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No. IV.



(CONCERNING this piece and its author see Account of Marlowe and his Writings. The title-page of the old ed. is,

The Second Part of Hero and Leander conteyning their further Fortunes by Ilenry Petove. Sai cito, si sit bene. London. Printed by Thomas Purfoot, for Andrew Harris, and are to be sould at his shop under the Popcs head next to the Royall Exchange. 1598, 4to.)


MARLowe's fragment ends * where Leander Can pittie take no place? is kinde remorce becomes “lord of his desires." Petowe's con Quite bannisht, quite fled ?". Then gan he to be tinuation (after some mythological matter, and horce, the encomium on Marlowe already cited) informs Vnable to exclaime against her longer; us that

Whose woe-lament made Hero's hart more “Dyke Archilaus, cruell, voyd of pitie,

stronger." Where Hero dwelt was regent of that citie.”

She now bewails the fate of Leander, and calls He conceives a violent passion for her: but she, on heaven to punish the destroyer of her happitrue to Leander, is moved neither by his “thun. dering threates " nor his soothing words. Upon this, Archilaus, expecting to have better success

“The angry Duke lay listning to her words, with the lady if Leander were away, accuses him And, till she ends, no speech at all affords ; of treason, and banishes him from Sestos. The

Vntill at length, exclaiming 'gainst her kinde, lovers take a very tender farewell of each other; Thus he breath'd foorth the venome of his minde: and Leander sets out with all speed for Delphi, Oh, timerous taunters, that delights in toyes, to consult the oracle of Apollo concerning his langling iesters, depriuers of sweete joyes, future fortunes.

Tumbling cock-boats tottering too and fro,

Grownd of the graft whence all my griefe doth “True loue quite bannisht, lust began to pleade

grow, To Hero, like a scholler deepely reade.

Sullen serpents enuiron'd with despight, • The flaming sighes that boyle within my brest, That ill for good at all times doth requite ! Faire loue,' quoth he, are cause of my vnrest; As cypresse-tree that rent is by the roote, Vnrest I entertaine for thy sweet sake,

As well-sowen seede for drought that cannot And in my tent choose sorrow for my make.t

sprout, Why dost thou frowne?' quoth he;—and then As braunch or slip bitter from whence it growes, she turn'd ;

As gaping ground that raineles cannot close, "Oh, coole the fainting soule that flaming burn'd, As fish on lande to whome no water flowes, Forc't by desire, to touch thy matchles beautie, As flowers doe fade when Phoebus rarest showes, To whome thy seruant vowes all reuerent dutie.' As Salamandra repuls'd from the fier,With that, her irefullbrowes, clowded with

Wanting my wish, I die for my desire.' frownes,

Speaking those words, death seiz'd him for his His soule, already drencht, in woe's sea drownes : But, floating on the waues, thus he gan say ; Wherewith she thought her woes were * Flint-harted lady, canst thou be so coy?




* See note 1, p. 289.
t make) i. e. mate.


remorce) i. e. compassion.

She is, however, altogether mistaken; for ‘Oft haue I read that stone relents at raine, Euristippus, the brother and successor to Archi And I impleat their barren wombe with store ; laus, in great fury accuses her of having poisoned Teares streaming downe, they wet and wet againe ; the last-mentioned personage, and is resolved to Yet pittilesse they harden more and more; make her feel his vengeance.

And when my longing soule lookes they should

sonder, “Her doome was thus : ere three moneths' date I touch the flintie stone, and they seeme stronger; tooke end,

They stronge, I weake,-alas, what hope haue I ! If she found none that would her cause defend, Hero wants comfort, Hero needs must die.' Vntimely death should seize her as a pray, And vnresisting life should death obay.

When the melodious shrill-toung'd nightingale Meane-time within a rocke-fram'd castle strong With heauie cheere had warbled this sad tale, She was imprison'd, traytors vile among.

Night's drowsie god an iuorie cannopie Where, discontented when she should haue rested, Curtaines before the windowes of faire beautie : Her foode bad fare, with sighes and teares she Drown'd thus in sleepe, she spent the wearie feasted

night: And when the breathlesse horses of the Sunne There leaue I Hero in a heauie plight. Had made their stay, and Luna had begun Now to the woefull pilgrime I returne, With cheerefull smyling browes to grace darke Whose passions force the gentle birdes to mourno: night

They see Leander weepe, with heauie note
Clad in blacke sable weedes, for want of light, They faintly singe, as when they singe by rote;
This all-alone sad lady gan to play,

While he gan descant on his miserie,
Framing sweet musick to her well-a-day; The pretie fowles doe make him melodie.
Th' effect whereof this sonnet plainely showes,
The fountaine whence springs Hero's heauie woes.

LEANDER'S COMPLAINT OF HIS RESTLES ESTATE. HERO'S LAMENTATION IN PRISON. * Night's mourning blacke and mistie vailing hew

'BRIGIT heauen's immortall mouing sphcares, Shadowes the blessed comfort of the sunne,

And Phæbus all diuine, At whose bright gaze I wonted to renew

Rue on lowe earth’s vnfained teares My liueles life, when life was almost done.

That issue from earth's eyne. Done is my life, and all my pleasure done,

Eyes were these no-eyes whilst eies' eye-sight For he is gone in whome my life begun :

lasted, Vnbappie I, poore I, and none as I,

But these darke eyes' cleere sight sad sorrow

wasted. But pilgrim he, poore he, that should be by.

My loue exild, and I in prison fast,

• What creature liuing liues in griefe Out-streaming teares breake into weeping raine : That breathes on Tellus' soile, He too soone banisht, I in dungeon cast,

But heauens pitie with reliefe, He for me mourneth, I for him complaine.

Saue me, a slaue to spoyle? He's banished, yet liues at libertie,

Spoyle doe his worst; spoyle cannot spoile me And I exild, yet liue in miserie;

more; He weepes for me far off, I for him here :

Spoyle neuer spoyl’d so true a loue before. I would I were with him, and he more nere !

• The stricken deere stands not in awe . But this imprisoning caue, this woefull cell,

Of blacke grymu irefull death, This house of sorrow and increasing woe,

For he findes hearbes * that can withdrawe Griefe's tearie chamber where sad care doth dwell,

The shaft, to saue his breath;
Where liquid teares, like top-fild seas, doe flow, The chased deere hath soile † to coole his heate;
Beating their waues 'gainst still relentles stone,

The toyled steed is vp in stable set;
Still still they smile on me, and I still mone;
I weepe to stone, and stone of stone I finde,
Colde stone colde comfort yeilds,-oh, most

* For he finder hearbes, &c.] See note *, p. 212. ynkinde!

soile] Sce note t, p. 264.

• The sillie owles lurke in the leaues,

Yet, since her lord Leander was not nie,
Shine sunne or night's queene whether; She was resolu'd eyther to liue or die.
The sparrowe shrowdes her in the eaues But her Leander, carefull of his loue,
From stormes of huffing weather;

Intending loue's firme constancie to proue,
Fowles comfort finde; Leander findes no friend : (Yf to his lot the honour did befall,)
Then, comfortlesse, Leander's life must end.'” Withdrew himselfe into the pallaice-ball,

Where he was armed to his soules content, By this time, “the smiling browes of Heauen ” And priuily conducted to a tent, being pleased" to set a period to Leander's toyle,” From whence he issu'd foorth at trumpet's sound; he reaches Delphi in safety :

Who, at the first encounter, on the ground

Forced the mazed Duke sore panting lie, “He craues long-lookt-for rest, or else to die :

Drown'd in the ryuer of sad extacie. To whome the Oracle gan thus reply.

At length reuiuing, he doth mount againe ;

Whome young Leander in short time had slaine. THE ORACLE.

The Duke quite dead, this all-vnknowne young

knight He loueth thine, that loues not thee :

Was foorthwith made the heire of Sestos' right;
His love to thine shall fatall bee :

The princesse Hero set at libertie,
Vpon suspect she shalbe slaine,

Kept by the late dead Duke in miserie ;
Vnles thou doe returne againe."

Whose constancie Leander gan to proue,

And now anew begins to court his loue.”
Such a response could not fail to "renewe
Leander's woes againe." He, however, thinks it
best to return to Sestos, that be may prevent, if

Hero, having no idea who he is, concludes an

answer to his addresses by saying, possible, the threatened danger; and presently he arrives there.

“But rest content and satisfied with this, “This backe-retired pilgrime liu'd secure,

Whilst true Leander liues, true Hero's his,'And in vnkuowen disguise he did indure

* And thy Leander liues, sweete soule,' sayde he, Full two moneths' space, vntill the time drew nie 'Praysing thy all-admired chastitie: To free faire Hero or inforce her die."

Though thus disguis'd, I am that banisht knight

That for affecting thee was put to flight; On that day there is a great assembly of knights Hero, I am Leander, thy true phere, * and ladies. Hero, at the Duke's command, is

As true to thee as life to me is deere.' brought forth from her dungeon; and her beauty

When Hero all-amazed gan reuiue, excites much admiration among the crowd.

And she that then seem'd dead was now aliue,

With kinde imbracements, kissing at each straine, “ Though by the sterne Duke she was dishonored, She welcoms him and kisses him againe : Yet of the people she was honored;

' By thee my ioyes haue shaken of dispaire, Mongst whome exil'd Leander, all vnscene All stormes be past, and weather waxeth faire; And all vnknowne, attended on his queene. By thy returne Hero receaues more ioye When to the neere-adioyning pallaice-gate, Then Paris did when Hellen was in Troy; The place appointed for the princely combate, By thee my heauy doubts and thoughts are fled, They did approch, there might all eies behold And now my wits with pleasant thoughts are The Duke in armour of pure beaten gold,

fed.'Mounted vpon a steed as white as snow,

'Feed, sacred sainct, on nectar all diuine, The proud Duke Euristippus, Hero's foe. While these my eyes,' quoth he, .gaze on thy Hero being seated in rich maiestie,

eyne; A seruile hand-mayd to captiuitie,

And ever after may these eyes beware From whence she might behold that gentle knight, That they on strangers' beautie neuer stare : That for her sake durst hazard life in fight; My wits I charme henceforth they take such For this was all the comfort Hero had,

heede So many eyes shed teares to see her sad;

They frame no toyes, my faucies new to feede; Her hand-maide Hope perswaded her, some one Vndaunted knight would be her champion ;

* phere] Sce noto 1. p. 297.

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