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The other vietor-flame a moment food, Now by her blandishments and pow'rful charins,
Then fell, and lifeless left th’extinguith'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,
Forlook the black’ning coals, and funk to night : When Vulcan had thee in his net enthrallid;
At either end it whistled as it flew, (dew; O envy'd ignominy, sweet disgrace,
And as the brands were green, fo dropp'd the When ev'ry God that saw thee with'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 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,
And found a way the diff'rence to compose:
Though fparing of his grace, to mischief bent,
He feldom does a good with good intent.
Wayward, but wife; by long experience taught
To please both parties, for ill ends, he fought:
For this advantage age from youth has won,
As not to be outridden, though outrun.
By fortune he was now to Venus trin'd,
And with stern Mars in Capricorn was join'd :
Of him disposing in his own abode,

He footh'd the Goddefs, while he gull'd the God:
Ceafe, daughter, to complain, and ftint the ftrife;
Thy Palamon fhall have his promis'd wife :
And Mars, the lord of conqueft, in the fight
With palm and laurel fhall adorn his knight.
Wide is my course, nor turn I to my place,
Till length of time, and move with tardy pace.
Man feels me when I press th'etherial plains;
My hand is heavy, and the wound remains.
Mine is the shipwreck, in a wat❜ry fign:
And in an carthy, the dark dungeon mine.
Cold fhiv'ring agues, melancholy care,
And bitter blasting winds, and poison'd air,
Are mine, and wilful death, resulting from

The throttling quinfey 'tis my ftar appoints,
And rheumatifms afcend to rack the joints:
When churls rebel against their native prince,
I arm their hands and furnish the pretence;
And, housing in the lion's hateful sign,
Bought senates and deserting troops are mine.
Mine is the privy pois'ning; I command
Unkindly seasons, and ungrateful land.
By me kings palaces are push'd to ground,
And miners crush'd beneath their mines are found.
'Twas I flew Samfon, when the pillar'd hall
Fell down, and crush'd the many with the fall.
My looking is the fire of peftilence,

That fweeps at once the people and the prince.
Now weep no more, but truft thy grandfire's art,
Mars fhall be pleas'd, and thou perform thy part.
'Tis ill, though diff'rent your complexions are,
The family of Heav'n for men should war.
Th'expedient pleas'd, where neither loft his right;
Mars had the day, and Venus had the night.
The management they left to Chronos' care;
Now turn we to th'effect, and fing the war.

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,
Clatt'ring of armour, furbish'd for the field.
Crowds to the castle mounted up the street,
Batt'ring the pavement with their courfers feet.
The greedy fight might there devour the gold
Of glitt'ring arms, too dazzling to behold;
And polish'd fteel that caft the view afide,
And crested morions, with their plumy pride.
Knights, with a long retinue of their 'fquires,
In gaudy liv'ries march, and quaint attires.
One lac'd the helm, another held the lance,
A third the fhining buckler did advance.
The courfer paw'd the ground with restless feet,
And fnorting foam'd, and champ'd the golden bit.
The fmiths and armourers on palfreys ride,
Files in their hands, and their fide,
And nails for loofen'd fpears, and thongs for
fhields provide.

The yeomen guard the streets, in feemly bands;
And clowns come crowding on, with cudgels in

their hands.

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
With fhort'ned fword to ftab in closer war;
But in fair combat fight with manly ftrength,
Nor puth with biting point, but ftrike at length,
The tourney is allow'd but one career

Of the tough afh, with the sharp grinded spear;
But knights unhors'd may rife from off the plain,
And fight on foot their honor to regain;
Nor, if at mifchief taken, on the ground
Be flain, but prifoners to the pillar bound,
At either barrier plac'd; nor (captives made)
Be freed, or arm'd anew the fight invade.
The chief of either fide, bereft of life,
Or yielded to his foe, concludes the ftrife. [young
Thus dooms the lord: now valiant knights and
Fight each his fill with fwords and maces long.
The herald ends: the vaulted firmament
With loud acclaim and vaft applaufe is rent,
Heav'n guard a prince fo gracious and fo good,
So juft, and yet fo provident of blood!
This was the gen'ral cry. The trumpets found,
And warlike fymphony is heard around.
The marching troops through Athens take their
The great earl-marthal orders their array.[way,
The fair from high the paffing pomp behold;
A rain of flow'rs is from the window roll'd;
The cafements are with golden tiffue spread,
And horfes hoofs, for earth, on filken tapestry
The king goes midmoft, and the rivals ride[tread:
In equal rank, and clofe his either fide.
Next after thefe there rode the royal wife,
With Emily, the cause and the reward of ftrife.
The following cavalcade, by three and three,
Proceed by titles marshal'd in degree.

Thus through the southern gate they take their
And at the lift arriv'd ere prime of day. [way,
There, parting from the king, the chiefs divide,
And, wheeling caft and weft, before their many

Th'Athenian monarch mounts his throne on high,
And after him the queen and Emily:

Next thefe the kindred of the crown are grac'd
With nearer feats, and lords by ladies plac'd.
Scarce were they feated, when with clamours loud
In rufh'd at once a rude promifcuous crowd:
The guards and then each other overbear,
And in a moment throng the spacious theatre.
Now chang'd the jarring noife to whifpers low,
As winds forfaking feas more foftly blow;
When at the western gate, on which the car
Is plac'd aloft, that bears the God of war,
Proud Arcite ent'ring arin'd before his train,
Stops at the barrier, and divides the plain.
Red was his banner, and difplay'd abroad
The bloody colours of his patron God.

At that felf moment enters Palamon
The gate of Venus, and the rising fun;
Way'd by the wanton winds, his banner flies,
All maiden white, and shares the people's cyes.
From east to weft, look all the world around,
Two troops fo match'd were never to be found:
Such bodies built for ftrength, of equal age,
In ftature fiz'd; fo proud an equipage :
The niceft eye could no diftinction make
Where lay th'advantage, or what fide to take.

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,
Or at the helmet pointed, or the creft;
They vanifh from the barrier, fpeed the race,
And fpurring fee decrease the middle space.
A cloud of fmoke envelops either hoft,
And all at once the combatants are loft:
Darkling they join adverse, and shock unfeen,
Courfers with courfers juftling, men with mcn:
As lab'ring in eclipfe a while they ftay,
Till the next blaft of wind reftores the day.
They look anew: the beauteous form of fight
Is chang'd, and war appears a grizly fight.
Two troops in fair array one moment thow'd;
The next, a field with fallen bodies ftrow'd:
Not half the number in their feats are found;
But men and fteeds lie grov'ling on the ground.
The points of fpears are stuck within the field,
The fteeds without their riders fcour the field;
The knights unhors'd, on foot renew the fight;
The glitt'ring faulchions caft a gleaming light:
Hauberks and helms are hew'd with many a


Out fpins the streaming blood, and dies the
The mighty maces with fuch hafte descend,
They break the bones, and make the folid ar-
mour bend.

This thrusts amidst the throng with furious force;
Down goes, at once, the horfeman and the horie:
That courfer ftumbles on the falling steed,
And flound'ring, throws the rider o'er his head.
One rolls along, a foot-ball to his foes;
One with a broken truncheon deals his blows.
This halting, this difabled with his wound,
In triumph led, is to the pillar bound,
Where by the king's award he must abide:
There goes a captive led on t'other fide.
By fits they ceafe; and, leaning on the lance,
Take breath a while, and to new fight advance.

Full oft the rivals met, and neither spar'd
His utmost force, and each forgot to ward.
The head of this was to the faddle bent;
The other backward to the crupper fent :
Both were by turns unhors'd; the jealous blows
Fall thick and heavy, when on foot they close.
So deep their faulchions bite, that ev'ry ftroke
Pierc'd to the quick; and equal wounds they
gave and took.

Borne far afunder by the tides of men,
Like adamant and feel they meet again.

So when a tiger fucks the bullock's blood,
A famith'd lion fuing from the wood
Roars lordly fierce, and challenges the food.


Each claims possession, neither will obey, Furious he drove, and upward cast his eye,
But both their paws are fastend 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 sweet regard the gracious virgin lent
distance drive.

(tend (For woman, to the brave an ealy prey,
Açlength, as fate foredoom'd, and all things Still follow fortune where the leads the way);
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 fent, at Saturn's Lad defire:
And both afresh in mortal battle joind, The startling steed was seiz’d with fudden 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 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,
Corrupts, and there remains in fpite of art:
Nor breathing veins, nor cupping will prevail;
All outward remedies and inward fail:
The mold of nature's fabric is destroy'd;
Her veffels difcompos'd, her virtue void:
The bellows of his lungs begin to fwell;
All out of frame is ev'ry fecret celi,
Nor can the good receive, nor bad expel.
Thofe breathing organs, thus within oppreft
With venom, foon diftend the finews of his breaft.
Nought profits him to fave abandon'd life,
Nor vomits upward aid, nor downward laxative.
The midmoft region batter'd and deftroy'd,
When nature cannot work, th'effect of art is void.
For phyfic can but mend our crazy state,
Patch an old building, not a new create.
Arcite is doom'd to die in all his pride,
Muft leave his youth, and yield his beauteous

Gain'd hardly, against right, and unenjoy'd.
When 'twas declar'd all hope of life was paft,
Confcience (that of all phyfic works the last)
Caus'd him to fend for Emily in hafte.
With her, at his defire, came Palamon;
Then on his pillow rais'd, he thus begun :
No language can exprefs the smallest part
Of what I feel, and fuffer in my heart,
For you whom beft I love and value moft;
But to your fervice I bequeath my ghoft;
Which from this mortal body, when unty'd,
Uafeen, unheard, fhall hover at your fide;
Nor fright you waking, nor your fleep offend,
But wait officious, and your fteps attend.
How I have lov'd-excufe my falt'ring tongue,
My fpirits feeble, and my pains are strong:
This I may fay, I only grieve to die,
Because I lose my charming Emily.

To die, when Heav'n had put you in my pow'r,
Fate could not choose a more malicious hour!
What greater curfe could envious fortune give,
Than just to die when I began to live!
Vain men, how vanishing a blifs we crave,
Nor warm in love, now with'ring in the grave!
Never, O never more to fee the fun!
Still dark, in a damp vault, and still alone!
This fate is common; but I lofe my breath
Near blifs, and yet not blefs'd before my death.
Farewell! but take me dying in your arms;
'Tis all I can enjoy of all your charms :
This hand I cannot but in death refign;
Ah! could I live! but while I live 'tis mine.
I feel my end approach, and, thus embrac'd,.
Am pleas'd to die; but hear me speak my laft:
Ah! my fweet foe, for you, and you alone,
I broke my faith with injur'd Palamon.
But love the fenfe of right and wrong confounds;
Strong love and proud ambition have no bounds.
And much I doubt, fhould Heav'n my life prolong,
I fhould return to juftify my wrong.
For, while my former flames remain within,
Repentance is but want of pow'r to fin.
With mortal hatred I purfu'd his life,
Nor he, nor you, were guilty of the ftrife;

Nor I, but as I lov'd; yet all combia'd;
Your beauty, and my impotence of mind,
And his concurrent fame, that blew my fire;
For fill our kindred fouls had one defire.
He had a moment's right, in point of time;
Had I feen first, then his had been the crime.
Fate made it mine, and justify'd his right;
Nor holds this earth a more deferving knight
For virtue, valour, and for noble blood,
Truth, honour, all that is compriz’d in good;
So help me Heav'n, in all the world is none
So worthy to be lov'd as Palamon.
He loves you too, with such an holy fire
As will not, cannot, but with life expire:
Our vow'd affections both have often try'd,
Nor any love but yours could ours divide.
Then, by my love's inviolable band,
By my long fuff'ring, and my fhort command,
If e'er you plight your vows when I am gone,
Have pity on the faithful Palamon.

This was his laft; for death came on amais,
And exercis'd below his iron reign;
Then upward to the feat of life he goes:
Senfe fled before him, what he touch'd be froze:
Yet could he not his clofing eyes withdraw,
Tho' lefs and lefs of Emily he faw;
So, fpeechlefs, for a little space he lay;
Then grafp'd the hand he held, and figh'd his
foul away!

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;
To fave ourfelves, and not to damn the reft.
The foul of Arcite went where heathens go,
Who better live than we, tho' lefs they know.
In Palamon a manly grief appears;
Silent, he wept, afham'd to fhew his tears:
Emilia fhriek'd but once, and then, oppreft
With forrow, funk upon her lover's breaft;
Till Thefeus in his arms convey'd with care,
Far from fo fad a fight the fwooning fair.
'Twere lofs of time her forrow to relate,
Ill bears the fex a youthful lover's fate,
When juft approaching to the nuptial state;
But, like a low-hung cloud, it rains fo faft,
That all at once it falls, and cannot laft.
The face of things is chang'd, and Athens now,
That laugh'd fo late, becomes the scene of woe:
Matrons and maids, both sexes, ev'ry state,
With tears lament the knight's untimely fate.
Nor greater grief in falling Troy was féen
For Hector's death; but Hector was not then.
Old men with duft deform'd their hoary hair;
The women beat their breafts, their checks they


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.

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