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Sometimes I throw myself along, and lie,
Singing love-songs; and if you cast your eye
On my effeminate gesture, I still find
Some pretty cover'd signs to speak my mind;
And then my earnest suit bluntly invades
ÆrhrA and CLIMENE, your two chief maids,
But they return me answers full of fear,
And to my motions lend no further ear.
Oh! that you were the prize of some great strife,
And he that wins might claim you for his wife.
HYPOMENES with swift ATLANTA ran,
And at one course the goal and lady won;
Even she, by whom so many suitors perish’d,
Was in tlie bosom of her new love cherish'd.
Brake ACHELOUS' horn, and gain'd his love.
Had I such liberty, such freedom granted,
My resolution never could be daunted.
Yourself should find, and all the world should see,
Helen a prize alone reserv'd for me.
There is not left me any means (most fair)
To court you now, but by intreats and prayer;
Unless (as it becomes me) you think nieet,
That I should prostrate fall, and kiss your feet,
Oh! all the honour that our last age wins,
Thou glory of the two Tindarian twins !
Worthy to be Jove's wife, in heaven to reign,
Were you not Jove's own daughter, of his strain,

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To the Sygean confines I will carry thee,
And in the temple of great Pallas, marry thee;
Or in this island where I vent my moans,
I'll beg a tomb for my exiled bones.
My wound is not a slight raze with an arrow,
But it hath pierc'd my heart, and burnt my marrow.
This prophecy my sister oft hath sounded,
That by an heavenly dart I should be wounded.
Oh! then forbear (fair Helen!) to oppose you
Against the gods, they say, I shall not lose you.
Yield you to their behest, and you shall find
The gods to your petitions likewise kind.
A thousand things at once are in my brain,
Which that I may essentially complain,
And not in papers empty all my head,
Anon at night receive me to your bed.
Blush you at this ? or, lady, do you fear
To violate the nuptial laws austere?
Oh, simple Helen! foolish I might say,
What profit reap you to be chaste, I pray?
Is't possible, that you a world to win,
Should keep that face, that beauty, without sin ?
Rather you must your glorious face exchange
For one (less fair) or else not seem so strange.
Beauty and chastity at variance are,
'Tis hard to find one woman chaste and fair.
Venus will not have beauty over-aw'd,
High Jove himself stolen pleasures will applaud;



And by such thievish pastiines we may gather
How Jove 'gainst wedlock's laws became your father.
He and your mother Læda both transgress'd,
When you were got she bare a tender breast.
What glory can you gain love-sweets to smother?
Or to be counted chaster than your mother?
Profess strict chastity, when with great joy,
I lead you as my bride espous'd through Troy.
Then I intreat you rein your pleasures in,
I wish thy Paris may be all thy sin.
If CITHEREA her firm covenant keep,
Tho' I within your bosom nightly sleep,
We shall not much misdo, but so offend,
That we by marriage may our guilt amend.

Your husband hath himself this business aided, And (tho' not with his tongue) he hath persuaded, By all his deeds (as much) lest he should stay Our private meetings, he is far away, Of purpose rid unto the farthest West, That he might leave his wife unto his guest. No fitter time he could have found to visit The Chrisean royal scepter, and to seize it. Oh! simple, simple husband ! but he's gone, And going, left you this to think upon. Fair wife (quoth he) I priythee in my place Regard the Trojan prince, and do him grace.


Behold, a witness I against you stand,
You have been careless of this kind command.
Count from his first day's journey, never since
Did you regard or grace the Trojan prince.
What think you of your husband ! that he knows
The worth and value of the face he owes ?
Who (but a fool) such beauty would endanger?
Or trust it to the mercy of a stranger ?
Then, royal queen! if neither may intreat,
My quenchless passion, nor love's raging heat
Can win you; we are woo'd both to this crime,
Even by the fit advantage of the time :
Either to love sweet sport we must agree,
Or shew ourselves to be worse fools than he.
He took you by the hand the hour he rode,
And knowing I with you must make abode,
Brings you to me : what should I further say?
It was his mind to give you quite away.

What meant he else ? then let's be blithe and jolly, And make the best use of your husband's folly. What should we do? your husband is far gone, And this cold night (poor soul) you lie alone. I want a bedfellow, so do we either, What lets us then, but that we lie together? You slumb’ring think on me, on you I dream, Both our desires are fervent and extreme.


Sweet, then appoint the night, why do you stay?
O night! more clear than e'en the brightest day.
Then I dare freely speak, protest, and swear,
And of my vows the gods shall record bear.
Then will I seal the contract and the strife,
From that day forward we are man and wife :
Tben questionless I shall so far persuade,
That you with me shall Troy's rich coast invade,
And with your Phrygian guest at last agree,
Our potent kingdom, and rich crown to see.
But if you (blushing) fear the vulgar bruit,

to me make suit, Fear it not, Helen; I'll so work with fame, I will (alone) be guilty of all blame.

follow me, That says you

Duke THESEUS was my instance, and so were
Your brothers, lady; can I come more near,
To ensample my attempts by ? Theseus hal'd
Helen perforce : your brothers they prevail'd
With the Lucippian sisters ; now from these,
I'll count myself the fourth (if Helen please.)
Our Trojan navy

the coast,
Rigg'd, arm'd, and mann'd, and I can proudly boast,
The banks are high, why do you longer stay?
The winds and oars are ready to make way.
You shall be like a high majestic queen,
Led thro' the Dardan city, and be seen,

rides upon

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