yet eternisde Hymens tender Bride, To suffer it dissolu'd so sweetly cride.
The maids that heard so lou'd, and did adore her, They wisht with all their hearts to suffer for her. So had the Matrons, that with Confits stood About the chamber, such affectionate blood, And so true feeling of her harmeles paines, That euery one a showre of Confits raines.
For which the Brideyouths scrambling on the ground, In noyse of that sweet haile her cryes were drownd. And thus blest Hymen ioyde his grácious Bride,
And for his ioy was after deifide.
The Saffron mirror by which Phabus loue, Greene Tellus decks her, now he held aboue The clowdy mountaines: and the noble maide, Sharp-visag'd Adolesche, that was straide Out of her way, in hasting with her newes, Not till this houre th' Athenian turrets viewes, And now brought home by guides: she heard by all That her long kept occurrents would be stale, And how faire Hymens honors did excell
For those rare newes, which she came short to tell. To heare her deare tongue robd of such a ioy, Made the well-spoken Nymph take such a toy, That downe she sunke: when lightning from aboue Shrunk her leane body, and for meere free loue,
Turnd her into the pied-plum'd Psittacus, That now the Parrat is surnam'd by vs, Who still with counterfeit confusion prates
Nought but newes common to the commonst mates. This tolde, strange Teras toucht her Lute and sung This dittie, that the Torchie euening sprung.
Ome, come deare night, Loues Mart of kisses,
de ate Louis
Sweet close of his ambitious line,
The fruitfull summer of his blisses, Loues glorie doth in darknes shine. O come soft rest of Cares, come night, Come naked vertues only tire,
The reaped haruest of the light, Bound vp in sheaues of sacred fire. Loue cals to warre,
Sighs his Alarmes,
Lips his swords are,
The field his Armes.
Come Night and lay thy veluet hand On glorious Dayes outfacing face; And all thy crouned flames command For Torches to our Nuptiall grace.
Loue cals to warre, Sighs his Alarmes,
Lips his swords are,
The field his Armes.
No neede haue we of factious Day,
To cast in enuie of thy peace
Her bals of Discord in thy way:
Here beauties day doth neuer cease, Day is abstracted here,
And varied in a triple sphere.
Hero, Alcmane, Mya so outshine thee,
Ere thou come here let Thetis thrice refine thee.
Loue cals to warre,
Sighs his Alarmes,
Lips his swords are,
The field his Armes.
The Euening Starre I see,
Rise youths, the Euening starre
Helps Loue to summon warre,
Both now imbracing bee.
Rise youths, loues right claims more then banquets, rise.
Now the bright Marygolds that deck the skies,
Phabus celestiall flowrs, that (contrarie
To his flowers here) ope when he shuts his eie, And shuts when he doth open, crowne your sports: Now loue in night, and night in loue exhorts Courtship and Dances: All your parts employ, And suite nights rich expansure with your ioy,
Loue paints his longings in sweet virgins eyes : Rise youths, loues right claims more then banquets, rise. Rise virgins, let fayre Nuptiall loues enfolde
Your fruitles breasts: the maidenheads ye holde
Are not your owne alone, but parted are; Part in disposing them your Parents share,
And that a third part is: so must ye saue
Your loues a third, and you your thirds must haue. Loue paints his longings in sweet virgins eyes : Rise youths, loues right claims more then banquets, rise.
Herewith the amorous spirit that was so kinde To Teras haire, and combd it downe with winde, Still as it Comet-like brake from her braine, Would needes haue Teras gone, and did refraine To blow it downe: which staring vp, dismaid The timorous feast, and she no longer staid : But bowing to the Bridegrome and the Bride, Did like a shooting exhalation glide Out of their sights: the turning of her back Made them all shrieke, it lookt so ghastly black. O haples Hero, that most haples clowde Thy soone-succeeding Tragedie foreshowde. Thus all the Nuptiall crew to ioyes depart, But much-wrongd Hero stood Hels blackest dart:
Whose wound because I grieue so to display, I vse digressions thus t'encrease the day The end of the fift Sestyad.
CACHINE
THE ARGVMENT OF THE SIXT SESTYAD.
Leucote flyes to all the windes,
And from the fates their outrage bindes, That Hero and her loue may meete. Leander (with Loues compleate Fleete Mand in himselfe) puts forth to Seas, VVhen straight the ruthles Destinies, VVith Ate stirre the windes to warre Upon the Hellespont: Their iarre Drownes poore Leander. Heros eyes VVet witnesses of his surprise,
Her Torch blowne out, Griefe casts her downe Upon her loue, and both doth drowne. In whose iust ruth the God of Seas Transformes them to th' Acanthides.
O longer could the day nor Destinies Delay the night, who now did frowning rise
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