His finger; 'twas my father's last bequest: I but deceived your eyes with antic gesture, When one news straight came huddling on another, But it struck home, and here, and in an instant. Be such mere women, who with shrieks and outcries Can vow a present end to all their sorrows; Yet live to vow new pleasures, and outlive them. They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings: Near. "Tis a truth too ominous. Cal. One kiss on these cold lips; my last. Crack, Argos now's Sparta's King! crack! [Dies. THE LOVER'S MELANCHOLY. Contention of a Nightingale and a Musician. PASSING from Italy to Greece, the tales To Thessaly I came, and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions A sound of music touched mine ears, or rather, This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, Nature's best-skilled musician, undertakes The challenge; and, for every several strain The well-shaped youth could touch, she sang her down; He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument, than she, The Nightingale, did with her various notes Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Whom art had never taught clefs, moods, or notes, So many voluntaries, and so quick, That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of diff’ring method Meeting in one full centre of delight. The bird (ordained to be Music's first martyr) strove to imitate These several sounds: which when her warbling throat Failed in, for grief down dropped she on his lute, And brake her heart! It was the quaintest sadness, To see the conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears. He looks upon the trophies of his art, Then sighed, then wiped his eyes, then sighed, and cried, "Alas! poor creature, I will soon revenge This cruelty upon the author of it. Henceforth this lute, guilty of innocent blood, Shall never more betray a harmless peace AMINTOR, a noble Gentleman, promises Marriage to ASPATIA, and forsakes her, by the King's command, to wed EVADNE.-The Grief of ASPATIA at being forsaken, described. .. THIS lady Walks discontented, with her wat❜ry eyes And sigh, and sing again; and when the rest The Marriage-Night of AMINTOR and EVADNE. EVADNE, ASPATIA, DULA, and other Ladies. Evad. Would thou couldst instil Some of thy mirth into Aspatia! [TO DULA. Asp. It were a timeless smile should prove my cheek; It were a fitter hour for me to laugh, When at the altar the religious priest Were pacifying the offended powers With sacrifice, than now. This should have been Το young Amintor's bed, as we are now For you. Pardon, Evadne, would my worth Were great as yours, or that the King, or he, Or both, thought so! Perhaps he found me worthless! But till he did so, in these ears of mine (These credulous ears) he poured the sweetest words That art or love could frame. Evad. Nay, leave this sad talk, madam. Asp. Would I could, then should I leave the cause. Lay a garland on my hearse of the dismal yew. Evad. That's one of your sad songs, madam. Asp. Believe me, 'tis a very pretty one. Asp. “Lay a garland on my hearse of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow-branches bear; say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm from my hour of birth; Grow 'twixt your love and you; but if there do, To keep your sorrow waking. Love your lord Come all, and watch one night about my hearse; With flattering ivy clasp my coffin round; AMINTOR enters. Asp. Go, and be happy in your lady's love; [TO AMINTOR. May all the wrongs that you have done to me, Be utterly forgotten in my death. I'll trouble you no more, yet I will take You'll come, my lord, and see the virgins weep |