lucasta-第15节

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k　of　the　ayre　Do　richly　feast；　and　for　their　fare；　Each　evening　in　a　silent　shade；　Bestow　a　gratefull　serenade。　　　Thus　ev'n　tyerd　with　delight；　Sated　in　soul　and　appetite；　Full　of　the　purple　Plumme　and　Peare；　The　golden　Apple；　with　the　faire　Grape　that　mirth　fain　would　have　taught　her；　And　nuts；　which　squirrells　cracking　brought　her；　She　softly　layes　her　weary　limbs；　Whilst　gentle　slumber　now　beginnes　To　draw　the　curtaines　of　her　eye；　When　straight　awakend　with　a　crie　And　bitter　groan；　again　reposes；　Again　a　deep　sigh　interposes。　And　now　she　heares　a　trembling　voyce：　Ah！　can　there　ought　on　earth　rejoyce！　Why　weares　she　this　gay　livery；　Not　black　as　her　dark　entrails　be？　Can　trees　be　green；　and　to　the　ay'r　Thus　prostitute　their　flowing　hayr？　Why　do　they　sprout；　not　witherd　dy？　Must　each　thing　live；　save　wretched　I？　Can　dayes　triumph　in　blew　and　red；　When　both　their　light　and　life　is　fled？　Fly　Joy　on　wings　of　Popinjayes　To　courts　of　fools；　where　as　your　playes　Dye　laught　at　and　forgot；　whilst　all　That's　good　mourns　at　this　funerall。　Weep；　all　ye　Graces；　and　you　sweet　Quire；　that　at　the　hill　inspir'd　meet：　Love；　put　thy　tapers　out；　that　we　And　th'　world　may　seem　as　blind　as　thee；　And　be；　since　she　is　lost　（ah　wound！）　Not　Heav'n　it　self　by　any　found。　　　Now　as　a　prisoner　new　cast；　Who　sleepes　in　chaines　that　night；　his　last；　Next　morn　is　wak't　with　a　repreeve；　And　from　his　trance；　not　dream　bid　live；　Wonders　（his　sence　not　having　scope）　Who　speaks；　his　friend　or　his　false　hope。　　　So　Amarantha　heard；　but　feare　Dares　not　yet　trust　her　tempting　care；　And　as　againe　her　arms　oth'　ground　Spread　pillows　for　her　head；　a　sound　More　dismall　makes　a　swift　divorce；　And　starts　her　thus：Rage；　rapine；　force！　Ye　blew…flam'd　daughters　oth'　abysse；　Bring　all　your　snakes；　here　let　them　hisse；　Let　not　a　leaf　its　freshnesse　keep；　Blast　all　their　roots；　and　as　you　creepe；　And　leave　behind　your　deadly　slime；　Poyson　the　budding　branch　in's　prime：　Wast　the　proud　bowers　of　this　grove；　That　fiends　may　dwell　in　it；　and　move　As　in　their　proper　hell；　whilst　she　Above　laments　this　tragedy：　Yet　pities　not　our　fate；　oh　faire　Vow…breaker；　now　betroth'd　to　th'　ay'r！　Why　by　those　lawes　did　we　not　die；　As　live　but　one；　Lucasta！　why　As　he　Lucasta　nam'd；　a　groan　Strangles　the　fainting　passing　tone；　But　as　she　heard；　Lucasta　smiles；　Posses　her　round；　she's　slipt　mean　whiles　Behind　the　blind　of　a　thick　bush；　When；　each　word　temp'ring　with　a　blush；　She　gently　thus　bespake；　Sad　swaine；　If　mates　in　woe　do　ease　our　pain；　Here's　one　full　of　that　antick　grief；　Which　stifled　would　for　ever　live；　But　told；　expires；　pray　then；　reveale　（To　show　our　wound　is　half　to　heale）；　What　mortall　nymph　or　deity　Bewail　you　thus？　　Who　ere　you　be；　The　shepheard　sigh't；　my　woes　I　crave　Smotherd　in　me；　me　in　my　grave；　Yet　be　in　show　or　truth　a　saint；　Or　fiend；　breath　anthemes；　heare　my　plaint；　For　her　and　thy　breath's　symphony；　Which　now　makes　full　the　harmony　Above；　and　to　whose　voice　the　spheres　Listen；　and　call　her　musick　theirs；　This　was　I　blest　on　earth　with；　so　As　Druids　amorous　did　grow；　Jealous　of　both：　for　as　one　day　This　star；　as　yet　but　set　in　clay；　By　an　imbracing　river　lay；　They　steept　her　in　the　hollowed　brooke；　Which　from　her　humane　nature　tooke；　And　straight　to　heaven　with　winged　feare；　Thus；　ravisht　with　her；　ravish　her。　　　The　nymph　reply'd：　This　holy　rape　Became　the　gods；　whose　obscure　shape　They　cloth'd　with　light；　whilst　ill　you　grieve　Your　better　life　should　ever　live；　And　weep　that　she；　to　whom　you　wish　What　heav'n　could　give；　has　all　its　blisse。　Calling　her　angell　here；　yet　be　Sad　at　this　true　divinity：　She's　for　the　altar；　not　the　skies；　Whom　first　you　crowne；　then　sacrifice。　　　Fond　man　thus　to　a　precipice　Aspires；　till　at　the　top　his　eyes　Have　lost　the　safety　of　the　plain；　Then　begs　of　Fate　the　vales　againe。　　　The　now　confounded　shepheard　cries：　Ye　all…confounding　destines！　How　did　you　make　that　voice　so　sweet　Without　that　glorious　form　to　it？　Thou　sacred　spirit　of　my　deare；　Where　e're　thou　hoverst　o're　us；　hear！　Imbark　thee　in　the　lawrell　tree；　And　a　new　Phebus　follows　thee；　Who；　'stead　of　all　his　burning　rayes；　Will　strive　to　catch　thee　with　his　layes；　Or；　if　within　the　Orient　Vine；　Thou　art　both　deity　and　wine；　But　if　thou　takest　the　mirtle　grove；　That　Paphos　is；　thou；　Queene　of　Love；　And　I；　thy　swain　who　（else）　must　die；　By　no　beasts；　but　thy　cruelty：　But　you　are　rougher　than　the　winde。　Are　souls　on　earth　then　heav'n　more　kind？　Imprisoned　in　mortality　Lucasta　would　have　answered　me。　Lucasta；　Amarantha　said；　Is　she　that　virgin…star？　a　maid；　Except　her　prouder　livery；　In　beauty　poore；　and　cheap　as　I；　Whose　glory　like　a　meteor　shone；　Or　aery　apparition；　Admir'd　a　while；　but　slighted　known。　　　Fierce；　as　the　chafed　lyon　hies；　He　rowses　him；　and　to　her　flies；　Thinking　to　answer　with　his　speare　　　Now；　as　in　warre　intestine　where；　Ith'　mist　of　a　black　battell；　each　Layes　at　his　next；　then　makes　a　breach　Through　th'　entrayles　of　another；　whom　He　sees　nor　knows　whence　he　did　come；　Guided　alone　by　rage　and　th'　drumme；　But　stripping　and　impatient　wild；　He　finds　too　soon　his　onely　child。　　　So　our　expiring　desp'rate　lover　Far'd　when；　amaz'd；　he　did　discover　Lucasta　in　this　nymph；　his　sinne　Darts　the　accursed　javelin　'Gainst　his　own　breast；　which　she　puts　by　With　a　soft　lip　and　gentle　eye；　Then　closes　with　him　on　the　ground　And　now　her　smiles　have　heal'd　his　wound。　Alexis　too　again　is　found；　But　not　untill　those　heavy　crimes　She　hath　kis'd　off　a　thousand　times；　Who　not　contented　with　this　pain；　Doth　threaten　to　offend　again。　　　And　now　they　gaze；　and　sigh；　and　weep；　Whilst　each　cheek　doth　the　other's　steep；　Whilst　tongues；　as　exorcis'd；　are　calm；　Onely　the　rhet'rick　of　the　palm　Prevailing　pleads；　untill　at　last　They＇re＇　chain'd　in　one　another　fast。　Lucasta　to　him　doth　relate　Her　various　chance　and　diffring　fate：　How　chac'd　by　Hydraphil；　and　tract　The　num'rous　foe　to　Philanact；　Who　whilst　they　for　the　same　things　fight；　As　Bards　decrees　and　Druids　rite；　For　safeguard　of　their　proper　joyes　And　shepheards　freedome；　each　destroyes　The　glory　of　this　Sicilie；　Since　seeking　thus　the　remedie；　They　fancy　（building　on　false　ground）　The　means　must　them　and　it　confound；　Yet　are　resolved　to　stand　or　fall；　And　win　a　little；　or　lose　all。　　　From　this　sad　storm　of　fire　and　blood　She　fled　to　this　yet　living　wood；　Where　she　'mongst　savage　beasts　doth　find　Her　self　more　safe　then　humane　kind。　　　Then　she　relates；　how　Caelia　The　ladyhere　strippes　her　array；　And　girdles　her　in　home…spunne　bayes　Then　makes　her　conversant　in　layes　Of　birds；　and　swaines　more　innocent；　That　kenne　not　guile　＇n＇or　courtship　ment。　　　Now　walks　she　to　her　bow'r　to　dine　Under　a　shade　of　Eglantine；　Upon　a　dish　of　Natures　cheere　Which　both　grew；　drest　and　serv'd　up　there：　That　done；　she　feasts　her　smell　with　po'ses　Pluckt　from　the　damask　cloath　of　Roses。　Which　there　continually　doth　stay；　And　onely　frost　can　take　away；　Then　wagers　which　hath　most　content　Her　eye；　eare；　hand；　her　gust　or　sent。　　　Intranc't　Alexis　sees　and　heares；　As　walking　above　all　the　spheres：　Knows　and　adores　this；　and　is　wilde；　Untill　with　her　he　live　thus　milde。　So　that；　which　to　his　thoughts　he　meant　For　losse　of　her　a　punishment；　His　armes　hung　up　and　his　sword　broke；　His　ensignes　folded；　he　betook　Himself　unto　the　humble　crook。　And　for　a　full　reward　of　all；　She　now　doth　him　her　shepheard　call；　And　in　a　see　of　flow'rs　install：　Then　gives　her　faith　immediately；　Which　he　returns　religiously；　Both　vowing　in　her　peacefull　cave　To　make　their　bridall…bed　and　grave。　　　But　the　true　joy　this　pair　conceiv'd；　Each　from　the　other　first　bereav'd；　And　then　found；　after　such　alarmes；　Fast…pinion'd　in　each　other's　armes；　Ye　panting　virgins；　that　do　meet　Your　loves　within　their　winding　sheet；　Breathing　and　constant　still　ev'n　there；　Or　souls　their　bodies　in　yon'　sphere；　Or　angels；　men　return'd　from　hell　And　separated　mindescan　tell。

　The　punctuation　of　this　piece　is　in　the　original　edition　singularly　corrupt。　　I　have　found　it　necessary　to　amend　it　throughout。

　The　marigold。

　A　flower　so　called。

　More　commonly　known　as　THE　GILLIFLOWER。

　i。e。　the　lady　gathers　the　flowers；　and　binds　them　in　her　hair　with　a　silken　fillet；　making　of　them　a　kind　of　chaplet　or　crown。

　i。e。　silvery　or　white　milk。

　An　uncommon　word；　signifying　WRINKLED。　　Bishop　Hall　seems　to　be；　with　the　exception　of　Lovelace；　almost　the　only　writer　who　used　it。　　Compare；　however；　the　following　passage：

　　　　〃Like　to　a　WRITHEL'D　Carion　I　have　seen　　　　　（Instead　of　fifty；　write　her　down　fifteen）　　　　　　Wearing　her　bought　complexion　in　a　box；　　　　　　And　ev'ry　morn　her　closet…face　unlocks。〃　　　　　　　　　　　PLANTAGENET'S　TRAGICALL　STORY；　by　T。　W。　1649；　p。　105。

　Original　has　PRIZE　THEIR。

　The　fish　with　their　silvery　scales。

　Fins。

　Original　reads　BUT　LOOK。

　Original　has　THERE。

　i。e。　condemned。

　This　word　does　not　appear　to　have　any　very　exact　meaning。　See　Halliwell's　DICTIONARY　OF　ARCHAIC　WORDS；　art。　POSSE；　and　Worcester's　Dict。　IBID；　&c。　　The　context　here　requires　TO　TURN　SHARPLY　OR　QUICKLY。

　Original　has　SIGHT。

　Original