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The Argument of the Fifth Sestyað.

Day doubles her accustom'd date,
As loth the night, incens'd by fate,
Should wrack our lovers; Hero's plight,
Longs for Leander, and the night:
Which, ere her thirsty wish recovers,
She sends for two betrothed lovers,
And marries them, that, with their crew
Their sports and ceremonies due,
She covertly might celebrate,

With secret joy, her own estate.
She makes a feast, at which appears

The wild nymph Teras*, that still bears
An ivory lute, tells ominous tales,
And sings at solemn festivals.

*régas, portentum.

HERO AND LEANDER.

THE FIFTH SESTYAD.

Now was bright Hero weary of the day,
Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.

Sol, and the soft-foot Hours hung on his arms,
And would not let him swim, foreseeing his harms:
That day Aurora double grace obtain'd

Of her love Phoebus; she his horses rein'd,

Sat on his golden knee, and as she list

She pull'd him back; and as she pull'd, she kiss'd
To have him turn to bed; he lov'd her more,
To see the love Leander Hero bore.
Examples profit much, ten times in one,
In persons full of note, good deeds are done.

Day was so long, men walking fell asleep; The heavy humours that their eyes did steep

Made them fear mischiefs. The hard streets were

beds

For covetous churls, and for ambitious heads,
That spite of Nature would their business ply:
All thought they had the falling epilepsy,
Men grovell'd so upon the smother'd ground,
And pity did the heart of Heaven confound.
The Gods, the Graces, and the Muses came
Down to the Destinies, to stay the frame

Of the true lovers' deaths, and all world's tears:
But Death before had stopp'd their cruel ears.
All the Celestials parted mourning then,

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Pierc'd with our human miseries more than men.
Ah! nothing doth the world with mischief fill,
But want of feeling one another's ill.

With their descent the day grew something fair,
And cast a brighter robe upon the air.
Hero, to shorten time with merriment,

For young Alcmane and bright Mya* sent,
Two lovers that had long crav'd marriage dues
At Hero's hands: but she did still refuse,
For lovely Mya was her consort vow'd

In her maid state, and therefore not allow'd

* Maia?

To amorous nuptials: yet fair Hero now
Intended to dispense with her cold vow,
Since hers was broken, and to marry her:
The rites would pleasing matter minister
To her conceits, and shorten tedious day.-
They came; sweet music usher'd th' odorous way,
And wanton Air in twenty sweet forms danc'd
After her fingers; Beauty and Love advanc'd
Their ensigns in the downless rosy faces
Of youths and maids, led after by the Graces.
For all these Hero made a friendly feast,
Welcom❜d them kindly, did much love protest,
Winning their hearts with all the means she might,
That when her fault should chance t' abide the light,
Their loves might cover or extenuate it,

And high in her worst fate make pity sit.

She married them, and in the banquet came
Borne by the virgins: Hero strove to frame
Her thoughts to mirth. Aye me! but hard it is
To imitate a false and forced bliss.

Ill may a sad mind forge a merry face,

Nor hath constrained laughter any grace.

Then laid she wine on cares to make them sink ; Who fears the threats of fortune let him drink.

To these quick nuptials enter'd suddenly Admired Teras with the ebon thigh;

A nymph that haunted the green Sestian groves,
And would consort soft virgins in their loves,

At gaysome triumphs, and on solemn days
Singing prophetic elegies and lays:

And fing❜ring of a silver lute, she tied

With black and purple scarfs by her left side.
Apollo gave it, and her skill withal,

And she was term'd his dwarf, she was so small:
Yet great in virtue, for his beams inclos'd
His virtues in her: never was propos'd
Riddle to her, or augury, strange or new,

But she resolv'd it: never slight tale flew
From her charm'd lips, without important sense,
Shown in some grave succeeding consequence.

This little Sylvan, with her songs and tales,
Gave such estate to feasts and nuptials,
That though ofttimes she forewent tragedies,

Yet for her strangeness still she pleas'd their eyes;

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