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Healthe, healthe to worthy Troylus dothe His sometyme Cresyed send, If so she may whose lothed lyfe And lynes at ones must end. My wish unseene was but to see The ones before my deathe, Which sight unawares yet longe desyred Dothe stopp my vitall breathe. 1 For destinies hathe me well assured My rewfull race is ronne, And Atropos with sythe in hande Is redye to undone The fatall threid that Lashesses And Clotho once did twyne, And hightes to haste my welcome deathe And longe desyred fyne. The cruell goddes to Creaseyda Unfrindlye foes have beyne, That would to god some savage beaste Had me devoured cleane. When I of Troye was calld a chylde And Phrigia soyle I sawe, Would [that] the earthe my little lymms Into hir wombe had drawe. Then should no poet have the cause Faire Creyseydes treuthe to blame, Nor after this with ladyes falce Remember Creseydes name; Ne yet no mann his fickle dame With Creseyd should upbraid, Nor by examples bringe me in Howe Troyolus was betrayde. But would to god that Hecuba Had Priamus will fulfilld, And Paris as the prophetts had Unlucky ladd had killd; 2 Or ells that he with Oenon yet Had taried still in Ide, And lyke a sheperd fed his flocke By olde Scamanders syde, And not for Priams sonne beyne know, Nor Hectors brother namde. But O the fates, the froward fates, Hath thus his fortune framde That he the swellinge seas should sayle And Menelaus wyfe By rape should bringe, & breid tweene Greekes And Trojans mortall stryfe; Which in thend, as godes forbidd, Should tourne in flashye flame The princely pallace, Illion brave, Of moste renowme & fame. 3 O rather wish I that the songe Of sousinge seas had drencht The leiches twayne, & all the fyre Of love by water quencht. Then should no greater Eageon sandes 4 With shearing shipp have sought Mo thousande barged to thy shore, O Troya towne, have brought. Then should my father Calcas not His natyve soyle have fledd, When he to Tenidos was sent To seeke Appolloes neid, And then my haples husband had Not stand in deadly feilde In fight amongst the furious Greekes All armed under sheilde. Then should myne honour have beyne kept Myne honestye unfoulde. But Troyalus thou didst that defend As well as thester colde: For thou moste trewe, most pacient was, Moste secret to thy love, That ever ladye had ere this, Or after this may proove. For 3 yeares space no lyffe but one, One love that did espye. 5 But why doe I thus wish & woulde? I waste but tyme therby. All thinges that womans prayse should bringe In me is quyte defyled, That ought a worthy ladye have A Grekish kinge hathe spoylde; That shrouded is the shyninge light As nyght dothe blisfull daye. So curse I may the hatefull hower Yea, well it curse I maye, That Anthono by chance of warr And force of Greekes was take, For whom they me & Thoas sende A full exchange to make. Was ther no other pledge, allas, Or was it me they seike? Why might not for a Trojayne duke Suffise a kinge, a Greik? Nay, mans provision was it not, It was the deadlye doome The fates ay from my birthe did threat Uppon my head should come. Than out on all these dreyry dames That destenyes dothe dispyse, And out on Fortune, fy on hope, The weaver of my woes. And nowe you angry nimphes whose plagues I feile uppon me ryffe, Your hate from hence can harme me nought Except ye lengthe me lyfe. But O my Troylus, if I darr Usurpe this phrase aright, Howe could thy knightly harte consent, Or eyes abyde the sight, To see me under Diomedes guarde From Troy to Greikes so stray? Why slewest thou not thy mortall foe And fled with me awaye? No, thou extemed myne honour soe Myne honestye to blott Thou was affrayde, or ells thou shouldst Have done it well I wote. For thou no sooner tooke thy love Of me, nor from me went, When Diomede with his sleated lipps Hathe faste my bridle hent; And then he sharpes his subtill will, And faste his brayne he fyles, And tipps his tongue with retoricks sweit, Bewitchinge me with wyles, And layethe me forthe his love alonge, He no persuasion spares: Sometymes he piteous tears dothe shedd, Some tyme as madd he stayres; Then dothe he bragg of parentes stout, And in these eares of myne He ringes me out his royall race And tells his stately lyne; Of Meliagers force he boastes, And howe the Bore he smightes, And howe his father Tedeus slewe Well armed fiftye knightes. Then dothe he promise golden hills, Nowe hight me giftes full large; Forthwith he swears to make me quene Of Callidon & Arge. But looke, even as the whiskinge wyndes Of Borias blasting boulde Amid the playne & champion feildes May take no staye or holde, His talke so one eare fills & out At t'other streight dothe goe; For then I was to Troyalus vowed, I swore to love no moe. And thus so prates me on the waye, Till of the Grekish hoste We had a sight; he seinge then His mynde in vayne was loste Did hartely pray, & me intreat, As humblie as he can, T'accept him as my servant. Lo, What should I doe? As then I tooke him, so his painted wordes So muche did me abuse. But Troyalus, O moste worthy knight, Of the I crave excuse. Too hastye thou may thinke I was: I might have yet delayed. Allas, to hastye may I saye. What travells longe thou made, And Pandarus, eare ye could bringe The halfe of this to passe; His cursinges weighe me downe to hell: I feile ther payse, allas. Nowe, nowe, my witt, wher be your help? Some apte excuse to make All wemen can devyse at will, Yet myne, allas, are slacke. But what excuse may me availe? My consience is attaint. For shame I feile my blood to faile, My dyenge lymmes are faynte. And nowe amidd the campe of Greekes We came, & as we paste, Myne aged father, glad to se Me, ledd me in as faste. Thatredes, wreakfull brethern bothe, Doe muche my bewtye prayse: The Lordes of Greece me welcomes bring, The soldiers on me gaze. As soone as Phoebus on the moone From coutche did clymbe the skyes, Sir Diomede to the tent I lay With spedy pace him plyes, And faste he prayes, desyres, intreates Me him some signe to plight Wherby he might be knowne my man, My servant, or my knight; And kyndenes dothe he on me threape, As all were his at firste; But yet he frustrate was as then, Althoughe his harte should burste. But then my father tolde me that I must still ther sojourne, And me assurd I never shoulde To Troye againe retourne. Then caste I in my troubled mynde That Troyalus I had lorne; Who sorrowed then but Cresyda As ta fountaine I shoulde tourne. No consolacion could I fynde, And then, considderinge well Howe I a woman was alone And dayly fortunes fell, What happs might chance me I ne knewe, I studyed this full longe. My father olde, Sir Troyalus loste, Then must I beare eche wronge. Nowe this, nowe that, I ryfle upp Within my buissy brayne, Whyles will I with my father staye, Whyles steale to Troye againe. A sevenight thus I lived; huge fight Was dayly still without, Stronge garde within, eche thinge presentes Unto my harte a doubte. I pondringe thus, thou sent the Greik, Sir Diomeid, to his tent With woundes profounde & lardge which thou In irefull rage him lent; To whom I came, not myndinge evill But frindely him to veiwe, And tooke my leave; but he anon Did fresh his mater shewe, And me besought in humble wyse To rewe uppon his smarte. I, reckles wight, to soone, allas, Did hight him ther my harte. Thou demed full lyte of all this fare. Thou thoght I was none suche Till that on Diomeds cote of armes Thou spyed the little bruche. For after that full oft thou wouldste With Creseyd him uprayde, And for my sake, as was me tolde, Thou haste him sore outrayde. With thawked armes, & helme to dasht, With speare full sharpe igrounde, Scarce curable thou pearst his fleshe With many a grevous wounde. 6 Why on this traytour stay I thus? The goddes me on him wreake. Let fate worke on: lyfe leaves my limms, Even scarcely may I speake. He falsed hathe his faithe to me, And lightlied me, allas. Of force the courte I left, & to My fathers house did passe. The crewell godes not yet content With me to make accordd, My luringe face they leaper made: To se me, men abhord. To hospitall by night I stole My self from sight to save, Wher me was given a clappinge dishe My wretched cromms to crave; As thou me foundst, when as thou caste Thy golde into my lapp. Wouldst thou, O Troyalus, thought ther should Have chaunst me suche mishapp? 7 Ye famous painters wonted were To drawe with coulers pure The forme of thinge, with dainty hande, For evermore endure; And ye ingravers, purposely, Suche artes as erste were paste, Did beate in massy marble stronge Eternally to laste. But love, in mowld of memory, Imprintes in perfitt harte The loved, so that deathe itself Can noght the same devert. As nowe by the, O Troyalus deare, I plainely may appeare, Dothe ought resemble yet the shape That Cresyade once did beare? It cannot be; but nowe, but nowe, My ghost must hence depart. I feile the stinge of gaspinge deathe Dothe strayne me by the harte. No gratefull token may I send, My golden giftes are scante. My harte to send thou might refuse And say it truthe dothe wante. Except a ringe, nought ells I have, Which thou me gave that night That joyned was our hartes in one And faythe to others plight, The which I send in paper lapte, Bewashed with teares, By him that beares my latest lynes And funerall that heares. But this had I almoste forgott, So troubleth deathe my mynde, That thou voutchsafe tentere the coirps That oft thyne armes hathe wynde; And on my tombe some epitaphe Engrave as lykes the beste. So fayre the well: this lipers knight Can showe of me the rest. 8 |
(see note) detested writing; once secret You once the fates doleful course [of life] scythe spin promises to hasten end Unpropitious; been (see note) completely (see note) drawn (see note) faithfulness; find wanting faithless Nor; mistress by [way of] illustration (see note) Priam's youth Mount Ida (see note) been known adverse; (see note) devised i.e., Helen abduction; generat; (see note) the end; (see note) reduce (transform); flashing Troy (see note) drenching; drowned two lovers; (see note) dividing; (see note) brought by boat (see note) Tenedos; (see note) To discover Apollo's will unfortunate stood; battlefield; (see note) reputation; preserved virtue (chastity); undefiled protect darkness; (see note) faithful; (see note) discreet in before (see note) (see note) (see note) hour Antenor; fortune of war; (see note) taken [prisoner] (see note) Was no there other hostage (see note) (see note) fatal judgment ever; threaten dismal; (see note) afflictions feel; rife cannot harm me lengthen dare; (see note) rightfully (see note) wander away esteemed [good] reputation; sully well I know leave; (see note) sly lips; (see note) firmly (swiftly); seized; (see note) sharpens; cunning; (see note) quickly; brain; sharpens adorns tricks expounds [as we went] along he sheds affecting tears as if mad; stares forefathers bold (proud) proclaims to me; ancestry; (see note) describes; noble lineage strength; (see note) smites fifty well-armed knights (see note) promises; generous briskly blowing; (see note) Boreas (the North Wind); boldly plain and open fields (see note) more speaks boastfully to me What he had in mind heartily beseech; entreat (see note) rhetoric; (see note) deceive efforts before imprecations; (see note) their weight (see note) invent accused (tainted) limbs entered (see note) vengeful; (see note) beauty (see note) (see note) [where] I lay; (see note) addresses himself (applies himself) (see note) pledge (see note) press at the first attempt at that time stay (see note) I considered; (see note) lost to a; (see note) (see note) (unfortunate) events; happen to me examine thoroughly busy At one time At another time; (see note) (see note) (see note) in a friendly manner renewed his advances manner to pity his pain; (see note) creature promise knew; little (see note) brooch very often; (see note) reproach severely vanquished (see note) sharply ground; (see note) pierced dwell avenge me on him he has broken his promise; (see note) scorned (jilted); (see note) Of necessity alluring; they leprous made; (see note) (see note) To keep me out of sight (see note) crumbs threw; (see note) misfortune; (see note) accustomed formerly perfect heart [The image of] the beloved erase appearance spirit overcome (afflict) (see note) (see note) faithfulness; lack (see note) wrapped final letter to bury the body embraced; (see note) (see note) pleases you (see note) |