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The other vi&tor-flame a moment fiood, Now by her blandishments and pow'rful charms,
Then fell, and lifeless left th’extinguish'd wood; When yielded the lay curling in thy arms,
For ever lost, th’irrevocable light

E’en by thy shame, it shame it may be callid,
Forsook the black’ning coals, and sunk to night : When Vulcan had thee in his net enthrallid;
At either end it whistled as it fiew, (dew; O envy'd ignominy, lucet disgrace,
And as the brands were green, so dropp'd the When ev'ry God that saw thee wilh'd thy place!
Infected as it fell with sweat of fanguine hue. By those dear pleasures, aid my arms in fight,

The maid from that ill omen turn'd her eyes, And make me conquer in my patron's right : And with loud fhritks and clamours rent the skies, For I am young, a novice in the trade, Nor knew what fignily'd the boding tign, The fool of love, unpractis'd to persuade : Butfound the pow'rsditpleas’d, and fear’d thewrath And want the foothing arts that catch the fair, divine.

But, caught myself, lie struggling in the fnare : Then shook the sacred shrine, and sudden light And she I love, or laughs at all my pain, Sprung through the vaulted roof, and made the Or knows her worth too well, and pays me with temple bright.

For sure I am, unless I win in arms, [disdain. The pow'r, behoid ! the pow'r in glory shone, | To stand excluded from Emilia's charis : Bvher bent bow and her keen arrows known; Nor can my strength avail, unless by thee The rest, a huntress iiluing from the wood, Endu'd by force, I gain the victory; Reclining on her cornel (pear she stood.

Then for the fire which warm'd thy gen'rous Then gracious thus began : Diliniís thy fear, Pity thy subject's pains and equal sinart. [heart, And Heav'n's unchang'ddecrees attentive hear : So be the morrow's sweat and labour inine ; More pow'rful Gods havetorn thee from my side, The palm and honor of the conquest thine : Unwilling to resign, and doom'd a bride : Then shall the war, and stern debate, and strife The two contending knights are weigh'd above; Immortal, be the business of my life ; One Mars protects, and one the Queen of Love : And in thy fane, the dusty spoils among, Chung: But which the man, is in the Thund'rer's breast; High on the burnish'd roof, my banners Thall be This he pronounc'd, 'tis he who loves thee beít. Rank'd with my champion's bucklers, and below, The fire that once extinct reviv'd again, With arms revers'd, th’atchievements of my foe : Forelhews the love allotted to remain :

And while these limbs the vital spirit feeds, Farewell ! the said, and vanish’d from the place; While day to night, and night to day succeeds, The sheaf of arrows Thook, and raul'd in the cate. Thy finoking altar shall be fat with food Aghaft at this, the royal virgin food,

Of incense, and the grateful fteam of blood; Disclaiin'd, and now no more a fiftcrofthe wood; Burnt-off'rings morn and ev’ning shall be thine

i But to the parting Goddess thus the pray'd; And fires eternal in thy temple thine. Propitious still be present to my aid,

The bush of yellow beard, this length of hair, Nor quite abandon your once favour'd inaid. Which from iny birth inviolate I bear, Then righing the return’d; but finil'd betwixt, Guiltless of steel, and from the razor free, With hopes and fears, and joys with sorrows mixt. Shall fall a plenteous crop, reserv'd for thee. The next returning planetary hour

So may my arms with victory be blest, Of Mars, who shar'd the heptarchy of pow'r, I ask no more ; let fate dispose the rest. His steps bold Arcite to the temple bent,

The champion ceas'd; there follow'd in the close T'auore with Pagan rites the pow'r armipotent: A hollow groan : a murm’ring wind arose ; Then proftrate, low before his altar lay, The rings of iron, that on the doors were hung, Andrais’d his manly voice, and ihus began to pray: Sent out a jarring sound, and harshly rung: Strong God of Arms, whose iron sceptre fways The bolted gates Aew open at the blast, The freezing North, and Hyperborean seas, The storm ruíh'd in, and Arcite stood aghast : And Scythian colds, and Thracia's winter coast, The flames were blown aside, yet thone they Where stand thyfteeds,and thou art honour'dmoft: bright, There most; butev'ry vhc: ethy pow'ris known, Fann'd by the wind, and gave a ruffled light. The fortune of the fight is all thy own:

Then from the ground a fcent began to rise, Terror is thine, and wild amazement, flung Sweet-Imeiling as accepted sacrifice : From out thy chariot, withers ev'n the frong: This omen pleas'd, and as the fames aspire And disarray and thameful rout ensue, With od'rous incense Arcite heaps the tire : And force is added to the fainting crew. Nor wanted hymns to Mars, or heathen charms: Acknowledg'd as thou art, accept my pray'r, At length the nodding statue clash'd his arms, If aught I have archiev'd deferve thy care : And with a tullen sound and feeble cry, story. If to my utmost pow'r with sword and thield Half funk, and half pronounc'd, the word of VicI dar'd the death, unknowing how to yield, For this, with foul devout, he thank'd the God, And, falling in my rauk, still kept the field: And, of succet; secure, return'd to his abode. Then let my arms prevail, by thee fufiain’d, These vows thus granted, rais'd a strife above, That Emily by conquest may be gaivid." Betwixt the God of War and Queen of Love. Have pity on my pains; nor thosc unknown She granting first, had right of time to plead ; To Mars, which, wien a lover, were his own. But he had granted too, nor would recede. Venus, the public care of all above,

Jove was for Venus; but he fear'd his wife, Thy 1tubborn heart has soften’d into love : And seem'ų unwilling to decide the strife ;

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Till Saturn from his leaden throne arose, Rustling of harness, rattling of the shield,
And found a way the diff'rence to compose : Clatt’ring of armour, furbith'd for the field.

Though sparing of his grace, to mischief bent, Crowds to the castle mounted up the street,
He feldom does a good with good intent. Batt'ring the pavement with their coursers fect.
Wayward, but wile ; by long experience taught The greedy fight might there devour the gold
To please both parties, for ill ends, he fought : Of glittring arms, too dazzling to behold;
For this advantage age from youth has won, And polish'd feel that calt the view aside,
As not to be outridden, though outrun.

And crested murions, with their plumy pride. By fortune he was now to Venus trin’d, Knights, with a long retinue of their 'squires, į And with stern Mars in Capricorn was join'd : In gaudy livàries march, and quaint attires. Of him disposing in his own abode,

One lac'd the helm, another held the !ance, He sooth'd the Goddess, while he gull'd the God: A third the shining buckler did advance. Cease, daughter, to complain, and stint the strife; The courser paw'd the ground with restless feet, Thy Palamon shall have his promis'd wife : And Inorting foam'd, and champ'd the golden bit. And Mars, the lord of conquest, in the fight The fmiths and armourers on palfreys ride, With palm and laurel shall adorn his knight. Files in their hands, and hammers at their side, Wide is my course, nor turn I to my place, And nails for loosen'd spears, and thongs for Till length of time, and move with tardy pace.

Thields provide. Man feels me when I press th'etherial plains ; The yeomen guard the streets, in feemly bands ; My hand is heavy, and the wound remains. And clowns come crowding on, with cudgels in Mine is the shipwreck, in a wat’ry fign:

their hands. And in an carthy, the dark dungeon mine. The trumpets, next the gate, in order plac'd, Cold shiv'ring agues, melancholy care,

Attend the lign to found the martial blast; And bitter blasting winds, and poison'd air, The palace-yard is fill'd with floating tides, Are mine, and wilful death, resulting from And the last comers bear the former to the sides. despair.

The throng is in the midft; the common crew The throttling quinsey 'tis my ftar appoints, Shut out, the hall admits the better few; And rheumatisms ascend to rack the joints : In knots they stand, or in a rank they walk, When churls rebel against their native prince, Serious in alpect, earnest in their talk; I arm their hands and furnish the pretence ; Factious, and favouring this or t'other fide, And, housing in the lion's hateful sign, As their strong fancy or wcak reason guide, Bought senates and deserting troops are mine. Their wagers back their wishes ; numbers hold Mine is the privy pois’ning ; I command With the fair freckled king, and beard of gold; Unkindly scafons, and ungrateful land. So vig'rous are his eyes, such rays they calt, By me kings palaces are puth'd to ground, So prominent his eagle's beak is plac'd. And miners crush'd beneath their mines are found. But most their looks on the black monarch bend, 'Twas I New Samson, when the pillar'd hall His rising muscles and his brawn commend ; Fell down, and crush'd the many with the fall. His double-biting axe and beamy spear, My looking is the fire of pestilence,

Each alking a gigantic force to rear. That sweeps at once the people and the prince. All spoke as partial favour mov d the mind; Now weep no more, but trust thy grandfire's art, And, safe themselves, at others coft divin’d. Mars shall be pleas’d, and thou perform thy part. Wak'd by the cries, th’Athenian chief arose, 'Tis ill, though diff'rent your complexions are, The knightly forms of combat to dispose; The family of Heav'n for men thould war. And, palling thro' th’obsequious guards, he fat Th’expedient pleas'd, where neither loft his right; Conspicuous on a throne, fublime in stare ; Mars had the day, and Venus had the night. There, for the two contending knights he sent The management they left to Chronos' care ; Arm'd cap-d-pee, with rev'rence low they bent; Now turn we to th’effect, and sing the war. He smil'd on both, and with superior look,

In Athens all was pleasure, mirth, and play, Alike their offer'd adoration took. All proper to the spring, and Iprightly May; The people press on ev'ry side, to see Which ev'ry foul inspir'd with fiich delight, Their awful prince, and hear his high decree. Twas jesting all the day, and love at night. Then figning to their heralds with his hand, Heav'n smil'd, and gladded was the heart ofinan; They gave his orders from their lofty stand. And Venus had the world as when it first began. Silence is thrice enjoin'd; then thus aloud (crowd: At length in Icep their bodies they compose, Thcking at arms bespeaksthe knights andlittning And dreamt the future night, and early role. Our sov’reign lord has ponder'd in his mind

Now scarce the dawning day began to spring, The means to spare the blood of gentle kind; Asat a signal giv’n, the streets with clamours ring: And of his grace and inborn clemency, At once the crowd arosc; confus'd and high, He modifies his first levere decree! Evin from the Heav’n was heard a shouting cry; The keener edge of battle to rebate, For Mars was early up, ảnd rous'd the sky. The troops for honor fighting, not for hate. The Gods caine downward to behold the wars, He wills not death should terminate their strife; Sharp’ning their sights and leaning from theirstars. And wounds, if wounds ensue, be Phort of life: The neighing of the gen'rous horte was heard, But iflues, ere the fight, his dread command, For battle by the buły groom prepar’d, That fiings afar, and poinards hand to hand,

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war.

Be banish'd from the field, that none fhall dare Thus rang'd, the herald for the laft proces
With thort'ned sword to ftab in closer war; A filence, while they antiver'd to their names:
But in fair coinbat fight with manly strength, For 10 the king decreed, to thun the care,
Nor puth with biting point, but ftrike at length, The fraud of musters false, the common banc et
The tourney is allow'd but one career
of the tough afh, with the sharp grinded spear ; The tale was just, and then the gates were clos'u;
But knights unhors'd may rise from off the plain, And chief to chief, and troop to troop oppos
And fight on foot their honor to regain ; The heralds last retird, and loudly cry'd,
Nor, if at mischief taken, on the ground The fortune of the field be fairly try'd.
Be Nain, but prifoners to the pillar bound, At this, the challenger with fierce defy
At either barrier plac'd; nor (captives made) Histrumpetsounds; the challeng'd makcsreply:
Bc freed, or arm’d anew the fight inrade. With clangor rings the field, resounds the
The chief of either fide, bereft of life,

vaulted sky.
Or yielded to his foe, concludes the strife. (young Their vizors clos’d, their lances in the rest,
Thus dooms the lord: now valiant knights and Or at the helmet pointed, or ihe crest;
Fighe each his fill with swords and maces long. They vanish from the barrier, speed the race,

The herald ends: the vaulted firmament And spurring fee decrease the middle space. With loud acclaim and vast applause is rent, A cloud of smoke envelops cither boft, Heav’n guard a prince so gracious and so good, And all at once the combatants are loft: So just, and yet so provident of blood!

Darkling they join adverse, and thock unteer, This was the gen’ral cry. The trumpets sound, Courfers with coursers juftling, men with me: And warlike fynıphony is heard around. As lab’ring in eclipte a while they stay, The marching troops through Athens take their | Till the next blaft of wind reftores the dar. The great earl-marshal orders their array. (way, They look anew: the beauteous form of fight The fair from high the palling pomp behold; Is chang'd, and war appears a grizly high:. A rain of Aow'ss is from the window rollid; Two troops in fair array one moinent ihond; The casements are with golden tissue spread, The next, a field with fallen bodies ftrow'd: And horses hoofs, for earth, on filken tapestry Not half the number in their feats are found; Theking goes midmost, and the rivals ride (trcad: But men and fteeds lie grov'ling on the ground In equal rank, and close his either side. The points of spears are stuck within the them Next after these there rode the royal wife, The steeds without their riders scour the fied; With Emily, the cause and the reward of strife. The knights unhors’d, on foot rencw the Egtt; The following cavalcade, by three and three, The glitt'ring faulchions cast a gleaming light: Proceed by titles marshal'd in degree.

Hauberks and helms are hew'd with many Thus through the southern gate they take their wound:

{ground And at the list arriv'd ere prime of day. (way, Out spins the streaming blood, and dies ile There, parting from the king, the chiefs divide, The mighty maces with such hafte defcend, And, wheeling east and west, before their many | They break the bones, and make the folid arride.

mour bend. Th’Athcnian monarch mounts his throne on high, This thrusts amidst the throng with furious force; And after him the queen and Emily :

Down goes, at once, the horseman and the horte: Next these the kindred of the crown are grac'd That courser fiumbles on the falling steed, With nearer feats, and lords by ladies plac'd. And found'ring, throws the rider o'er his head. Scarce were they feated, when with clamours loud One rolls along, a foot-ball to his focs; In ruth'd at once a rude promiscuous crowd: One with a broken truncheon deals his blows. The guards and then each other overbear, This halting, this disabled with his wound, And in a moment throng the spacious thcatre. In triumph led, is to the pillar bound, Now chang'd the jarring noise to whispers low, Where by the king's award he must abide : As winds forsaking scas more fotily blow; There goes a captive led on t'other side. When at the western gate, on which the car By fits they ceafc; and, leaning on the lance, Is plac'd aloft, that bears the God of war, Take breath a while, and to new fight advance. Proud Arcite ent’ring arın'd hefore his train, Full oft the rivals met, and neither fpard Stops at the barrier, and divides the plain. His utmost force, and cach forgot to ward. Rod was his banner, and display'd abroad The head of this was to the faddle bent; The bloody colours of his patron God.

The other backward to the crupper lent: Ar that self inoment enters Palamon

Both were by turns unbors'd; the jealous bloss The gate of Venus, and the rising fun;

Fall thick and heavy, when on foot they cloic. Wav'd by the wauton winds, his banner flics, So deep their faulchions bite, that ev'ry stroke All maiden white, and thares the people's cyes. Pierc'd to the quick; and equal wounds they From caft to weit, look all the world around,

gave and took.
Two troops fomatch'd were never to be found : Borne far asunder by the tides of men,
Sach bedies built for strength, of equal age, Like adamant and steel they meet again.
In staturc fiz'd; so proud an equipage :

So when a tiger fucks the bullock's blood, The nicest eve could no diftinction inake A familh'd lion iiluing from the wood Where las th’advantage, or what side to take. Roars lordly ficrce, and challenges the food.

Loch

Each claims possession, neither will obey, Furious he drove, and upward cast his eye,
But both their paws are faften d on the prey; Where, next the queen, was plac'd his Emily;
They bite, they tear; and while in vain they strive, Then pafling to the saddle-bow he bent:
The swains come arm'd between, and both to A tweet regard the gracious virgin lent
distance drive.

(tend (For woman, to the brave an easy prey,
Ay length, as fate foredoom'd, and all things Still follow fortune where the leads the war);
By course of time to their appointed end, Just then, from earth sprung out a flashing fire,
So when the sun to west was far declin'd, By Pluto sent, at Saturn's Lad dcfire:
And both afreth in mortal battle join'd, The startling steed was seiz'd with sudden fright,
The strong Emetrius came in Arcite's aid, And, bounding, o'er the pommel cast the knight:
And Palamon with odds was overlaid :

Forward he few, and pitching on his head, For, turning short, he struck with all his might He quiver'd with his feet, and lay for dead. Full on the helmet of th’unwary knight. Black was his count'nance in a little 1pace; Deep was the wound; he stagger'd with the blow, For all the blood was gather'd in his face. And turn’d him to his unexpected foe;

Help was at hand: they rear'd him from the Whom with such force he struck, he felld him ground, down,

And from his cumbrous arms his limbs unbound; And cleft the circle of his golden crown. Then lanc'd a vein, and watch'd returning breath; But Arcite's men, who now prevail'd in fight, It came, but clogg'd with symptoms of his deathia Twice ten at once surround the singlc knight: The saddle-bow the noblest parts had prest, O’erpow'r'd at length, they force him tothe ground. All bruis’d and mortify'd his manly breast. Unyielded as he was, and to the pillar bound; Him still entranc'd, and in a litter laid, And king Lycurgus, while he fought in vain They bore from field, and to his bed convey'd. His friend to free, was tumbled on the plain. At length he wak’d, and, with a feeble cry,

Who now laments but Palamon, compellid The word he first pronounc'd was Emily. No more to try the fortune of the field !

Meantime the king, tho' inwardly he mourn'd, And, worse than death, to view with hateful eyes In pomp triumphant to the town return'd, His rival's conquest, and renounce the prize ! Attended by the chiefs who fought the field

The royal judge on his tribunal plac'd, (Now friendly mix’d, and in one troop compellid) Who had beheld the fight from first to last, Compos'd his looks to counterfeited cheer, Bade cease the war, pronouncing from on high, And bade them not for Arcite's life to fear. Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. But that which gladded all the warrior-train, The sound of trumpets to the voice reply'd, Tho'moft were forely wounded, none were Nain. And round the royal lists, the heralds cry'd, The surgeons foon despoil'd them of their arms, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride. And some with falves they cure, and some with

The people rend the skies with vaft applause; charins; All own the chief when fortune owns the cause. Foment the bruises, and the pains assuage, Arcite is own'd ev'n by the gods above, And heal their inward hurts with lov’rcigá And conqu’ring Mars insults the Queen of Love, draughts of sage. So laugh'd he, when the rightful Titan failid, The king in person visits all around; And Jove's ufurping arms in heav'n prevailid; Comforts the dick, congratulates the found; Laugh'd all the pow'rs who favour tyranny; Honours the princely chiefs, rewards the rest, And all the standing army of the sky.

And holds for thrice three days a royal fcaft. But Venus with dejected eyes appears,

None was disgracd; for failing is no lhame; And weeping on the lists, distill'd her tears; And cowardice alone is loss of fame. Her will refus'd, which grieves a woman most, The vent'rous knight is from the saddle thrown; And, in her champion foild, the cause of Love But 'tis the fault of fortunc, not his own. is loft.

If crowds and palms the conqu’ring side adorn, Till Saturn said, Fair daughter, now be still, The victor under better stars was born: The blust'ring fool has satisfy'd his will; The brave man teeks not popular applause, His boon is giv'n; his knight has gain’d the day, Nor overpow'rd with arms deserts his cause; But loft the prize, th'arrears are yet to pay,

Unsham'd, tho' foil'd, he does the best he can; Thy hour is come, and mine the care thall be Force is of brutes, but honour is of man. To please thy knight, and set thy promise free. Thus Thefcus finil'd on all with equal grace;

Now, while the heralds run the lifts around, And each was set according to his place. And Arcite, Arcite, heav'n and earth resound, With case were reconcil'd the diff'ring parts ; A miracle (nor less it could be callid)

For envy never dwells in noblc hearts. Their joy with unexpected sorrow pallid. At length they took their leave, the timc expir’d, The victor knight had laid his helm afide, Well pleas'd, and to their fev'ral homes retir’d. Part for his ease, the greater part for pride: Mcanwhile the health of Arcite still impairs; Bare-headed, popularly low he bow'd,

From bad proceeds to worse, and mocks the And paid the salutations of the crowd.

leeches cares; Then, spurring at full speed, ran headlong on Swoln is his breast; his inward pains increase; Where Thcfeus fat on his imperial throne; All mcans are us’d, and all without success.

The

The clotted blood lies heavy on his heart, Nor I, but as I lov'd; yet all combin'd;
Corrupts, and there remains in spite of art: Your beauty, and my impotence of mind,
Nor breathing vcins, nor cupping will prevail; And his concurrent Aame, that blew my fire ;
All outward remedies and in ward fail :

For ftill our kindred fouls had onc desire.
The mold of nature's fabric is destroy'd; He had a moment's right, in point of time;
Her veilels discompos’d, her virtue void : Had I feen firit, then his had been the crime.
The bellows of his lungs begin to swell; Fate made it mine, and juttify'd his right;
All out of frame is ev'ry secret cell,

Nor holds this earth a more deserving knight
Nor can the good receive, nor bad expel. For virtue, valour, and for noble blood,
Those breathing organs, thus within opprest Truth, honour, all that is compriz'd in good;
With venom,foon distend the finews of his breast. So help me Hear'n, in all the world is none
Nought profits him to save abandon'd life, So worthy to be lov'd as Palamon.
Nor vomits upward aid, nor downward laxative. He loves you too, with tuch an holy fire
The midinost region batter'd and destroy'd, As will not, cannot, but with life expire:
When nature cannot work, th’effc&t of art is void. Our vow'd affections both have often try'd,
For physic can but inend our crazy state, Nor any love but yours could ours divide.
Patch an old building, not a new create. Then, by my love's inviolable band,
Arcite is doom'd to die in all his pride,

By my long suff'ring, and my thort command, Must leave his youth, and yield his beauteous If e'er you plight your vows when I am gonc, bride,

Have pity on the faithful Palamon.
Gain'd hardly, against right, and unenjov'd. This was his laft; for death came on amain,
When 'twas declar'd all hope of life was past

, And exercis'd below his iron reign; Conicience (that of all phylic works the las) Then upward to the feat of life he goes : Caus'd him to send for Emily in haste.

Sense ficd before him, what he touch'd he froze:
With her, at his defire, came Palamon ;

Yet could he not his closing eyes withdraw,
Then on his pillow rais'd, he thus begun : Tho' less and less of Emily he law;
No language can express the smallest part So, speechless, for a little space he lay;
Of what I feel, and suffer in my heart,

Then grafp’d the hand lie heid, and figh'd his
For you whom best I love and value most;

foul away But to your service I bequeath my ghoft;

But whither went his soul, let such relate
Which from this mortal body, when unty'd, Who search the secrets of the future state.
Uafecn, unheard, ihall hover at your fide; Divines can fay but wliat themselves believe;
Nor fright you waking, nor your sleep offend, Strong proofs they have, but not denonitrative :
But wait officious, and your steps attend. For, were all pain, then all sides must agree,
How I have lov'd-excuse my falt’ring tongue,

And faith itself be lost in certainty.
My spirits feeble, and my pains are strong: To live uprightly then is ture the best;
This I may say, I only grieve to die,

To save ourselves, and not to damn the rest.
Because I lose my charming Emily.

The foul of Arcite went where heathens go,
To die, when Heav'n had put you in my pow'r," Who better live than we, tho' less they know,
Fate could not choose a more malicious hour ! 'In Palamon a manly grief appears;
What greater curse could envious fortune give, Silent, he wept, afham'd to thew his tears:
Than just to die when I began to live! Emilia shriek d but once, and then, opprest

how vanishing a bliss we crave, With forrow, funk upon her lover's breast Nor warm in love, now with’ring in the grave ! Till Theseus in his arms convey'd with care, Never, O) never more to see the fun!

Far froin fo fad a fight the sivooning fair.
Still dark, in a damp vault, and still alone! 'Twere loss of time her forrow to relate,
This fate is common; but I lose my breath Ill bears the fex a youthful lover's fate,
Near bliss, and yet not blefs'd before my death. When just approaching to the nuptial state;
Farewell! but take me dving in your arms; But, like a low-hung cloud, it rains so fast,
'Tis all I can enjoy of all your charms :

That all at once it falls, and cannot last.
This hand I cannot but in death resign; The face of things is chang'd, and Athens now,
Ah! could I live! but while I live 'ris mine. That laugh'd so late, becomes the scene of woe :
I feel my end approach, and, thus embrac’d,. Matrons and maids, both sexes, ev'ry state,
Ain pleas'd to die; but hear me speak my last: With tears lament the knight's untiincly fate.
Ah! my sweet foe, for you, and you alone, Nor greater grief in falling Troy was seen
I broke my faith with injurd Palamon.

For Hector's dcath; but Hector was not then,
But love the sense of right and wrong confounds; Old men with dust deformd their hoary hair;
Strong love and proud ambition have no bounds. The women beat their breasts, their checks they
And much I doubt, fhould Heav'n my life prolong,
I should return to justify my wrong.

Why would's thou go, with one consent they cry,
For, while my former flames remain within, When thou hadít gold enough, and Emily?
Repentance is but want of pow'r to fin.

Theseus himself, who should have cheer'd the With inortal hatred I pursu'd his life,

grief Nor he, nor you, were guilty of the strife; Of others, wanted now the same relief.

Old

Vain men,

tare.