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The other vietor-flame a moment food, Now by her blandishments and pow'rful charins,
E’en by thy shame, it shame it may be callid,
The maid from that ill omen turn'd her eyes, And make me conquer in my patron's right : And with loud fhricks and clamours rent the skies, For I am young, a novice in the trade, Nor know what fignily'd the boding tign, The fool of love, unpraĉtis’d to persuade : Butfound the pow'rsdiiplcas'd, and fear’d thewrath | And want the foothing arts that catch the fair, divine.
But, caught myself, lie struggling in the snare : Then Thook 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 fure I am, unless I win in arms, (disdain. The pow'r, behoid ! the pow'r in glory phone, To stand excluded from Emilia's charms : Bvler bent bow and her keen arrows known; Nor can my strength avail, unless by thee The rest, a huntress issuing from the wood, Endu'd by force, I gain the victory; Reclining on her cornel (pear the stood.
Then for the fire which warm'd thy gen'rous Then gracious thus began : Dismits thy fear, Pity thy subject's pains and equal smart. [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 refign, and dooin'd a bride : Then Tall the war, and stern debate, and strife The two contending knights are weighı'd above; Immortal, be the bus’ness 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 thce best. 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 : Forefhcws the love allotted to remain :
And while these limbs the vital fpirit feeds, Farewell! The faid, and vanish'd from the place; While day to night, and night to day succeeds, The theaf of arrows hook, and ratıl'd in the cale. Thy smoking altar shall be fat with food Aghast at this, the royal virgin itood,
Of incense, and the grateful fteam of blood; Disclaiin'd, and now no more a fiftcrof the wood ; Burnt-off'rings morn and ev'ning shall be thine ; But to the parting Goddess thus the pray'd; And fires eternal in thy temple thine. Pinpitious still be present to my aid,
The bush of yellow beard, this length of hair, Nor quite abandon your once favour'd maid. Which from iny birth inviolate I bear, Then lighing the return'd; but sinil'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 Reps bold Arcite to the temple bent,
The champion ceas'd; there follow'd in the close T'auore with Pagan rites the pow'r armipotcnt: A hollow groan : a murm’ring wind arose ; Then protirate, low before his altar lay, The rings of iron, that on the doors were hung, Andrais'd his manly voice, and thus began to pray: Sent out a jarring found, and harshly rung: Strong God of Arms, whose iron sceptre fways The bolted gates few open at the blast, The freezing North, and Hyperborcan seas, The storm rush'd in, and Arcite stood aghaft: And Scythian colds, and Thiacia's winter coaft, The Hames were blown aside, yet thone they Where stand thy feeds,and thou art honour'dmoft: bright, There most; but ev'rywhcie tlıy pow'r is known, Fann'd loy 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, fung Sireet-smelling as accepted facrifice : From out thy chariot, withers ev’n the strong: This omen pleas'd, and as the fames aspire And disarray and thameful rout ensue,
With od'rous incenfe Arcite heaps the tire : And force is added to the sainting crew. Nor wanted hymns to Mars, or heathen charms : Acknoviedg'd as thou art, accept ray pray'r, At length the nodding statue clash'd his arms, If aught I have atchiev'd deferve thy care : And with a lullen sound and feeble cry, story. If to iny uilnost pow'r with fiord and thield Half funk, and half pronounc'd, the word of VicI dard the seath, unknowing how to yield, For this, with toul devout, he thank'd the God, And, falling in my rank, still kept the field: And, of succets secure, return'd to his abode. Then lit my arms prerail, by thee luttain's, Thefe vows thus granted, rais'd a strife above, That Emily by conquest may be gaiv'd. Betwixt the God of War and Queen of Love. Have pity on my paius ; nor those unknown She granting first, had right of time to plead ; To Mars, which, when 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 stubborn heart has foften'd into love : And seein'ų unwilling to decide the strife;
Till Saturn from his leaden throne arose,
He footh'd the Goddefs, while he gull'd the God:
The throttling quinfey 'tis my ftar appoints,
That fweeps at once the people and the prince.
In Athens all was pleasure, mirth, and play, All proper to the spring, and fprightly May; Which ev'ry foul infpir'd with such delight, Twas jefting all the day, and love at night. Heav'n fmil'd, and gladded was the heart of man; And Venus had the world as when it first began. At length in fleep their bodies they compofe, And dreamt the future night, and early rofe. Now scarce the dawning day began to fpring, As at a fignal giv'n, the streets with clamours ring: At once the crowd arofe; confus'd and high, Ev'n from the Heav'n was heard a fhouting cry; For Mars was early up, and rous'd the sky. The Gods camne downward to behold the wars, Sharp'ning their fights,and leaning from theirftars. The neighing of the gen'rous horfe was heard, For battle by the bufy groom prepar'd,
Ruftling of harness, rattling of the shield,
The yeomen guard the streets, in feemly bands;
The trumpets, next the gate, in order plac'd, Attend the fign to found the martial blast; The palace-yard is fill'd with floating tides, And the laft comers bear the former to the fides. The throng is in the midft; the common crew Shut out, the hall admits the better few; In knots they ftand, or in a rank they walk, Serious in afpect, earneft in their talk; Factious, and favouring this or t'other fide, As their ftrong fancy or weak reafon guide, Their wagers back their wishes; numbers hold With the fair freckled king, and beard of gold; So vig'rous are his eyes, fuch rays they caft, So prominent his eagle's beak is plac'd. But most their looks on the black monarch bend, His rifing muscles and his brawn commend; His double-biting axe and beamy fpear, Each asking a gigantic force to rear. All spoke as partial favour mov'd the mind; And, fafe themfelves, at others coft divin'd.
Wak'd by the cries, th' Athenian chief arofe, The knightly forms of combat to difpofe; And, paffing thro' th'obfequious guards, he fat Confpicuous on a throne, fublime in state; There, for the two contending knights he fent Arm'd cap-a-pee, with rev'rence low they bent; He fmil'd on both, and with fuperior look, Alike their offer'd adoration took. The people prefs on ev'ry fide, to fee Their awful prince, and hear his high decree. Then figning to their heralds with his hand, They gave his orders from their lofty stand. Silence is thrice enjoin'd; then thus aloud [crowd: The king at arms befpeaks the knights andlift'ning
Our fov'reign lord has ponder'd in his mind The means to fpare the blood of gentle kind; And of his grace and inborn clemency, He modifies his firft fevere decree! The keener edge of battle to rebate, The troops for honor fighting, not for hate. He wills not death fhould terminate their ftrife; And wounds, if wounds enfue, be fhort of life: But iffues, ere the fight, his dread command, That flings afar, and poinards hand to hand,
Be banish'd from the field, that none fhall dare
Of the tough afh, with the sharp grinded spear;
Thus through the southern gate they take their
Th'Athenian monarch mounts his throne on high,
Next thefe the kindred of the crown are grac'd
At that felf moment enters Palamon
Thus rang'd, the herald for the laft proclaim A filence, while they answer'd to their names: For fo the king decreed, to fhun the care, The fraud of mufters falfe, the common bane of
The tale was juft, and then the gates were clos'd; And chief to chief, and troop to troop oppos'd The heralds laft retir'd, and loudly cry'd, The fortune of the field be fairly try'd.
At this, the challenger with fierce defv Histrumpet founds; the challeng'd makesreplyi With clangor rings the field, refounds the vaulted sky.
Their vizors clos'd, their lances in the reft,
Out fpins the streaming blood, and dies the
This thrusts amidst the throng with furious force;
Full oft the rivals met, and neither spar'd
Borne far afunder by the tides of men,
So when a tiger fucks the bullock's blood,
Each claims possession, neither will obey, Furious he drove, and upward cast his eye,
(tend (For woman, to the brave an ealy prey,
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 space; 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 ftruck, he felled 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 deatli. 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 to the 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 compell’d) 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 found of trumpets to the voice reply'd, Tho'moft were forely wounded, none were Nain. And round the royal lifts, the heralds cry'd, The surgeons soon 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 vast applause; charms; 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’rcigi And conqu’ring Mars insults the Queen of Love. draughts of sage. So laugh'd he, when the rightful Titan fail'd, The king in perfon visits all around; And Jove's ufurping arms in heav'n prevailid; Comforts the fick, 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 feast. But Venus with dejected eyes appears,
None was disgrac'd; for failing is no lhaine ; And weeping on the lists, distillid 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 fortune, 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 bluft'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 overpo'v'rd with arms deserts his cause; But lost the prize, th’arrcars are yet to pay. Unsham'd, tho' foil'd, he does the best he can; Thy hour is come, and mine the care shall be Force is of brutes, but honour is of man. To please thy knight, and let thy promise free.
Thus Theseus finil'd on all with equal grace; Now, while the heralds run the lifts around, And each was fet according to his place. And Arcite, Arcite, heav'n and earth resound, With case were reconcild the diff'ring parts ; A miracle (nor less it could be call’d)
For envy never dwells in noblc hearts, Their joy with unexpected forrow pallid. At length they took their leave, tie tiinc expir'd, The victor knight had laid his helm afide, Well pleas’d, and to their fev'ral homes retir’d. Pait for his ease, the greater part for pride: Meanwhile the health of Arcite still impairs ; Bare-headed, popularly low he bow'd,
From bad proceeds to worse, and mocks the And paid the falutations of the crowd.
leeches cares; Then, fpurring at full speed, ran headlong on Swoln is his breast; his inward pains increase; Where Thcfeus fat on his imperial throne; All means are us’d, and all without success.
The clotted blood lies heavy on his heart,
Gain'd hardly, against right, and unenjoy'd.
To die, when Heav'n had put you in my pow'r,
Nor I, but as I lov'd; yet all combia'd;
This was his laft; for death came on amais,
But whither went his foul, let fuch relate Who fearch the fecrets of the future ftate. Divines can fay but what themfelves believe; Strong proofs they have, but not demonftrative: For, were all pain, then all fides must agree, And faith itself be loft in certainty.
To live uprightly then is fure the beft;
Why would't thou go, with one confent they cry, When thou hadft gold enough, and Emily?
Thefeus himself, who fhould have cheer'd the grief
Of others, wanted now the fame relief.