arms and arts, Pallas divine,

I at my pleasure conquer'd with mine eyes.
Let thy bright fauchion lend me cypress boughs,

As if some great Apelles in his art
Be thou assisting to this poet of mine,
With funeral wreaths engarlanding his brows;

Would that the world his masterpiece should

know, Pitying my woes, when none would hear me

Imagination doing then her part; weep,

When he had done the utmost he could do, That for my sorrows lays his own to sleep.

For that rare picture to fit out a mind,
Thou mournfullst maiden of the sacred Nine,

This one was I, the wonder of my kind.
That baleful sounds immoveably dost breathe,
With thy swoln visage and thy blubber'd eine, This dainty bait I laid for Edward's love,
Let me to thee my sad complaints bequeath: Which soon upon him got so sure a tie,

Ne'er to thyself canst thou win greater glory, As no misfortune e'er could it remove,
Thau in exactly setting forth my story.

When she the utmost of her forcc did try;
Tell how the Fates my giddy course did guide,

Nor death itself had after power to sunder; Th' inconstant turns of ev'ry changing hour, O seld-seen friendship, in the world a wonder! By many a low ebb, many a lusty tive, Many a smooth calm, many a sousing show'r,

Love, on this Earth the only mean thou art, The height whereto I lastly did ascend,

Whereby we hold intelligence with Hear'n, Bend my beginning to my fatal end.

And it is thou that only dost impart

The good that to mortality is given. When our first Edward sat on England's throne,

O sacred bond, by time that art not broken ! Longshanks, who long victoriously did reign, First of that name, and second yet to none,

O thing divine, by angels to be spoken! la what to knighthood ever did pertain;

Thus with young Edward bath'd in worldly bliss, My life hegan, a life so full of bliss,

Whilst tutors' care his wand'ring years did guide, Then in his days, those happy days of his. I lird, enjoying whatsoe'er was his, Virtue did then men's hearts so much inflame, Who ne'er my pleasure any thing deny'd : That no promotion could be got with gold :

Whose watchful eye so duely me attended,
For in his days be that desired fame,

As on my safety if his life depended.
Bought it of him that it full dearly sold;
Hateful excess did not so much devour,

But whether it my rare perfections were,
Law had less force, and honesty more pow'r.

That won my youth such favour in his eye,

Or it pleas'd Heav'n (to show it held me dear) And since swift Time so violently preys

To show'r on me this blessing from the sky,
Upon those ages that ev'n holiest be;

I know not ; but it rightly could direct,
Let me remember those so bappy days,
In these sad hoars which my vex'd eyes do see,

That could produce so pow'rful an effect.
With greater grief to make me to deplore O thou dread book, where our fates are enrollid,

These, when I think of those that were of yore. Who hath s) clear eyes as to look into thee? Theo, Mase, lo! I obsequiously appeal

What is that man, by whom thou art controll’d,, To thee, (my life since I intend to show)

Or hath the key of reason to undo thee? That thou of me wilt faithfully reveal

When none but Heaven thy dark decrees can Even what the most inquisitive would know,

know, Whilst here my soul embodied did abide (pride. Whose depth we sound not which dwell here be. In this vain world, which pamper'd me with

low.

The soul her liking eas'ly can espy

And though he had judicially descry!d. ( By sympathy, to her-by Heav'n assign'd)

The cause from whence this malady first grew, Through her clear windows, the well-seeing eye, It was no cure, unless he could provide Which doth convey the image to the mind, Means to prevent the danger to ensue; Without advisement, and can apprehend

Wherefore he for his purpose made them way, That, whose true cause 'man's knowledge coth Against my courses that bad aught to say. transcend.

When those in court my opposites that were, This Edward in the April of his age,

This fair advantage and could finely take,
Whilst yet the crown sat on his father's head,

And for my fall what did to them appear
Like sportful Jove with his rapt Phrygian page, So fitly for their purposes to make,
Me with ambrosial delicacies fed :

Thereon their forces instantly to ground,
He might command, who was the sov'reign's son,

Me to the world perpetually to wound. But my direction only must be done.

What thing so false, but taken was for truth, My will a law authentically passid ;

So that on me a scandal it might bring, My yea by him was never cross'd with no;

By such as stuck not tv accuse my youth, In his affection chain'd to me so fast,

To sin in the unnaturallest thing, That as my shadow still he seem'd to go ;

And all forepassed outrages awake, To me this prince so pliant was in all,

Me to mankind contemptible to make ? Still as an Echo answ'ring to my call.

Wherefore the prince more straitly was bestow'd, My smiles, his life ; so joy'd be in my sight,

In foreign realms and I adjudg'd to roam, That his delight was led by my desire,

And sharply censur'd to be held abroad, From nıy clear eyes so borrowing all his light,

Who had betray'd my hopeful trust at home; As pale-fac'd Cynthia from her biother's fire.

Adjudy'd to die, were I by any found, He made my cheek the pillow for his head,

After my set day, on the English ground.. My brow his book, my bosom was his beu.

That, as astounded with a mighty blow, Like fair Idalia, bent to amorous sport

I ftood awhile insensible of pain, With young Adopis in the pleasant shade,

Till somewhat waken’d by my colder woe, Expressing their affections in that sort,

I felt the wound by which my joys were slain, As though her utmost passion should persuade

By which I fainted hourly more and more, The one of us the other still to move

Nor could I think what cure could me restore. To all the tender Jalliances of love.

But as a turtle for her loved make, The table thus of our delight was lay'd,

Whose youth her dear virginity enjoy'd, Serv'd with what dainties pleasure could devise,

Sits shrouded in some solitary brake, And many a Siren sweetly to us play'd,

With melancholy pensiveness annoy'd : But youth had not us therewith to suffice:

Thus without comfort sat I all alone, For we on that insatiately did feed,

From the sweet presence of prince Edward gane, Which our confusion afterwards did breed.

My beauty, that disdaind the summer's sight, For sull I spurr'd up his untam'd desire,

Now foully beaten with bleak winter's storis ; Then sitting in the chariot of the Sun;

My limbs were pot 10 travel day and night,
My blandishments were fuel to that fire

So often hugg'd in princely Edward's arms;
Wherein he fry'd: I for his flight begun
To wax his wings, and taught him art to fly,

Those eyes oft viewing pleasure in her pride, Who on his back might bear me through the sky. Whilst in these tempests I was strangely tost,

Saw fearful objects on their either side. Whilst the vain world so cunningly could win

Myself confining in my native France, t's, her false flatteries who too long did trust,

By many a sad calamity still crost, Till having lost the clue wbich led us in,

Inseparables to my sore mischance; We wanderd in the labyrinth of lust.

Others, that stemnin'd the current of the time, For when the soul is nuzzled once in vice,

Whence I had fall'n, strove suddenly to climb, The sweet of sin makes tell a paradise. Wbo to the full thy vileness, World, e'er told ?

Like the chameleon, whilst Time turns the hue, . What is in thee, that's not extremely ill ?

And with false Proteus puts on sundry shapes, A loathsome shop, where poison's only sold,

This change scarce gone, a second doth ensue, Whose very entrance instantly doth kill;

One fill'd, anotber for promotion gapes : Nothing in thee but villainy doth dwell,

Thus do they swarm like thies about the brim, And all thy ways lead headlong into Hell.

Some drown'], and some do with much danger

swim. The king, whose trust I lewdly had betray'd, His son, like Phaeton, vent'ring on the skies, And some, on whom the Sun shone wondrous fair, Perceiv'd his course was per'lous to be stay'd,

Yet of the season little seem'd to vaunt, For he was grave, and wonderfully wise,

For there were clouds hung in the troubled air, And if with skill he curb'd not his desire,

Threat'ning that they of their desires might want; Edward might eas'ly set bis throne on fire.

Which made them flaz, prepared else to fly,

Whilst with their falls they fading honour bus: This was a cor*sjve to old Edward's days, And without ceasing fed upon his bones,

When posting time, that never turns again, That in the day bereav'd him of his case,

Whose winged feet fly swiftly with the Sun, Breaking his might's sleep with continual moans ;

By the feet hours attending on his train, This more depress'd and sadlier weigh'd him

His revolation fatally begun, down,

And in his course brought suddenly about Than the care else belonging to his crown,

That, which before the wiser sort did doubt.

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