He raging low, the feirce and flaming fyze
That dois my bzeißt and body al combure
Incendit with the dart of grit defyze,
Fra force of these twa sparking eyis ful fure,
Hes me conßraynit to cum and feik my cure
Of her,fra quhom proceidit hes my wound,
Duhom neyther Salue noz Syzop can affure,
Bot only tho can mak me faif and sound.
56 Lyke as the captiue with ane tyzant taine,
Perfozce with promise toißit to and fro,
Duhen that he feis all vther graces gaine,
Man fuccour feik of him that wzocht his wo,
Sa mon J fald to my maiß freindly fo,
To feik foz falue of her that gaue the fair:
To pray for peace,thocht rigour bid me go,
To cry for mercie,quhen as I may na mair.
57 Sa fen ze haue me captiuate as thrall,
Sen ze preuaill,let pitie now haue place:
Haue mercie fen ze Mailtres ar of all,
Grudge not to grant zour fupplicant fum grace
To flay ane taine man,war bot lack allace,
Fra that he cum voluntarlie in will:
Sen Jam, Miltres,in the self fame cace,
Ane thrall confenting pitie war to spill.
58 Duhat ferly thocht,puirJ with luif oppzelt
Confes the force of the blynd Archer Boy!
How was Appollo for his Daphne dzeßt,
And Mars amalit his Uenus to enjoy,
Did not the thundering Jupiter convoy
For Danae him self into ane showze,
The gods aboue fen luif hath maid them coy,
Unto his law then quhy fould I not lowzer
59 As taine with ane noz Daphne mair decoir Duhais vult to Uenus may compairit be: And bene in bewtie Danae befoir.
Suppole the God on hir did call his eye:
Duhais graces to hir bewtie dois agrie,
And in quhais fairnes is no foly found,
Duhat meruell Mißtres than, suppose ze le,
With willing band me to zour bewtie bound.
60 Duhais bricht conteyning bewtie with the
Ma les al vther pulchritude dois pas (beamis
Mor to compair ane clud i glanfing gleames,
Beicht Uenus cullour with ane landwart las:
The quhyteft layke bot with the blackeft affe,
The rubent Rois bot with the wallowit weid
As pureft gold is precioufer noz glaffe,
Zour bewtie fa all vtherdois erceid.
61 Zour hair lyk gold,& lyke the Pole zour eye
Zour fnawilch cheiks lyke quhyteft Allabaft,
Zour louefum lips fad,loft,and sweit wee fie,
Às Roses red quhen that ane showze is paßt:
Zour toung micht mak Demofthenes agatt,
Zour teith &peirls micht of thair place depiyue
With Bwillis of Indian Ebur at the laft
Zour Papis for the pziozitie dois Aryue.
62 And lyke as quhen the flamping seale is set
In war weill wzocht, quhill it is foft J lay,
The prent thairof remayning may ze get,
Suppois the feale itself be tane away,
Zour femlie Chaip fa fall abyde foz ay,
Duhilk throw the licht my fenfis hes reffaifit,
Thocht absent ze,zit I fall nicht and day,
Zour presence haue as in my hart ingraifit.
63 Thocht
63 Thocht fanfie be bot of ane figure fainit,
Na figure feids quhair thair is na effect:
Euin fa fweit faull I perilch bot as painit,
With fanfie fed that will na fafting breck,
Suppois I haue the accident quhat reck,
Grant me the solide substance to atteine,
Gif not,quhen ze to deith fall me dire&,
Duhom bot zour awin haue ze côfoundit clein?
64 Laft,fen ze may my meladie remeid,
Releiue zour Syliphus of his refles fane:
Zour Titius bzeift that dois full ryfely bleid,
Grant grace thairto,befoir the grip be gane,
Cum Blanche the thzißt of Tantalus anone,
And cure ye wounds geuin with Achilles knyfe
Accept foz zours fair Mailtres, fuch a one,
That foz zour faik dar facrifice his lyfe.
65Emily.ZOVRDziloun fir sounds with sic skil
In Cupids Court as ze had bene vpbzocht:
De fofterit in Parnaflus fozkit Hill
Duhair Poetis hes thair flame and furie focht
Mocht tailing of sweit Helicon foz nocht,
As be zour plefant preface dois appeir:
Tending thairby,quhill as we haue na thocht,
To mak vs to zour purpois to adheir.
66 With louing language tending till allure,
With sweit discourse the fimpill till ouirfyle,
Ze caft zour craft,zour cunning and zour cure,
Bot puir Dephanes and Madynis to begyle,
Zour waillit out words,inventit foz a wyle,
To trap all those that trowis in zow na traine
The frute of flattrie is bot to defyle,
And spzed that wee can neuer get agane.
67 Ze gar vs trow that all our heids be cowit,
In prayling of our bewtie by the Skyis:
Duhë w zour wozds we ar na mair bot mowit
This way to fie gif vs ze may suppiyfe,
Zour doubill hart dois euerie day deuyle,
Ane thowfand shifts was neuer in zour thocht,
Ze labour thus with all that in zow lyis,
Fog till vndo,and bzing vs all to nocht.
68 And this conceate is common to zow all,
Fo2 zour awin luft,ze set not by our schame,
Zour sweitelt wozd,ar feafonit all with gall,
Zour faireßt phzafe, disfigures bot defame,
I think thairfoir thay gritlie ar to blame,
That trowis in zow mair noz the thing thay fe
Bot I, quhill that Emilia is my Name
To trow I fall like to San& Thomas be.
69 Flavius. For feir sweit maißtres quhatremeid Luha may perfwade quhair thair is dzeid: Zit deme ze wzangoullie in deid,
Now be my faull J (weir:
Zour honour,not zour schame I seik,
I count not by my luft ane leik,
It was na fik thing Mailtres meik,
That maid me to cum heir.
70 This is my fute ze fall me trußt,
Judge ze zour felf gif it be juft,
In honeft luif and honeft luft,
With zow to leid my lyfe:
This is the treuth of my intent,
In lawfull lufe bot onlie bent,
Aduyle zow gif ze can consent,
To be my weddit wyfe.
71 Emily. Sir furelie gif J vnderßude,
Zour meining foz to be as gude,
Ithink in ane wee sould conclude,
Befoir that it wer lang:
I am content to be zour wyfe,
To lufe and ferue zow all my lyfe,
Bot rather lay me with a knyfe,
Moz offer me ane wzang.
72 Bot fir,ane thing I haue to say,
My father hes this vther day,
In Mariage promifit me away,
Upon ane deid auld man:
With quhome thocht I be not content,
Till nane vther he will consent,
ak to thairfoir foz till invent
Ane convoy, gif zow can.
73 Lykewayis zow mon firft to me (weir,
That ze to me fall do na deir,
Moz fall not cum my bodie neir,
Foz villanie nog ill:
Ay quhill the Muptiall day fall fland,
And farther fir, gif mee zour hand,
With me for to compleit the band,
And promeis to fulfill.
74 Flavius. Haue thair my hand with al my hart
And faithfull pzomeis foz my part,
Na tyme to change quhill deithis dart,
Put till my lyfe ane end:
Bot be ane Husband traiß and trew,
Foz na suspect that anis fall rew,
Bot readie ay to do my dew,
And neuer till offend.
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