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His age in Nature's youthful prime appear’d, Alas! I have not words to tell my grief;
And just began to bloom his yellow beard. To vent my sorrow, would be some relief;
Whene'er he spoke, his voice was heard around, Light sufferings give us leisure to complain ;
Loud as a trumpet, with a silver sound :

We groan, but cannot speak, in greater pain.
A laurel wreath'd his temples, fresh and green; O goddess, tell thyself what I would say,
And myrtle sprigs, the marks of love, were mix'd Thou know'st it, and I feel too much to pray.
between

So grant my suit, as I enforce my might, Upon his fist he bore, for his delight,

In love to be thy champion, and thy knight;
An eagle well reclaim'd, and lily white,

A servant to thy sex, a slave to thee,
His hundred knights attend him to the war, | A foe profest to barren chastity.
All arm'd for battle ; save their heads were bare. Nor ask I fame nor honor of the field,
Words and devices blaz'd on every shield, Nor choose I more to vanquish than to yield:
And pleasing was the terror of the field.

In my divine Emilia make me blest,
For kings, and dukes, and barons you might see, Let Fate, or partial Chance, dispose the rest;
Like sparkling stars, though different in degree, Find thou the manner, and the means prepare;
All for th' increase of arms, and love of chivalry. Possession, more than conquest, is my care.
Before the king tame leopards led the way, Mars is the warrior's god ; in him it lies,
And troops of lions innocently play.

On whom he favors to confer the prize;
So Bacchus through the conquer'd Indies rode, With smiling aspect you serenely move
And beasts in gambols frisk'd before the honest god. In your fifth orb, and rule the realm of love.
In this array the war of either side

The Fates but only spin the coarser clue,
Through Athens pass'd with military pride. The finest of the wool is left for you.
At prime, they enter'd on the Sunday morn; Spare me but one small portion of the twine,
Rich tapestry spread the streets, and flowers the And let the sisters cut below your line :
posts adorn.

The rest among the rubbish may they sweep, The town was all a jubilee of feasts ;

Or add it to the yarn of some old miser's heap. So Theseus will’d, in honor of his guests ; But, if you this ambitious prayer deny, Himself with open arms the king embrac'd, (A wish, I grant, beyond mortality) . Then all the rest in their degrees were grac'd. Then let me sink beneath proud Arcite's arms, No harbinger was needful for a night,

And, I once dead, let him possess her charms." For every house was proud to lodge a knight. Thus ended he; then, with observance due, I pass the royal treat, nor must relate

The sacred incense on her altar threw: The gifts bestow'd, nor how the champions sate; The curling smoke mounts heavy from the fires; Who first, or last, or how the knights address d At length it catches flame, and in a blaze expires; Their vows, or who was fairest at the feast;

At once the gracious goddess gave the sign, Whose voice, whose graceful dance, did most sur- Her statue shook, and trembled all the shrine : prise ;

Pleas'd Palamon the tardy omen took: Soft amorous sighs, and silent love of eyes. For, since the flames pursu'd the trailing smoke, The rivals call my Muse another way,

He knew his boon was granted; but the day To sing their vigils for th' ensuing day.

To distance driven, and joy adjourn'd with long 'Twas ebbing darkness, past the noon of night,

delay. And Phospher, on the confines of the light,

Now Morn with rosy light had streak'd the sky, Promis'd the Sun, ere day began to spring; Up rose the Sun, and up rose Emily; The tuneful lark already stretch'd her wing, (sing : Address d her early steps to Cynthia's fane, And, flickering on her nest, made short essays to In state attended by her maiden train, When wakeful Palamon, preventing day,

Who bore the vests that holy rites require, Took, to the royal lists, his early way,

Incense, and odorous gums, and cover'd fire. To Venus at her fane, in her own house, to pray, The plenteous horns with pleasant mead they crown, There, falling on his knees before her shrine, Nor wanted aught besides in honor of the Moon. He thus implor'd with prayers her power divine. Now while the temple smok'd with hallow'd steam, “Creator Venus, genial power of love,

They wash the virgin in a living stream: The bliss of men below, and gods above!

The secret ceremonies I conceal, Beneath the sliding Sun thou runn'st thy race, Uncouth, perhaps unlawful, to reveal: Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place. But such they were as pagan use requir'd, For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Perform'd by women when the men retird, Thy month reveals the spring, and opens all the year. Whose eyes profane their chaste mysterious rites Thee, Goddess, thee the storms of winter fly, Might turn to scandal, or obscene delights. Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky, Well-meaners think no harm; but for the rest, And birds to lays of love their tuneful notes apply. Things sacred they pervert, and silence is the best. For thee the lion lothes the taste of blood, Her shining hair, uncomb’d, was loosely spread, And roaring hunts his female through the wood: A crown of mastless oak adorn'd her head : For thee the bulls rebeilow through the groves, When to the shrine approach'd, the spotless maid And tempt the stream, and snuff their absent loves. Had kindling fires on either altar laid, 'Tis thine, whale'er is pleasant, good, or fair: (The rites were such as were observ'd of old, All nature is thy province, life thy care ;

By Statius in his Theban story told,) Thou mad'st the world, and dost the world repair. Then kneeling with her hands across her breast, Thou gladder of the mount of Cytheron,

Thus lowly she preferr'd her chaste request. Increase of Jove, companion of the Sun;

"O goddess, haunter of the woodland green, If e'er Adonis touch'd thy tender heart,

To whom both Heaven and Earth and seas are seen; Have pity, goddess, for thou know'st the smart. Queen of the nether skies, where half the year

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Thy silver beams descend, and light the gloomy sphere; Then sighing she return'd: but smil'd betwixt,
Goddess of maids, and conscious of our hearts, With hopes and fears, and joys with sorrows mixt.
So keep me from the vengeance of thy darts

The next returning planetary hour
Which Niobe's devoted issue felt, (were dealt, Of Mars, who shar'd the heptarchy of power,
When hissing through the skies the feather'd deaths His steps bold Arcite to the temple bent,
As I desire to live a virgin life,

T'adore with pagan rites the power omnipotent:
Nor know the name of mother or of wife.

Then prostrate, low before his altar lay,
Thy votress from my tender years I am,

And rais'd his manly voice, and thus began to pray.
And love, like thee, the woods and sylvan game. "Strong god of arms, whose iron sceptre sways
Like death, thou know'st, I lothe the nuptial state, The freezing north, and Hyperborean seas,
And man, the tyrant of our ser, I hate,

And Scythian colds, and Thracia's winter coast,
A lowly servant, but a lofty mate:

Where stand thy steeds, and thou art honor'd most :
Where love is duty on the female side, (pride. There most, but everywhere thy power is known,
On theirs mere sensual gust, and sought with surly The fortune of the fight is all thy own:
Now by thy triple shape, as thou art seen

Terror is thine, and wild amazement, flung
In Heaven, Earth, Hell, and everywhere a queen, From out thy chariot, withers ev'n the strong:
Grant this my first desire: let discord cease, And disarray and shameful rout ensue,
And make betwixt the rivals lasting peace :

And force is added to the fainting crew.
Quench their hot fire, or far from me remove Acknowledg'd as thou art, accept my prayer,
The flame, and turn it on some other love:

If aught I have achiev'd deserve thy care :
Or, if my frowning stars have so decreed,

If to my utmost power with sword and shield
That one must be rejected, one succeed,

I dar'd the death, unknowing how to yield,
Make him my lord, within whose faithful breast | And, falling in my rank, still kept the field :
Is fixd my image, and who loves me best.

Then let my arms prevail, by thee sustain'd,
But oh! evin that avert! I choose it not,

That Emily by conquest may be gain'd.
But take it as the least unhappy lot.

Have pity on my pains ; nor those unknown
A maid I am, and of thy virgin train;

To Mars, which, when a lover, were his own.
Oh, let me still that spotless name retain!

Venus, the public care of all above,
Frequent the forests, thy chaste will obey,

Thy stubborn heart has soften'd into love :
And only make the beasts of chase my prey !" Now by her blandishments and powerful charms,
The flames ascend on either altar clear,

When yielded she lay curling in thy arms,
While thus the blameless maid address d her prayer. Ev'n by thy shame, if shame it may be callid,
When lo! the burning fire that shone so brighi, When Vulcan had thee in his net enthrallid:
Flew off, all sudden, with extinguish'd light, O envied ignominy, sweet disgrace,
And left one altar dark, a liule space,

When every god ihat saw thee wish'd thy place!
Which turn'd self-kindled, and renew'd the blaze; By those dear pleasures, aid my arms in fight,
The other victor-fiame a moment stood,

And make me conquer in my patron's right:
Then fell, and lifeless left th' extinguish'd wood; For I am young, a novice in the trade,
For ever lost, th' irrevocable light

The fool of love, unpractis'd to persuade :
Forsook the blackening coals, and sunk to night: And want the soothing arts that catch the fair,
At either end it whistled as it flew,

But, caught myself, lie struggling in the snare :
And as the brands were green, so dropp'd the dew, And she I love, or laughs at all my pain,
Infected as it fell with sweat of sanguine hue. Or knows her worth too well; and pays me with dis.
The maid from that ill omen turn'd her eyes,

dain.
And with loud shrieks and clamors rent the skies, For sure I am, unless I win in arms,
Vor knew what signified the boding sign, [divine. To stand excluded from Emilia's charms:
But found the powers displeas'd, and fear'd the wrath Nor can my strength avail, unless by thee

Then shook the sacred shrine, and sudden light Endued by force I gain the victory;
Sprung through the vaulted roof, and made the Then for the fire which warm'd thy gen'rous heart,
temple bright.

Pity thy subject's pains, and equal smart.
The power, behold! the power in glory shone, So be the morrow's sweat and labor mine,
By her bent bow and her keen arrows known; The palm and honor of the conquest thine :
The rest, a huntress issuing from the wood,

Then shall the war, and stern debate, and strife
Reclining on her cornel spear she stood.

Immortal, be the business of my life;
Then gracious thus began : “ Dismiss thy fear, | And in thy fane, the dusty spoils among,
And Heaven's unchang'd deerees attentive hear: High on the burnish'd roof, my banner shall be
More powerful gods have torn thee from my side,

hung,
Unwilling to resign, and doom'd a bride:

Rank'd with my champion's bucklers, and below,
The two contending knights are weigh'd above; With arms revers'd, th' achietements of my foe :
One Mars protects, and one the queen of love : | And while these limbs the vital spirit feeds,
But which the man, is in the Thunderer's breast; While day to night, and night to day succeeds,
This he pronounc'd, 'tis he who loves thee best. |Thy smoking altar shall be fat with food
The fire, that once extinct reviv'd again,

Of incense, and the grateful steam of blood ;
Foreshows the love allotted to remain :

Burnt-offerings morn and evening shall be thine ;
Farewell!" she said, and vanish'd from the place; And fires eternal in thy temple shine.
The sheaf of arrows shook, and rattled in the case. The bush of yellow beard, this length of hair,
Aghast at this, the royal virgin stood

Which from my birth inviolate I bear,
Disclaim'd, and now no more a sister of the wood: Guiltless of steel, and from the razor free,
But to the parting goddess thus she pray'd ; Shall fall a plenteous crop, reserv'd for thee.
• Propious still be present to my aid,

So may my arms with victory be blest,
Nor quite abandon your once favor d maid." I ask no more ; let Fate dispose the rest."

The champion ceas'd; there follow'd in the close In Athens, all was pleasure, mirth, and play, A hollow groan: a murmuring wind arose ;

All proper to the spring, and sprightly May, The rings of iron, that on the doors were hung Which every soul inspir'd with such delight, Sent out a jarring sound, and harshly rung; "Twas jesting all the day, and love at night. The bolted gates flew open at the blast,

Heaven smild, and gladded was the heart of man; The storm rush'd in, and Arcite stood aghast : And Venus had the world as when it first began. The flames were blown aside, yet shone they bright, At length in sleep their bodies they compose, Fann'd by the wind, and gave a ruffed light. And dreamt the future fight, and early rose. Then from the ground a scent began to rise,

Now scarce the dawning day began to spring, Sweet-smelling as accepted sacrifice:

As at a signal given, the streets with clamors ring: This omen pleas'd, and as the flames aspire

At once the crowd arose ; confus'd and high With odorous incense Arcite heaps the fire : Ev'n from the Heaven was heard a shouting cry, Nor wanted hymus to Mars, or heathen charms : For Mars was early up, and rous'd the sky. At length the nodding statue clash'd his arms, The gods came downward to behold the wars, And with a sullen sound and feeble cry,

Sharpening their sights, and leaning from their stars Half sunk, and half pronounc'd, the word of victory. The neighing of the generous horse was heard, For this, with soul devout, he thank'd the god, For battle by the busy groom prepar'd, And, of success secure, return'd to his abode. Rustling of harness, rattling of the shield,

These vows thus granted, raised a strife above, Clattering of armor, furbish'd for the field. Betwixt the god of war, and queen of love.

Crowds to the castle mounted up the street, She granting first, had right of time to plead : Battering the pavement with their coursers' feet: But he had granted too, nor would recede.

The greedy sight might there devour the gold Jove was for Venus; but he fear'd his wife, Of glittering arms, too dazzling to behold: And seem'd unwilling to decide the strife :

And polish'd steel that cast the view aside, Till Saturn from his leaden throne arose,

And crested morions, with their plumy pride. And found a way the difference to compose: Knights, with a long retinue of their squires, Though sparing of his grace, to mischief bent, In gaudy liveries march, and quaint auires. He seldom does a good with good intent.

One lac'd ihe helm, another held the lance, Wayward, but wise; by long experience taught A third the shining buckler did advance. To please both parties, for ill ends, he sought; The courser paw'd the ground with restless feet, For this advantage age from youth has won, And snorting foam'd, and champ'd the golden bit. As not to be outridden, though outrun.

The smiths and armorers on palfreys ride, By fortune he was now to Venus trin'd,

Files in their hands, and hammers at their side, And with stern Mars in Capricorn was join'd: And nails for loosen'd spears, and thongs for shields Of him disposing in his own abode,

provide. He sooth'd the goddess while he gull'd the god : The yeomen guard the streets, in seemly bands, “Cease, daughter, to complain, and stint the strife; And clowns come crowding on, with cudgels in Thy Palamon shall have his promis'd wife :

their hands. And Mars, the lord of conquest, in the fight

The trumpets, next the gate, in order plac'd, With palm and laurel shall adorn his knight. Attend the sign to sound the martial blast; Wide is my course, nor turn I to my place

The palace-yard is filled with floating tides, Till length of time, and move with tardy pace. And the last comers bear the former to the sides. Man feels me, when I press th' ethereal plains, The throng is in the midst; the common crew My hand is heavy, and the wound remains.

Shut out, the hall admits the better few; Mine is the shipwreck, in a watery sign;

In knots they stand, or in a rank they walk, And in an earthy, the dark dungeon mine.

Serious in aspect, earnest in their talk; Cold shivering agues, melancholy care,

Factious, and favoring this or t' other side, And bitter blasting winds, and poison'd air,

As their strong fancy or weak reason guide : Are mine, and wilful death, resulting from despair. Their wagers back their wishes ; numbers hold The throttling quinsy 'tis my star appoints,

With the fair freckled king, and beard of gold : And rheumatisms ascend to rack the joints :

So vigorous are his eyes, such rays they cast, When churls rebel against their native prince, So prominent his eagle's beak is plac'd. I arm their hands, and furnish the pretence; But most their looks on the black monarch bend, And, bousing in the lion's hateful sign,

His rising muscles and his brawn commend; Bought senates and deserting troops are mine. His double-biting ax and beaming spear, Mine is the privy poisoning ; I command

Each asking a gigantic force to rear. Unkindly seasons, and ungrateful land.

All spoke as partial favor mov'd the mind : By me kings' palaces are push'd to ground,

And, safe themselves, at others' cost divin'd. And miners crush'd beneath their mines are found. | Wak'd by the cries, th’ Athenian chief arose, 'Twas I slew Samson, when the pillar'd hall The knightly forms of combat to dispose ; Fell down, and crush'd the many with the fall. And passing through th' obsequious guards, he sate My looking is the fire of pestilence,

Conspicuous on a throne, sublime in state; That sweeps at once the people and the prince. There, for the two contending knights he

he sent: Now weep no more, but trust thy grandsire's art. Arm'd cap-a-piè, with reverence low they bent ; Mars shall be pleas'd, and thou perform thy part. He smild on both, and with superior look "Tis ill, though different your complexions are, Alike their offer'd adoration took. The family of Heaven for men should war." The people press on every side, to see Th' expedient pleas'd, where neither lost his right; Their awful prince, and hear his high decree. Mars had the day, and Venus had the night. Then signing to their heralds with his hand, The management they left to Chronos' care; They gave his orders from their lofty stand. www turn we to th' effect, and sing the war. Silence is thrice enjoin'd; then thus aloud

The king at arms bespeaks the knights and listening From east to west, look all the world around, crowd.

Two troops so match'd were never to be found; * Our sovereign lord has ponder'd in his mind Such bodies built for strength, of equal age, The means to spare the blood of gentle kind; In stature siz'd; so proud an equipage : And of his grace and inborn clemency,

The nicest eye could no distinction make, He modifies his first severe decree,

Where lay th' advantage, or what side to take. The keener edge of battle to rebate,

Thus rang'd, the herald for the last proclaims The troops for honor fighting, not for hate.

A silence, while they answer'd to their names : He wills, not death should terminate their strife; For so the king decreed, to shun the care, And wounds, if wounds ensue, be short of lite : The fraud of musters false, the common bane of war But issues, ere the fight, his dread command, The tale was just, and then the gates were clos'd; That slings afar, and poniards hand to hand, And chief to chief, and troop to troop oppos'd. Be banish'd from the field ; that none shall dare The heralds last retired, and loudly cried, With shorten'd sword to stab in closer war;

The fortune of the field be fairly tried. But in fair combat fight with manly strength,

At this, the challenger with fierce defy Nor push with biting point, but strike at length. His trumpet sounds; the challeng'd makes reply: The journey is allow'd but one career,

With clangor rings the field, resounds the vaulted Of the tough ash, with the sharp grinded spear,

sky. But knights unlors'd may rise from off the plain, Their vizors closed, their lances in the rest, And fight on foot their honor to regain;

Or at the helmet pointed, or the crest; Nor, if at mischief taken, on the ground

They vanish from the barrier, speed the race,
Be slain, but prisoners to the pillar bound,

And spurring see decrease the middle space.
At either barrier plac'd ; nor (captives made) A cloud of smoke envelops either host,
Be freed, or arm'd anew the fight invade.

And all at once the combatants are lost:
The chief of either side, bereft of life,

Darkling they join adverse, and shock unseen, Or yielded to his foe, concludes the strife.

Coursers with coursers justling, men with men:
Thus dooms the lord: now valiant knights and young As laboring in eclipse, awhile they stay,
Fighi each his fill with swords and maces long." Till the next blast of wind restores the day.
The herald ends: the vaulted firmament

They look anew : the beauteous form of fight
With loud acclaims and vast applause is rent: Is chang'd, and war appears a grisly sight.
* Heaven guard a prince so gracious and so good, Two troops in fair array one moment show'd,
So just, and yet so provident of blood !".

The next, a field with fallen bodies strow'd:
This was the general cry. The trumpets sound, Not half the number in their seats are found,
And warlike symphony is heard around.

But men and steeds lie groveling in the ground. The marching troops through Athens take their way, The points of spears are stuck within the shield, The great earl-marshal orders their array.

The steeds without their riders scour the field. The fair from high the passing pomp behold; The knights unhors'd, on foot renew the fight; A min of flowers is from the windows roll’d. The gliutering falchions cast a gleaming light: The casements are with golden tissue spread, Hauberks and helms are hew'd with many a wound And horses' hoofs, for earth, on silken tapestry tread; Out spins the streaming blood, and dyes the ground. The king goes midmost, and the rivals ride

The mighty maces with such haste descend, In equal rank, and close his either side.

They break the bones, and make the solid armor bend, Nert after these, there rode the royal wife,

This thrusts amid the throng with furious force; With Emily, the cause and the reward of strife. Down goes, at once, the horseman and the horse : The following cavalcade, by three and three, That courser stumbles on the fallen steed, Proceed by titles marshall'd in degree.

And, foundering, throws the rider o'er his head. Thus through the southern gate they take their way, One rolls along, a foot-ball to his foes; And at the list arriv'd ere prime of day.

One with a broken truncheon deals his blows. There, parting from the king, the chiefs divide, This halting, this disabled with his wound, And, wheeling east and west, before their many ride. In triumph led, is to the pillar bound, Th' Athenian monarch mounts his throne on high, Where by the king's award he must abide : And after him the queen and Emily:

There goes a captive led on t'other side. Next these the kindred of the crown are grac'd By fits they cease; and, leaning on the lance, With nearer seats, and lords by ladies plac'd : Take breath awhile, and to new fight advance. Scarce were they seated, when, with clamors loud, Full oft the rivals met, and neither spar'd In rushed at once a rude promiscuous crowd; His utmost force, and each forgot to ward. The guards and then each other overbear,

The head of this was to the saddle bent, And in a moment throng the spacious theatre. The other backward to the crupper sent: Now chang'd the jarring noise to whispers low, Both were by turns unhors'd; the jealous blows As winds forsaking seas more softly blow;

Fall thick and heavy, when on foot they close. When at the western gate, on which the car So deep their falchions bite, that every stroke Is plac'd aloft, that bears the god of war,

Pierc'd to the quick; and equal wounds they gave Proud Arcite entering armo'd before his train,

and took. Stops at the barrier, and divides the plain.

Borne far asunder by the tides of men, Red was his banner, and display'd abroad,

Like adamant and steel they meet again. The bloody colors of his patron god.

So when a tiger sucks the bullock's blood, At that self moment enters Palamon

A famish'd lion, issuing from the wood, The gate of Venus, and the rising-sun;

Roars lordly fierce, and challenges the food. Wav'd by the wanton winds, his banner flies, Each claims possession, neither will obey, All maiden white, and shares the people's oyes. | But both their paws are fastend on the preyi

They bite, they tear; and while in vain they strive, Forward he flew, and, pitching on his head, The swains como arm'd between, and both to dis. He quiver'd with his feet, and lay for dead. tance drive.

Black was his count'nance in a little space, At length, as Fate foredoom'd, and all things tend For all the blood was gather'd in his face. By course of time to their appointed end ;

Telp was at hand : they rear'd him from the ground, So when the Sun to west was far declin'd,

And from his cumbrous arms his limbs unbound; And both afresh in mortal battle join'd,

Then lanc'd a vein, and watch'd returning breath; The strong Emetrius came in Arciie's aid,

It came, but clogg'd with symptoms of his death. And Palamon with odds was overlaid :

The saddle-bow, the noble parts had prest,
For, turning short, he struck with all his might All bruis'd and mortified his manly breast.
Full on the helmet of th' unwary knight.

Him süll entranc'd, and in a litter laid,
Deep was the wound; he stagger'd with the blow, They bore from field, and to his bed convey'd.
And turn'd him to his unexpected foe;

At length he wak'a, and, with a feeble cry,
Whom with such force he struck, he felld him down, The word he first pronounc'd was Emily.
And cleft the circle of his golden crown.

Meantime the king, though inwardly he mourn'd, Bit Arcite's men, who now prevail'd in fight, In pomp triumphant to the town return'd, Twice ten at once surround the single knight: Attended by the chiefs who fought the field O'erpowerd, at length, they force him to the ground, (Now friendly mix'd, and in one trop compelled); Unyielded as he was, and to the pillar bound; Compos'd his looks to counterfeited cheer, And king Lycurgus, while he fought in vain

And bade them not for Arcite's life to fear. llis friend to free, was lumbled on the plain. But that which gladded all the warrior-train, Who now laments but Palamon, compellid

Though most was sorely wounded, none were slain. No more to try the fortune of the field !

The surgeons soon despoild them of their arms. And, worse than death, to view with hateful eyes And some with salves they cure, and some with His rival's conquest, and renounce the prize!

charms; The royal judge, on his tribunal placu,

Foment the bruises, and the pains assuage, (of age. Who had beheld the fight from first to last,

And heal their inward hurts with sovereign drarights Bad cease the war; pronouncing from on high, The king in person visits all around, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily Comforts the sick, congratulates the sound; The sound of trumpeis to the voice replied,

lionors the princely chiefs, rewards the rest, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, And holds for thrice three days a royal feast. “ Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride." None was disgrac'd; for falling is no shame; The people rend the skies with vast applause; And cowardice alone is loss of fame. All own the chief, when Fortune owns the cause. The venturous knight is from the saddle thrown, Arcite is own'd ev'n by the gods above,

But 'tis the fault of Fortune, not his own : And conquering Mars insulis the queen of love. If crowds and palms the conquering side adorn, So laugh'd he, when the righiful Titan faild, The victor under better stars was born: And Jove's usurping arms in Heaven prevail'd : The brave man sccks not popular applause, Laugh'd all the powers who favor tyranny;

Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause ; And all the standing army of the sky.

Unsham'd, though foild, he does the best he can, But Venus with dejected eyes appears,

Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.
And, weeping, on the lists distill'd her tears; Thus Theseus smild on all with equal grace;
Her will resus'd, which grieves a woman most, And each was set according to his place.
And, in her champion foild, the cause of Love is with ease were reconcil'd the differing parts,
lost.

For envy never dwells in noble hearts.
Till Saturn said, “Fair daughter, now be still, At length they took their leave, the time expir'd,
The blustering fool has satisfied his will;

Well pleas'd, and to their several homes reurd. His boon is given; his knight has gain'd the day, Meanwhile the health of Arcite still impair; But lost the prize, th' arrears are yet to pay. From bad proceeds to worse, and mocks the leeches Thy hour is come, and mine the care shall be

cares; To please thy knight, and set thy promise free." Swoln is his breast; his inward pains increase,

Now while the heralds run the lists around, All means are usd, and all without success.
And Arcite, Arcite, Heaven and Earth resound; The clotted blood lies heavy on his heart,
A miracle (nor less it could be call'd)

Corrupts, and there remains in spite of art :
Their joy with unexpecied sorrow pall'd.

Nor breathing veins, nor cupping, will prevail ; The victor knight had laid his helm aside,

All outward remedies and inward fail : Part for his ease, the greater part for pride:

The mould of Nature's fabric is destroy'd), Bare-headed, popularly low he bow'd,

ller vessels discompos'd, her virtue void : And paid the salutations of the crowd.

The bellows of his lungs begin to swell, Then, spurring at full speed, ran endlong on All out of frame is every secret cell, Where Theseus sale on his imperial throne; Nor can the good receive, nor bad expel. Furious he drove, and upward cast his eye,

Those breathing organs, thus within opprest, Where next the queen was placed his Emily; With venom soon distend the sinews of his breast. Then passing to the saddle-bow he bent :

Nought profits him to save abandon'd life, A sweet regard the gracious virgin lent

Nor vomit's upward aid, nor downward laxative. (For women, to the brave an easy prey,

The midmost region batter'd and destroy'd, Still follow Fortune where she leads the way): When Nature cannot work, th' effect of Art is void Just then, from earth sprung out a flashing fire, For physic can but mend our crazy state, By Pluto sent, at Saturn's bad desire :

Patch an old building, not a new create. The startling steed was seiz'd with sudden fright, Arcite is doom'd to die in all his pride, And bounding, o'er the pummel cast the knight: Must leave his youth, and yield his beauteous bride,

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