The Poetical Works of John Dryden Volume Ii Part 37

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A sylvan scene with various greens was drawn, Shades on the sides, and in the midst a lawn: 620 The silver Cynthia, with her nymphs around, Pursued the flying deer, the woods with horns resound: Calisto there stood manifest of shame, And, turn'd a bear, the northern star became: Her son was next, and, by peculiar grace, In the cold circle held the second place: The stag Acteon in the stream had spied The naked huntress, and, for seeing, died: His hounds, unknowing of his change pursue The chase, and their mistaken master slew. 630 Peneian Daphne too was there to see, Apollo's love before, and now his tree: The adjoining fane the a.s.sembled Greeks express'd, And hunting of the Caledonian beast.

Oenides' valour, and his envied prize; The fatal power of Atalanta's eyes; Diana's vengeance on the victor shown, The murderess mother; and consuming son; The Volscian queen extended on the plain; The treason punish'd, and the traitor slain. 640 The rest were various huntings, well design'd, And savage beasts destroy'd, of every kind.

The graceful G.o.ddess was array'd in green; About her feet were little beagles seen, That watch'd with upward eyes the motions of their queen.

Her legs were buskin'd, and the left before, In act to shoot; a silver bow she bore, And at her back a painted quiver wore.

She trod a waxing moon, that soon would wane, And, drinking borrow'd light, be fill'd again: 650 With downcast eyes, as seeming to survey The dark dominions, her alternate sway.

Before her stood a women in her throes, And call'd Lucina's aid, her burden to disclose.

All these the painter drew with such command, That Nature s.n.a.t.c.h'd the pencil from his hand, Ashamed and angry that his art could feign And mend the tortures of a mother's pain.

Theseus beheld the fanes of every G.o.d, And thought his mighty cost was well bestow'd. 660 So princes now their poets should regard; But few can write, and fewer can reward.

The theatre thus raised, the lists enclosed, And all with vast magnificence disposed, We leave the monarch pleased, and haste to bring The knights to combat, and their arms to sing.

BOOK III.

The day approach'd when Fortune should decide The important enterprise, and give the bride; For now, the rivals round the world had sought, And each his number, well appointed, brought.

The nations, far and near, contend in choice, And send the flower of war by public voice; That after, or before, were never known Such chiefs, as each an army seem'd alone: Beside the champions, all of high degree, Who knighthood loved, and deeds of chivalry, 10 Throng'd to the lists, and envied to behold The names of others, not their own, enroll'd.

Nor seems it strange; for every n.o.ble knight Who loves the fair, and is endued with might, In such a quarrel would be proud to fight.

There breathes not scarce a man on British ground (An isle for love and arms of old renown'd) But would have sold his life to purchase fame, To Palamon or Arcite sent his name: And had the land selected of the best, 20 Half had come hence, and let the world provide the rest.

A hundred knights with Palamon there came, Approved in fight, and men of mighty name; Their arms were several, as their nations were, But furnish'd all alike with sword and spear.

Some wore coat-armour, imitating scale; And next their skins were stubborn s.h.i.+rts of mail.

Some wore a breastplate and a light jupon, Their horses clothed with rich caparison: Some for defence would leathern bucklers use, 30 Of folded hides; and others s.h.i.+elds of pruce.

One hung a pole-axe at his saddle-bow, And one a heavy mace to stun the foe; One for his legs and knees provided well, With jambeaux arm'd, and double plates of steel: This on his helmet wore a lady's glove, And that a sleeve embroider'd by his love.

With Palamon above the rest in place, Lycurgus came, the surly king of Thrace; Black was his beard, and manly was his face; 40 The b.a.l.l.s of his broad eyes roll'd in his head, And glared betwixt a yellow and a red: He look'd a lion with a gloomy stare, And o'er his eyebrows hung his matted hair: Big-boned, and large of limbs, with sinews strong, Broad-shoulder'd, and his arms were round and long.

Four milk-white bulls (the Thracian use of old) Were yoked to draw his car of burnish'd gold.

Upright he stood, and bore aloft his s.h.i.+eld, Conspicuous from afar, and overlook'd the field. 50 His surcoat was a bear-skin on his back; His hair hung long behind, and glossy raven black.

His ample forehead bore a coronet, With sparkling diamonds and with rubies set: Ten brace, and more, of greyhounds, snowy fair, And tall as stags, ran loose, and coursed around his chair, A match for pards in flight, in grappling for the bear: With golden muzzles all their mouths were bound, And collars of the same their necks surround.

Thus through the fields Lycurgus took his way; 60 His hundred knights attend in pomp and proud array.

To match this monarch, with strong Arcite came Emetrius, king of Ind, a mighty name; On a bay courser, goodly to behold, The trappings of his horse adorn'd with barbarous gold.

Not Mars bestrod a steed with greater grace; His surcoat o'er his arms was cloth of Thrace, Adorn'd with pearls, all orient, round, and great; His saddle was of gold, with emeralds set, His shoulders large a mantle did attire, 70 With rubies thick, and sparkling as the fire: His amber-colour'd locks in ringlets run, With graceful negligence, and shone against the sun.

His nose was aquiline, his eyes were blue; Ruddy his lips, and fresh and fair his hue: Some sprinkled freckles on his face were seen, Whose dusk set off the whiteness of the skill: His awful presence did the crowd surprise, Nor durst the rash spectator meet his eyes; Eyes that confess'd him born for kingly sway, 80 So fierce, they flash'd intolerable day.

His age in nature's youthful prime appear'd, And just began to bloom his yellow beard.

Whene'er he spoke, his voice was heard around, Loud as a trumpet, with a silver sound; A laurel wreathed his temples, fresh and green; And myrtle sprigs, the marks of love, were mix'd between.

Upon his fist he bore, for his delight, An eagle well reclaim'd, and lily white.

His hundred knights attend him to the war, 90 All arm'd for battle; save their heads were bare.

Words and devices blazed on every s.h.i.+eld, And pleasing was the terror of the field.

For kings, and dukes, and barons, you might see, Like sparkling stars, though different in degree, All for the increase of arms, and love of chivalry.

Before the king tame leopards led the way, And troops of lions innocently play.

So Bacchus through the conquer'd Indies rode, And beasts in gambols frisk'd before their honest G.o.d. 100

In this array, the war of either side Through Athens pa.s.s'd with military pride.

At prime, they enter'd on the Sunday morn; Rich tapestry spread the streets, and flowers the posts adorn.

The town was all a jubilee of feasts; So Theseus will'd, in honour of his guests; Himself with open arms the kings embraced, Then all the rest in their degrees were graced.

No harbinger was needful for the night, For every house was proud to lodge a knight. 110

I pa.s.s the royal treat, nor must relate The gifts bestow'd, nor how the champions sate: Who first, who last, or how the knights address'd Their vows, or who was fairest at the feast; Whose voice, whose graceful dance did most surprise; Soft amorous sighs, and silent love of eyes.

The rivals call my Muse another way, To sing their vigils for the ensuing day.

'Twas ebbing darkness, past the noon of night: And Phosphor, on the confines of the light, 120 Promised the sun; ere day began to spring, The tuneful lark already stretch'd her wing, And flickering on her nest, made short essays to sing.

When wakeful Palamon, preventing day, Took to the royal lists his early way, To Venus at her fane, in her own house, to pray.

There, falling on his knees before her shrine, He thus implored with prayers her power divine:

Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and G.o.ds above! 130 Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest s.h.i.+ne, and best become thy place.

For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy month reveals the spring, and opens all the year.

Thee, G.o.ddess! thee the storms of winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky, And birds to lays of love their tuneful notes apply.

For thee the lion loathes the taste of blood, And, roaring, hunts his female through the wood: For thee the bulls rebellow through the groves, 140 And tempt the stream, and snuff their absent loves.

'Tis thine, whate'er is pleasant, good, or fair: All nature is thy province, life thy care: Thou madest the world, and dost the world repair.

Thou gladder of the mount of Cytheron, Increase of Jove, companion of the sun!

If e'er Adonis touch'd thy tender heart, Have pity, G.o.ddess, for thou know'st the smart!

Alas! I have not words to tell my grief; To vent my sorrow would be some relief; 150 Light sufferings give us leisure to complain; We groan, but cannot speak, in greater pain.

O G.o.ddess! tell thyself what I would say, Thou know'st it, and I feel too much to pray.

So grant my suit, as I enforce my might, In love to be thy champion, and thy knight; A servant to thy s.e.x, a slave to thee, A foe profess'd to barren chast.i.ty.

Nor ask I fame or honour of the field, Nor choose I more to vanquish than to yield: 160 In my divine Emilia make me blest; Let Fate, or partial Chance, dispose the rest: Find thou the manner, and the means prepare; Possession, more than conquest, is my care.

Mars is the warrior's G.o.d; in him it lies, On whom he favours to confer the prize; With smiling aspect you serenely move In your fifth orb, and rule the realm of love.

The Fates but only spin the coa.r.s.er clue, The finest of the wool is left for you; 170 Spare me but one small portion of the twine, And let the sisters cut below your line: The rest among the rubbish may they sweep, Or add it to the yarn of some old miser's heap.

But, if you this ambitious prayer deny, (A wish, I grant, beyond mortality,) Then let me sink beneath proud Arcite's arms, And I once dead, let him possess her charms.

Thus ended he; then with observance due The sacred incense on her altar threw: 180 The curling smoke mounts heavy from the fires; At length it catches flame, and in a blaze expires; At once the gracious G.o.ddess gave the sign, Her statue shook, and trembled all the shrine: Pleased Palamon the tardy omen took: For, since the flames pursued the trailing smoke, He knew his boon was granted; but the day To distance driven, and joy adjourn'd with long delay.

Now morn with rosy light had streak'd the sky, Up rose the sun, and up rose Emily; 190 Address'd her early steps to Cynthia's fane, In state attended by her maiden train, Who bore the vests that holy rites require, Incense, and odorous gums, and cover'd fire.

The plenteous horns with pleasant mead they crown, Nor wanted aught besides in honour of the Moon.

Now while the temple smoked with hallow'd steam, They wash the virgin in a living stream; The secret ceremonies I conceal, Uncouth, perhaps unlawful, to reveal: 200 But such they were as Pagan use required, Perform'd by women when the men retired, Whose eyes profane their chaste mysterious rites Might turn to scandal, or obscene delights.

Well-meaners think no harm; but for the rest, Things sacred they pervert, and silence is the best.

Her s.h.i.+ning hair, uncomb'd, was loosely spread, A crown of mastless oak adorn'd her head: When to the shrine approach'd, the spotless maid Had kindling fires on either altar laid: 210 (The rites were such as were observed of old, By Statius in his Theban story told.) Then kneeling with her hands across her breast, Thus lowly she preferr'd her chaste request: Oh, G.o.ddess, haunter of the woodland green, To whom both heaven and earth and seas are seen; Queen of the nether skies, where half the year Thy silver beams descend, and light the gloomy sphere!

G.o.ddess of maids, and conscious of our hearts, So keep me from the vengeance of thy darts, 220 Which Niobe's devoted issue felt, When hissing through the skies the feather'd deaths were dealt; As I desire to live a virgin life, Nor know the name of mother or of wife.

Thy votress from my tender years I am, And love, like thee, the woods and sylvan game.

Like death, thou know'st, I loathe the nuptial state, And man, the tyrant of our s.e.x, I hate, A lowly servant, but a lofty mate: Where love is duty on the female side; 230 On theirs, mere sensual gust, and sought with surly pride.

Now by thy triple shape, as thou art seen In heaven, earth, h.e.l.l, and everywhere a queen, Grant this my first desire; let discord cease, And make betwixt the rivals lasting peace: Quench their hot fire, or far from me remove The flame, and turn it on some other love; Or, if my frowning stars have so decreed, That one must be rejected, one succeed, Make him my lord, within whose faithful breast 240 Is fix'd my image, and who loves me best.

But, oh! even that avert! I choose it not, But take it as the least unhappy lot.

A maid I am, and of thy virgin train; Oh, let me still that spotless name retain!

Frequent the forests, thy chaste will obey, And only make the beasts of chase my prey!

The flames ascend on either altar clear, While thus the blameless maid address'd her prayer.

When, lo! the burning fire that shone so bright, 250 Flew off all sudden, with extinguish'd light, And left one altar dark, a little s.p.a.ce; Which turn'd self-kindled, and renew'd the blaze: The other victor-flame a moment stood, Then fell, and lifeless left the extinguish'd wood; For ever lost, the irrevocable light Forsook the blackening coals, and sunk to night: At either end it whistled as it flew, And as the brands were green, so dropp'd the dew; Infected as it fell with sweat of sanguine hue. 260

The maid from that ill omen turn'd her eyes, And with loud shrieks and clamours rent the skies, Nor knew what signified the boding sign, But found the Powers displeased, and fear'd the wrath divine.

Then shook the sacred shrine, and sudden light Sprung through the vaulted roof, and made the temple bright.

The Power, behold! the Power in glory shone, By her bent bow, and her keen arrows known; The rest, a huntress issuing from the wood, Reclining on her cornel spear she stood. 270 Then gracious thus began: Dismiss thy fear, And Heaven's unchanged decrees attentive hear: More powerful G.o.ds have torn thee from my side, Unwilling to resign, and doom'd a bride: The two contending knights are weigh'd above; One Mars protects, and one the Queen of Love: But which the man, is in the Thunderer's breast; This he p.r.o.nounced, 'Tis he who loves thee best.

The fire that, once extinct, revived again, Foreshows the love allotted to remain: 280 Farewell! she said, and vanish'd from the place; The sheaf of arrows shook, and rattled in the case.

Aghast at this, the royal virgin stood, Disclaim'd, and now no more a sister of the wood: But to the parting G.o.ddess thus she pray'd: Propitious still be present to my aid, Nor quite abandon your once favour'd maid.

Then sighing she return'd; but smiled betwixt, With hopes and fears, and joys with sorrows mix'd.

The next returning planetary hour 290 Of Mars, who shared the heptarchy of power, His steps bold Arcite to the temple bent, To adore with Pagan rites the power armipotent: Then prostrate, low before his altar lay, And raised his manly voice, and thus began to pray:

Strong G.o.d of arms, whose iron sceptre sways The freezing North, and Hyperborean seas, And Scythian colds, and Thracia's wintry coast, Where stand thy steeds, and thou art honour'd most!

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