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“ Though by the sterne Duke she was dishonored,
Yet of the people she was honored ;
Mongst whome exil'd Leander, all ynseene
And all vnknowne, attended on his queene.
When to the neere-adioyning pallaice-gate,
The place appointed for the princely combate,
They did approch, there might all eies behold
The Duke in armour of pure beaten gold,
Mounted vpon a steed as white as snow,
The proud Duke Euristippus, Hero's foe.
Hero being seated in rich maiestie,
A seruile hand-mayd to captiuitie,
From whence she might behold that gentle knight,
That for her sake durst hazard life in fight;
For this was all the comfort Hero had,
So many eyes shed teares to see her sad ;
Her hand-maide Hope perswaded her, some one
Vndaunted knight would be her champion;
Yet, since her lord Leander was not nie,
She was resolu'd eyther to liue or die.
But her Leander, carefull of his loue,
Intending loue's firme constancie to proue,
(Yf to his lot the honour did befall,)
Withdrew himselfe into the pallaice-hall,
Where he was armed to his soules content,
And priuily conducted to a tent,
From whence he issu'd foorth at trumpet's sound ;
Who, at the first encounter, on the ground
Forced the mazed Duke sore panting lie,
Drown'd in the ryuer of sad extacie.

At length reuiuing, he doth mount againe;
Whome young Leander in short time had slaine.
The Duke quité dead, this all-vnknowne young

knight
Was foorthwith made the heire of Sestos' right;
The princesse Hero set at libertie,
Kept by the late dead Duke in miserie;
Whose constancie Leander gan to proue
And now anew begins to court his loue."

Hero, having no idea who he is, concludes an answer to his addresses by saying, "But rest content and satisfied with this, Whilst true Leander liues, true Hero's his.'. And thy Leander liues, sweete soule,' sayde he, • Praysing thy all-admired chastitie: Though thus disguis’d, I am that banisht knight That for affecting thee was put to flight; Hero, I am Leander, thy true phere,* As true to thee as life to me is deere.' When Hero all-amazed gan reuiue, And she that then seem'd dead was now aliue, With kinde imbracements, kissing at each straine, She welcoms him and kisses him againe:

By thee my ioyes haue shaken of dispaire,
All stormes be past, and weather waxeth faire ;
By thy returne Hero receaues more ioye
Then Paris did when Hellen was in Troy;

* phere] See note, p. 66.

By thee my heauy doubts and thoughts are fled,
And now my wits with pleasant thoughts are fed.'
• Feed, sacred sainct, on nectar all diuine,
While these my eyes,' quoth he, 'gaze on thy eyne;
And ever
after may

these
eyes

beware
That they on strangers' beautie neuer stare :
My wits I charme henceforth they take such heede
They frame no toyes, my fancies new to feede;
Deafe be my eares to heare another voice,
To force me smile or make

my

soule reioyce;
Lame be my feete when they presume to moue,
To force Leander seeke another loue;
And when thy faire *, sweet faire, I gin disgrace,
Heauen to my soule afford no resting-place!'
What he to her, she vow'd the like to him ;
All sorrowes fled, their ioyes anew begin.
Full many yeares

those louers liu'd in fame,
That all the world did much admire the same.
Their liues' spent date, and vnresisted death
At hand to set a period to their breath,
They were transform’d by all-diuine decrees
Into the forme and shape of two pine-trees,
Whose nature's such, the fæmale pine will die,
Vnles the male be euer planted by;
A map for all succeeding times to come,
To view true loue, which in their loues begun.”

And so the poem concludes.

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* faire) i. e. beauty.

No. IV.

THE ATHEIST'S TRAGEDIE.

[See Account of Marlowe and his Writings. This ballad is printed from a manuscript copy in the possession of Mr. J.P. Collier.]

All
you

that have got eares to heare,
Now listen unto mee;
Whilst I do tell a tale of feare;

A true one it shall bee :

A truer storie nere was told,

As some alive can showe;
'Tis of a man in crime grown olde,

Though age he did not know.
This man did his owne God denie

And Christ his onelie son,
And did all punishment defie,

So he his course might run.
Both day and night would he blaspheme,

And day and night would sweare,
As if his life was but a dreame,

Not ending in dispaire.
A poet was he of repute,

And wrote full many a playe,
Now strutting in a silken sute,

Then begging by the way.

He had alsoe a player beene

Upon the Curtaine-stage,
But brake his leg in one lewd scene,

When in his early age.

He was a fellow to all those

That did God's laws reject, Consorting with the Christians' foes

And men of ill aspect.

Ruffians and cutpurses hee

Had ever at his backe,
And led a life most foule and free,

To his eternall wracke.

He now is gone to his account,

And gone before his time,
Did not his wicked deedes surmount

All precedent of crime.

But he no warning ever tooke

From others' wofull fate, And never gave his life a looke

Untill it was to late.

He had a friend, once gay and greene*,

Who died not long before,
The wofull'st wretch was ever seene,

The worst ere woman bore,

a friend, once gay and greene] i. e. Robert Greene: see Account of Marlowe and his Writings.

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