Abbildungen der Seite

The more dismay'd, for when the guests withdrew, / The welcome message made, was soon receiv'd;
Their courteous host, saluting all the crew, 'Twas to be wish'd, and hop'd, but scarce be.
Regardless pass'd her o'er; nor grac'd with kind liev'd;

Fate seem'd á fair occasion to present;
That sting infix'd within her haughty mind He knew the sex, and fear'd she might repent,
The downfal of her empire she divin'd;

Should he delay the moment of consent. And her proud heart with secret sorrow pin’d. There yet remain'd to gain her friends (a care Home as they went, the sad discourse renew'd The modesty of maidens well might spare); Of the relentless dame to death pursu'd,

But she with such a zeal the cause embrac'd, And of the sight obscene so lately view'd. (As women, where they will, are all in laste) None durst arraign the righteous doom she bore, The father, mother, and the kin beside, Ev'n they who pity'd most, yet blam'd her more: Were overborn by fury of the tide; The parallel they needed not to name,

With full consent of all she chang'd her state; But in the dead they damn'd the living dame. Resistless in her love, as in her hate. At every little noise she look'd behind,

By her example warn'd, the rest beware; For still the knight was present to her mind : More easy, less imperious, were the fair; And anxious oft she started on the way,

And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd And thought the horseman-ghost came thundering For one fair female, lost bim half the kind.

for his prey.
Return'd, she took her bed with little rest,
But in short slumbers dreamt the funeral feast:
Awakd, she turn'd her side, and slept again;

The same black vapours mounted in her brain,
And the same dreams return'd with double pain.

Now fore'd to wake, because afraid to sleep,
Her blood all fever'd, with a furious leap

Olp as I am, for ladies love unfit,
She sprang from bed, distracted in her mind, The power of beauty I remember yet.
And fear'd, at every step, a twitching sprite behind. Which once inflam'd my soul, and still inspires
Darkling and desperate, with a staggering pace, If love be folly, the severe divine

(my wit Of death afraid, and conscious of disgrace; Has felt that folly, though he censures mine; Fear, Pride, Remorse, at once her heart assail'a, Pollutes the pleasures of a chaste embrace, Pride put Remorse to flight, but Fear prevail'd. Acts what I write, and propagates in grace, Friday, the fatal day, when next it came,

With riotous excess, a priestly race. Her soul forethought the fiend would change his Suppose him free, and that I forge th’ ofience, And her pursue, or Theodore be slain, [game, He show'd the way, perverting first my sense: And two ghosts join their packs to hunt her o'er In malice witty, and with venom fraught, the plain.

He makes me speak the things I never thought. This dreadful image so possess'd her mind. Compute the gains of his ungovern'd zeal; That, desperate any succour else to find,

III suits his cloth the praise of railing well. She ceas'd all farther hope; and now began The world will think, that what we loosely write, To make reflection on th' unhappy man.

Though now arraign'd, he read with some delight; Rich, brave, and young, who past expression lov'd, Because he seems to chew the cud again, Proof to disdain, and not to be remord:

When his broad comment makes the text two plain; Of all the men respected and admir'd,

And teaches more in one explaining page, Of all the dames, except herself, desir'd:

Than all the double-meanings of the stage. Why not of her preferr'd above the rest

What needs he paraphrase on what we mean? By him with knightly deeds, and open love pro- We were at worst but wanton; he's obscene. fess'd?

I not my fellows nor myself excuse; So had another been, where he his vows address’d. But love's the subject of the comic Muse; This quelld her pride, yet other doubts remain’d, Nor can we write without it, nor would you That, once disdaining, she might be disdain'd. A tale of only dry instruction view; The fear was just, but greater fear prevailid, Nor love is always of a vicious kind, Fear of her life by bellish hounds assail'd : But oft to virtuous acts infiames the mind, He took a lowering leave; but who can tell, Awakes the sleepy vigour of the soul, What outward hate might inward love conceal? And, brushing o'er, adds motion to the pool. Her sex's arts she knew; and why not, then, Love, studious how to please, improves our parts Might deep dissembling have a place in men? With polish'd manners, and adorns with arts. Here hope began to dawn ; resolv'd to try, Love first invented verse, and form'd the rhyme, She fix'd on this her utmost remedy:

The motion measur'd, harmoniz'd the chime; Death was behind, but hard it was to die. To liberal acts enlargʻd the narrow-sould, 'Twas time enough at last on Death to call, Soften'd the fierce, and made the coward bold: The precipice in sight: a shrub was all,

The world, when waste, he peopled with increase, That kindly stood betwixt to break the fatal fall. And warring nations reconcil'd in peace.

One maid she had, belor'd above the rest; Ormond, the first, and all the fair may find, Secure of her, the secret she confess'd;

In this one legend, to their fame design'd, And now the chearsul light her fears dispellid, When Beauty fires the blood, how Love exalts the She with no winding turns the truth conceald,

mind. But put the woman off, and stood reveal'd: With faults confess'd commission'd her to go, In that sweet isle where Venus keeps her court, If pity yet bad place, and reconcile her foe; And every Grace, and all the Loves, resort;


(the year.

Where either sex is form'd of softer earth, Long mute he stood, and leaning on his staff,
And takes the bent of pleastıre from their birth; His wonder witness'd with an idiot laugh;
There liv'd a Cyprian lord above the rest Then would have spoke, but by bis glimmering
Wise, wealthy, with a numerous issue bless'd.
But as no gift of Fortune is sincere,

First found his want of words, and fear'd offence: Was only wanting in a worthy heir;

Doubted for what he was he should be known, His eldest born, a goodly youth to view,

By bis clown accent, and his country tone. Exceli'd the rest in shape, and outward shew, Through the rude chaos thus the running light Fair, tall, his limbs with due proportion join'd, Shot the first ray that pierc'd the native pight: But of a heavy, dull, degenerate mind.

Then day and darkness in the mass were mix'd, His soul bely'd the features of his face;

Till gather'd in a globe the beams were fix'd : Beauty was there, but beauty in disgrace.

Last shone the Sun, who, radiant in his sphere, A clownish mien, a voice with rustic sound, Ilumin'd Heaven and Earth, and roll'd around And stupid eyes that ever lovd the ground. So reason in this brutal soul began, He look'd like Nature's errour, as the mind

Love made him first suspect he was a man; And body were not of a piece design'd, [join'd. Love made him doubt his broad barbarian sound; But made for two, and by mistake in one were By love his want of words and wit he found;

The ruling rod, the father's forming care, That sense of want prepar'd the future way Were exercis'd in vain on Wit's despair;

To knowledge, and disclos'd the promise of a day. The more inforın d, the less he understood,

What not his father's care, nor tutor's art, And deeper sunk by foundering in the mud. Could plant with pains in his unpolish'd heart, Now scorn'd of all, and grown the public shame,

The best instructor, Love, at once inspir’d, The people from Galesus chang'd his name, As barren grounds to fruitfulness are fir'd: And Cymon call'd, which signifies a brute; Love taught him shame; and Shame, with Love at So well his name did with bis nature suit.

Soon taught the sweet civilities of life; (strife,
His father, when he found his labour lost, His gross material soul at once could find
And care employ'd that answer'd not the cost, Somewbat in her excelling all her kind:
Chose an ungrateful object to remove,

Exciting a desire till then unknown,
And loath'd to see what Nature made him love; Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone,
So to his country farm the fool confin'd;

This made the first impression on his mind,
Rude work well suited with a rustic mind. Above, but just above, the brutal kind.
Thus to the wilds the sturdy Cymon went,

For beasts can like, but not distinguish too, A squire among the swains, and pleas'd with ba- Nor their own liking by reflection know ; Dishment.

Nor why they like or this or other face, His corp and cattle were his only care,

Or judge of this or that peculiar grace ; And his supreine delight, a country fair.

But love in gross, and stupidly admire: It happend on a summer's holiday,

As flies, allur'd by light, approach the fire,
That to the green-wood shade he took his way; Thus our man-beast, advancing by degrees,
For Cymon shunn'd the church, and usd not First likes the whole, then separates what he sees;
much to pray:

On several parts a several praise bestows,
His quarter-staff, which he could ne'er forsake, The ruby lips, the well-proportion'd nose,
Hung half before, and half behind his back. The snowy skin, and raven-glossy hair,
He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought, The dimpled cheek, and forehead rising fair,
And whistled as he went for want of thought. And, ev'n in sleep itself, a smiling air.

By Chance conducted, or by thirst constrain'd, From thence his eyes descending view'd the rest, The deep recesses of the grove he gain'd; Her plump round arms, white hands, and heaving Where, in a plain defended by the wood,

breast. Crept through the matted grass a crystal food, Long on the last he dwelt, though every part By which an alabaster fountain stood :

A pointed arrow sped to pierce his heart. And on the margin of the fount was laid

Thus in a trice a judge of beauty grown, (Attended by her slaves) a sleeping maid. (A judge erected froin a country clown) Like Dian and her nymphs, when, tir'd with sport, He long'd to see her eyes, in slumber hid, 'To rest by cool Eurotas they resort:

And wish'd his own could pierce within the lid : The dame herself the goddess well express'd, He would have wak'd her, but restrain'l bis Not more distinguish'd by ber purple vest,


(taug':t. Than by the charming features of her face, And Love, new-born, the first good-mannes And ev'n in slumber a superior grace:

And awful Fear his ardent wish withstood, Her comely limbs compos'd with decent care, Nor durst disturb the goddess of the wood. Her body shaded with a slight cymarr; .

Por such she seem'd by her celestial face, Her bosom to the view was only bare:

Excelling all the rest of human race. Where two beginning paps were scarcely spy'd, And things divine, by common sense he knew, For yet their places were but signify'd:

Must be devoutly seen, at distant view: The fanning wind upon ber bosom blows, So checking his desire, with trembling heart To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose; Gazing he stood, nor would nor could depart; The fanning wind, and purling streams, continue Fix'd as a pilgrim wilder'd in his way, her repose.

Who dares not stir by night, for tear to stray, The fool of Nature stood with stupid eyes, But stands with awful eyes to watch the dawn of And gaping mouth that testify'd surprise,

day. Pix'd on her face, nor could remove his sight, At length awaking, Iphigene the fair New as he was to love, and novice to delight: (Su was the beauty call wiiu caus'd luis care).

VOL. İx.

[ocr errors]

Unclos'd her eyes, and double day reveald, But he was pre-engag'd by former ties,
While those of all her slaves in sleep were seal'd. While Cymnon was endeavouring to be wise :

The slavering cudden, propp'd upon his staff, And Iphigene, oblig'd by former vows,
Stood ready gaping with a grinning laugh,

Had given her faith to wed a foreign spouse: To welcome her awake; nor durst begin

Her sire and she to Rhodian Pasimond, To speak, but wisely kept the fool within. Though both repenting, were by promise bound, Then she: What makes you, Cymon, here Nor could retract; and thus, as Fate decreed, alone?"

Though better lov'd, he spoke too late to speed. (For Cymon's name was round the country known The doom was past, the ship, already sent, Because descended of a noble race,

Did all his tardy diligence prevent: And for a soul ill sorted with his face).

Sigh'd to herself the fair unhappy maid, But still the sot stood silent with surprise, While stormy Cymon thus in secret said: With fix'd regard on her new-opend eyes, “ The time is come for Iphigene to find And in his breast receiv'd th’envenom’d dart, The miracle she wrought upon my mind : A tickling pain that pleas'd amid the smart. Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love But, conscious of her form, with quick distrust In rank shall place me with the bless'd above. She saw his sparkling eyes, and fear'd his brutal For mine by love, by force she shall be mine, This to prevent, she wak'd her sleepy crew, [lust: Or death, if force should fail, shall finish my design." And, rising basty, took a short adieu.

Resolv'd he said; and rigg'd with speedy care Then Cymon first his rustic voice essay'd, A vessel strong, and well equipp'd for war. With proffer'd service to the parting maid The secret ship with chosen friends he stor'd; To see her safe; bis hand she long deny'd, And, bent to die or conquer, went aboard. But took at length, asham'd of such a guide. Ambush'd he lay behind the Cyprian shore, So Cymon led her home, and leaving there, Waiting the sail that all his wishes bore ; No more would to his country clowns repair, Nor long expected, for the following tide But sought his father's house, with better mind, Sent out the hostile ship and beauteous bride. Refusing in the farm to be confin'd.

To Rhodes the rival bark directly steerd, The father wonder'd at the son's return,

When Cymon sudden at her back appear'd, And knew not whether to rejoice or mourn; And stopp'd her flight: then, standing on his But doubtfully receiv'd, expecting still

In haughty terms he thus defy'd the foe; (pro, To learn the secret causes of his alter'd will. “ Or strike your sails at summons, or prepare Nor was he long delay'd: the first request To prove the last extremities of war." He made, was like his brothers to be dress'd, Thus warn'd, the Rhodians for the fight provide; And, as his birth requird, above the rest.

Already were the vessels side by side, [bride. With ease his suit was granted by his sire, These obstinate to save, and those to seize the Distinguishing his heir by rich attire:

But Cymon soon his crooked grapples cast, His body thus adorn'd, he next design'd

Which with tenacious hold his foes embrac'd, With liberal arts to cultivate his mind :

And, arın'd with sword and shield, amid the press He sought a tutor of his own accord,

he pass'd. And study'd lessons he before abhorrd.

Fierce was the fight, but, hastening to his prey, Thus the man-child advanc'd, and learn'd so fast, By force the furious lover freed his way : That in short time his equals he surpass'd : Himself alone dispers'd the Rhodian crew, His brutal manners from his breast exild,

The weak disdain'd, the valiant overthrew; His mien he fashion'd, and his tongue he fild; Cheap conquest for his following friends remaind, In every exercise of all admir'd,

He reap'd the field, and they but only glean'd. He seem'd, nor only seem’d, but was inspirid: His victory confess'd, the foes retreat, Inspir'd by Love, whose business is to please; And cast the weapons at the victor's feet. He rode, he fenc'd, he mov'd with graceful ease, Whom thus he cheard: “ O Rhodian youth, I More fam'd for sense, for courtly carriage more, For love alone, nor other booty sought : [fought Than for his brutal folly known before.

Your lives are safe; your vessel I resign; What then of alter'd Cymon shall we say, Yours be your own, restoring what is mine: But that the fire which choak'd in ashes lay, In Iphigene I claim my rightful due, A load too heavy for his soul to move, (Love. Robb’d by my rival, and detain'd by you: Was upward blown below, and brush'd away by Your Pasimond a lawless bargain drove, Love made an active progress through his mind, The parent could not sell the daughter's love; The dusky parts he clear'd, the gross refin'd, Or, if he could, my Love disdains the laws, The drowsy wak'd; and as he went impress'd And like a king by conquest gains his cause: The Maker's image on the human breast.

Where arms take place, all other pleas are vain, Thus was the man amended by desire,

Love taught me force, and Force shall love mainAnd though he lov'd perhaps with too much fire,

tain, His father all his faults with reason scann'd, You, what by strength you could not keep, release, And lik'd an errour of the better hand;

And at an easy ransom buy your peace.” [cord, Excus'd th' excess of passion in his mind,

Fear on the conquer'd side soon sign'd th' acBy flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd: And Iphigene to Cymon was restor'd : So Cymon, since his sire indulg'd his will,

While to bis arms the blushing bride he took, Impetuous lov'd, and would be Cymon still; To seeming sadness she compos'd her look; Galesus he disown'd, and chose to bear [fair. As if by force subjected to his will, The name of fool confirm'd and bishop'd by the Though pleas'd, dissembling, and a woman still.

To Cipseus by his friends his suit he mov'd, And, for she wept, he wip'd her falling tears, Cipseus the father of the fair he lov'd :

And pray'd her to dismiss her empty fears ;

" For yours I am,” he said, “and have deserv'd And curs'd the hostile shore of Pasimond, Your love much better whom so long I serv'd, Sav'd from the seas, and shipwreck'd on the ground. Than he to whom your formal father ty'd

The frighted sailots try'd their strength in vain Your vows, and sold a slave, not sent a bride.” To turn the stern, and tempt the stormy main ; Thus while he spoke, he seiz'd the willing prey,

But the stiff wind withstood the labouring var, As Paris bore the Spartan spouse away.

And forc'd them forward on the fatal shore ! Faintly she scream'd, and ev'n her eyes confess'd The crooked keel now bites the Rhodian strand, She rather would be thought, than was distress'd. And the ship moord constrains the crew to land: Who now exults but Cymon in his mind? Yet still they might be safe, because unknown, Vain hopes and empty joys of human kind, But, as ill fortune seldom comes alone, Proud of the present, to the future blind !

The vessel they dismiss'd was driven before, Secure of Fate, while Cymon plows the sea, Already shelter'd on their native shore; And steers to Candy with his conquer'd prey, Known each, they know; but each with change Scarce the third glass of measur'd hours was run, of chear; When, like a fiery meteor, sunk the Sun; The vanquish'd side exults; the victors fear; The promise of a storm; the shifting gales Not them but theirs, made prisoners ere they fight, Forsake by fits, and fill the flagging sails; Despairing conquest, and depriv'd of fight. Hoarse murmurs of the main from far were heard, The country rings around with loud alarms, And night came on, not by degrees prepard,

And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; But all at once; at once the winds arise, Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast exThe thunders roll, the forky lightning flies.

pense, In vain the master issues out commands,

In peace a charge, in war a weak defence : la vain the trembling sailors ply their hands : Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, The tempest unforeseen prevents their care, And ever, but in times of need, at hand; And from the first they labour in despair.

This was the morn when, issuing on the guard, The giddy ship betwixt the winds and tides, Drawn up in rank and file they stood prepard Fore'd back, and forwards, in a circle rides, Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Stunn'd with the different blows; then shootsamain, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Til, counterbuff'd, she stops, and sleeps again.

The cowards would have fled, but that they knew Not more aghast the proud archangel fell,

Themselves so many, and their foes so few : Plung'd from the height of Heaven to deepest But, crowding on, the last the first impel : Hell,

Till overborn with weight the Cyprians fell. Than stood the lover of his love possess'd, Cymon enslav'd, who first the war begun, Now curs'd the more, the more he had been bless'd; And Iphigene once more is lost and won. More anxious for her danger than his own,

Deep in a dungeon was the captive cast, Death he defies; but would be lost alone. Depriv'd of day, and held in fetters fast : Sad Iphigene to womanish complaints

His life was only spar'd at their request, Adds pious prayers, and wearies all the saints; Whom taken he so nobly had releas'd : Er'n if she could, her love she would repent, But Iphigenia was the ladies care, But, since she cannot, dreads the punishment : Each in their turn address'd to treat the fair; Her forfeit faith, and Pasimond betray'd,

While Pasimond and his the nuptial feast preAre ever present, and her crime upbraid.

pare. She blames herself, nor blames her lover less, Her secret soul to Cymon was inclin'd, Augments her anger, as her fears increase: But she must suffer what her Fates assign'd; From her own back the burthen would remove, So passive is the church of woman-kind. And lays the load on his ungovern'd love,

What worse to Cymon could his fortune deal, Which, interposing, durst, in Heaven's despite, Roll?d to the lowest spoke of all her wheel? Invade, and violate another's right:

It rested to dismiss the downward weight, The powers incens'd a while deferr'd his pain, Or raise him upward to his former height; And made him master of his vows in vain : The latter pleas'd; and Love (concern'd the most) But soon they punish'd his presumptuous pride ; Prepard th' amends, for what by love he lust, That for his daring enterprize she dy'd;

The sire of Pasimond had left a son, Who rather not resisted, than comply'd.

Though younger, yet for courage early known, Then, impotent of mind, with alter'd sense, Ormisda calld, to whom, by promise ty’d, She hugg'd th' offender, and forgave th' offence, A Rhodian beauty was the destin'd bride; Sex to the last: mean time with sails declin'd Cassandra was her name, above the rest The wandering vessel drove before the wind : Renown'd for birth, with fortune amply bless'd. Toss'd and retoss'd, aloft, and then below, Lysimachus, who rul'd the Rhodian state, Nor port they seek, nor certain course they know, Was then by choice their annual magistrate : But every moment wait the coming blow.

He lov'd Cassandra too with equal fire, Thus blindly driven, by breaking day they view'd But Fortune had not favour'd his desire ; The land before them, and their fears renew'd; Cross'd by her friends, by her not disapprov'd, The land was welcome, but the tempest bore Nor yet preferr'd, or like Ormisda lov'd: The threaten'd ship against a rocky shore. So stood th' affair : some little hope remain',

A winding bay was near; to this they bent, That, should his rival chance to lose, he gain'd. And just escapd; their force already spent : Mean time young Pasimond bis marriage press'd, Secure from storms, and panting from the sea, Ordain'd the nuptial day, prepar'd the feast; The land unknown at leisure they survey ; And frugally resolv'd (the charge to shun, And saw (but soon their sickly sight withdrew) Which would be double should he wed alone) The rising towers of Rhodes at distant view; To join his brother's bridal with bis own.

Lysimachus, oppress’d with mortal grief, Right I have none, nor hast thou much to Receiv'd the news, and study'd quick relief:

plead ; The fatal day approach'd ; if force were us'd, . 'Tis force, when done, must justify the deed: The magistrate his public trust abus'd;

Our task perform’d, we next prepare for flight: To justice liable, as law requir'd;

And let the losers talk in vain of right: For, when his office ceas'd, his power expir'd: We with the fair will sail before the wind, While power remain'd the means were in his hand if they are griev'd, I leave the laws behind. By force to seize, and then forsake the land: Speak thy resolves : if now thy courage droop, Betwixt extremes he knew not how to move, Despair in prison, and abandon bope : A slave to fame, but, more a slave to love : But if thou dar'st in arms thy love regain, Restraining others, yet himself not free,

(For liberty without thy love were vain) Made impotent by power, debas'd by dignity., Then second my design to seize the prey, (wav." Both sides he weigh’d: but, after much debate, Or lead to second rape, for well thou know'st the The man prevail'd above the magistrate.

Said Cymon overjoy'd, “ Do thoa propose Love never fails to master what he finds, The means to fight, and only show the fues : But works a different way in different minds, For from the first, when love had fir'd my mind, The fool enlightens, and the wise he blinds. Resolv'd I left the care of life behind.” This youth, proposing to possess and 'scape, To this the bold Lysimachus reply'd, Began in murder, to conclude in rape :

“ Let Heaven be neuter, and the sword decide; Unprais'd by me, though Heaven sometimes may The spousals are prepar'd, already play An impious act with undeserv'd success: [bless | The minstrels, and provoke the tardy day: The great it seems are privileg'd alone

By this the brides are wak'd, their groums are To punish all injustice but their own.

dress'd; But here I stop, not daring to proceed,

All Rhodes is summond to the nuptial feast, Yet blush to flatter an unrighteous deed :

All but myself, the sole unbidden guest, For crimes are but permitted, not decreed. Unbidden though I am, I will be there

Resolv'd on force, his wit the pretor bent, And, join'd by thee, intend to joy the fair. To find the means that might secure th' event; “Now hear the rest; when Day resigns the light, Nor long he labour'd, for his lucky thought And chearful torches gild the jolly Night, In captive Cymon found the friend he sought; Be ready at my call; my chosen few Th’example pleas'd: the cause and crime the same; With arms administer'd shall aid thy crew. An injur'd lover, and a ravish'd dame.

Then, entering unexpected, will we seize How much he durst he knew by what he dar'd, Our destin'd prey, from men dissolv'd in ease, The less he had to lose, the less he card (ward. By wine disabled, unprepar'd for fight, To manage loathsome life, when love was the re And hastening to the seas, suborn our flight:

This ponder'd well, and fix'd on his intent, The seas are ours, for I command the fort, In depth of night he for the prisoner sent; A ship well-mann'd expects us in the port : In secret sent, the public view to shun,

If they, or if their friends, the prize contest, Then with a sober smile he thus begun.

Death shall attend the man who dares resist.” The powers above, who bounteously bestow It pleas'a ! the prisoner to his hold retird, Their gifts and graces on mankind below, His troop with equal emulation fir'd, Yet prove our merit first, nor blindly give All fix'd to fight, and all their wonted work ro To such as are not worthy to receive.

quir'd. For valour and for virtue they provide

The Sun arose; the streets were throng'd around, Their due reward, but first they must be try'd: The palace open'd, and the posts were crown'd. These fruitful seeds within your mind they sow'd; The double bridegroom at the door attends 'Twas yours t improve the talent they bestowd: Th’expected spouse, and entertains the friends : They gave you to be born of noble kind,

They meet, they lead to church, the priests invoke They gave you love to lighten up your mind, The powers, and feed the flames with fragraut And purge the grosser parts; they gave you care

sinoke, To please, and courage to deserve the fair. This done, they feast, and at the close of night

“ Thus far they try'd you, and by proof they By kindled torches vary their delight, The grain intrusted in a grateful ground: [found These lead the lively dance, and those the brimBut still the great experiment remain'd,

ming bowls invite. They suffer'l you to lose the prize you gain'd, Now, at th' appointed place and hour assign'd, That you might learn the gift was theirs alone, With souls resolv'd the ravishers were join'd: And when restor'd, to them the blessing own. Three bands are form’d; the first is sent before Restord it soon will be ; the means prepar'd, To favour the retreat, and guard the shore; The difficulty smooth'd, the danger shard: The second at the palace-gate is plac'd, Be but yourself, the care to me resign,

And up the lofty stairs ascend the last : Then Iphigene is yours, Cassandra mine.

A peaceful troop they seem with shining vests, Your rival Pasimond pursues your life,

But coats of mail beneath secure their breasts, Impatient to revenge his ravish'd wife,

Dauntless they enter, Cymon at their head, But yet not his; to-inorrow is behind,

And find the feast rew'd, the table spread : And Love our fortunes in one band has joind : Sweet voices, mix'd with instrumental sounds, Two brothers are our foes, Ormisda mine,

Ascend the vaulted roof, the vaulted roof rebounda As much declar'd as Pasimond is thine :

When like the harpies rushing through the hall To-morrow must their common vows be ty'd : The sudden troop appears, the tables fall, With Love to friend, and Fortume for our guide, Their smoking load is on the pavement throwns Let both resolve to die, or each redeem a bride. Each ravisher prepares to seize his owdi

« ZurückWeiter »