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And one whose faith has ever sacred been—"
"And so has mine (she said)—I am a Queen: 70; Her answer she shall have, I undertake; And thus an end of all dispute I make. Try when you list; and you shall find, my Lord, It is not in our sex tobreak our word."
We leave them here in this heroic strain, 710 And to the Knight our story turns again; Who in the garden, with his lovel? May, Sung merrier than the cuckow or the jay: This was his song; " Oh kind and constant be, "Constant and kind I'll ever prove to thee." 713
Thus singing as he went, at last he drew,
She stopp'd, and sighing; "Oh, good Gods! (shecry'd)
Sore sigh'd the Knight to hear his lady's cry,
At least, kind Sir, for Charity's sweet sake,
Then from your back I might ascend the tree;
Do you but stoop, and leave the rest to me." 735
"With all my soul, (he thus reply'd again) I'd spend my dearest blood to ease thy pain." With that his back against the trunk he bent, She seiz'd a twig, and up the tree she went.
Now prove your patience, gentle ladies all! 740 Nor let on me your heavy anger fall;
'Tis truth I tell, though not in phrase refin'd;
But sure it was a merrier fit, she swore,
In that nice moment, lo! the wond'ring Knight Look'd out, and stood restor'd to sudden sight. Straight on the tree his eager eyes he bent, 750
As one whose thoughts were on his spouse intent;
He cry'd, he roar'd, he storm'd, he tore his hair;
"What ails my Lord ? (the trembling dame reply'd) I thought your patience had been better try'd. Is this your love, ungrateful and unkind, 760
This my reward for having cur'd the blind?
Did I for this the pow'rof magic prove?
Unhappy wife, whose crime was too much love!" 765
"If this be struggling, bjMhis holy light, 'Tis struggling with a vengeance (quoth the Knight;) So Heaven preserve the sight it has restor'd, As with these eyes I plainly saw thee whor'd; Whor'd by my slave—perfidious wretch! may Hell As surely seize thee, as I saw too well." 771
"Guard me, good Angels! (cry'd the gentle May) Pray Heav'n this magic work the proper way! Alas, my love I 'tis certain, could you see, You ne'er had us'd these killing words to me: 775 So help me, Fates! as'tis no perfect sight, But some faint glimm'ring of a doubtful light."
"What I have said (quoth he) I must maintain, For by the immortal Pow'rs it seem'd too plain—"
"By all those Pow'rs, some frenzy seiz'd your mind 780
(Reply'd the dame) are these the thanks I find,
The drops (for women, when they list, can cry).
The Knight was touch'd; and in his looks appear'd Signs of remorse, while thus his spouse he cheer'd: "Madam, 'tis past, and my short anger o'er! Come down, and vex your tender heart no more: 790 Excuse me, dear, if aught amiss was said, For, on my word, amends shall soon be made: ^
Let my repentance your forgiveness draw;
"Ah, my lov'd Lord! 'twas much unkind (shecry'd) Qn bare suspicion thus to treat your bride. 756
But till your sight's establish'd, for a while,
sight. Then, Sir, be cautious, nor too rashly deem; 805 Heav'n knows how seldom things are what they seem! Consult your reason, and you soon shall find *Twas you were jealous, not your wife unkind. Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this, 'None judge so wrongas those who think amiss." 810
With that she leap'd into her lord's embrace, "With well-dissembled virtue in her face. He hugg'd her close, and kiss'd her o'er and o'er, Disturb'd with doubts and jealousies no more: Both, pleas'd and bless'd, renew'd their mutual vows, A fruitful wife, and a believing spouse. 816
Thus ends our Tale, whose moral next to make, Let all wise husbands hence example take; And pray, to crown the pleasure of their lives, To be so well deluded by their wives. 820
Discourse on pastoral poetry,
Spring, pastoral I.
Summer, pastoral II.
Autumn, pastoral III.
Winter, pastoral IV.
Messiah, a sacred eclogue, in imitation of V
END Or THE FIRST VOLUME.