Fortunes Tennis-Ball: OR, The Most Excellent History OF Dorastus and Fawnia.
Rendered in Delightful English Verse; and worthy the Perusal of all sorts of People
By S S. Gent. Lucis Anecreon.
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Printed by A. M. for I. Deacon at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, 1688.
The most Excellent History OF DORASTUS and FAWNIA.
CANT. I.
Bohemia's King is visited
By Sicil's Prince (who hath been bred
In King Pandosto's Royal Court:)
Who doubts his Queen and he do sport
Between the sheets, and (though in vain)
Contrives a way to have been slain:
Egistus sees the snare, and flies
By Sea, to escape these Treacheries.
INspire me gentle Love, and jealousie
Give me thy passion, and thy extasie:
While to a pleasant Air I strike the strings,
Singing the Fates of Lovers and of Kings.
Fertile Bohemia (fam'd in German stories,
For happy government, and of her glories.)
Had once a King Pandosto nam'd, by birth
Exceeding Royal, and for innate worth
Every way excellent: his royal Mate,
Bellaria call'd, a woman blest by Fate,
With learned Education, fair by nature,
For Vertue famous, earths divinest creature:
This happy pair had not been married long,
(Scarce had they reach'd the Key of Hymens song)
When generous Lucina gave a boy,
To their hearts comfort, and the general joy:
The King to manifest his high content,
Proclaim'd a solemn Just or Turnament;
Fame bears the Embassie on Eagles wings,
His Court is now a Parliament of Kings:
Great feastings, masks, mirth, & deeds of arms,
While Honor sits inthron'd with all her charms
But when this great Assembly takes her leave,
(And Royal Present from the King receive)
The Infant Prince (Garinter) doth consort
With careful Nurses in his Fathers Court;
What can the powers Etherial add to this?
Can great Pandosto wish for better bliss?
Or sweet Bellaria covet more than Fate
Already hath confer'd? But what Estate
Can boast a firm fixt Basis, if the blind,
False, sickle Goddess hath its fall design'd:
Sicilia's King (Egistus) who had found
His Education on Bohemian ground
From's Infancy, until the gods had given
Him power on earth like to the powers in heaven:
To manifest no tract of time could race
His friendship out, nor distancy of place
Estrange his love, in ships well rig'd & man'd,
If cause requir'd the pyrats to withstand,
Burthens great Neptune's back, a chosen train
Of peers attending on their Soveraign:
The winds were still, no noxious blast has power
To sally forth from Aeolas brazen tower;
The seas are calm, the crooked Dolphins play,
Doris fair daughter dancing all the way,
Till great Egistus treads that happy earth,
Had been his Foster-mother from his birth.
Bellaria in whose breast the Graces rested,
With all the Glories of her sex invested)
Imagining her Husbands Kingly heart
Would be the more her own, did she impart
All special favours, to his friend, admitted,
(Perhaps more intimacy than befitted)
Egistus to her private walks, her Eye
Revealing her mind's (just) captivity:
His Chamber oftentimes she would frequent,
Which caus'd suspicion, tho' no ill was meant:
For these two Constellations still did move
Within the Orb of true Platonick love.
Pandosto marks their meetings, and doth fry
In the blue flames of baneful jealousie:
He calls to mind the beauty of his dear,
And then Egistus merits do appear
Full bloom'd; he next begins to scrutinize
Their private union, and their Coloquies;
He straightway fancies, and concludes at last,
Egist. a Villain, and his Wife unchast:
These erring fires shall lead him up and down
Till he grows weary of his Life and Crown.
But yet he knows not which way to compose
A ruine which may (falsly) crush his Foes:
He knows Egistus is a mighty King,
And cannot sink without his ruining:
He knows his Wife has every subjects heart,
Paying just homage to her high desert:
Since then there is no force of publick force,
He now resolves to take a private course:
Egistus shall not fall by steel, but die
By poyson, this must Franion's industry
Accomplish; he that bears his cup must kill
His gentle friend, and he'l reward thee ill
With numerous dignities, but Franion's soul
Dreadly abhors to act a deed so foul:
He therefore sets before the King what guilt
He would accrew, what blood must needs he spilt
What miseries must follow: but in vain
Does Franion charm his Serpent soveraign:
He must perform't or die; O killing words!
But Franion, who by millions of swords
Had rather perish, than (to give consent
Unto his Prince) to kill the innocent:
Resolves (what ever haps) to break the thing,
Though't break his neck) unto Sicilia's King:
To him he opens all; Egistus scarce
Can credit Franion's tale, though his discourse
Have secret truth for warrant. Can it be
Pandosto should be treacherous? (quoth he)
First i'le believe earth moves, & heaven stands still,
I never propt his foes, or sought his ill:
But Franion, to remove all doubts, declares
If that Egistus will forsake these snares,
And sail into Sicilia, if when there
(Safe in his fulgent throne, & free from fear.)
The truth of this Narration were not shown,
To seize his life by tortures yet unknown.
Egistus now believes, and craves advice
Of Franion (whom he finds maturely wise)
He counsels him, if now the winds sat right,
To weigh his Anchor, and set sail that night.
Fortune (though blind) favours this righteous cause,
With busie care: nor doth Egistus pause,
But (by the help of Franion) secretly
With winged haste (by help of Luna's lunacy)
He passes through the City Postern-gate
With all his train, and is so blest by fate,
To find the Skies serene, the Surgos came
Within the sight of Syracuse: the shore
Is throng'd with loyal subjects, to adore
Their lawful Prince; their cheerful ecchoes ring,
Heavens bless our Soveraign, GOD preserve the KING.
CANT. II.
Pandosto seizes on his Queen,
What various griefs and woes are seen?
She brings a Daughter forth, whom he
Leaves to the mercy of the Sea,
In a frail boat: Bellaria's try'd
For looseness and for Paracide:
But by Apollo's upright doom,
She scapes a wisht-for Martyrdom.
The Prince Garinter dies, whose death
Bereaves the Queen Bellaria's breath.
Pandosto's penitence (too late)
Who builds a Tomb to humour fate.
EGistus thus delivered by the god,
From eminent ruine, all their Altars loads
With Sacrifices, for their blest support,
When death did want him in Pandosto's Court:
Whose Citizens are all in uproar, they
Believe that the Sicilians went away
Doubting some curst contrivance, since their flight
Was shrouded with the sullen mists of night:
But King Pandosto now will Pawn his life,
That his Cup-bearer (Franion) and his Wife
Bellaria, had plotted this protection,
Prov'd by the fervency of her affection:
So swoln with rage, he instantly commands
Thsse of the Guard, to lay their guity hands
Upon his guiltless Queen (there's no denial)
And make her Prisoner till the day of tryal:
The Guard (with much reluctancy) perform
The King commands, the words of Kings can charm.
They find her playing with her pretty Son
Garinter, and declare what must be done
Bellaria swouns for sorrow, when she hears
The cruel message (which they tell in tears.)
But her immaculate, thrice spotless mind.
Sings her Quietus, though her death's design'd
Away she goes (free from the thought of crime)
In doleful sighs and tears to pass the time,
Pandosto then complains (his own disgrace)
That King Egistus had supply'd his place.
Rode in his saddle, (tho his old companion)
By the lewd practice of the Traytor Franion
Who now is fled away with Sicils King,
He therefore, must be just in punishing
His Wifes adultery, the people (who
Do never further than the outside go)
Easily fancy the report, she stood
(Say they) one fair in fame, she once was good:
The injur'd Queen mean time is tyr'd with wo;
And now (as Fates conspire her overthrow)
She finds her self with Child, she wrings her hands,
For now, quoth she, the King confirmed stands,
(Who cruelly consents to credit fables)
That Egist. put a wrong point in his tables:
O how does Fortune in disaster vary,
Tho' safely brought to bed, I must miscarry;
The sailor bears a part in this same Ditty,
And thinking it would move the King to pity,
Conveys the story to his Royal Ear,
Who raves & foams like some incensed Bear,
Baited by Mastiffs: he shall surely die,
Qd. he, tho' Iove should give my words the lie:
Her Bastard too shall suffer death, by this,
The Glory of the Sex delivered is
Of a fair Daughter, this Pandosto hears,
And holding up his hand to Heaven, swears
Both Child & Mother shall be burnt with fire,
His Nobles strive to mitigate his ire:
They tell him that his Queen had ever prov'd
How much she honour'd, & how much she lov'd
His sacred Person; say she were defil'd
Nature and Justice yet would spare the child:
But all these reasons cannot abate his grudge,
Who is the Queens Accuser, and her Judge:
But yet at last he is content to spare
The child, but find a death more cruel far:
He lights on this device: the child, quoth he,
As't came by Fortune, so to Destiny
I will commit it in a sledgy Boat;
This Royal infant must on Neptune float;
Left to the mercy of the winds & seas,
But Heaven has care of such sweet Babes as these:
He then commands his Guard to fetch the Brat
(For so he terms it) who was sucking at
Its mothers milky tears; what heart can think?
Had I huge Oaks for Pens, the sea for Ink,
And Homer's deathless Verse, I could not show
Half the stern horror of Bellaria's woe.
Half dead they leave the Queen, and bring the child
Whose face would make a savage Scythian mild,
Unto the King, who strait commands his guard
To put it into the little Boat, prepar'd
For this fell purpose, neither Rudder nor
A Sail to guide it to some happy shore:
The Infant plac'd, unto a ship they tye
The little Bark, and hale it instantly
Into the Main; this done, they cut the cord,
And then return to certifie their Lord.
They were no sooner gone, but there arose
A mighty Tempest, like to potent foes;
Austes with Boneas fights, the seas swell high,
The sparkling Surges front the weeping Skie.
But here the Muse must leave this Theam a while
And unto King Pandosto turn her stile:
Who yet not glutted with revenge, conveens
All his chief Lords, declaring that he means,
His trothless Queen in open Court to try,
For Murder (meant) and for Adultery:
Behold, Bellaria's at the Bar, she throws
A light about her, though hem'd in with woes.
Her innocence gives courage above thought.
And now the Kings hir'd witnesses are brought
Who heard the hapless Queen declare her grief,
That King Pandosto ever had the chief
Seat in her heart, that she had ever been
His faithful subject, and his loyal Queen:
That she no love had to Egistus shown,
But such as strictest Anchorites might own:
Pandosto tells her, that her surest fence
(Considering her Crime) was impudence:
Her guilt emboldens her, but thou shalt die,
Quoth he, by furious fire, to typifie
Thy fate in Hell: Bellaria kneeling on
The humble earth (in a distracted tone)
Besought the King, by the great love he bare,
To his young son Garinter, his sole heir,
To grant her one request; 'twas this, to send
Six of his Nobles, Phoebus to attend
At Delphos, if that God (who all things knew)
Should ratifie her guilt, all torments due
To parricide, and vile adulterous sin,
Practis'd against the Person of a King,
Might be inflicted: this most just request
So reasonable, could not find the least
Repulse, without Pandosto by his deeds
Will make it know, his Will all Law exceeds:
The Queen returns to Prison, he to Court;
And the six Lords together now consort
For Cynthia's temple, & three weeks expir'd,
Their feet salute that shore so much desir'd,
With great Devotion the six Peers pass on,
Unto the fame of fam'd Hyperion:
Where come, they offer liberal sacrifice,
And gratifie his Priests with Gifts of price:
They had not long chanted the Hymn divine
Kneeling down before Apollo's shrine,
But they might hear a voice resembling thunder,
(To their great joy, but to their greater wonder)
Crying, Bohemians, what ye apt to find
Behind the Altar, take up: 'tis the mind
Of great Apollo, they forthwith obey,
And find a parchment scroll, which thus did say.
THE ORACLE.
Suspicions are no proofs, and jealousie
A Iudge that's swag'd by damn'd partiality:
Bellaria's chast, Egistus void of blame,
Pandosto treacherous, and void of shame:
Franion's a Loyal Subject; the sweet Child,
(That in a paper Cock-boat was exil'd
Its native Country) is most innocent:
Pandosto shall embrace his Monument,
Without an Heir, unless the Femal's found,
whom July men conjecture to be drown'd.
No sooner had the Lords this Schedule handled,
But by Apollo's Priests they were commanded,
Not to presume to read it till they came
Unto Pandosto (as they dread the name
Of sacred Phoebus) home return'd, they tell
The King what hapned at the Oracle:
Shewing the scroll, the Nobles of the Land
Intreat the K. he forthwith would command
The Queen unto the Bar, and there, before
The Lords & Commons, if she were a Whore,
Appoint her such a death as might deter
Her sex from paths so much irregular;
But if her grace were faultless found, that then
She might be lov'd and honour'd once agen.
This counsel pleas'd Pandosto, and next day
His Peers they all appear, the people they
May witness with them; poor Bellaria stands
Before the Bar, to Heaven her eyes and hands
She lifts, her soul-Indictment's read, but she
Puts in a pithy and a noble plea;
Pandosto then commands a Duke to read
The scroll, being what Apollo had decreed:
Which when the people heard, they clapt their hands
While King Pandosto all amazed stands,
Asham'd of his rash folly, but at last
He begs Bellaria to forgive what's past:
But while he's courting her, that's easily led,
Black news is brought that Prince Garinter's dead,
which soon as fair Bellaria hears, she dies,
Her soul ascending to the Deities.
The King (affectionate too late) so much
Laments her death, his inward grief is such,
For 3 days space he's speechless, but at length
Recovering his forfeit speech and strength;
He pours forth seas of tears, and makes such moan,
Rocks would relent to hear him sigh & groan:
But time asswages these laments: the King
Makes preparation for the burying
Of chast Bellaria, and his lifeless Heir,
Whom in one sumptuous tomb he doth interr
Making such solemn Obsequies, as told
How dear he did his Queen Bellaria hold:
Upon whose Tomb (the glory of her kind)
In golden Letters were these numbers sign'd,
Here lies intomb'd Bohemia's blessed Queen,
(Bellaria) whose fame shall flourish green;
While Sol shall dart a beam, accus'd to be
Ʋnchast and conscious of Adultery:
But by Apollo's sacred arbitration,
Restor'd with glory to her former station.
Yet slain with grief at last, grief that had long
Surchang'd her soul, caus'd by her Husbands wrong:
Therefore whoe'r thou art that passeth by
Curse him that caus'd this Royal Queen to die.
Into this Monument once every day
The King Pandosto would repair, to pay
A dolorous Tribute, where (lamenting) we
Will leave him, and review the raging sea,
Where his young Daughter floats on Neptunes back,
High Providence protecting her from wrack.
CANT. III.
The Child that floated on the Main,
Is sav'd by a Sicilian Swain:
Who fosters her with happy care,
Till she is almost fit to bear:
Her glorious beauty is made known,
To King Egistus's only Son;
Who comes to gaze, but when they part,
Fawnia secludes his Princely heart:
(Doubting his Father's rage) they flye
VVith an intent for Italy,
But by a sullen fate are driven
Into a fair Bohemian Haven:
Dorastus is to Prison sent,
(To Fawnia's direful discontent)
VVho now is known Paridosto's Heir;
All to Sicilia then repair:
There these two Lovers (crost by Fate
Till now) becomes incorporate:
Pandosto kills himself, and leaves
His Crown, Dorastus it receives.
THe Infant Princess by a cruel doom,
Allow'd in bright-hair'd Thetis angry womb
(Tost by the merciless winds and angry seas)
Avoids the horrid shock for two whole days
But had not scap'd the third, if she that guides
Saphire-hew'd Neptune, and in triumph ride
Over the surface of the swelling deep,
Had not commanded Spio safe to keep
The Royal babe; the plyant Nymph obeys
Guiding the boat through Neptunes pathless ways
Till on the Coast of Sicily it stands,
There Spio leaves it sticking on the sands:
It fortuned a shepherd that had lost
One of his Flock, implores about the Coast,
His sheep he seekt in vain: but in's retreat
The shepherd hears this pretty Lamb to bleat
He stands amaz'd a while being crampt with fear,
But taking heart of grace, he comes more near:
Finding the fairest Babe e're seen with eye,
Wrapt in a Mantle broidered curiously:
The shepherd (who's astonisht at the thing)
Resolves to bear the Child unto the King;
The pretty Bantling in his arms he bears,
And presently unto his Cot repairs:
But as the shepherd seiz'd the Royal Child,
A Purse of Gold he at her feet beheld:
His mind is altered now, himself will keep
The Infant (who does writhe his head & weep,
Wanting the dulcide Dug) but he hasts home,
And is no sooner to his Mansion come,
But the Child cries aloud; the shepherdess
(Amaz'd) with both her hands her self doth bless.
Women (tho' excellent) are so much accurst
By Nature, that they still believe the worst:
She thinks it is some Bastard, seizes on
A Cudgel, vowing Chastigation:
The good man seeing her, (who wore the Breeches)
Arm'd with her Mace, strives with the fairest speeches,
To pacific her rage, but his sweet Honey
Cannot be won, until the Purse of Money
Greet her gray eyes; declaring all the matter,
How he had found the Infant on the water:
She then began to simper somewhat sweetly,
And in her arms she takes the Babe most neatly;
Be sure (quoth he) you never blab our store,
Profit (qd. she) is a good Hatch to th' door:
All things in order fet, he carefully
Doth keep his sheep, she sings a Lullaby
At home unto her Babe: the Child grew tall,
Inrich'd with all those Graces which we call
Supreamly excellent; she's Fawnia nam'd,
Fawnia, that shall in future time be fam'd:
The honest shepherd and the shepherdess
Her Father and Mother she doth guess;
Whom she obey'd in all things, yet her face
Was so Coelestial; and with such a grace
She bears her self (so young, and yet so sage)
All men might run and see her Parentage.
The Swainlings who live near, do wonder sore
That Porrus, who was once so very poor,
Should on the sudden have such wondrous store
Blest with a daughter too, whose wit & feature
Almost declar'd she was no mortal creature;
Who now such favour finds in each man's eye,
Sicilia's Prince hears of her fulgency;
Egistus Son (Dorastus) whose rare parts
Wan him the peoples wonder, with their hearts:
Now by the gods (qd. he) speaking in laughter,
I will go see the shepherds handsom daughter:
Who kept her fathers sheep with solemn care.
The chearful Sun did for the West prepare,
When Prince Dorastus goes from Court, set on,
And finds the fairest Fawnia all alone;
Somnus had seiz'd her senses on the ground,
Cloth'd with sweet grass, she slept, her head was crown'd
With a fine flowry Chaplet, Flora she,
Or arrow-loving Cynthia seem'd to be:
But while the Prince doth feed his greedy eyes
His noble heart becomes her beauties prize:
Who waking, wonders; she conceits some god
Had left the pleasures of his bright aboad,
To bless Mortality, upon her knee
She falls; Incomparable Mago, quoth he,
I am no Deity; though Princes are
Call'd gods, like other mortal men they fare,
And travel to the Grave the self-same way.
I am thy slave, most beautious Fawnia,
Behold Dorastus King Egistus Son,
Implores thy love, sure Fawnia can be won;
The shepherdess (whose colour went and came)
To hear of Love, and Prince Dorastus Name,
Replies, My gracious Lord, it is your will
To jest with her who shall adore you still.
But simple shepherds never aim so high
As Princes Courts; the brow of Majesty
Breaks their frail senses, Odours poyson them,
They dare not gaze upon a Diadem.
This said, she rose, and reverently bow'd,
While 1000 thoughts about her soul do crowd:
The Prince repay'd her courtesie with a kiss;
Can Heaven (qd. he) afford a greater bliss?
Now by the Powers coelestial, should my father
(As sure he will) & all earthly Kings together,
Conspire to hinder my Resolves, I'de do
What my unbounded thoughts do prompt me to;
I'le wed thee Fawnia, we this night will fly
From hence (my Dear) to fertile Italy:
Good store of Gold and Jewels we will bear
Along, the rich find friendship every where:
Fawnia replies, Your Highness speech shall be,
As true and sacred Oracles to me.
Dispose your humble hand maid as you please,
Within these few hours we will take the seas;
(Quoth he) I have a trusty servant, who
I know will further what I lift to do:
Him will I send to thee within this hour,
Him follow; and may the Almighty power
Prosper our loves: this said, they kiss & part;
Dorastus soon (aided by Capnia's art)
Fills three fair casks full of Gold, beside
Trunks full of rich Attire for his fair Bride:
A ship lies ready, and (as their intents
Were own'd by Heaven) no rude North-wind rents
The rolling waves, while things preparing were
Capnia doth unto Fawnia repair;
Who welcomes this true servant to her Lord,
By whom she presently is brought on board:
The Mariners finding such pleasant gales,
Prepape for lanching, and expand their sails:
When lo, Dorastus comes and clips his Dear,
And now they on the raging Ocean are;
Who slatters for a while, but suddenly
A paleful darkness muffles up the sky:
The winds are all inlarg'd, dire thunders heard,
The Master pores in vain upon the Card:
All look for death, when lo, a minutes time
Makes satisfaction for three days crime:
All's whist, and they are lodg'd upon the port
That's not far distant from Pandosto's Court,
Dorastus droops so to mistake his way,
Instead of Italy, Bohemia.
Fawnia laments, for now, behold, there came
Some of Pandosto's Guard, to know what name
The Ship did bear, and presently to bring
All her Inhabitants unto the King:
There no excuse can serve, along they go,
Dorastus, Fawnia, and Capnio,
With lowly homage, humbled on the knee,
They do salute Bohemia's Majesty;
Who askt Dorastus what's his name, & whence
He came, and straitway renders his pretence:
My name, Sir, is Meleagrus, by my birth
A Knight, brought up on Trapolonian's earth:
This Gentlewoman, whom I mean to make
My wife, is an Italian, for whose sake
(Doubting her friends consent) I took my way
By partial Fate, to Trapolonia;
But forc'd by tempest hither ('gainst my mind)
Where I shall hope hospicious friends to find,
Pandosto starting from his Throne, replies,
Now by the everliving Deities,
Thou art a perjur'd Traytor, and hast won
This Lady to her sure destruction;
By cursed frauds, who for her grace & beauty
Merits that mighty Kings should do her duty
And till I hear of her descent, and can
Prove that thou art a Trapolonian,
A Prison shall contain thee. No reply
Dorastus made, being hurried presently
To prison; Fawnia wrings her Lilly palms,
And swoons away, vext with uncessant qualms
Pandosto, who (tho' old and sapless grown)
Loves the lewd act more than he lov'd his Crown,
He deeply doats on Fawnia, comforts her,
Promising, if she'l presently confer
Her love on him, he'l instantly set free
Her Knight, and raise him unto dignity:
She scarce refrains to pull the Tyrants beard,
Calls him a Dog for Footy Dis prepar'd.
A month is past since King Egistus lost
His son, who sends about to every coast.
At last his willy Messengers resort,
With hasty motion, to Pandosto's Court;
Who kindly welcomes them, their charge is thus,
Where e're they find his son, with courteous
And winged language to convene him home,
But if they find he will yet further rome,
To bring him into Sicily by force:
But for poor Fawnia, her doom is worse,
She must be murther'd instantly, and so
The Princes servant, faithful Capnio;
They had no sooner told the Embassy,
But King Pandosto sendeth presently
For Meleagrus; he's Sicilia's Heir
He knows, and he is glad he has him there:
Dorastus wonders at this great mutation,
But more to see some Lords of his own nation.
There is no bogling now, Pandosto's glad
That he shall manifest the hate he had
Conceiv'd 'gainst Fawnia for her great disdain
Commanding she and Capnio should be slain.
Fawnia (no doubt, inspir'd by Heaven) cries,
O why did the cruel Destinies
Cause Prince Dorastus to affect a Maid
So far beneath him, now to death betray'd?
But since I must forsake the World, take here
Brave Prince, this chain, which still for my sake wear,
Which from my Infancy has ever been,
About my neck, but till now never seen.
Pandosto starts, he knew the chain of old,
It was his wives: he then began to hold
His thoughts in strict suspence, compares the time
Since (mad with rage) he acted that black crime
He finds she is his Daughter; strait he rears
Himself from's throne, watring his cheeks with tears
Ah Fawnia! my sweet Fawnia, he doth cry,
All there admire at this strange Colloquie:
Fawnia is not more glad that she has found
So great a Father; then Dorastus crown'd
With glorious hope, to gain so brave a wife,
The Lords on both sides joy, that now the strife
'Twixt the Sicilians and Bohemia's State,
Shall cease and nought remain of ancient hate
The King great Feasts & Iustings doth prepare
For joy he now hath found a Female Heir:
Which done, he does imbark himself and his,
With Prince Dorastus, and his only bliss
Divinest Fawnia: the Sicilian Peers
He takes along, and Neptunes brow appears
So smooth, in six days they see Syracuse,
Egistus marvels when he hears the news
And having heard Pandosto's story, sends
For Porrus, who was in the Jaylors hands,
Who tells the truth of all, how Fawnia scapt,
Shewing the Mantle wherein she was wrapt:
Pandosto Knights him, and the Lovers are
The next day married, Hymen every where
Is chanted: Lo Hymen each man sings,
And an eternal League 'twixt the two Kings
Concluded, every Commoner is feasted.
For forty days, so long the triumph lasted;
Which was no sooner ended, but his soul
Vext for his former facts, so black and foul
Having betraid his Friend, and slain his Wife,
Pandosto's own hands takes Pandosto's life:
Whose death for many days they do bewail,
And then Dorastus and his Queen set sail
For fair Bohemia, where he sumptuously
Inters his Father, Governs graciously
For many years, till Death (with little pain)
Did put a period to his Life and Reign.
FINIS.