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Unc!os'd her eyes, and double day reveald, But he was pre-engag‘d by former ties,
The slavering cudden, propp'd upon his staff, And Iphigene, oblig'd by former vows,
Her sire and she to Rhodian Pasimond,
Though both repenting, were by promise bound, Then she: " What inakes you, Cymon, here Nor could retract; and thus, as Fate decreed, alone?"
Though better lov’d, he spoke too late to speed. (For Cymon's name was round the country known The doom was past, the ship, already sent, Because descended of a noble race,
Did all his tardy diligence prevent: And for a soul ill sorted with his face).
Sigh'd to herself the fair unhappy maid, But still the sot stood silent with surprise, While stormy Cymon thus in secret said: With fix'd regard on her new-open'd eyes, “ The time is come for Iphigene to find And in his breast receiv'd th' envenom'd dart, The miracle she wrought upon my mind: A tickling pain that pleas'd amid the smart. Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love But, conscious of her form, with quick distrust In rank shall place me with the bless'd above. She saw his sparkling eyes, and feard his brutal For mine by love, by force she shall be mine, This to prevent, she wak'd her sleepy crew, [lust: Or death, if force should fail, shall finish my design." And, rising hasty, took a short adieu.
Resolv'd he said; and rigg'd with speedy care Then Cymon first his rustic voice essay'd, A vessel strong, and well equipp'd for war. With proffer'd service to the parting maid The secret ship with chosen friends he stord; To see her safe; his hand she long deny'd, And, bent to die or conquer, went aboard. But took at length, asham'd of such a guide. Ambush'd he lay behind the Cyprian shore, So Cymon led her home, and leaving there, Waiting the sail that all his wishes bore ; No more would to his country clowns repair, Nor long expected, for the following tide But sought his father's house, with better mind, Sent out the hostile ship and beauteous bride. Refusing in the farm to be confin'd.
To Rhodes the rival bark directly steer'd, The father wonder'd at the son's return,
When Cymon sudden at her back appear'd, And knew not whether to rejoice or moarn; And stopp'd her fight: then, standing on his But doubtfully receivd, expecting still
In haughty terms he thus defy'd the foe: (prow, To learn the secret causes of his alter'd will. “ Or strike your sails at summons, or prepare Nor was he long delay'd: the first request To prove the last extremities of war." He made, was like his brothers to be dress'd, Thus warn'd, the Rhodians for the fight proride; And, as his birth requir'd, above the rest,
Already were the vessels side by side, [bride. With ease his suit was granted by his sire, These obstinate to save, and those to seize the Distinguishing his heir by rich attire:
But Cymon soon his crooked grapples cast, His body thus adorn'd, he next design'd
Which with tenacious hold his foes embrac'd, With liberal arts to cultivate his mind :
And, arm’d with sword and shield, amid the press He sought a tutor of his own accord,
he pass'd. And study'd lessons he before abhorr'd.
Fierce was the fight, but, hastening to his prey, Thus the man-child advanc'd, and learn'd so fast, By force the furious lover freed his way : That in short time his equals he surpass'd: Himself alone dispers'd the Rhodian crew, His brutal manners from his breast exild,
The weak disdain'd, the valiant ovetthrew; His mien he fashion'd, and his tongue he fil'd; Cheap conquest for his following friends remain'd. In every exercise of all admir'd,
He reap'd the field, and they but only gleau'd. He seem'd, nor only seem'd, but was inspir'd: His victory confess'd, the foes retreat, Inspir'd by Love, whose business is to please; And cast the weapons at the victor's feet. He rode, he fencd, he mov'd with graceful ease, Whom thus he chear'd: “O Rhodian youth, I More fam'd for sense, for courtly carriage more, For love alone, nor other booty sought : [fought Than for his brutal folly known before.
Your lives are safe; your vessel I resign; What then of alter'd Cymon shall we say, Yours be your own, restoring what is mine: But that the fire which choak'd in ashes lay, In Iphigene I claim my rightful due, A load too heavy for his soul to move, (Love. Robb’d by my rival, and detain'd by you : Was upward blown below, and brush'd away by Your Pasimond a lawless bargain drove, Love made an active progress through his mind, The parent could not sell the daughter's love ; The dusky parts he clear'd, the gross refind, Or, if he could, my Love disdains the laws, The drowsy wak'd; and as he went impress'd And like a king by conquest gains his cause : The Maker's image on the human breast.
Where arms take place, all other pleas are vain, Thus was the man amended by desire,
Love taught me force, and Force shall love mainAnd though he lov'd perhaps with too much fire,
tain, His father all his faults with reason scann'd, You, what by strength you could not keep, release, And lik'd an errour of the better hand;
And at an easy ransom bay your peace.” [cord, Excus'd th' excess of passion in his mind,
Fear on the conquer'd side soon sign'd th' acBy flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd: And Iphigene to Cymon was restord : So Cymon, since his sire indulg'd his will,
While to his arms the blushing bride he took, lmpetuous lov'd, and would be Cymon still; To seeming sadness she compos'd her look; Galesus he disown'd, and chose to bear [fair. As if by force subjected to his will, The name of fool confirm'd and bishop'd by the Though pleas'd, dissembling, and a woman still.
To Cipseus by his friends his suit he mor'd, And, for she wept, he wip'd her falling tears, Cipseus the father of the fair be lov'd:
And pray'd her to dismiss her empty fears;
“For yours I am," he said, “and have deserv'd And curs'd the hostile shore of Pasimond, Your love much better whom so long 1 serv'd, Sav'd from the seas, and snipwreck'd on the ground. Than he to whom your formal father ty'd
The frighted sailors try'd their strength in vain Your vows, and sold a slave, not sent a bride.” To turn the stern, and tempt the stormy main; Thus while he spoke, he seiz'd the willing prey, But the stiff wind withstood the labouring oar, As Paris bore the Spartan spouse away.
And forc'd them forward on the fatal shore ! Fainty she scream'd, and ev'n her eyes confess'd | The crooked keel now bites the Rhodian strand, She rather would be thought, than was distress'd. And the ship moor'd constrains the crew to land: Who now exults but Cymon in his mind? Yet still they might be safe, because unknown, Vain hopes and empty joys of human kind, But, as ill fortune seldom comes alone, Proud of the present, to the future blind! The vessel they dismiss'd was driven before, Secure of Fate, while Cymon plows the sea, Already shelter'd on their native shore; And steers to Candy with his conquer'd prey, Known each, they know; but each with change Scarce the third glass of measur'd hours was run, of chear; When, like a fiery meteor, sunk the Sun; The vanquish'd side exults; the victors fear; The promise of a storm; the shifting gales Not them but theirs, made prisoners ere they fight, Forsake by fits, and fill the flagging sails ; Despairing conquest, and depriv'd of fight. Hoarse murmurs of the main from far were heard, The country rings around with loud alarms, And night came on, not by degrees prepar'd, And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; But all at once; at once the winds arise, Mouths without hauds; maintain'd at vast exThe thunders roll, the forky lightning flies.
pense, Io vain the master issues out commands,
In peace a charge, in war a weak defence : la vain the trembling sailors ply their hands : Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, The tempest unforeseen prevents their care, And ever, but in times of need, at hand; And from the first they labour in despair. This was the morn when, issuing on the guard, The giddy ship betwixt the winds and tides, Drawn up in rank and file they stood prepar'd Fore'd back, and forwards, in a circle rides, Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Stunn'd with the different blows; then shootsamain, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. TII, counterbuff'd, she stops, and sleeps again. The cowards would have fled, but that they knew Not more aghast the proud archangel fell,
Themselves so many, and their foes so few : Pluog'd from the height of Heaven to deepest But, crowding on, the last the first impel : Hell,
Till overborn with weight the Cyprians fell. Than stood the lover of his love possess'd,
Cymon enslav'd, who first the war begun, No curs'd the more, the more he had been bless'd; And Iphigene once more is lost and won. More anxious for her danger than his own,
Deep in a dungeon was the captive cast, Death he defies; but would be lost alone. Depriv'd of day, and held in fetters fast: Sad Iphigene to womanish complaints
His life was only spar'd at their request, Adds pious prayers, and wearies all the saints; Whom taken he so nobly had releas'd : Er'n if she could, her love she would repent, But Iphigenia was the ladies care, Eat, since she cannot, dreads the punishnient : Each in their turn address'd to treat the fair; Her forfeit faith, and Pasimond betray'd,
While Pasimond and his the nuptial feast prer Are ever present, and her crime upbraid.
What worse to Cymon could his fortune deal, Which, interposing, durst, in Heaven's despite, Roll'd to the lowest spoke of all her wheel? lavade, and violate another's right:
It rested to dismiss the downward weight, The powers incens'd a while deferr'd his pain, Or raise him upward to his former height; And made him master of his vows in vain : The latter pleas'd; and Love (concern'd the most) Bat soon they punish'd his presumptuous pride; Prepard th' amends, for what by love he lost, That for bis daring enterprize she dy'd;
The sire of Pasimond had left a son, Who rather not resisted, than comply'd.
Though younger, yet for courage early known,
A winding bay was near; to this they bent, That, should his rival chance to lose, he gain'd.
And frugally resolv'd (the charge to shun,
Lysimachus, oppressd with mortal grief, “Right I have none, nor hast thou much to Receiv'd the news, and study'd quick relief:
plead; The fatal day approach'd ; if force were usd, 'Tis force, when done, must justify the deed: The magistrate his public trust abus'd;
Our task perform’d, we next prepare for flight: To justice liable, as law requir'd;
And let the losers talk in vain of right: For, when his office ceas'd, his power expir’d: We with the fair will sail before the wind, While power remaind the means were in his hand if they are griev'd, I leave the laws behind. By force to seize, and then forsake the land: Speak thy resolves : if now thy courage droop, Betwixt extremes he knew not how to move, Despair in prison, and abandon hope : A slave to fame, but, more a slave to love : But if thou dar'st in arms thy love regain, Restraining others, yet himself not free,
(For liberty without thy love were vaiu) Made impotent by power, debas'd by dignity. Then second my design to seize the prey, [way." Both sides he weigh'd: but, after much debate, Or lead to second rape, for well thou know'st the The man prevail'd above the magistrate.
Said Cymon overjoy'd, “ Do thou propose Love never fails to master what he finds, The means to fight, and only show the foes : But works a different way in different minds, For from the first, when love had fir'd my mind, The fool enlightens, and the wise he blinds. Resolv'd I left the care of life behind.” This youth, proposing to possess and 'scape, To this the bold Lysimachus reply'd, Began in murder, to conclude in rape :
“ Let Heaven be neuter, and the sword decide; Unprais'd by me, though Heaven sometimes may The spousals are prepar'd, already play An impious act with undeserv'd success: [bless The minstrels, and provoke the tardy day : The great it seems are privileg'd alone
By this the brides are wak’d, their grooms are To punish all injustice but their own.
dress'd; But here I stop, not daring to proceed,
All Rhodes is summon'd to the nuptial feast, Yet blush to flatter an uprighteous deed :
All but myself, the sole unbidden guest. For crimes are but permitted, not decreed. Unbidden though I am, I will be there
Resolv'd on force, his wit the pretor bent, And, join'd by thee, intend to joy the fair. To find the means that might secure th’ event; “Now hear the rest; when Day resigns the light, Nor long he labour'd, for his lucky thought And chearful torches gild the jolly Night, In captive Cymon found the friend he sought; Be ready at my call; my chosen few Th’example pleas'd: the cause and crime the same; With arms administerd shall aid thy crew. An injur'd lover, and a ravish'd dame.
Then, entering unexpected, will we seize How much he durst he knew by what he dard, Our destin'd prey, from men dissolv'd in ease, The less he had to lose, the less he card [ward. By wine disabled, unprepar'd for fight, To manage loathsome life, when love was the re- And hastening to the seas, suborn our flight:
This ponder'd well, and fix'd on his intent, The seas are ours, for I command the fort, In depth of night he for the prisoner sent; A ship well-mann'd expects us in the port : In secret sent, the public view to shun,
If they, or if their friends, the prize contest, Then with a sober smile he thus begun.
Death shall attend the man who dares resist." “ The powers above, who bounteously bestow It pleas'd! the prisoner to his hold retir'd, Their gifts and graces on mankind below,
His troop with equal emulation fir'd, Yet prove our merit first, nor blindly give All fix'd to fight, and all their wonted work rto To such as are not worthy to receive.
quir'd. For valour and for virtue they provide
The Sun arose; the streets were throng'd around, Their due reward, but first they must be try'd : The palace open'd, and the posts were crown'd. These fruitful seeds within your mind they sow'd; The double bridegroom at the door attends 'Twas yours to improve the talent they bestow'd: Th’expected spouse, and entertains the friends : They gave you to be born of noble kind,
They meet, they lead to church, the priests invoke They gave you love to lighten up your mind, The powers, and feed the flames with fragrant And purge the grosser parts; they gave you care
smoke. To please, and courage to deserve the fair. This done, they feast, and at the close of night
« Thus far they try'd you, and by proof they By kindled torches vary their delight, The grain intrusted in a grateful ground: [found These lead the lively dance, and those the brimBut still the great experiment remain'd,
ming bowls invite. They suffer'l you to lose the prize you gain'd, Now, at th' appointed place and hour assign'd, That you might learn the gift was theirs alone, With souls resolv'd the ravishers were join'd: And when restor'd, to them the blessing own. Three bands are form’d; the first is sent before Restor'd it soon will be ; the means prepar'd, To favour the retreat, and guard the shore; The difficulty smooth'd, the danger sbard: The second at the palace-gate is plac'd, Be but yourself, the care to me resign,
And op the lofty stairs ascend the last : Then Iphigene is yours, Cassandra mine.
A peaceful troop they seem with shining vests, Your rival Pasimond pursues your life,
But coats of mail beneath secure their breasts. Impatient to revenge his ravish'd wife,
Dauntless they enter, Cymon at their head, But yet not his; to-morrow is behind,
And find the feast renew'd, the table spread : And Love our fortunes in one band has join'd : Sweet voices, mix'd with instrumental sounds, Two brothers are our foes, Ormisda mine, Ascend the vaulted roof, thevaulted roof rebounds. As much declar'd as Pasimond is thine :
When like the harpies rushing through the hall To-norrow must their common vows be tyd : The sudden troop appears, the tables fall, With Love to friend, and Fortune for our guide, Their smoking load is on the pavement thrown; Let both resolve to die, or each redeem a bride. Each ravisher prepares to seize his own;
The brides, invaded with a rude embrace,
The crew with merry shouts their anchors weigh, Shriek out for aid, confusion fills the place. Then ply their oars, and brush the buxom sea, Puick to redeem the prey their plighted lords While troops of gather'd Rhodians crowd the key. Advance, the palace gleams with shining swords. What should the people do when left alone?
But late is all defence, and succour vain; The governor and government are gone. The rape is made, the ravishers remain:
The public wealth to foreign parts convey'd; Two sturdy slaves were only sent before
Some troops disbanded, and the rest unpaid. To bear the purchas'd prize in safety to the shore. Rhodes is the sovereign of the sea no more; The troop retires, the lovers close the rear, Their ships unrigg'd, and spent their naral store, With forward faces not confessing fear :
They neither could defend, nor can pursue, Backward they move, but scorn their pace to mend, But grinn'd their teeth, and cast a helpless view Then seek the stairs, and with slow haste descend. In vain with darts a distant war they try,
Fierce Pasimond, their passage to prevent, Short, and more short, the missive weapons fly. Thrust full on Cymon's back in his descent; Mean while the ravishers their crimes enjoy, The blade return'd unbath’d, and to the handle And Nying sails and sweeping oars employ: bent.
The cliffs of Rhodes in little space are lost, Stout Cymon soon remounts, and cleft in two Jove's isle they seek; nor Jove denies his coast, His rival's head with one descending blow:
In safety landed on the Candian shore, And as the next in rank Orinisda stood,
With generous wines their spirits they restore: He tar'd the point; the sword, inurd to blood, There Cymon with his Rhodian friend resides, Bor'd his unguarded breast, which pour'd a purple Both court, and wed at once the willing brides. fiood.
A war ensues, the Cretans own their cause, With vow'd revenge the gathering crowd pursues, Stiff to defend their hospitable laws: The ravishers turn head, the fight renews; Both parties lose by turns; and neither wins, The ball is heap'd with corps; the sprinkled gore Till peace propounded by a truce begins. Besmears the walls, and floats the marble floor. The kindred of the slain forgive the deed, Dispers'd at length the drunken squadron fies, But a short exile must for show precede : The victors to their vessel bear the prize; The term expird, from Candia they remove; And hear behind loud groans, and lamentable cries. | And happy each, at home, enjoys his love.
TO THE RIGHT HON,
These Miscellany Poems* are by many titles yours. The first they claim from your acceptance of my promise to present them to you, before some of them were yet in being. The rest are derived from your own merit, the exactness of your judgment in poetry, and the candour of your nature; easy to forgive some trivial faults when they come accompanied with countervailing beauties. But, after all, though these are your equitable claims to a dedication from other poets, yet I must acknowledge a bribe in the case, which is your particular liking to my verses. It is a vanity common to all writers, to over-value their own productions; and it is better for me to own this failing in myself, than the world to do it for me. For what other reason have I spent my life in so unprofitable a study? why am I grown old, in seeking so barren a reward as fame? The same parts and application, which have made me a poet, might have raised me to any honours of the gown, which are often given to men of as little learning and less honesty than myself. No government has ever been, or ever can be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost. The persons are only changed, but the same jugglings in state, the same hypocrisy in religion, the same self-interest and mismanagement, will remain for ever. Blood and money will be
• Prefixed to the Third Volume of Dryden's Miscellany Poems, printed in 1693.