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All other parts of pious duty done,
You owe your Ormond nothing but a fon;
To fill in future times his father's place,
And wear the garter of his mother's racé.

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PALAMON AND ARCITE;

OR, THE

KNIGHT's T A L E.

BOOK I.

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N days of old, there liv'd, of mighty fame,

A valiant prince, and Theseus was his name:
A chief, who more in feats of arms excell'd,
The rifing nor the setting fun beheld.
Of Athens he was lord ; much land he won,
And added foreign countries to his crown.

All other parts of pious duty done,
You owe your Ormond nothing but a fon;
To fill in future times his father's place,
And wear the garter of his mother's racé.

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A chief, who more in feats of arms excell'd,
The rising nor the setting fun beheld.
Of Athens he was lord; much land he won,
And added foreign countries to his crown.

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In Scythia with the warrior queen he Atrove,
Whom firit by force he conquer'd, then by love ;
He brought in triumph back the beauteous dame,
With whom her fifter, fair Emilia, came,
With honour to his home let Theseus ride,
With love to friend, and fortune for his guide,
And his victorious army at his fide,
I pass their warlike pomp, their proud array,
Their shouts, their songs, their welcome on the

way:
But, were it not too long, I woold recite
The feats of Amazons, the fatal fight
Betwixt the hardy queen, and heroe knight;
The town befiegū, and how much blood it coft
The female army, and th' Athenian hoft;
The spousals of Hippolita the queen;
What tilts and turncys at the feast were seen;
The storm at their return, the ladies fear :
But there, and oiher things, I muft forbear,
The field is spacious I deign to fow,
With oxen far unfit to draw the plow:
The remnant of my tale is of a length
To tire your patience, and to waste my strength;
And trivial accidents shall be forborn,
That others may have time to take their turn;
As was at first enjoin'd us by mine hoft:
That he whose tale is beft, and pleases moft,
Should win his supper at our common cost.

And therefore where I left, I will pursue
This ancient story, whether false or true,
In hope it may be mended with a new'.
The prince I mention'd, full of high renown,
In this array drew near th’ Athenian town;
When in his pomp and utmoft of his pride,
Marching he chanc'd to caft his eye afide,
And saw a choir of mourning dames, who lay
By two and two across the common way:

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