4098897Gondibert: An Heroick Poem — The First Book: Canto the SecondWilliam Davenant

CANTO the Second.

The Argument.
The hunting which did yearly celebrate
The Lombards glory, and the Vandales Fate,
The Hunters prais'd; how true to love they are,
How calm in Peace, and Tempest-like in war.
The Stag is by the num'rous Chace subdu'd,
And strait his Hunters are as hard pursu'd.

1.
SMALL are the seeds Fate does unheeded sow
Of slight beginnings to important ends;
Whilst wonder (which does best our rev'rence show
To Heav'n) all Reason's sight in gazing spends.

2.
For from a Days brief pleasure did proceed
(A day grown black in Lombard Histories)
Such lasting griefs as thou shalt weep to read,
Though even thine own sad love had drain'd thine eyes.

3.
In a fair Forrest near Verona's Plain,
Fresh as if Natures Youth chose there a shade,
The Duke with many Lovers in his Train,
(Loyal, and young) a solemn hunting made.

4.
Much was his Train enlarg'd by their resort
Who much his Grandsire lov'd, and hither came
To celebrate this Day with annual sport,
On which by battel here he earn'd his Fame.

5.
And many of these noble Hunters bore
Command amongst the Youth at Bergamo;
Whose Fathers gather'd here the wreath they wore,
When in this Forrest they interr'd the Foe.

6.
Count Hurgonil, a Youth of high descent,
Was listed here, and in the Story great;
He follow'd Honour when tow'rd's Death it went;
Fierce in a charge but temp'rate in retreat.

7.
His wondrous beauty which the world approv'd
He blushing hid, and now no more would own
(Since he the Dukes unequal'd Sister lov'd)
Than an old wreath when newly overthrown.

8.
And she, Orna the shy! Did seem in life
So bashfull too to have her beauty shown,
As I may doubt her shade with Fame at strife,
That in these vicious times would make it known.

9.
Not less in publick voice was Arnold here;
He that on Tuscan Tombs his Trophies rais'd;
And now loves pow'r so willingly did bear,
That even his arbitrary reign he prais'd.

10.
Laura, the Duke's fair Niece inthrall'd his heart;
Who was in Court the publick morning Glass
Where those who would reduce Nature to art,
Practis'd by dress the conquests of the Face.

11.
And here was Hugo whom Duke Gondibert
For stout and stedfast kindness did approve;
Of stature small, but was all over heart,
And though unhappy all that heart was love.

12.
In gentle sonnets he for Laura pin'd;
Soft as the murmures of a weeping spring;
Which ruthless she did as those murmures mind:
So ere their death sick Swans unheeded sing.

13.
Yet whilst she Arnold favour'd, he so griev'd
As loyal Subjects quietly bemoan
Their Yoke, but raise no war to be reliev'd,
Nor through the envy'd Fav'rite wound the Throne.

14.
Young Goltho next these Rivals we may name,
Whose manhood dawn'd early as Summer light;
As sure and soon did his fair day proclaim,
And was no less the joy of publick sight.

15.
If Loves just pow'r he did not early see,
Some small excuse we may his errour give;
Since few (though learn'd) know yet blest Love to be
That secret vital heat by which we live:

16.
But such it is; and though we may be thought
To have in Childhood life, ere Love we know,
Yet life is useless till by reason taught,
And Love and Reason up together grow.

17.
Nor more, the Old shew they out-live their Love,
If when their Love's decay'd, some signs they give
Of life, because we see them pain'd and move,
Then Snakes, long cut, by torment shew they live.

18.
If we call living, Life, when Love is gone,
We then to Souls (Gods coyn) vain rev'rence pay;
Since Reason (which is Love, and his best known
And currant Image) Age has worn away.

19.
And I that Love and Reason thus unite,
May, if I old Philosophers controul,
Confirm the new by some new Poets light;
Who finding Love, thinks he has found the Soul.

20.
From Goltho, to whom Love yet tasteless seem'd,
We to ripe Tybalt are by order led;
Tybalt, who Love and Valour both esteem'd,
And he alike from eithers wounds had bled.

21.
Publick his valour was, but not his love,
One fill'd the world, the other he contain'd;
Yet quietly alike in both did move,
Of that ne'r boasted, nor of this complain'd.

22.
With these (whose special names Verse shall preserve)
Many to this recorded hunting came;
Whose worth authentick mention did deserve,
But from Time's deluge few are sav'd by Fame.

23.
Now like a Giant Lover rose the Sun
From th'Ocean Queen, fine in his fires and great;
Seem'd all the Morn for shew, for strength at Noon;
As if last Night she had not quench'd his heat!

24.
And the Sun's Servants who his rising wait,
His Pensioners (for so all Lovers are,
And all maintain'd by him at a high rate
With daily Fire) now for the Chace prepare.

25.
All were like Hunters clad in chearfull green,
Young Natures Livery, and each at strife
Who most adorn'd in favours should be seen,
Wrought kindly by the Lady of his life.

26.
These Martial Favours on their Wasts they wear,
On which (for now they Conquest celebrate)
In an imbroider'd History appear
Like life, the vanquish'd in their fears and fate.

27.
And on these Belts (wrought with their Ladies care)
Hung Semyters of Akons trusty steel;
Goodly to see, and he who durst compare
Those Ladies Eyes, might soon their temper feel.

28.
Cheerd as the woods (where new wak'd Quires they meet)
Are all; and now dispose their choice Relays
Of Horse and Hounds, each like each other fleet;
Which best when with themseves compar'd we praise;

29.
To them old Forrests Spies, the Harbourers
With haste approach, wet as still weeping Night,
Or Deer that mourn their growth of head with tears,
When the defenceless weight does hinder flight.

30.
And Dogs, such whose cold secrecy was ment
By Nature for surprize, on these attend;
Wise temp'rate Lime-Hounds that proclaim no scent;
Nor harb'ring will their Mouths in boasting spend.

31.
Yet vainlier far than Traitours boast their prize
(On which their vehemence vast rates does lay,
Since in that worth their treasons credit lies)
These Harb'rers praise that which they now betray.

32.
Boast they have lodg'd a Stag, that all the Race
Out-runs of Croton Horse, or Regian Hounds;
A Stag made long, since Royal in the Chace,
If Kings can honour give by giving wounds.

33.
For Aribert had pierc'd him at a Bay,
Yet scap'd he by the vigour of his Head;
And many a Summer since has won the day,
And often left his Regian Foll'wrs dead.

34.
His spacious Beam (that even the Rights out-grew)
From Antlar to his Troch had all allow'd
By which his age the aged Woodmen knew;
Who more than he were of that beauty proud.

35.
Now each Relay a sev'ral Station finds,
Ere the triumphant Train the Cops surrounds;
Relays of Horse, long breath'd as winter winds,
And their deep Cannon Mouth'd experienc'd Hounds.

36.
The Hunts-men (Busily concern'd in show
As if the world were by this Beast undone,
And they against him hir'd as Natures Foe)
In haste uncouple, and their Hounds out-run.

37.
Now wind they a Recheat, the rows'd Deers knell;
And through the Forrest all the Beasts are aw'd,
Alarmd by Eccho, Natures Sentinel,
Which shews that murdrous Man is come abroad.

38.
Tyrannick Man! Thy subjects Enemy!
And more through wantonness than need or hate;
From whom the winged to their Coverts flie;
And to their Dens even those that lay in wait.

39.
So this (the most successfull of his kind,
Whose Foreheads force oft his Opposers prest,
Whose swiftness left Pursuers shafts behind)
Is now of all the Forrest most distrest!

40.
The Herd deny him shelter, as if taught
To know their safety is to yield him lost;
Which shews they want not the results of thought,
But speech, by which we ours for reason boast.

41.
We blush to see our politicks in Beasts,
Who Many sav'd by this one Sacrifice;
And since through blood they follow interests,
Like us when cruel should be counted wise.

42.
His Rivals that his fury us'd to fear
For his lov'd Female, now his faintness shun;
But were his season hot, and she but near,
(O mighty Love!) his Hunters were undone.

43.
From thence, well blown, he comes to the Relay;
Where Mans fam'd reason proves but Cowardise,
And onely serves him meanly to betray;
Even for the flying, Man, in ambush lies.

44.
But now, as his last remedy to live,
(For ev'ry shift for life kind Nature makes;
Since life the utmost is which she can give)
Cool Adice from the swoln Bank he takes.

45.
But this fresh Bath the Dogs will make him leave;
Whom he sure nos'd as fasting Tygers found;
Their scent no North-east wind could e're deceave
Which dries the air, nor Flocks that foyl the Ground.

46.
Swift here the Flyers and Pursuers seem;
The frighted Fish swim from their Adice,
The Dogs pursue the Deer, he the fleet stream,
And that hastes swiftly to the Adrian Sea.

47.
Refresh'd thus in this fleeting Element,
He up the stedfast Shore did boldly rise;
And soon escap'd their view, but not their scent;
That faithfull Guide which even conducts their Eyes.

48.
This frail relief was like short gales of breath,
Which oft at Sea a long dead calm prepare;
Or like our Curtains drawn at point of death,
When all our Lungs are spent, to give us ayr.

49.
For on the Shore the Hunters him attend;
And whilst the Chace grew warm as is the day
(Which now from the hot Zenith does descend)
He is imbos'd, and weary'd to a Bay.

50.
The Jewel, Life, he must surrender here;
Which the world's Mistris, Nature, does not give,
But like dropp'd Favours suffers us to wear,
Such as by which pleas'd Lovers think they live.

51.
Yet life he so esteems, that he allows
It all defence his force and rage can make;
And to the Regian Race such furie shows
As their last bloud some unreveng'd forsake.

52.
But now the Monarch Murderer comes in,
Destructive Man! whom Nature would not arm,
As when in madness mischief is fore-seen,
We leave it weaponless for fear of harm.

53.
For she defenceless made him, that he might
Less readily offend; but Art arms all,
From single strife makes us in Numbers fight;
And by such art this Royal Stag did fall.

54.
Now weeps till grief does even his Murd'rers pierce;
Grief, which so nobly through his anger strove,
That it deserv'd the dignitie of Verse,
And had it words as humanly would move.

55.
Thrice from the ground his vanquish'd Head he rear'd,
And with last looks his Forrest walks did view;
Where sixtie Summers he had rul'd the Heard,
And where sharp Dittanie now vainly grew:

56.
Whose hoarie Leaves no more his wounds shall heal;
For with a Sigh (a blast of all his breath)
That viewless thing call'd Life, did from him steal;
And with their Bugle Horns they wind his death.

57.
Then with their annual wanton sacrifice
(Taught by old custom, whose decrees are vain,
And we like hum'rous Antiquaries prise
Age though deform'd) they hasten to the Plain.

58.
Thence homeward bend as Westward as the Sun;
Where Gondibert's allies proud Feasts prepare,
That day to honour which his Grand-fire won;
Though Feasts the Eves to Fun'rals often are.

59.
One from the Forrest now approach'd their sight,
Who them did swiftly on the Spur pursue;
One there still resident as Day and Night,
And known as th' eldest Oak which in it grew.

60.
Who with his utmost breath, advancing cries,
(And such a vehemence no Art could feign)
Away, happie the Man that fastest flies;
Flie famous Duke, flie with thy noble Train!

61.
The Duke reply'd, though with thy fears disguis'd,
Thou do'st my Sires old Rangers Image bear,
And for thy kindness shalt not be despis'd;
Though Counsels are but weak which come from fear.

62.
Were Dangers here, great as thy love can shape;
(And love with fear can danger multiply)
Yet when by flight, thou bidst us meanly scape,
Bid Trees take wings, and rooted Forrests flie.

63.
Then said the Ranger, you are bravely lost,
(And like high anger his complexion rose)
As little know I fear, as how to boast;
But shall attend you through your many Foes.

64.
See where in ambush mighty Oswald lay;
And see from yonder Lawn he moves apace,
With Launces arm'd to intercept thy way,
Now thy sure Steeds are weary'd with the Chace.

65.
His purple Banners you may there behold,
Which (proudly spred) the fatal Raven bear;
And full five hundred I by Rank have told,
Who in their guilded Helms his Colours wear.

66.
The Duke this falling storm does now discern;
Bids little Hugo flie! but 'tis to view
The Foe, and timely their first count'nance learn,
Whilst firm he in a square his Hunters drew.

67.
And Hugo soon (light as his Coursers Heels)
Was in their Faces troublesom as wind;
And like to it (so wingedly he wheels)
No one could catch, what all with trouble find.

68.
But ev'ry where the Leaders and the Led
He temp'rately observ'd, with a slow sight;
Judg'd by their looks how hopes and fears were fed,
And by their order, their success in fight.

69.
Their Number ('mounting to the Rangers guess)
In three Divisions evenly was dispos'd;
And that their Enemies might judge it less,
It seem'd one Gross with all the Spaces clos'd.

70.
The Van fierce Oswald led, where Paradine
And Manly Dargonet (both of his blood)
Out-shin'd the Noon, and their Minds stock within
Promis'd to make that outward glory good.

71.
The next bold, but unlucky, Hubert led;
Brother to Oswald, and no less ally'd
To the ambitions which his Soul did wed;
Lowly without, but lin'd with costly Pride.

72.
Most to himself his valour fatal was,
Whose glories oft to others dreadfull were;
So Commets (though suppos'd Destructions cause)
But waste themselves to make their Gazers fear.

73.
And though his valour seldom did succeed,
His speech was such as could in Storms perswade;
Sweet as the Hopes on which starv'd Lovers feed,
Breath'd in the whispers of a yielding Maid.

74.
The bloudy Borgio did conduct the Rere,
Whom sullen Vasco heedfully attends;
To all but to themselves they cruel were,
And to themselves chiefly by mischief Friends.

75.
War, the worlds Art, Nature to them became;
In Camps begot, born, and in anger bred;
The living vex'd till Death, and then their Fame;
Because even Fame some life is to the Dead.

76.
Cities (wise States-men's Folds for civil Sheep)
They sack'd, as painfull Sheerers of the wise;
For they like carefull Wolves would lose their sleep,
When others prosp'rous toyls might be their prise.

77.
Hugo amongst these Troops spy'd many more
Who had, as brave Destroyers, got renown;
And many forward wounds in boast they wore;
Which if not well reveng'd, had ne'r been shown.

78.
Such the bold Leaders of these Launceers were,
Which of the Brescian Vet'rans did consist;
Whose practis'd age might charge of Armies bear,
And claim some ranck in Fame's eternal List.

79.
Back to his Duke the dextr'rous Hugo flies;
What he observ'd he chearfully declares;
With noble Pride did what he lik'd despise;
For wounds he threatned, whilst he prais'd their skars.

80.
Lord Arnold cry'd, vain is the Bugle Horn,
Where Trumpets Men to Manly work invite!
That distant summons seems to say in scorn,
We Hunters may be hunted hard ere night.

81.
Those Beasts are hunted hard that hard can flie,
Reply'd aloud the noble Hurgonil;
But we not us'd to flight, know best to die,
And those who know to die, know how to kill.

82.
Victors through number never gain'd applause;
If they exceed our count in Arms and Men,
It is not just to think that ods, because
One Lover equals any other Ten.