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No failor with the news swell Egypt's pride; | With David then was Israel's peace restor'd;
By what inglorious fate our valiant died ! Crowds mourn'd theirerror, and obey'd their lord.
Weep, Arnon! Jordan, weep thy fountains dry,

Kry 10 Abfalom and Acbitopbel.
While Sion's rock dissolves for a supply.
Calm were the elements, night's silence deep, Abdac!,

General Monk, Duke of
The wavesscarce murinuring, and the winds alleep;

Yet fate for ruin takes fo ftill an hour,

The naine given thro'this
And treach 'rous lands the princely bark devour; Aberbdin,

poem to a Lord ChanThen death unworthy seiz'd a generous race,

cellor in general.
To virtue's scandal, and the fars dilgrace! Absalom,

Duke of Monmouth.
Oh! had th' indulgent pow'rs vouchlaf'd to yield, Achitophel, The Earl of Shaftesbury.
Instead of faithless ihelves, a listed field;


Earl of Mulgrave.
A lifted field of Heaven's and David's foes,

Sir Edmundoury Godfrey.
Fierce as the troops that did his youth oppose;


S Mr. Seymour, Speaker of Each life had on his laughter'd heap retir'd,

the House of Commons. Not tamely and unconquering thus expir'd:

Sir Heneage Finch, Earl But destiny is now their only foe,


of Winchelsea, and And dying e'en o'er that they triuinph ton;

Lord Chancellor. With loud last breaths their master's 'scape applaud, Annabel,

Duchess of Monmouth.
Of whom kind force could scarce the fates defraud; Arod,

Sir William Waller.
Wbo for such followers loft, O matchless mind!

A Character drawn by
At his own safery now almost repin'd!


Tate for Dryden, in the Say, royal Sir, by all your fame in arms,

second part of this poem. Your praise in peace, and by Urania's charms, Balaam,

Earl of Huntingdon.
If all your suff'rings paft fo nearly press'd,



Duke of Ormond.
Or pierc'd with half fo painful grief, your breast: Barzillai
Thus fome diviver Mule her hero forms, Batbfheba,

Duchess of Portsinouth.
Not footh'd with soft delights, but toss'd in forms; Benaiah,

General Sackville.
Nor stretch'd on roles in the myrtle grove,

Ben Jochanan,

Rev. Mr. Sam. Johnson. Nor crowns his days with mirth, his nights with Bezaliel, Duke of Beaufort. love;


Lord Grey.
But far remov'd in thund'ring camps is found, Corah,

Dr. Oates.

Charles II.
His Numbers Ahort, his bed the herblefs ground : David,
In talks of danger always seen the first, Doeg,

Elkanah Settle.
Feeds from the hedge, and flakes with ice his thirk. Egypt,

Long must his patience strive with fortune's rage, Eliab,

Sir Hen. Bennet, Earl of
And long oppoling gods themselves engage;

? Arlington. Must see his country Aame, his friends dettroy'd, Ethnic-Plot, The Popith-Plot. Before the promis'd empire be enjoy'd :

The Land of Exile, more Such toil of fate must build a man of fame,


particularly Brussels, And such to Israel's crown, the .godlike David

where King Charles II.

long resided.
What sudden beams dispel the clouds so fast, Hebron,

Whose drenching rains laid allour vineyards warte! Hebrew Priests, The Ch. of Engl. Clergy.
The spring so far behind her course delay'd, Helon,

Earl of Feversham.
On th' instant is in all her bloom array'd;


Hyde, Earl of Rochester.
The winds breathe low, the element ferene ; Jebuftes,

Yet mark what motion in the wares is scen! Jerufalem, London.
Throaging and busy as Hyblæn (warms, Jews,

Or ftraggled soldiers summon'd to their arms. Jonas,

Sir William Jones.
See where the princely bark in loosest pride, Jordan,

With all her guardian fleet, adorns the tide ! Yoibam,

Marquis of Hallifax.
High on her deck the royal lovers ftand, Forbran,

Lord Darmouth,
Our crimes to pardon ere he touch'd our land. Ibbofherb, Richard Cromwell.
Welcome to Israel and to David's breast !


Here all your toils, here all your suff'rings rest. Jacbar, Thomas Thynne, Esq.
This year did Ziloah rule Jerusalem,


Mr. Ferguson, a canting

And boldly all Sedition's syrtes stem.,
Howe'er encumber'd with a viler pair


Sir Robert Clayton.
Than Ziph or Shimei to assist the chair; Mepbibofcib, Pordage.
Yet Ziloah's loyal labours so prevaild,


Qucen Catharine.
That faction at the next election fail'd; Nadab,

Lord Howard of Escrick,
When ev'n the common cry did justice found, Og,

And merit by the multitude was crown'd :





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King of France,

At his approach they raist a rueful cry, (high, Rahsheka, Sir Thomas Player.

And beat their breasts, and held their hands on * Sagan of Jerusalem, Dr. Compton, Bp. of Lond. Creeping and crying, till they seiz'd at last Sanbedrin, Parliament.

His courser's bridle, and his feet embrac'd. Saul, Oliver Cromwell.

Tell me, said Theseus, what and whence you Shinei,

Sheriff Bethel. Sheva,

Sir Roger Lestrange. And why this fun'ral pageant you prepare ? Solymean Roul, London Rebels.

Is this the welcome of my worthy deeds,

To meet my triumph in ill-omen'd weeds?
Jack Hall.

Or envy you my praise, and would destroy Sancroft, Archbishop of With grief my pasures, and pollute my joy? ? Canterbury.

Or are you injur'd, and demand relief A Member of the House Name your request, and I will ease your grief. Zaken, of Commons.

The most in years of all the mourning train Zimri, Villiers, D. of Buckingham. Began (but fivooned first away

for pain); Ziloab, Sir John Moor.

Then scarce recover'd spoke: Nor envy we

Thy great renown, nor grudge thy victory: § 28. Palamon and Arcite; or, the Knight's

'Tis thine, O king, th'afficted to redress, Tale. DRYDEN.

And fame has fill'd the world with thy success :
We wretched women fue for that alone,

Which of thy goodness is refus’d to none; IN days of old, there livid, of mighty fame, Let fall some drops of pity on our grief,

A valiant prince, and Theseus was his naine : If what we beg be just, and we deserve relief: A chi f who more in feats of arms excell'd For none of us, who now thy grace implore, The rising nor the setting fun beheld.

But held the rank of sov'reign queen before ; Of Athens he was lord ; much land he won, Till, thanks to giddy chance, which never bears And added foreign countries to his crown. That mortal bliss thould last for length of years, In Scythia with the warrior queen he strove, She cast us headlong from our high cftate; Whom fist by force he conquer'd, then by love; And here in hope of thy return we wait: Uc brought in triumph back the beauteous dame, And long have waited in the temple nigh, With whom her sister, fair Emilia, came. Built to the gracious goddess Clemency. With honour to his home let Theseus ride, But rev'rence thou the pow'r whose name it bears, With love to friend, and fortune for his guide, Relieve th’opprest, and wipe the widow's tears. And his victorious army at his side.

I, wretched 1, have other fortune feen, I pass their warlike pomp, their proud array,

The wite of Capancus, and once a queen: Their thouts, their songs, their welcome on the At Thebes he fell; curs be the fatal day! Way :

And all the rest thou seest in this array, But, were it not too long, I would recite To make their moan, their lords in battle loft The feats of Amazons, the fatal tight Before that town beleg'd by our confed’rate hoft: Detwixt the hardy queen and hero knight; But Creon, old and impious, who commands The town befog'd, and how much blood it cost The Theban city, and ulurps the lands, The female army and th' Athenian hoit; Denies the rites of funéral fircs to rbote The spoutals of Ilippolita the queen ;

Whofe breathless bodics vet he calls his foes. What tilts and turneys at the feast were seen; Unburn'd, unburied, on a bcap they lie; The storm at their return, the ladies' fcar: Such is their fate, and such his tyranny; But there, and other things, I must forbear. Ny friend has leave to bear away the dead, The field is fpacious I delign to fow,

But with their lifclefs limbs his bounds are fod. With oxen far unfit to draw the plough; At this the firick'd aloud; the rouratul train The remnant of my tale is of a length

Echoed her grief, and grov'ling on the plain, To tire your parience, and to waste my strength; With groans, and hands upheld, to move his mind, And trivial accidents fhill be forborne, Befought his pity to their helpless kind ! That others may have time to take their turn; The prince was touchd, his tears began to flow, As was at first enjoin'd us by mine hoft, And, as his tender heart would break in two, That he whole tale is best, and plealus molt, He figid; and could not but their fate deplore, Should win his fupper at our common coft. So wretched now, so fortunate before.

And therefore where I left I will pursue Then lightly from his lofty steed lie Rew, This ancient story, whether false or true, And raising one by one the suppliant crew, In hope it may be mended with a new'.

To comfort each, full solemnly he fivore, The prince I mention'], full of high renown, That by the faith which knights to ly this array drew near th’ Athenian town;

bore, When in his pomp and utinoft of his pride, And whate'er else to chivalry belongs, Marching he chanc'd to cait his


aside, He would not cease, till he reveng'd their wrongs: And saw a ciroir of mourning dames, who lay ThatGreece should see perform d what he declar'd; by two and two across the common way: And cruel Croon find his just reward.





He said no more, but, shunning all delay, But in a tow'r, and never to be loos'd,
Rode on, nor enter'd Athens on his way : The woeful captive kinimen are inclos’d.
But left his sister and his qucen behind, Thus year by year they pass, and day by day,
And wav'd his royal banner in the wind : Till once, 'twas on the morn of cheerful May,
Where in an argent field the god of war The young Emilia, fairer to be seen
Was drawn triumphant on his iron car :

Than the fair lily on the flow'ry green, ? Red was his sword, and thield, and whole attire ; More fresh than May herself in blossoms new,

And all the godhead seem'd to glow with fre; For with the roly colour strove her hue,
E’en the ground glitter'd where the standard Hew, Wak'd, as her custom was, before the day
And the green grass was dyed to sanguine hue. To do th'observance due to sprightly May:
High on his pointed lance his pennon bore For fprightly May commands our youth to keep
His Cretan fight, the conquer'd Minotaur ; The vigils of her night, and breaks their fluggard
The soldiers thout around with gen'rous rage,

And in that victory their own prefage.

Each gentle breast with kindly warmth she moves; He prais'd their ardour, inly pleas'd to see Inspires new fames, revives extinguish'd loves. His host the flow'r of Grecian chivalry. In this remembrance Emily ere day All day he march’d, and all th' ensuing night; Arote, and dress d herfelf in rich array ; And saw the city with returning light. Fresh as the month, and as the morning fair, The procets of the war I need not tell,

Adown her thoulders fell her length of hair : How Theseus conquer'd, and how Creon fell; A ribband did the braided trelles bind, Or after, how by storm the walls were won, The rest was loose, and wanton'd in the wind : Or how the victor fack'd and burn'd the towng Aurora had but newly chas'd the night, How to the ladies he restored again

And purp!ed o'er the sky with blushing light, The bodies of their lords in battle Nain ; When to the garden walk the took her way, And with what ancient rites they were interr'd: To sport and trip along in cool of day, All these to fitter times shall be deferr’d. And offer maiden vows in honour of the May. I spare the widows' tears, their woeful cries, At ev'ry turn she made a little stand, And howling at their husbands' obfequies ; And thruit among the thorns her lily hand How Theseus at these fun'rals did atlilt, To draw the role; and ev'ry rose the drew, And with what gifts the mourning dames dismiss d. She shook thc stalk, and bruth'd away the dew :

Thus when the victor chief had Creon llain, Then party-colour'd how’rs of white and red And conquer'd Theb he pitch'd upon the plain She wove, to make a garland for her head : His mighty camp, and, when the day re:urn'd, This done, the sung and carol'd out lo clear, The country watted, and the hamlets burn'd; That men and angeis imight rejoice to hear : And left the pillagers, to rapine bred,

Ev'n wond'ring Philomel forgot to sing ; Without controul to strip and spoil the dead. And learn d from her to welcome-in the spring.

There, in a heap of Nain, among the rest, The tow'r, of which before was mention made, Two youthful knights they found, beneath a load Within whole keep the captive knights were opprest

laid, Of Naughter'd foes, whom first to death they sent, Built of a large extent and strong withal, The trophies of their strength, a bloody monument. Was one partition of the palace wall: Both fair, and both of royal blood they feemd, The garden was inclos'd within the square, Whom kinfinen to the crown the heralds deemd ;| Where young Emilia tock the morning air. That day in equal arms they fought for fame; It happen d Palamon, the pris'ner knight, Their livords, their shields, their surcoats, were Restless for woc, arose before the light, the same.

And, with his jailor's leave, defir'd to breathe Close by each other laid, they press d the ground, An air more wholesome than the damps beneath. Their manly bosoms pierc'd with many a grielly This granted, to the tow'r he took his way, wound;

Cheer'd with the promise of a glorious day : Nor well alive, nor wholly dead, they were, Then caft a languishing regard around, But some faint signs of feeble life appear : And saw with hateful eyes the temples crown'd The wand'ring breath was on the wing to part, With golden spires, and all the hottile ground. Weak was the pulse, and hardly heav'd the heart He fighd, and turn’d his eyes, because to kno These two were fitters' fons; and Arcite one, 'Twas but a larger gaol he had in view : Much fam'd in fields, with valiant Palamon. Then look'd below, and from the castle's height From these their coftly arms the spoilers rent; Beheld a nearer and more pleasing light: And softly both convey'd to Theseus' tent : The garden, which before he had not leen, Whom known of Creon's line, andcur'd with care, in spring's new liv'ry clad of white and green, He to his city sent as pris'ners of the war, Freih flow'rs in wide parterres, and thady Hopeless of ransom, and condeinn'd to lie

walks between. In durance, doom'd a ling'ring death to die. This view'd, but not enjoyd, with arms across This donc, he march'd away with warlike found, He stood, reflecting on his country's loss; And to his Athens turn'd with laurels crown'd, Himself an object of the public 1corn, Where happy long he liv'd, much lov'd and And often with d he never had been born. more renown'd.


At last, for lo his destiny requir'd,

Have we not plighted each our holy oath, With walking giddy, and with thinking tir’d, That one should be the common good of both He through a little window cast his sight, One soul should both inspire, and neither prove Though thick of bars, that gave a scanty light: His fellow's hindrance in pursuit of love ? But ev’n that glimm'ring

serv'd him to descry To this before the gods we gave our hands, Th'inevitable charms of Emily. [iinart, And nothing but our death can break the bands.

Scarce had he seen, but, féiz'd with ludden This binds thee, then, to further my design, Stung to the quick, he felt it at his heart ; As I am bound by vow to further thine : Struck blind with overpow'ring light he food, Vor canft, nor dar'ít thou, traitor, on the plain Then started back amaz'd, and cried aloud. Approach my honour, or thine own maintain,

Young Arcite heard ; and up he ran with haste, Since thou art of my council, and the friend To help his friend, and in his arms embrac'd; Whose faith I trust, and on whose care depend : And alk'd him why he book'd so deadly wan, And wouldnt thou court my lady's love, which I And whence and how his change of cheer began? Much rather than release would choose to die? Or who had done th’offence? But if, faid he, But thou, false Arcite, nerer shalt obtain Your grief alone is hard captivity,

Thy bad pretence : I told thee first my pain; For love of heaven, with paticnce undergo For first my love began ere thine was born : A cureless ill, since fate will have it fo : Thou, as my counsel and my brother sworn, So stood our horoscope in chains to lie,

Art bound t' affist my eldership of right, And Saturn in the dungeon of the sky,

Or justly to be deem'd a perjur'd knight. Or other baleful aspect, ruld our birth,

Thus Palamon; but Årcite with disdain, When all the friendly fars were under earth : In haughty language, thus replied again : Whate'er betides, by destiny 'tis done; Forsworn thyself; the traitor's odious name And better bear, like men, than vainly seek to I first return, and then disprove thy claim.

Nor of my bonds, said Palamon again, [lhun. If love be passion, and that patsion nurs’d Nor of unhappy planets, I complain;

With strong desires, I lov'd the lady first. But when my mortal anguish caus'd my cry, Canst thou pretend desire, whom zeal inflam'd That moment I was hurt through either eye; To worship, and a pow'r celestial nam'd? Pierc'd with a random shaft, I faint away, Thine was devotion to the blest above; And perish with insensible decay :

I saw the woman, and defir'd her love; A glance of some new goddess gave the wound, First own'd my passion, and to thee commend Whom, like Acteon, unaware I found.

Th'important secret, as my chosen friend. Look how the walks along yon thady space, Suppose (which yet I grant not) thy desire Not Juno moves with more majestic grace; A moment elder than my rival fire; And all the Cyprian queen is in her face. Can chance of seeing firit thy title prove ! If thou art Venus (for thy charms confess And know'st thou not, no law is made for love! That face was form'd in heaven, nor art thou less; Law is to things which to free choice relate; Disguis'd in habit, undisguis'd in shape) Love is not in our choice, but in our fate; O help us captives from our chains to 'scape; Laws are but positive ; love's pow'r we sec But if our doom be pass’d in bonds to lie Is Nature's fanction, and her first decree. For life, and in a loathsome dungeon die, Each day we break the bond of huinan laws Then be thy wrath appeas'd with our disgrace, For love, and vindicate the common cause. And show compassion to the Theban race, Laws for defence of civil rights are plac'd ; Oppress’d by tyrant pow'r! While yet he spoke, Love throws the fences down, and makes a gen’ral Arcite on Emily had fix'd his look;

waste : The fatal dart a ready passage found,

Maids,widows, wives withour distinction fall;[all. And deep within his heart infix'd the wound: The sweeping deluge, Love, comes on, and covers So that if Palamon were wounded forc,

If then the laws of friendship I transgress, Arcite was hurt as much as hc, or more : I keep the greater, while I break the lefs; Then from his inmost soul he figh'd, and said, And both are mad alike,fince neither can possess. The beauty I beheld has struck me dead : Both hopeless to be ransom'd, never more Unknowingly she strikes, and kills by chance; To see the sun, but as he passes o'er. Poison is in her eyes, and death in ev'ry glance. Like Æsop's hounds contending for the bone, O, I must alk; nor alk alone, but move Each pleaded right, and would be lord alone: Her mind to mercy, or must die for love. The fruitless fight continued all the day;

Thus Arcite: and thus Palamon replies A cur came by, and snatch'd the prize away. (Eager his tone, and ardent were his eyes) : As courtiers therefore justle for a grant, [want, Speak it thou in earnest, or in jefting vain : And when they break their friendship plead their Jefting, said Arcite, suits but ill with pain. So thou, if fortune will thy suit advance, It suits far worse (said Palamon again,

Love on, nor envy me my equal chance : And bent his brows), with men who honour weigh, For I must love, and am resolv'd to try Their faith to break, their friendship to betray; My fate, or, failing in th' adventure, die. But worst with thee of noble lineage born, Great wastheir strife, which hourly was renew'd, My kirvinin, and in arms my brother lworn. Till each with mortal hate his rival view'd :



Now friends no more, nor walking hand in hand, Then farewell youth, and all the joys that dwell
But when they met they made a lurly Itand; With youth and life, and life itself farewell.
And glar'd like angry lions as they pass'd, But why, alas ! do mortal men in vain
And with'd that ev'ry look might be their last. Of fortune, fate, or providence complain?

It chanc'd at length, Pirithous came t' attend God gives us what he knows our wants require,
This worthy Theleus, his familiar friend; And better things than those which we desire:
Their love in early infancy began,

Some pray for riches, riches they obtain;
And rose as childhood ripen'd into man. But, watch'd by robbers, for their wealth are sain:
Companions of the war; and lov'd so well, Some pray from prison to be freed; and come,
That when one died; as ancient stories tell, When guilty of their vows, to fall at home;
His fellow to redeem him went to hell.

Murder'd by those they trusted with their life,
But to pursue my tale ; to welcome home A favour’a fervant, or a bosom wife.
His warlike brother is Pirithous come ;

Such dear-bought blessings happen ev'ry day,
Arcite of Thebes was known in arms long fince, Because we know not for what things to pray.
And honour'd by this young Thessalian prince. Like drunken sots about the street we roam:
Theseus, to gratify his friend and guest,

Well knows the sot he has a certain home ;
Who made our Arcite's freedom his request, Yet knows not how to find th' uncertain place,
Restor`d to liberty the captive knight,

And blunders on, and staggers ev'ry pace.
But on these hard conditions I recite :

Thus all seek happiness, but few can find :
That if hereafter Arcite should be found For far the greater part of men are blind.
Within the compass of Athenian ground, This is my case, who thought our utmost good
By day or night, or on whate'er pretence, Was in one word of freedom understood :
His head should pay the forfeit of th' offence. The fatal blessing came: from prison free,
To this Pirithous for his friend agreed, I starve abroad, and lose the light of Emily.
And on his promise was the pris’ner freed. Thus Arcite : but if Arcite thus deplore

Unpleas'd and penfive hence he takes his way, His fuff'rings, Palamon yet suffers more.
At his own peril; for his life must pay. For when he knew his rival freed and gone,
Who now but Arcite mourns his bitter fate, He swells with wrath, he makes outrageous moan:
Finds his dear purchase, and repents too late ? He frets, hefumes, he stares, he stamps the ground;
What have I gain d, he faid, in prison pent, The hollow tow'r with clamours rings around :
If I but change my bonds for banishment ? With briny tears he bath'd his fetter'd feet,
And, banith d from her sight, I suffer more And dropp'd all o'er with agony of sweat.
In freedom, than I felt in bonds before ; Alas! he cried, I wretch in prison pine,
Forc'd from her presence, and condemn’d to love: Too happy rival, while the fruit is thine:
Unwelcome freedom, and unthank'd reprieve ! Thou liv'lt at large, thou draw'st thy native air,
Heaven is not but where Emily abides ; Pleas'd with thy freedom, proud of my despair :
And where she's absent, all is hell besides. Thou mayst, since thou hast youth and courage
Next to my day of birth was that accurs’d, A sweet behaviour, and a solid mind, [join'd,
Which bound my friendship to Pirithous first: Afsemble ours and all the Theban race,
Had I not known that prince, I still had been To vindicate on Athens thy disgrace ;
In bondage, and had till Emilia seen:

And after, by some treaty made, possess
For though I never can her grace deserve, Fair Einily, the pledge of lasting peace.
'Tis recompense enough to lee and serve. So thine Mall be the beauteous prize, while I
o Palamon, my kinsinan and my friend, Must languish in despair, in prison die.
How much more happy fates thy love attend ! Thus all th' advantage of the strife is thine ;
Thine is th' adventure, thine the vi&tory; Thy portion double joys, and double sorrows mine.
Well has thy fortune turn'd the dice for thee : The rage of jealousy then fir'd his soul,
Thou on that angel's face mayst feed thine eyes, And his face kindled like a burning cual :
In prison-no-but blissful paradise!

Now cold Despair, succeeding in her stead,
Thou daily feest that fun of beauty shine, To livid paleness turns the glowing red.
And lov'ft' at least in love's extremeft line. Yis blood, scarce liquid, creeps within his veins,
I mourn in absence, love's eternal night; Like water which the freezing wind constrains.
And who can tell but, since thou hast her fight, Then thus he said : Eternal Deities,
And art a comely, young, and valiant knight, Who rule the world with absolute decrees,
Fortune (a various pow's) may cease to frown, And write whatever time shall bring to pass,
And by some ways unknown thy wishes crown: With pens of adamant, on plates of brass;
But I, the most forlorn of human kind,

What, is the race of human kind your care
Nor help can hope, nor remedy can find ; Beyond what all his fellow-creatures are ?
But, doom'd to drag my loathsome life in care, He with the rest is liable to pain;
For my reward, must end it in despair.

And like the sheep, his brother-beast, is slain.
Fire, water, air, and earth, and force of fates Cold, hunger, prisons, ills without a cure,
That governs all, and Heaven that all creates, All these he must, and guiltlefs oft, endure ;
Nor art, nor nature's hand, can ease my grief; Or does your justice, pow'r, or prescience fail
Nothing but death, the wretch's last relief: When the good fuffer, and the bad prevail?


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