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Thou hast been young: and canst remember still, / Yet this we see, though order'd for the best, That when thou hadst the power, thou hadst the The bad exalted, and the good oppress'd; will;
Permitted laurels grace the lawless brow, And from the past experience of thy fires, Th’unworthy rais'd, the worthy cast below. ('anst tell with what a tide our strong desires “But leaving that: search we the secret springs, Come rushing on in youth, and what their rage And backward trace the principles of things; requires.
There shall we find, that when the world began, "And grant thy youth was exercis'd in arms, One common mass compos'd the mould of man; When Love no leisure found for softer charms, One paste of flesh on all degrees bestow'd, My tender age in luxury was train’d,
And kneaded up alike with moistening blood. With idle ease and pageants entertain'd;
The same Almighty Power inspir'd the frame My hours my own, my pleasares unrestrain'd. With kindled life, and form'd the souls the same: So bred, no wonder if I took the bent
The faculties of intellect and will [skill, That seem'd ev'n warranted by thy consent; Dispens'd with equal hand, dispos'd with equal For, when the father is too fondly kind,
Like liberty indulg'd with choice of good or ill: Such seed he sows, such harvest shall he find. Thus born alike, from virtue first began Blame then thyself, as reason's law requires, The difference that distinguish'd man from man : (Since Nature gave, and thou foment'st my He claim'd no title from descent of blood, fires)
But that which made him noble made him good : If still those appetites continue strong,
Warm’d with more particles of heavenly flame, Thou may'st consider I am yet but young : Hewing'd' his upright flight, and soar'd to fame; Consider too, that, having been a wife,
The rest remain'd below, a tribe without a name. I must have tasted of a better life;
“ This law, though custom now diverts the And am not to be blam'd, if I renew
As Nature's institute, is yet in force; [course, By lawful means the joys which then I knew. Uncancell'd, though disus'd; and he, whose mind There was the crime, if pleasure I procurd, Is virtuous, is alone of noble kind; Young, and a woman, and to bliss inur'd! Though poor in fortune, of celestial race ; That was my case, and this is my defence: And he commits the crime who calls him base. I pleas'd myself, I shunn'd incontinence,
“Now lay the line; and measure all thy court, And, urg'd by strong desires, indulg'd my sense. By inward virtue, not external port;
* Left to myself, I must avow, I strove And find whom justly to prefer above
line. llow this, so well contrivd, so closely laid, Nor took I, when I first survey'd thy court, Was known to thee, or by what chance betray'd, His valour, or his virtues, on report; Is not my care; to please thy pride alone, But trusted what I ought to trust alone, I could have wish'd it had been still unknown. Relying on thy eyes, and not my own;
“ Nor took I Guiscard by blind fancy led, Thy praise (and thine was then the public voice) Or hasty choice, as many women wed;
First recommended Guiscard to my choice: But with deliberate care, and ripen'd thought, Directed thus by thee, I look'd, and found At leisure first design'd, before I wrought: A man I thought deserving to be crown'd; On him I rested, after long debate,
First by my father pointed to my sight, And, not without considering, fix'd my fate: Nor less conspicuous by his native light; His flame was equal, though by mine inspir'd; His mind, his mien, the features of his face, (For so the difference of our birth requir'd) Excelling all the rest of human race; Had he been born like me, like me his love These were thy thoughts, and thou could'st judge Had first begun, what mine was forc'd to move:
aright, But thus beginning, thus we persevere;
Till interest made a jaundice in thy sight; Our passions yet continue what they were, Or should I grant thou didst not rightly see; Nor length of trial makes our joys the less sincere. Then thou wert first deceiv'd, and I deceiv'd by At this my choice, though not by thine allow'd
thee. (Thy judgment herding with the common crowd) But if thou shalt alledge through pride of mind, Thou tak'st unjust offence; and, led by them, Thy blood with one of base condition join'd, Dost less the merit, than the man esteem. "Tis false; for 'tis not baseness to be poor; Too sharply, Tancred, by thy pride betray'd, Flis poverty augments thy crime the more; Hast thoa against the laws of kind inveigh’d: Upbraids thy justice with the scant regard For all th' offence is in opinion plac'd,
Of worth; whom princes praise, they should reWhich decins high birth by lowly choice debas'd.
ward. This thought alone with fury fires thy breast Are these the kings intrusted by the crowd (For boly marriage justifies the rest)
With wealth, to be dispens'd for common good? That I have sunk the glories of the state,
The people sweat not for their king's delight, And mix'd my blood with a plebeian mate;
T'enrich a pimp, or raise a parasite ; In which I wonder thou should'st oversee Theirs is the toil; and he, who well has serv'd Superior causes, or impute to me
His country, has his country's wealth deserv'd. The fault of Fortuné, or the Fates' decree. Ev'n mighty monarchs oft are meanly born, Or call it Heaven's imperial power alone,
And kings by birth to lowest rank return; Which môres on springs of justice, though un All subject to the power of giddy Chance, knowo.
For Fortune can depress, or can advance:
But true nobility is of the mind,
She needed not be told, within whose breast Not given by chance, and not to chance design'd. It lodg'd; the message had explain'd the rest. For the remaining doubt of thy decree,
Or not amaz’d, or hiding her surprise, What to resoive, and how dispose of me,
She sternly on the bearer fix'd her eyes : Be warp'd to cast that useless care aside,
Then thus; “Tell Tancred, on his daughter's part, Myself alone will for myself provide,
The gold, though precious, equals not the heart: If, in thy doting and decrepit age,
But he did well to give his best; and I, Thy soul, a stranger in thy youth to rage,
Who wish'd a worthier urn, forgive his poverty." Begins in cruel deads to take delight,
At this she curb'd a groan, that else had come, Gorue with my blood thy barbarous appetite; And, pausing, view'd the present in the tomb ; For I so little am dispos d to pray
Then, to the heart ador'd devoutly glew'd For life, I would not cast a wish away.
Her lips, and, raising it, her speech renew'd : Such as it is, th' offence is all my own;
“Ev'n from my day of birth, to this, the bound And what to Guiscard is already done,
Of my unhappy being, I have found Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree,
My father's care and tenderness expressid ; That, if not executed first by thee,
But this last act of love excels the rest : Shall on my person be perform’d by me.
For this so dear a present, bear himn back Away, with women weep, and leave me here, The best return that I can live to make.” Fix'd like a man, to die without a tear;
The messenger dispatch'd, again she view'd Or save, or slay us both this present hour, The lov'd remains, and sighing thus pursu'd: 'Tis all that. Fate has left within thy power.” “Source of my life, and lord of my desires,
She said; nor did her father fail to find, In whom I livd, with whom my soul expires, In all she spoke, the greatness of her mind; Poor Heart, no more the spring of vital heat, Yet thought she was not obstinate to die,
Curs'd be the hands that tore thee from thy seat! Nor deem'd the death she promis'd was so nigh: The course is finish'd which thy Fates decreed, Secure in this belief, he left the dame,
And thou from thy corporeal prison freed: Resolv'd to spare her life, and save her shame; Soon hast thou reach'd the goal with mended pace, But that detested object to remove,
A world of woes dispatch'd in little space; To wreak bis vengeance, and to cure her love. Forc'd by thy worth, thy foe, in death become Intent on this, a secret order sign'd,
Thy friend, has lodg'd thee in a costly tomb. The death of Guiscard to his guards enjoin'd; There yet remain'd thy funeral exequies, Strangling was chosen, and the night the time, The weeping tribute of thy widow's eyes, A njute ravenge, and blind as was the crime : And those, indulgent Heaven has found the way His faithful heart, a bloody sacrifice,
That I, before my death, have leave to pay. Torn from his breast, to glut the tyrant's eyes, My father er'n in cruelty is kind, Clos'd the severe command (for slaves to pay): Or Heaven has turn'd the malice of his mind What kings decree, the soldier must obey, To better uses than his bate design'd; Wag'd against foes; and when the wars are o'er, And made th’insult, which in bis gift appears, Fit oniy to maintain despotic power;
The means to mourn thee with my pious tears; Dangerous to freedom, and desir'd alone
Which I will pay thee down, before I go, By kings, who seek an arbitrary throne:
And save myself the pains to weep below,
Now, though the sullen sire had eas'd his mind, Then (as I know thy spirit hovers nigh) [tomb :"
She said : her brimful eyes, that ready stood,
Releas'd their watery store, and pour'd amain, And bade him with these words the gift present: Like clouds, low hung, a sober shower of rain : “ Thy father sends thee this to cheer thy breast, Mute solemn sorrow, free from female noise, And glad thy sight with what thou lov'st the best; Such as the majesty of grief destroys; As thou hast pleas'd his eyes, and joy'd his mind, For, bending o'er the cup, the tears she shed With what he lov'd the most of human-kind.” Seem'd by the posture to discharge her head,
Ere this the royal dame, who well had weigh'd O’ertill’d before, (and oft her mouth apply'd The consequence of what her sire had said, To the cold heart) she kiss'd at once, and cry'd. Fix'd on her fate, against th’expected hour Her maids, who stood amaz’d, nor knew the cause Procur'd the means to have it in her power; Of her complaining, nor whose heart it was, For this, she had distill'd with early care
Yet all due measures of her mourning kept, The juice of simples friendly to despair,
Did office at the dirge, and by infection wept ; A magazine of death; and thus prepard,
And oft inquir'd th’occasion of her grief Secure to die, the fatal message heard:
(Unanswer'd but by sighs) and offer'd vain relief. Then smil'd severe; nor with a troubled look, At length, her stock of tears already shed, Or trembling hand, the funeral present took: She wip'd her eyes, she rais'd her drooping head, Ev'n kept ber countenance, when the lid remov'd And thus pursu'd: “O ever faithful Heart, Disclos'd the heart, unfortunately lov'd;
I have perform'd the ceremonial part,
The decencies of grief; it rests behind,
This noble youth to madness lov'd a dame That, as our bodies were, our souls be join'd; Of high degree, Honoria was her name; To thy whate'er abode, my shade convey,
Fair as the fairest, but of baughty mind, And, as an elder ghost, direct the way.”
And fiercer than becaine so soft a kind. She said; and bade the vial to be brought,
Proud of her birth (for equal she had none); Where she before had brew'd the deadly draught: The rest she scorn'd, but hated him alone; First pouring out the med'cinable bane,
His gifts, his constant courtship, nothing gain'd; The heart, her tears had rins'd, she bath'd again; For she, the more he lov'd, the more disdain’d. Then down her throat the death securely throws, He liv'd with all the pomp he could devise, And quaffs a long oblivion of her woes.
At tilts and tournaments obtain’d the prize; This done, she mounts the genial bed, and there But found no favour in his lady's eyes: (Her body first coinpos'd with honest care) Relentless as a rock, the lofty maid, Attends the welcome rest; her hands yet hold Turn'd all to poison, that he did or said : [more; Cluse to ber heart the monumental gold;
Nor prayers, nor tears, nor offer'd vows, could Nur farther word she spoke, but clos'd her sight, The work went backward; and the more be strove And quiet sought the covert of the night.
T' advance his suit, the farther from her love, The damsels, who the wbile in silence mourn'd, Weary'd at length, and wanting remedy, Not knowing, nor suspecting death suborn'd, He doubted oft, and oft resolv'd to die. Yet, as their duty was, to Tancred sent;
But Pride stood ready to prevent the blow, Wbo, conscious of th’occasion, feard th' event. For who would die to gratify a foe? Alarm'd, and with presaging heart, he came, His generous inind disdain'd so mean a fate; And drew the curtains, and expos'd the dame That pass'd, his next endeavour was to hate. To loathsome light: then with a late relief But vainer that relief than all the rest, Made vain efforts, to mitigate her grief.
The less he hop'd, with more desire possess'd; She, what she could, excluding day, her eyes Love stood the siege, and would not yield his Kept firmly seal'd, and sternly thus replies :
(care; “ Tancred, restrain thy tears, unsought by me, Change was the next, but change deceiv'd his And sorrow unavailing now to thee:
He sought a fairer, but found none so fair. Did ever man before afilict his mind,
He would have worn her out by slow degrees, To see th' effect of what himself design'd? As men by fasting siarve th' untam'd disease: Yet, if thou hast remaining in thy heart
But present love requir'd a present ease. Some sense of love, some unextinguish'd part Looking he feeds alone his famish'd eyes, Of former kindness, largely once profess'd, Feeds lingering Death, but looking not he dies. Let me by that adjure thy harviend breast, Yet still he chose the longest way to Fate, Not to deny thy daughter's last request:
Wasting at once his life and his estate. The secret love which I so long enjoy'd,
His friends beheld, and pity'd him in vain, And still conceald to gratify thy pride,
For what advice can ease a lover's pain! Thou hast disjoin'd; but, with my dying breath, Absence, the best expedient they could find, Setk not, I beg thee, to disjoin our death; Might save the fortune, if not cure the mind: Where'er his corpse by thy command is laid, This means they long propos'd, but little gain’d, Thither let mine in public be convey'd :
Yet, after much pursuit, at length obtain'd. Expos'd in open view, and side by side,
Hard you may think it was to give consent, Acknowledgd as a bridegroom and a bride.” But struggling with his own desires he went,
The prince's anguisb hinderd his reply: With large expense, and with a pompous train, And she, who felt her fate approaching nigh, Provided as to visit France and Spain, Siz'd the cold heart, and, heaving to her breast, Or for some distant voyage o'er the main. " Here, precious pledge,” she said,“ securely rest!" But Love had clipp'd his wings, and cut him short, These accents were her last; the creeping death Confind within the purlieus of the court. Benumb'd her senses first, then stopp'd her breath. Three miles he went, nor farther could retreat; Thus she for disobedience justly dy'd :
His travels ended at his country-seat : The sire was justly punish'd for his pride : To Chassis' pleasing plains he took his way, The youth, least guilty, suffer'd for th' offence, There pitch'd his tents, and there resolv'd to stay. Of duty violated to his prince ;
The spring was in the prime; the neighbouring Who, late repenting of his cruel deed,
Supply'd with birds, the choiristers of Love: [grore One common sepulchre for both decreed;
Music unbought, that minister'd delight Intomb'd the wretched pair in royal state,
To morning walks, and lull'd his cares by night: And on their monument inscrib'd their fate. There he discharg'd his friends: but not th'expense
Of frequent treats, arrd proud magnificence.
From public business, yet with equal charge;
With house and heart still open to receive;
As well content as Love would give him leave: Op all the cities in Romanian lands,
He would have liv'd more free; but many a guest, The chief, and most renown'd, Ravenna stands, Who could forsake the friend, pursued the feast. Adorn'd in ancient times with arms and arts, It hapt one morning, as his fancy led, And rich inhabitants, with generous hearts.
Before his usual hour he left his bed ; Bat Theodore the brave, above the rest,
To walk within a lonely lawn, that stood With gifts of Portone and of Nature bless'd, On every side surrounded by a wood : The foremost place for wealti and honour held, Alone he walk'd, to please his pensive mind, Aad all in feats of chivalry excell'd.
And sought the deepest solitude to find;
'Twas in a grove of spreading pines he stray'd; Stood Theodore surpris'd in deadly fright,
“ Thou art, who know'st me better than 1 thee; Uncouth and savage, as the cruel fair.
Or prove thy rightful cause, or be defy'd ;" He wanderd on, unknowing where he went The spectre, fiercely staring, thus reply'd : Lost in the wood, and all on love intent:
“Know, Theodore, thy ancestry 1 claim, The Day already half his race had run,
And Guido Cavalcanti was my name. And summon'd him to due repast at noon,
One common sire our fathers did beget, But Love could feel no hunger but his own. My name and story some remember yet : Whilst listening to the murmuring leaves he Thee, tben a boy, within my arms 1 laid, stood,
When for my sins I lov'd this haughty maid ; More than a mile immers'd within the wood, Not less ador'd in life, nor served by me, At once the wind was laid; the whispering sound Than proud Honoria now is lov'd by thee. Was dumb; a rising earthquake rock'd the ground; What did I not her stubborn heart to gain? With deeper brown the grove was overspread; But all my vows were answer'd with disdain : A sudden horrour seized his giddy head,
She scorn'd my sorrows, and despis'd iny pain. And his ears tinkled, and his colour fled.
Long time 1 dragg'd my days in fruitless care; Nature was in alarm; some danger nigh
Then, loathing life, and plung'd in deep despair, Seem threater'd, though unseen to mortal eye. To finish my unhappy life, I fell Urus'd to fear, he summon'd all his soul,
On this sharp sword, and now ain damn'd in Hell. And stood collected in himself, and whole;
“Short was her joy; for soon th' insulting mad Not long: for soon a whirlwind rose around, By Heavea's decree in this cold grave was laid. And from afar he heard a screaming sound, And as in unrepented sin she dy'd, As of a dame distress'd, who cry'd for aid,
Doom'd to the same bad place is punish'd for her And fill'd with loud laments the secret shade.
pride : A thicket close beside the grove there stood, Because she deemed I well deserv'd to die, With briers and brambles choak'd, and dwarfish And made a merit of her cruelty.
[rast, [near, There, then, we met ; both try'd, and both were From thence the noise, which now, approaching | And this irrevocable sentence pass'd; With more distinguish'd notes invades his ear; That she, whom I so long pursu'd in vain, He rais'd his head, and saw a beauteous maid, Should suffer from my hands a lingering pain : With hair dishevelld, issuing through the shade ; Renew'd to life that she might daily die, Stripp'd of her cloaths, andev'n those parts reveal'd, I daily doom'd to follow, she to fly; Which modest Nature keeps from sight conceald. No more a lover, but a mortal foe, Her face, her hands, her naked limbs were torn, I seek her life (for love is none below): With passing through the brakes, and prickly thorn; As often as my dogs with better speed Two mastitis gaunt and grim her flight pursu'd, Arrest her fight, is she to death decreed : And oft their fasten'd fangs in blood embru’d: Then with this fatal sword, on which I dy'd, Oft they came up, and pinch'd her tender side, I pierce her open back, or tender side, “Mercy, O mercy, Ileaven!” she ran, and cry'd. And tear that harden'd heart from out her breast, When Heaven was nam'd, they loos'd their hold Which, with her entrails, makes my hungry again,
hounds a feast. Then sprang she forth, they follow'd her amain. Nor lies she long, but, as her Fates ordain, (Not far behind, a knight of swarthy face, Springs up to life, and fresh to second pein, High on a coal-black steed pursu'd the chase; Is sav'd to-day, to-morrow to be slain.” With flashing flames his ardent eyes were fill’d, This, vers'd in death, th' infernal knight relates, And in his hand a naked sword he held:
And then for proof fulfill'd the common fates; He cheer'd the dogs to follow her who fled, Her heart and bowels through her back he drew, And vow'd revenge on her devoted head.
And fed the hounds that help'd him to pursue, As Theodore was born of noble kind,
Stern look'd the fiend, as frustrate of his will, The brutal action rous'd his manly mind;
Not half suffic'd, and greedy yet to kill. Mov'd with unworthy usage of the maid,
And now the suul, expiring through the wound, He, though unarm’d, resolv'd to give her aid. Had left the body breathless on the ground, A saplin pine he wrench'd from out the ground, When thus the grisly spectre spoke again: The readiest weapon that his fury found.
“ Behold the fruit of ill-rewarded pain : Thus furnish'd for ottence, he cross'd the way As many months as I sustain'd her hate, Betwixt the graceless villain and bis prey.
So many years is she condemn'd by Fate • The knight came thundering on, but, from afar, To daily death; and every several place, Thus in imperious tone forbade the war:
Conscious of her disdain and iny disgrace, “ Cease, Theodore, to proffer vain relief,
Must witness her just punishment; and be
As on this very spot of earth I fell,
He said, at once dismounting from the steed; Thus while he spoke the virgin froin the ground
The nell-hounds, asungorgʻd with flesh and blood, | The hounds at nearer distance hoarsely bay'd;
The gallants, to protect the lady's right, [aid. Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe
Their faulchions brandish'd at the grisly sprite; And stupid at the wondrous things he saw, [law. High on his stirrups he provok'd the fight. Surpassing common faith, transgressing Nature's Then on the crowd he cast a furious look, He would have been asleep, and wish'd to wake, And wither'd all their strength before he spoke : But dreams, he knew, no long impression make, “ Back on your lives; let be," said he,“ my prey, Though strong at first; if vision, to what end, And let my vengeance take the destin'd way: But such as must his future state portend? Vain are your arins, and vainer your defence, His love the damsel, and himself the fiend.
Against th' eternal doom of Providence: But yet, reflecting that it could not be
Mine is th' ungrateful maid by Heaven design'd: From Heaven, which cannot impious acts decree, Mercy she would not give, nor mercy shall she Resolu'd within himself to shun the soare,
At this the former tale again he told [find.” Which Hell for his destruction did prepare; With thundering tone, and dreadful to behold: And, as his better genius should direct,
Sunk were their hearts with horrour of the crime, From an ill cause to draw a good effect.
Nor needed to be warnd a second time, Inspird from Heaven he homeward took his But bore each other back: some knew the face, Nor pallid his new design with long delay: [way, And all had heard the much-lamented case But of his train a trusty servant sent,
Of him who fell for love, and this the fatal place. To call his friends together at his tent.
And now th' infernal minister advanc'd, They came, and, usual salutations paid,
Seiz'd the due victim, and with fury launch'd With words premeditated thus he said:
Her back, and, piercing through her inmost heart, " What you have often counsell’d, to remove Drew backward as before th’ offeuding part. My vain pursuit of unregarded love;
The reeking entrails next he tore away, By thrift my síoking fortune to repair,
And to his meagre mastiffs made a prey. Though late yet is at last become my care: The pale assistants on each other stard, My heart shall be my own; my vast expense
With gaping mouths for issuing words prepard ; Reducid to bounds, by timely providence: The still-born sounds upon the palate hung, This only I require; invite for me
And dy'd imperfect on the faulteriug tongue. Honoria, with her father's family,
The fright was general; but the female band ller friends, and mine; the cause I shall display, (A helpless train) in more confusion stand: On Friday next; for that's th' appointed day.” With horrour situddering, on a heap they run, Well pleas'd were all his friends, the task was light, Sick at the sight of hateful justice done; The father, mother, daughter, they invite; For Conscience rung th’alarm, and made the Hardly the dame was drawn to this repast ;
case their own. But yet resolv'd, because it was the last,
So, spread upon a lake with upward eye, The day was come, the guests invited came, A plump of fowl behold their foc on high; And, with the rest, th' inexorable dame:
They close their trembling troop; and all attend A feast prepard with riotous expense,
On whom the sowsing eagle will descend. Much cost, more care, and most magnificence. But most the proud Honoria feard th'erent, The place ordain'd was in that haunted grove, And thought to her alone the vision sent. Where the revenging ghost pursu'd his love: Her guilt preseuts to her distracted mind The tables in a proud pavilion spread,
Heaven's justice, Theodore's revengeful kind, With flowers below, and tissue overhead:
And he same fate to the same sin assign'd. The rest in rank, Honoria, chief in place,
Already sees herself the monster's prey, Was artfully contriv'd to set her face
rind feels her heart and entrails torn away. To front the thicket, and behold the chase. 'Twas a mute scene of sorrow, mix'd with fear; The feast was serv'd, the time so well forecast, Still on the table lay th’unfinish'd cheer: That just when the desert and fruits were plac'd, The knight and hungry mastiffs stood around, The fiends alarm began ; the hollow sound The inangled dame lay breathless on the ground; Sung in the leaves, the forest shook around. When on a sudden, re-inspir'd with breath, Air blacken'd, rolld the thunder, groand the Again she rose, again to suffer death; ground.
Nor staid the hell-hounds, nor the hunter staid, Nor long before the loud laments arise,
But follow'd, as before, the flying maid: Of one distress'd, and mastiti's mingled cries; Th’avenger took from earth th' avenging sword, And first the dame came rushing through the And mounting light as air his sable steed be wood,
[food, spurr'd: And next the famish'd hounds that sought their The clouds dispell’d, the sky resum'd her light, And grip'd her flanks, and oft essay'd their jaws And Nature stood recover'd of her fright. in blood.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind, Last came the felon, on his sable steed,
And horrour heavy sat on every mind. Arm'd with his naked sword, and urg'd his dogs Nor Theodore encourag'd more the feast, to speed.
But sternly look’d, as hatching in his breast She ran, and cry'd, her flight directly bent Some deep designs; which when Honoria view'd, (A guest unbidden) to the fatal teni, (ment. The fresh iinpulse her former fright renew'd; The scene of death, and place ordain'd for punish- She thought herself the trembling dame who fied, Loud was the noise, aghast was every guest, And him the grisly ghost that spurr'd th' internal The women shriek'd, the men forsook the teast;