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“ Ambition else would up to godhead grow, When so profanely we our anger prise,
But Hubert now advanc'd, and cry'd alow'd:
“ I will not trust uncertain destinie, That to appease it we the blood allow Of whole offencelesse herds for sacrifice.”
Which may obscurely kill me in a crowd,
That bere have pow'r in publick view to die!
“Oswald my brother is! If any dare (sounds More temp'rate grew in mannage of his cause,
Think Gondibert's great name more kingly And thus to noble Gondibert reply'd :
Let bim alight, and he shall leave the care “ I wish it were not needful to be great;
Of choosing monarchs, to attend bis wounds !" That Heav'n's unenvy'd pow'r might men so awe,
This Hurgonill receiv'd with greedy ear, As we should need no armies for defeat,
Told him his summons boldly did express Nor for protection be at charge of law.
That he had little judgement whom to fear, “ But more than Heav'n's, men man's authoritie
And in the choice of kings his skill was less. (Though envy'd) use, because more understood;
With equal baste they then alight and met, For, but for that, life's utensils would be,
Where both their chiefs in preparation stood ; In markets, as in camps, the price of blood.
Whilst Paradine and furious Dargonet
Cry'd out, “ We are of Oswald's princely blood! “ Since the world's safety we in greatness finde, And pow'r divided is from greatness gone,
“ Are there not yet two more so fond of fame, Save we the world, though to our selves uokinde,
So true to Gondibert or Love's commands, By both indang'ring to establish one.
As to esteem it an unpleasant sbame
Witb idle eies to look on busie hands?" “ Not these, who kindle with my wrongs theire rage, Such baste makes beauty when it youth forsakes,
Nor those bold youth who warmly you attend, Our distant camps by action shall ingage;
And day from travellers when it does set, But we our own great cause will singly end.
As Arnold to proud Paradine now makes,
And little Hugo to tall Dargonet, “ Back to your noble hunters strait retire, And I to those who would those hunters chase;
The bloody Borgio, who with anguish stay'd, Let us perswade their fury to expire,
And check'd bis rage, till these of Oswald's race, And give obediently our anger place.
By wish'd example, their brave challenge made,
Now, like his curb'd steed foaming, shifts his “ Like unconcern'd spectators let them stand,
place, And be by sacred vow to distance bound ; Whilst their lov'd leaders, by our strict command,
And thus (with haste and choller hoarse) he spake: Only as witnesses approach this ground,
“Who e’re amongst you thinks we destin'd are
To serve that king your courtly camp shall makë, “ Where with no more defensive armes than was Falsly he loves, nor is his lady faire !"
By Nature ment us, who ordain'd men friends, We will on foot determine our great cause,
This scarce could urge the temp'rate Tybalt's fire, On which the Lombards' doubtful peace de
Who said, “When Fate shall Aribert remove, pends."
As ill then wilt thou judge who should aspire, The duke at this did bow, and soon obay,
As who is fair, that art too rude to love.". Confess'd his honour he transcendent findes ;
But scarce had this reply reach'd Borgio's eare, Said he their persons might a meaner way
When Golthọ louder cry'), “ What ere he be With ods have aw'd, but this subdues their
Dares think her foul who hath a lover here, mindes.
· Tho' love I never knew, shall now know me!" Now, wing'd with hope, they to their troops return, Grave Tybalt, who had laid an early'r claime
Oswald his old grave Brescians makes retire, To this defiance, much distemper'd grows, Least if too near, tho' like slow match they burn, And Goltho's forward youth would sharply blame, The duke's rash youth like powder might take
But that old Vasco ihus did interpose : fire.
“That boy,who makes such haste to meet his fate, First with their noble chiefs they treat aside,
And fears he may (as if he knew it good) Plead it humanity to bleed alone,
Through others' pride of danger, come too late,
Shall read it strait ill written in his blood.
“Let empire fall, when we must monarchs
choose, Not to assist, through anger nor .remorse ;
By what unpractis d childhood shall approve ;
And in tame peace let us our manhood loose,
When boyes, yet wet with milk, discourse of
love." Now neer that ground ordain'd by them and Fate To be the last where one or both must tread,
As bashful maides blush, as if justly blam'd, Their chosen judges they appoint to wait,
When forc'd to suffer some indeeent tongue, Who thither were like griev'd spectators led.
So Goltho blush'd; (whom Vasco made ashand).
As if he could offend by being young.
But instanty offended bashfulness
Does to a brave and beauteous anger turn; By which strip?d soules, their feshy robes for which-he in younger flames did so express, sake.
That scarce old Vasco's embers seem'd to burn
The princes knew in this new kindled rage, “ War's orders may he by the slow convay
To such as only shall dispute them long ;
This said, he calmly bid the duke provide “ Seem we already dead, that to our words,
Such of his blood, as with those chosen three (As to the last requests men dying make) (Whilst their adoption they on foot decide) Your love but mourners' short respect affords,
May in brave life or death fit partners bee. And, ere interr’d, you our commands forsake? “We chose you juilges of your needful strife,
“ Though bere” (reply'd the duke) " I find not Such whom the world (grown faitbless) might
Such as my blood with their alliance grace, ds weighty witnesses of parting life, [esteem
Yet three I see, to whom your stock may bow, But you are those we dying must condema.
If love may be esteem'd of heav'nly race. "Are we become such worthless sacrifice,
" And much to me these are by love ally!d;" As cannot to the Lombards Heav'n atone,
Then Hugo, Arnold, and the count, drew neere; Unless your added blood make up the price,
Count Hurgonill woo'd Orna for his bride, As if you thought it worthier than our own?
The other two in Laura rivals were. “ Our fame, which should survive, before us dy!
But Tybalt cry'd, (as swiftly as his voice
Approach'd the duke) “ Forgive me, mighty
(chief, From knowledge, rather than be known de
And disobey thee in wrong'd love's relief. This, when with rev'rence heard, it would have
“ If rev'renc'd love be sacred myst'ry deem'd, made
And mysteries wben hid to value grow, Old armies melt, to mark at what a rate
Why am I less for hidden love esteem'd ? They spent their hearts and ejes, kindly afraid
To unknown godhead, wise religious bow. To be omitted in their gen'ral's fate.
“ A maid of thy high linage much I love, Hubert (whose princely qualitie more frees
And hide her name till I can merit boast,
But shall I here (where I my worth improve)
For prising her above my self, be lost ?”. Did nobly thus his firm resolve express :
The duke's firm bosome kindly seem'd to melt " All greatness bred in blood be now abas'd !
At Tybalt's grief, that he omitted was, Instinct, the inward image, which is wrought
Who lately had love's secret conquest felt, And given with life, be like thaw'd wax defac'a !
And bop'd for publick triumph in this cause. Tho' that bred better honour than is taught ;
Then he decreed, Hugo (though chose before " And may impressions of the common ill Which from street parents the most low derives, with Tybalt be expos'd to Fortune's pow'r,
To share in this great work) should equally Blot all my mind's fair book, if I stand still
And by drawn lots their wish'd election-try. Whilst Oswald singly for the publick strives ! “A brother's love all that obedience stays,
Hugo his dreaded lord with cheerfull awe Which Oswald else might as my leader claime;
Us'd to obey, and with implicit love ; Whom as my love, my honour disobays,
Buł now he must for certain honour draw
Uncertain lots, seems heavily to move, And bids me serve our greater leader, Fame.”
And here they trembling reach'd at honour so, With gentle looks Oswald to Hubert towes, And said, “ I then must yield that Hubert shall Yet fear'a love only, whose rewards then grow
As if they gath’ring dow’rs a snake discern'd; (Since from the same bright Suu our lustre grows)
To lovers sweetest, when with danger earn'd," Rise with my morne, and with iny evening fall!”
From this brave fear, least they should danger Bold Paradine and Dargonet reviv'd
scape, Their suit, and cry'd, “ We are Astolpho's gons !
Was little Hugo.eas'd ; and when he drew Wło from your highest spring his blood deriv'd,
The champion's lot, his joy inlarg'd his shape, Tho' now it down in lower channels runs.
And with his lifted minde he taller grew. " Such lucky seasons to attain renown
But Tybalt stoop'd beneath his sorrow's weight; We must not lose, who are to you ally'd ;
Goliho and him kindly the duke imbrac'd ; Others usurp, who would your dangers own,
Then to their station sent; and Oswald straight And what our duty is, in them is pride."
His so injoyn'd, and with like kindness grac'd. Then, as his last decree, thus Oswald spake :
When cruel Borgio does from Tybalt part, “ You that vouchsafe to glory in my blood,
Vasco from Goltho, many a look they cast Shall share my dooms, which, for your inerit's sake, Backward in sullen message from the heart, Pate, were it bad, would alter into good.
And through their eyes their threatning anger
wast, “ If any other's disobedient rage
Shall with uncivil love intrude his aid, And by degrees our distant troops ingage,
Be it his curse still to be disobay'd !
Bat vain, though wondrous, seems the short etedt GONDIBERT.
of what with pomp and noise we long prepare :
One hour of battail oft that force hath spent, CANTO THE FOUR TH.
Which kings' whole lives bare gather'd for a
As rivers to their tuide hasty be,
So life (still earnest, loud, and swift) runs post the duel, where all rules of artful strife,
To the vast gulf of Death, as they to sea, To rescue or iodanger darling life,
And vainly travailes to be quickly lost. Are by reserves of strength and courage shown; And now the Fates (who punctually take care For killing was long since a science grown. Th' event by which the troops ingaged are,
We not escape their sentence at oar birth)
Writ Arnold down where those inroled are As private rage too often turns to warr.
Who must in youth abruptly leave the Earth.
Him Paradine into the brow had pierc't; By what bold passion am I rudely led,
From whence his blood so overflow'd his eyes, Like Fame's too curious and officious spie,
He grew too blind to watch and guard his brest, Where I these rolls in her dark closet read,
Where, wounded twice, to Death's cold court, Where worthies wrapp'd in time's disguises lie?
he flies. Why should we now their shady curtains draw, And love (by which life's name does value find,
Who by a wise retirement hence are freed, As altars even subsist by ornament) And gon to lands exempt from Nature's law, Is now as to the owner quite resign'd, Where love no more can mourn, nor valour And in a sigh to his dear Laura sent. bleed?
Yet Fates só civil were in cruelty Why to this stormy world, from their long rest,
As not to yield, that he who conquer'd all Are these recall'd to be again displeas'd, The Tuscan rale, should unattended dy, Where, during Nature's reign, we are opprest, They therefore doom that Dargonet must fall. Till we by Death's high priviledge are eas'a ?
Whom little Hugo dextrously did rex Is it to boast that verse bas chymick pow'r,
With many wounds in unexpected place, And that its rage (which is productive heat) Which yet not kill, but killingly perplex ; Can these revive, as chymists raise a flow'r,
Because he held their number a disgrace. Whose scatter'd parts their glass presents compleat ?
For Dargonet in force did much exceed Though in these worthies gon, valout and love
The most of men, in valour equalld all;
And was asham'd thus diversly to bleed,
As if he stood where showers of arrows fall.
To Hugo's üimble skill, who did desire Yet when the soul's disease we desp'rate finde,
To draw this little war out into length, Poets the old renown'd physitians are,
By motions quick as Heav'n's fantastick fire! Who, for the sickly habits of the mind,
This fury bow is grown too high to last Examples as the ancient cire prepare.
In Dargonet ; who does disorder all And bravely then physitians honour gain,
The strengths of temp'rance by unruly baste, When to the world diseases cureless seem,
Then down at Hugo's feet does breathless fall And they (in science valiant) ne'r refrain
When with his own storm sunk, bis foe did spie Art's war with Nature, till they life redeem. Lord Arnold dead, and Paradine prepare But poets their accustom'd task have long To help prince Oswald to that victory, Forborn, (who for examples did disperse
Of which the duke had yet an equal share, The heroes' vertues in heroick song)
“ Vain conqueror,” (said Hugo then)“ retume! And now think vertue sick, past cure of verse.
Instead of laurel which the victor weares,
Go, gather cypress for thy brother's urne,
“ Thy brother lost his life attempting mine, Now honour's chance the duke with Oswald takes. I must revenge (unlucky Paradine)
Wbich cannot for lord Arnold's loss suffice : The count his great stake, life, to Hubert sets;
The blood his death draw from Laura's eyes. Whilst his to Paradin's lord Arnold stakes, And little Hugo thrones at Dargonet's.
“ We rivals were in Laura; but though she These four on equall ground those four oppose;
My griefs derided, his with sighs approv'd : Who wants in strength, supplies it with his
skill; Yet I (in love's exact integrity) So valiant, that they make no baste to close ;
Must take thy life for killing him she lor'd." They not apace, but handsomly, would kill. These quick alike, and artfully as fierce, And as they more each other's courage found, At one sad instant give and take that wound, Each did their force more civilly express,
Which does thro' both their vital closets pierce, To make so manly and so fair a wound,
Where life's small lord does warmly sit ege
thron'd. As loyal ladies might be proud to dress.
And then they fell, and now neer upper Heaven, When Gondibert saw Hurgonill draw near,
Heav'n's better part of them is hov'ring still, And doubly arm'd at conquerid Hubert's cost, To watch what end is to their princes given, He then, who never fear'd, began to fear And to brave Hubert and to Hurgonil.
Lest by his help his honour should be lost. In progress thus to their eternal home,
“ Retire,” said he ; " for if thou hop'st to win Some method is observ'd by Destiny,
My sister's love, by aiding in this strife, Which at their princes' setting out did doom May Heav'n (to make her think they love a sin) These as their leading harbingers to die.
Eclipse that beauty which did give it life.” And fatal llubert we must next attend,
Count Hurgonill did doubtfully retire, Whom Hurgonil had brought to such distress, Fain would assist, yet durst not disobey ; That though life's stock he did not fully spend, The duke would rather instantly expire,
His glory that maintain'd it is grown less. Than hazard honour by so mean a way. Long had they strove, who first should be destroy'J, Alike did Oswald for dispatch prepare, And wounds (the marks of manhood) gave and And cries, since Hubert knew not to subdue, took,
“Glory, farewel! thou art the soldier's care ! Which though, like honour'd age, we would avoid,
More lov'd than woman, less than woman true !" Yet make us when possess'd for rev'rence look.
And now they strive with all their sudden force O honour ! frail as life, thy fellow flower !
To storm life's cittadel, each other's brest; Cherish'd and watch'd, and hum'rously esteemid, At which, could Heav'n's chief eye have felt reThen worn for short adornments of an hour,
morse, And is, when lost, no more than life redeem'd.
It would have wink'd, or hast'ned to the west. This fatall Hubert findes, if honour be
But sure the heav'nly movers little care As much in princes lost, when it grows less, Whither our motion here be false or true; As when it dies in men of next degree:
For we proceed, whilst they are regular, Princes are only princes by excess.
As if we dice for all our actions threw.
We seem surrender'd to indiff'rent chance ;
Even Death's great work looks like fantastick Which holds that strength, which should main- That sword, which oft did Oswald's fame advance
play; tain their strife.
In publick war, fails in a private fray. When thus his dear defence had left his hand, · Thy life” (said Hurgonil) " rejoyce to wear
For when (because he ebbs of blood did feel) As Orna's farour, and at her command,
He levell’d all his strength at Gondibert, Who taught the mercy I will practise here."
It clash'd and broke against the adverse steel,
Which travellid onward till it reach'd his heart. To which defenceless Hubert did reply, "My life (a worthless blank) I so despise,
Now he that like a stedfast statue stood Since Fortune laid it in her lotary,
In many battails register'd by Fame, That I'me asham'd thou draw'st it as a prise." Does fall, depriv'd of language as of blood ;
Whilst high the hunters send their victor's name. His grief made noble Hurgonil to melt,
Who mouru'd in this a warrior's various fate; Some shout aloud, and others winde the horn! For though a victor now, he timely felt
They mix the citie's with the field's applause ; That change which pains us most by coming late. Which Borgio soon interprets as their scorn,
And will revenge it ere he mourn the cause. But Orna (ever present in his thought) [fame
Proinpts bim to know, with what success, for This the cold evening warm'd of Vasco's age, And empire, Gondibert and Oswald fought;
He shio'd like scorching noon in Borgio's looks ; Whilst Hubert seeks out death, and shrinks from Who kindled all about him with bis rage, shame.
And worse the triumph than the conquest brooks. Valour, and all that practise turns to art,
The troops (astonishid with their leader's fate) A like the princes had and understood;
The horrour first with silence entertain; Por Oswald now is cool as Gondibert,
With loud impatience then for Borgio waite, Such temper he has got by losing blood.
And next with one confusion all complain. Calmoly their temper did their art obey;
Whom thus he urg'd : “ Prince Oswald did com. Their stretch'd arms regular in motion prove,
mand And force with as unseen a stealth convey,
We should remove far from the combat's list, As noyseless boures by hands of dials move. And there like unconcern'd spectators stand, By this new temper Hurgonil believ'd
Justly restrain'd to hinder or assist. That Oswald's elder vertues might prevail ; “ This (patient friends !) we dully have obey'd, To think his own help needful much he griev'd, A temp'rance which he never taught before; But yet prepard it, lest the duke should fail.
But though alive he could forbid our aid, Small wounds they had, where as in casements
Yet dead, he leaves revenge within our pow'r.".
She wants so wide, at once to sally out.
“ Impatient friends, stand, that your strength may GONDIBERT.
[long! Burn not, in blaze, rage that should warm you CANTO THE FITTU.
I wish to loes the weaknesses of baste,
To you such slowness as may keep you strong. “ Not their scorn's force should your fix'd patience move;
[proroke, The battail in exact though little shape,
Tho' scorn does more than bonds free mindez Where vone by flight, and few by fortune, scape;
Their flashy rage shall harmless lightning prove, Where even the vanquish'al so 'hemselves behave, Which but fore-runs our thunder's fatal stroke. The victors mourn for all they could not save : And fear (so soon is Fortune's fuluess wayn'd)
“For when their fury's spent, how weak they are To lose, in one, all that by all they gain d.
With the dull weight of antick Vandall arins ! Their work but short, and little is in war,
Whom rage within, and armour outward, warins. Now Hubert's page assists his wounded lord
" When you have us'd those arts your patience To mount that steed, he scarce bad force to
Try to avoid their cowched launces' force And wept to see his hand without that sword
By dext'rous practice of Croatian fields, Which was so oft in dreadfull battails try'd.
Which turns to lazy elephants their borse.
“ When false retreat shall scatter you in flight, Those who with Borgio saw his want of blood,
As if you back to elements were fled, Cry'd out, “ If of thy strength enough remain, And no less faith can you again unite, Though not to charge, to make thy conduct good, Than recollects from elements the dead, Lead us to add their living to our slain."
“ Make chasers seem, hy your swift rallys, slow ; Hubert reply'd, “ Now you may justly boast, Whilst they your swifter change of figures fear,
You soos of war, that Oswald was your sire, Like that in batails which, t'amuse the foe, Who got in you the honour I have lost, (mire. My grandsire taught, as war's philosopher,
And taught those deeds our ladies' songs ad-
“ Think now your valour enters on the stage,
Think Fame th' eternal Chorus to declare The father of those' fights we Lombarois fought) | Your inighty mindes to each socceeding age; Lies there jinbracing but his length of earth, Who for your use the world's vast empire
And that your ladyes the spectators are.” sought.
This utter'd was with such a haughty grace, “ And cold as he lies noble Dargonet,
That ev'ry heart it empty'd, and did raise And Paradine, who wore the victor's crown;
Life's chiefest blood in valour to the face, Both swift to charge, and slow in a retreat ;
Which made such beauty as the foe did praise. Brothers in blood, and rivals in renown.” Yet 'twas ambition's praise, which but approves This said, their trumpets sound revenge's praise ; Those whom thro' envy it would fain subdue ; The hunters' horns (the terrour of the wood)
Likes others' honour, but her own so loves, Reply'd so meanly, they could searcely raise She thinks all others' trophys are her due. Eccho so loud as might be understood.
For Hubert now (tho’ void of strength as feare) The duke (his fit of fury being spent,
Advanc'd the first division fast and farre ; Which onely wounds and opposition bred) Bold Borgio with the next attends bis rear, Does weep o'er the brave Oswald, and lament The third was left to Vasco's stody care. That he, so great in life, is nothing dead.
The duke still watch'd when each division's space But cry'd, when he the speechless rivals spy'd, Grew wide, that he might his more open spred;
“O worth above the ancient price of love! His own brave conduct did the foremost grace, Lost are the living, for with these love dy'd,
The next the count, the third true Tybalt led. Or, if immortal, fled with them above. In these we the intrinsick vallue know
A forward fashion he did wear a while, By which first lovers did love currant deem;
As if the charge he would with fury mect; But love's false coyners will allay it now, (tenn.”
That he their forward fury might beguile, Till inen suspeet what next they must con
And urge them past redemption by retreat: Not less young Hurganil resents their chance,
But when with launces cowch'd they really were, Though no lit time to practice his remorse;
And their thick front (which added files inlarge For now he cries, (tinding the foe advance)
With their ply'd spurs kept time in a carere, “Let death give way to life! to horse! to
Those soon were vanished whom they meant to horse!
charge. " This sorrow is too soft for dece's behindle,
The deke, by fight, bis manhood thus and force ! Which I (a mortal lover) would sustain,
Resers'd, and to his skill made valour yield, So I could make your sister wisely kinde,
Dirt scem to blush, that he must lead his borse - And praise me living, not lament me slain.".
To lose a little ground to gain the field. Swift as Armenians is the panther's chase
Yet soon he ralleys and revives the warre; They fly to reach where now their hunters are;
Hubert pursues the rear of Hurgonil ; Who sought out danger with too bold a pace,
And Borgio's rear with chace so loos’ned are, Till thus the duke did thein alow'd prepare.
That them the count does with close order kill..