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To Brescia's camp her course she had design'd, Revenge, impatient Hubert proudly sought !
And bids her char'ioteer drive swiftly on,

Revenge, which, even wben just, the wise deride; As if bis steeds were dieted wiih winde!

Por on past wrongs we spend our time and thought, Slow seerns their speed whose thoughts before Which scarce against the future cau provide. theta run.

But Fame before him came where those are bred The par'd streets kindle with her chariot wheeles ; Who to her dismal tales faint credit give ;

The omen of war's fire the city spies, (heels, Who could not think their mighty Oswald dead, Which with those sparks struck by her coursers' Whilst they unconquer'd and unwounded live.

Sbine not so much as rage dues in her eies. Nor could Fame hope to make this camp her Those that observ'd her anger, grief, and baste,

seate ; With a dejected melancholy mourn ;

Her tales, the talking, idle, fearful, beare; She seem'd their citie's genius as she pass'd,

But these are silent as io stolne retreate, Who by their sins expell’d, would ne'r return. Busie as life, and like the dead past feare. The gentle ladies she has left in tears,

Neer Mela's flowry banke this army lay, Who no example need, nor cause to melt;

Which Oswald's syre and Oswald oft had led For soon even grief's alarms, our foremost fears, Against the Vandales' king; and twice the day Kill those whose pain by love's quick sence is They gain'd, whilst he from them and empire felt.

fled. And Rhodalind her fatal love does blame, From youth expos'd, like cattle in the field,

Because she finds it now by Gartha spy'd ; And not taught warmth, as city infants are ; Ard does lament lure's fire, which bashful shame But colds and fasts, to kill or to be kill'd, Cannot reveal, not her discretion hide.

Like th' elements their birth began with warre. Ste would not have it waste, nor publick grow, So rev'rend now and strong in age appeare,

But last conceal'd like that in 'Tullia's urne ; As if maintain'd by more than humane breath; Or that which prosp'rous chymists nicely show, So grave, as if the couucellors they were,

Which, as it thrives, must more in private bura. Not executioners of tyrant Death. Yet strait (grown raliant with her victor's fate) With silence (order's help, and marke of care)

She would have Hymen hold his torches high; They chide that noise which heedless youth And love's fire pris'd, as vestals theirs did rate,

affect; Which none durst quench, tho' free to ev'ry eye. Still course fur use, for health they cleanly weare, Resolves her love, whilst this new valour lasts, And, save in well fix'd armes, all niceness chek'd. Shall undisguis'd her father's sight endures

They thought, those that unarm'd expos'd fraile And Orna now to her dear lover hastes,

But naked Nature valiantly betrai'd; [life, Whose outward wounds stay for her inward cure.

Who was, tho' naked, safe, till pride made strife, But here a wonder may arrest our thought,

But made defence must use, now danger's made. Why Tybalt (of bis usual pitty void) To such sought eares these direful sorrows brought, and those wbo toyle of armour cannot byde,

Lose Nature's force, which these in custom finde; Since to the king he onely was imploy'd ?

And make (since strength's but Nature hourly But these are ridles of misterious love!

The body weak by softness of the minde. (try'd) Tybalt ia private long for Laura pin'd;

They seem'd so calme, and with their age so grave, And try'd how Arnold would her passion move

So just and civil in their killing trade, In death, who living ever fillid ber minde.

As if all life were crime but what they save,
And by this trial how she Arnold us’d,

Or murder were by method lawful made.
He wisely ment to urge or stay bis heart;
But much ly love the cautious are abus'd,

Yet now that manhood which those victors makes, Who his wilde ridies would reduce to art.

(So weak is man, where most he may be prowd) Pity, the tenderist of affections, shakes,

And they become from order, luose and lowd.

For when they saw the brother of their chief

Led to their camp by a defeated traine,
They soun to late scorn'd rumour gave beliefe,
And then by Hubert's wounds thought Oswald

But when disguis'd in death they Oswald saw,

In a slow chariot brought, with fun'ral pace, Dead Oswald to his camp by Hubert brought;

Themselves in an united croud they draw,
The camp, from pity, are to fury wrought;
Yet finde, when Gartha's looks does them surprise,

And give to grief one universal face.
Their forward hands diverted by their eies : Wonder (which growcs unactive by excesse)
Till with her voice new urg'd, they deeds persue,

A while did their unruly passion stay; Which even revenge would, had it eies, eschew. The object lasting, made their wonder lesse,

Which fled to give their grief and anger way.

Yet first their grief (which manhood should reWhen from the fatal forrest Hubert rod

straine) To Brescia, he and Borgio bent their way, They vent in women's sighs, with teares allay'd, That their tho' dead, yet much important load, As if those women taught them to complaine,

They might with horrour to the camp convay. Who by their swords are weeping widows made.



As icy rockrs, which frost together binde, And now the drums, the camp's low thunder, make Stand silent, till as silently they melt.

Mar's thick united noise from ev'ry guard ; But when they meet in currents unconfin'd, Tho' they reveillees scorn, whom grief does wake,

Swell, and grow loud, as if they freedom felt: Who think, sleep, Nature's curse, uot toyis So these, unmov'd before, melt quietly


(tears, In their first grief, till grief (when tears meet all night proud Borgio, (chief in Hubert's trust) And sighs meet sighs, from every breast and eie)

With laughty hopes, the camp does saking Unruly grows, and danger's visage bears. Ambition is more vigilant than lust, (keep:

And in hope's feaver is too hot to sleep.
When hastily they heari by whose dire hand
Their gen'ral fell, they think it cold to pause

Now day and Hubert haste to publick view;
Till anger may be guided by command,

His wounds (unlucky mure than dangerous) And vain to ask of cureless death the cause.

Are so refresh'd, that he the army drew

To a wide grosse, and urg'd their anger thus: Some would to Bergamo their ensignes bear,

Against those youth which Gondibert bad led; Friends to my father! in whose wounds I see Whom they in sacrifice would offer there,

The envy'd merit whence his triumphs came; T' appease the living, and revenge the dead.

And fathers to my brother, and to me,

For onely you adopted us to Fame! And some (to show their rage more eminent)

Would to Verona march, and there do deeds " Forgive me, that I there hare feebly fought, Should make the shining court in blacks lament, Where Oswald in your cause did nobly strire;

And weep whilst the victorious faction bleeds. Whence of his blood these veines so much have Hubert (who saw revenge advance so faste,

brought, Whilst prudence, slower pac'd, was left behinde)

As makes me blush that I am still alive! Would keep their anger bent, yet slack their haste, Your valiant youth is gone, whom you have bred

Because the rash fall oftner than the blinde. From milkie childhood to the years of blood ! He first their melting pitty kindly prais'd, By whom you joy'd so often to be led,

[stood! Which water'd anger's forge, and urg'd their fire;

Wbere firme as now your trophys, then you That like to meteors lasts by being rais'd,

“ Gon is he now, who still with low regard But when it first dors sink, does strait expire. Bow'd to your age, your wounds as beauty kist; Commends their anger, vet that name he prays

Knew age was of your temp’rance the reward, May keep the temp'rate chymick's equal heat;

And courts in beauty by your skarrs subsist. That they in fury might not need allays,

“ Yet was he not for mean pretensions slaine, Nor charge so rashly as to want retreat.

Who for your inter'st not his own has fought; Begs they this dismal night would there remain, Vex'd that the empire, which your wounds did And make the hopeful moru their guide; whilst

gaine, grief

Was by a young unwounded army sought! (Which high revenge as tameness should disdain) “ For Gondibert (to whom the court must bow,

Sleep shall conceal, and give his wounds relief. Now war is with your fav'rite overthrowne) He Vasco, Paradine, and Dargonet,

Will, by his camp of boys at Dergamo, With Oswald, to the red pavilion sent,

Wed her, who to your valour owes the crowne. (Death's equal pris’ners no: for Nature's debt) “ Blame not your chief for his ambitious fire, And then retires with Borgio to his tent.

Who was but températe, when he understood This is the night the Brescians so bemoan'dh, He might the empire in your right require ;

Who left their beds, and on their walls appear’d, A scant reward for your exhausted blood.” As if th' oppressed world in carthquakes groan'), Thus Hubert spake; but now so fierce they grow,

Or that some ruin'd nation's sighis they heard ; That Dorgio strore to quench whom Habert Admir'd what in that camp such griefs could raise,

warm'l: Where serious death so oft had been abus'd, To Bergamo!” they cry'l, “ to Bergamo!" When ev'n their sportive fencers' monthly plays And as they soon were vex'd, as soon are arın .

Profan'd that shape, which states for terrour us’d. For to distinct and spacious tents they hie, Yet this lowd mourning will no wonder breed, Where, quick as rests of Persia shifted are,

When we with liic lay Oswald's errours by, Their arms (which there in cleanly order lie) And use hiin as the living use the dead,

They take from moving wardrobes of the warre. Who first allow men vertue when they dy. Arm'ul soon as porqncpines' as if, like those, Kill, lib'ral of his life, of wealth as free,

Their very rage thein with defence supplies; By which he chief in fighting crouds became, As borne with it, and must have winged fors Who must their leaders' valours ofton see,

That s:oop from Ilear'n to harme them by And follow them for bounty more than fame.

surprise, This geo'ral mourning was to losedness rais'd, With ensignes now display'd, their force they drar

By showing gifts he gave, and wounds he took; To hasty order, and begin to more; They.chid at last his life which they had prais'd, But are amus'd by something that they sair, Because sugh vertue it so soon forsook.

Which look'd like all that ere they heard of lore. Now night, by grief neglected, hastes away! Unusual to their camp such objects were, And they the morno's officioris nisher sps,

Yet this no ill effect froin wonder wronght; The close attendant on the lord of day,

For it appeas'd them by approaching neer, Who shows the warmer of the world is nigh, And satizli'd their eies in all they sought



And this was Gartha, in her chariot drawn, Like commets, courts affict the vulgar cie;

Who, through the swarthy region of the night, And when they largest in their glory blaze, Drove from the court; and as a second dawn People, through ignorance, think plagues are nie,' Breaks on them, like the morne's reserve of And, till they waste, with mourning wonder gaze. light.

These scorn the court's dissertion of their age; Toro' all the camp.she moves with fun'ral pace, The active, ease impos'd, like pain endure ;

· And still bowes meekly down to all she saw ; For though calm rest does age's pains asswage, Her grief gave speaking beauty to her face,

Yet few the sickness own to get the cure.
Which lowly look'd, that it might pitty draw.
When by her slaves her name they understood,

To Heav'n they lift their looks! whose Sun ne'r saw Her lines of feature heedfully they view;

Rage so agreed, as now he does behold;

Their shining swords all at an instant draw, In her complexion track their gen’ral's blood,

And bad him judge next day if they were old ! And find her more, than what by fame they knew,

And of Verona wish'd him take his Icave, They humbly her to that pavilion guide,

Which, ere his third return, they will destroy, Where Hubert his bold chiefs with fury fir'd;

Till none shall guess by ruines where to griere, But his ambition, when he Gartha spy'd,

No more than Phrygians where to weep for Troy. (To give his sorrow place) a while retird. Thus Bergamo is soon forgot, whilst all With his respectful help she does descend,

Alow'd, “Verona cry,

" Verona must" Where they with dear imbraces mingle tears,

(That reach'd the clouds) " low as her quarries But now ber male revenge would grief suspend;

fall !" Rerenge, thro' grief, too feminine appears. The court they'll bury in the citie's dust. But when her dear allies, dead Paradine

And Dargonet, she saw, that manlinesse,
Which her weak sex assum'd, she does decline,

As bred too soft, to mannage grief's excesse.
Then soon return'd, as loath to show her eies

No more of Oswald than she must forsake;
But sorrow's moisture heat of anger dries;

And, mounted in her chariot, thus she spake : “ If you are those of whom I oft have heard At Oswald's camp arrives wise Hermegild, My father boast, and that of Oswald bred;

Whose presence does a new diversion yield: Ah! where is now that rage our tyrant fear'l, In counced he reveals his secret breast; Whose darliog is alive, thu' yours be dead ?

Would mingle love with empire's interest : " The court shines out at Rhodalind's commands, From rash revenge, to peace the cainp invites, To me (your drooping Aowre) no beam can Who Oswald's fun'ral grace with Roman rites.

spare ; Where Oswald's name, new planted by your hands, Withers, as if it lost the planter's care.

In this distemper, whilst the humours strive * From Rhodalind I thus disorder'd fiie,

T'assemble, they again diverted are; Least she should say, “Thy fate unpity'd comes! For tow'rds their trenches twenty chariots drive, Goe sing, where now thy father's fighters lie,

Swiftly as Syrians when they charge in warre. Thy brother's requiem, to their conqu’ring They Hermegild with court attendants spy'd, drums !

Whose hasle to Hubert does advice intend, "The happy fields by those brave warriours To warn hin, that just Fate can ne'r provide fought,

For rashi beginnings a succesful end. (Which, from the dictates of thy agrd syre, But Fate for Hermegild provided well; Oswald in high victorious numbers wrot)

This story else (which him the wise slocs call) Thou shalt no more sing to thy silenc'd lyre !! Would here his private ruine sadly tell, “ Such scorns, pow'r on unlucky vertve throws, In hastning to prevent the publick fall.

When courts with prosp'rous vices wanton are; His noble blood obscurely bad been shed, Wbo your authentick age despise for those,

His undistinguish'd liinbs scatter'd unknown, Who are to you but infants of the warre." As is the dust of victors long since dead, Thus tho' she spake, her looks did more persuade;

Which here and there by every wind is blown. Like vertuous anger did her colour rise,

Such was their rage, when on Verona's way As if th' injurious world it would invade,

(With his rich trayn) they saw from court he Whilst tears of rage, not pitty, drown her eies. Till some did their impetuous fury stay, [came ; The Sun did thus to threatned Nature show

And gave his life protection for his fame : His anger red, whilst guilt look'd pale in all; Told them his palour had been long allow'd ; When clonds of foods did. hang about his brow, That much the Lombards to his conduct ow;.

And then shrunk back to let that anger fall., And this presery'd hiin, for the very crowd And so she turn'd her face, not as to grieve

Felt honour here, and did to valour bow. Af ruine, but to lisence what she rais'd; Vain wrath! deform’d, unquiet child of pride! ithilst they (like common throngs) all tongues Which in a few the people madness call; believe,

(prais'd. But #ben by number they grew dignify'd, When courts are tax'd, but none when they are U haw's rage in some is liberty in all.

Through dangers of this lawless liberty,

“ I dare not vainly wish ber to be kinde, He, like authentick pow'r, does boldly pass ; Till for her love my arts and pow'r beston And, with a quiet and experienc'd eye,

The crown on thee, adorn'd with Rhodalind, Thro' Death's foul vizard does despise his face. Which yet for Gartha is a price tno low." At Hubert's tent he lights, where Hubert now This said, he paws'd; and now the hectick heate With Gartha of this torrent does advise ;

Of Oswald's blood doubled their pulses' pace; Which he believes does at the highest flow, Which high, as if they would be heard, did beate,

And must, like tides, sink when it cannot rise. And hot ambition shin'd in either's face. When Hermegild he saw, he did disperse

For Hermegild they knew could much outdoe Those cares assembled in his looks, and strove His words, and did possess great Aribert, (Though to his master and the court perverse) Not in the court's cheap glass of outward showe, To show him all the civil signes of love.

But by a study'd tennre of the heart. For bim in stormy war he glorious knew,

Whilst this try'd truth does make their wishes sure, Nor in calm councels was be less renown'd; Hubert on Gartha looks with suing eyes And held him now to Oswald's faction true, For Hermegild, whose love she will endure,

As by his love, the world's first tenure, bound. And made ambition yield what youth denies. For ke (though wasted the ebb of blood, Yet in this bargain of her self she knowes

When man's meridian tow'rds his evening turnes) Not how to treat ; but all her chief desires, Makes, against Nature's law, love's charter good, Bids Hubert, as the twins of his, dispose And as in raging youth for Gartha burnes.

To glory and revenge; and then retires. Who did his sute not only disapprove,

But with such blushes Hermegild she leares, Because the summer of his life was past,

As the unclouded evening's face adorn ; And she fresh blown; but that even highest love Nor much he for her parting glory grieves,

Grows tasteless to ambition's higher taste. Since such an evening bodes a happy morn. Yet now in such a great and single cause,

Now Hermegild by vowes does Hubert binde, With nice ambition nicer love complies ;

(Vowes by their fate in Lombard story known) And she (since to revenge he usefull was)

He Gartha makes the price of Rhodalind,
Perswades his hope with rhet'rique of her eyes. And Aribert his tenant to the crown.
A closse division of the tent they strait

He bids him now the army's rage allay:
By outward guards secure from all resort;

“ By rage" (said he)" only they masters are Then Hermegild does thus the cause relate, Of those they choose, when temp'rate, to obey : Which to the camp dispatch'd him from the Against themselves th' impatient chiefly war. court :

“ We are the people's pilots, they our winds, Important prince ! who justly dost succeed

To change by nature prone; but art laveers, To Oswald's hopes, and all my loyal aide; Ard rules them till they rise with stormy mindes, Vertne as much in all thy wounds does bleed, Then art with danger against nature steers. As love in me, since wounded by that maide.

" Where calms have first amus'd, storms most “ Long have I sayld thro' Time's vexatious sea,

prevail ; And first set out with all that youth is worth ; Close first with calms the court's suspitious eyes, The tropicks pass'd of blood's hot bravery,

That whilst, with all their trim, they sleeping sail, With all the sailes, gay flags, and streamers A sudden gust may wrack them with surprise. fortb!

Your army will (though high in all esteem
in hotter voyages, ships most

That ever rev'renc'd age to action gave)
Weare out their triun, yet then they chiefly gain, But a small party to Verona seem,
By inward stowage, what is outward Inst;

Which yearly to such numbers yields a grave. So men, decays of youth, repaire in brain.

“ Nor is our vast metropolis like those “ If I experience boast when youth decayes,

Tame towns, which peace has soft'ned into fears; Such vanity may Gartha's pity more,

But Death deform'd in all his dangers knows, Since so I seek your service by self praise,

Dangers which he, like frightful vizards, wears. Rather than seein unusefull where I love.

From many camps, who forraign winters felt, “ And never will I, (though by time supply'd

Verona has her conqu’ring dwellers ta’ne ; With such discretion as does man improve)

In war's great trade, with richest nations delt, To show discretion, wiser Nature hide,

And did their gold and fame with iron gain. By seeming now asham'd to say I love.

“ Yet to the mighty Aribert it bowes ; “ For Love his pow'r has in gray senates shown,

A king out doing all the Lombard line ! Where he, as to green courts, does freely come; Whose ca (in iroo clad) by courseness showes And tho’loud youth his visits makes more known, A growing pow'r, which fades when courts grow With graver age he's privately at home.

fine. “ Scarce Greece, or greater Rome, a victor showes, “ Scorn not the youthful camp at Bergaro,

Whom more victorious love did not subdue ; For they are victors, tho' in years but young ; Then blame not me, who am so weak to those,

The war does them, they it by action know, Whilst Gartha all exceeds, that ere they knew. And have obedient minds in bodies strong. “ Hope (love's first food) I ne'er till now did know,

“ Be slow, and stay for aides, which baste forsaker! Which love as yet but temp’rately devours; For though occasion still does sloth out-goe, And claimes not love for love, since Gartha so

The rash, who ryu from help, she ne'r o'ertakes, For autumn leaves should barter summer flowers.

Whose haste thinks time, the post of Nature, slor.

- But as,

* This is a cause which our ambition fills; Thrice is his body clean by bathing made;

A cause, in wbich our strength we should not And when with victor's oyle anointed o’re, In vain like giants, who did heave at bills; (waste, 'Tis in the pallace gate deroutly layd'e, 'Tis too unwildly for the force of haste.

Clad in that vest which he in battel wore. “A cause for graver mindes that learned are Whilst seven succeeding Suns pass sadly by,

In mistick man; a cause which we must gain The palace seems all hid in cypress boughs; By surer methods than depend on warre;

From ancient lore, of man's mortality And respite valor, to imploy the brain.

The type, for where 'tis lopp'd it never grows. “ In the king's scale your merits are too light; The publick fun'ral voice, tiil these expire, (rests;

Who with the duke, weighs his own partial heart: Cryes out, “ Here greatness, tir'd with honour, Make then the gift of empire publick right, Come, see what bodies are, when souls retire ; And get in Rhodalind the people's part.

And visit Death, ere you become his guests!” " But this rough tide, the meeting multitude, Now on a purple bed the corps they raise; * If we oppose, we make our voyage long;

Whilst trumpets summon all the common quire Yet when we with it row, it is subdu'd;

In tune to mourn him, and disperse his praise ; And we are wise, when men in vain are strong. And then move slowly tow'rds the fun'ral fire! “ Then to the people sue, but hide your force; They beare before him spoiles they gain'd in warre;

For they believe the strong are still unjust; And bis great ancestors in sculpture wrought; ! Never to armed sutors yield remorse;

And now arrive, where Hubert does declare And where they see the power, the right distrust. How oft, and well, he for the Lombards fought. “ Assault their pity as their weakest part; Here, in an altar's form, a pile is made

Which the first plaintiff never failes to move; Of unctious firr, and sleepers fatal ewe; They search but in the face to finde the heart; On which the body is by mourners laid,

And grief in princes, more than triumph love. Who their sweet gummes (their last kind tribute) " And to prepare their pity, Gartha now

threw, Should in her sorrows' height with me return; Hubert his arme, westward, aversly stretch'd; For since their eyes at all distresses now,

Whilst to the hopefull East his eyes were turn'd; How will they at afflicted beauty mourn? And with a hallow'd torch the pyle he reach'd; "Much such a pledge of peace will with the king Which seen, they all with utmost clamour (Urg'd by my int'rest here) my pow'r improve;

mourn'd. And much iny power will to your int’rest bring, Whilst full the flame aspires, “Oswald," (they If from the watchful court you hide my love.

cry) “ If Gartha deignes to love, our love must grow

“ Farewell! we follow swiftly as the houres ! Uuseen, like inandrakes wedded under ground;

For with time's wings, towards death, eren cripThat I (still seeming unconcern'd) may know

ples Aie!" The king's new depths, which length of trust This said, the hungry fame its food devoures. .

Now priests with wine the ashes quench, and hide Thus Hermegild his study'd thoughts declar'd; The rev'renc'd reliques in a marble urne. Whilst Hubert (who believ'd discover'd love

The old dismissive Ilicet is cry'd A solid pledge for hidden faith) prepar'd

By the town voice, and ali to feasts returne. To stay the camp, so furious to remove. Thus urnes may bodies show; but the fed minde And now their rage (by correspondence spred)

The learn'd seek vainly, for whose quest we pay, Borgio allays, that else like sparks of fire

With such success as cousen'd shepheards finde, (Which drops at first inight drown) by matter fed,

Who seek to wizards when their cattel stray. At last to quench the flame may seas require, As with the Sun they rose in wrath, their wrath

So with his heat increas'd; but now he hastes
Down Heav'n's steep bill, to his Atlantick bath;

Where he refreshes till his feaver wastes.
With his (by Borgio's help) their hcat dec'in'd;

So soon lov'd eloquence does throngs subdue;
The common mistress to each private minde;

Painted and dress'd to all, to no man true.
To court bis Gartha, Hermegild attends;
And with old lovers' vaine poetick eyes,

The house of Astragon; where in distress

Of Nature, Gondibert for Art's redress Markes how her beauty, when the Sun descends,

(strife, His pitty'd evening poverty supplies.

Was by old Ulfin brought: where Art's hard

In studying Nature for the aid of life, The army now to neighb'ring Brescia bear,

Is by full wealth and conduct easie made; With dismal pomp, the slain. ln hallow'd And Truth much visited, tlough in her shade. Thiey Paracine, and Dargonet interr; [ground

And Vasco much in painful war renoun'd. To Oswald (whose illustrious Roman minde From Brescia swiftly o're the bord'ring plain,

Shin'd out in life, though now in dying bid) Return we to the house of Astragon;
Hubert these Roman fun'ral rites assign di Where Gondibert, and his successfull train,

Which yet the workl's last law had not forbid. Kindly lament the victory they won.


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