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No failor with the news swell Egypt's pride; | With David then was Israel's peace restor'd;
Kry 10 Abfalom and Acbitopbel.
General Monk, Duke of
The naine given thro'this
poem to a Lord ChanThen death unworthy seiz'd a generous race,
cellor in general.
Duke of Monmouth.
Earl of Mulgrave.
Sir Edmundoury Godfrey.
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.
Sir William Waller.
A Character drawn by
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.
Duke of Ormond.
Duchess of Portsinouth.
Rev. Mr. Sam. Johnson. Nor crowns his days with mirth, his nights with Bezaliel, Duke of Beaufort. love;
Sir Hen. Bennet, Earl of
? 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.
Earl of Feversham.
Hyde, Earl of Rochester.
Sir William Jones.
Marquis of Hallifax.
Sir Robert Clayton.
Lord Howard of Escrick,
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?
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 :
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,
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,
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
It chanc'd at length, Pirithous came t' attend God gives us what he knows our wants require,
Some pray for riches, riches they obtain;
Murder'd by those they trusted with their life,
Such dear-bought blessings happen ev'ry day,
Well knows the sot he has a certain home ;
And blunders on, and staggers ev'ry pace.
Thus all seek happiness, but few can find :
Unpleas'd and penfive hence he takes his way, His fuff'rings, Palamon yet suffers more.
And after, by some treaty made, possess
Now cold Despair, succeeding in her stead,
What, is the race of human kind your care
And like the sheep, his brother-beast, is slain.