4098936Gondibert: An Heroick Poem — The First Book: Canto the ThirdWilliam Davenant

CANTO the Third.

The Argument.

The Ambush is become an inter-view;
And the Surpriser proves to honour true;
For what had first, ere words his furie spent,
Been murder, now is but brave killing meant.
A Duel form'd where Princes Seconds are,
And urg'd by Honour each to kill his share.

1.
THe Duke observ'd (whilst safe in his firm Square)
Whether their form did change whom Oswald led;
That thence he shifts of figure might prepare,
Divide, or make more depth, or loosly spred.

2.
Though in their posture close, the Prince might guess
The Duke's to his not much in number yield;
And they were leading Youth, who would possess
This Ground in Graves, rather than quit the Field.

3.
Thus (timely certain of a standing Foe)
His form'd Divisions yet reveal'd no space
Through haste to charge; but as they nearer grow,
The more divide, and move with slower pace.

4.
On these the Duke attends with watchfull eye;
Shap'd all his Forces to their Triple strength;
And that their Launces might pass harmless by,
Widens his Ranks, and gives his Files more length.

5.
At distance Oswald does him sharply view,
Whom but in Fame he met till this sad hour;
But his fair fame, Virtues known Image, knew;
For Virtue spreads the Owner more than Pow'r.

6.
In Fields far sever'd both had reap'd renown;
And now his envie does to surfet feed
On what he wish'd his Eyes had never known;
For he begins to check his purpos'd deed.

7.
And though Ambition did his rage renew;
Yet much he griev'd (mov'd with the Youthfull Train)
That Plants which so much promis'd as they grew,
Should in the Bud be ere performance, slain.

8.
With these remorsefull thoughts, he a fair space
Advanc'd alone, then did his Troops command
To halt; the Duke th'example did embrace,
And gives like order by his lifted hand.

9.
Then when in easie reach of eithers voice
Thus Oswald spake, I wish (brave Gondibert)
Those wrongs which make thee now my angers choice,
Like my last fate were hidden from my heart.

10.
But since great Glory does allow small rest,
And bids us jealously to honour wake,
Why at alarms given hot even at my brest,
Should I not arm, but thinks my Scouts mistake?

11.
'Tis loud in Camps, in Cities, and in Court,
(Where the important part of Mankind meets)
That my adoption is thy Faction's sport;
Scorn'd by hoarse Rhymers in Verona Streets.

12.
Who is renown'd enough but you or I
(And think not when you visit Fame, she less
Will welcome you for mine known Company)
To hope for Empire at our Kings decease?

13.
The Crown he with his Daughter has design'd;
His favour (which to me does frozen prove)
Grows warm to you, as th'Eyes of Rhodalind,
And she gives sacred Empire with her love.

14.
Whilst you usurp thus, and my claim deride,
If you admire the veng'ance I intend,
I more shall wonder where you got the pride
To think me one you safely may offend.

15.
Nor judge is strange I have this Ambush laid;
Since you (my Rival) wrong'd me by surprise;
Whose darker vigilance my love betraid;
And so your ill example made me wise.

16.
But in the School of glory we are taught,
That greatness and success should measure deeds;
Then not my great revenge, nor your great fault,
Can be accus'd when eithers act succeeds.

17.
Opinions stamp does virtue currant make;
But such small Money (though the Peoples Gold
With which they trade) great Dealers scorn to take,
And we are greater than one world can hold.

18.
Now Oswald paws'd, as if he curious were
Ere this his Foe (the Peoples Fav'rite) dy'd,
To know him as with Eyes, so with his Ear;
And to his speech thus Gondibert reply'd:

19.
Successfull Prince! since I was never taught
To court a Threating Foe, I will not pay
For all the Trophies you from war have brought
A single wreath, though all these woods were Bay!

20.
Nor would I by a total silence yield
My honour ta'ne, though I were pris'ner made;
Lest you should think we may be justly kill'd,
And sacred justice by mistake invade.

21.
You might perceive (had not a distant war
Hindred our Breasts the use of being known)
My small ambition hardly worth your care;
Unless by it you would correct your own.

22.
The King's objected love is but your dream,
As false as that I strive for Rhodalind
As Valour's hire; these sickly visions seem
Which in Ambitions Feaver vex your mind.

23.
Nor wonder if I vouch, that 'tis not brave
To seek war's hire, though war we still pursue;
Nor censure this a proud excuse to save
These who no safety know, but to subdue.

24.
Your misbelief my hireless valour scorns;
But your hir'd valour were your faith reclaim'd,
(For faith reclaim'd to highest virtue turns)
Will be of bravest salary asham'd.

25.
Onely with fame Valour of old was hir'd;
And love was so suffic'd with its own taste,
That those intemp'rate seem'd, who more desir'd
For loves reward, than that it self should last.

26.
If love, or lust of Empire, breed your pain,
Take what my prudent hope hath still declin'd,
And my weak virtue never could sustain,
The Crown, which is the worst of Rhodalind.

27.
'Tis she who taught you to increase renown,
By sowing Honours Field with noble deeds;
Which yields no harvest when 'tis over-grown
With wild Ambition, the most rank of weeds.

28.
Go, reconcile the winds faln out at Sea
With these tame precepts, (Oswald did reply)
But since thou dost bequeath thy hopes to me,
Know Legacies are vain till Givers die.

29.
And here his rage ascended to his Eyes
From his close breast, which hid till then the flame;
And like stirr'd fire in sparkles upward flies;
Rage which the Duke thus practis'd to reclaim.

30.
Though you design'd your ruin by surprise,
Though much in usefull Arms you us exceed,
And in your number some advantage lies,
Yet you may find you such advantage need.

31.
If I am vallu'd as th' impediment
Which hinders your adoption to the Crown;
Let your revenge onely on me be spent,
And hazard not my Party, nor your own.

32.
Ambition else would up to Godhead grow,
When so profanely we our anger prise,
That to appease it we the bloud allow
Of whole offenceless Herds for sacrifice.

33.
Oswald (who Honour's publick pattern was,
Till vain ambition led his heart aside)
More temp'rate grew in manage of his cause,
And thus to noble Gondibert reply'd:

34.
I wish it were not needfull to be great;
That Heavens unenvy'd pow'r might Men so aw,
As we should need no Armies for defeat,
Nor for protection be at charge of Law.

35.
But more than Heav'ns, Men, Mans authoritie
(Though envy'd) use, because more understood;
For but for that Life's Utensils would be,
In Markets, as in Camps the price of blood.

36.
Since the Worlds safety we in greatness find,
And pow'r divided is from greatness gone,
Save we the World, though to our selves unkind,
By both endang'ring to establish one.

37.
Nor these, who kindle with my wrongs their rage,
Nor those bold Youth, who warmly you attend,
Our distant Camps by action shall ingage;
But we our own great cause will singly end.

38.
Back to your noble Hunters strait retire,
And I to those who would those Hunters chace;
Let us perswade their fury to expire,
And give obediently our anger place.

39.
Like unconcern'd Spectatours let them stand,
And be by sacred vow to distance bound;
Whilst their lov'd Leaders by our strict command,
As patient witnesses, approach this ground.

40.
Where with no more defensive Arms than was
By Nature ment us, who ordain'd Men Friends,
We will on foot determine our great cause,
On which the Lombards doubtfull peace depends.

41.
The Duke full low did bow, and soon obay,
Confess'd his honour he transcendent finds,
Said he their persons might a meaner way
With ods have aw'd, but this subdues their Minds.

42.
Now wing'd with hope they to their Troops return,
Oswald his old grave Brescians makes retire,
Lest if too near, though like slow Match they burn,
The Dukes rash Youth like Powder might take fire.

43.
First with their noble Chiefs they treat aside,
Plead it humanity to bleed alone,
And term it needless cruelty and pride
With others Sacrifice to grace their own.

44.
Then to their Troops gave their resolv'd command
Not to assist, through anger nor remorse;
Who seem'd more willing patiently to stand,
Because each side presum'd their Champions force.

45.
Now near that ground ordain'd by them and Fate,
To be the last where one or both must tread,
Their chosen Judges they appoint to wait;
Who thither were like griev'd Spectatours led.

46.
These from the distant Troops far sever'd are;
And near their Chiefs divided Stations take;
Who strait uncloath, and for such deeds prepare,
By which strip'd Souls their fleshy Robes forsake.

47.
But Hubert now advanc'd, and cry'd aloud,
I will not trust uncertain Destinie,
Which may obscurely kill me in a Crowd,
That here have pow'r in publick view to die.

48.
Oswald my Brother is! If any dare
Think Gondibert's great name more Kingly sounds,
Let him alight, and he shall leave the care
Of chusing Monarchs, to attend his wounds!

49.
This Hurgonil receiv'd with greedy Ear,
Told him his summons boldly did express,
That he had little judgement whom to fear,
And in the choice of Kings his skill was less.

50.
With equal haste they then alight and met,
Where both their Chiefs in preparation stood;
Whilst Paradine and furious Dargonet,
Cry'd out, we are of Oswald's Princely blood.

51.
Are there not yet two more so fond of same,
So true to Gondibert, or Love's commands,
As to esteem it an unpleasant shame
With idle eyes to look on busie hands?

52.
Such haste makes Beauty when it Youth forsakes,
And day from Travellers when it does set,
As Arnold to proud Paradine now makes,
And little Hugo to tall Dargonet.

53.
The bloudy Borgio, who with anguish stay'd,
And check'd his rage, till these of Oswald's Race,
By wish'd example their brave Challenge made,
Now like his curb'd Steed foaming, shifts his place.

54.
And thus (with haste and choler hoarse) he spake,
Who e're amongst you thinks we destin'd are
To serve that King your Courtly Camp shall make,
Falsly he loves, nor is his Lady fair!

55.
This scarce could urge the temp'rate Tybalts fire,
Who said, When Fate shall Aribert remove,
As ill then wilt thou judge who should aspire,
As who is fair, that art too rude to love.

56.
But scarce had this reply reach'd Borgio's Ear,
When Goltho louder cry'd, what ere he be
Dares think her foul who hath a Lover here,
Though Love I never knew, shall now know me.

57.
Grave Tybalt, who had laid an early'r claim
To this defiance, much distemper'd grows,
And Goltho's forward Youth would sharply blame,
But that old Vasco thus did interpose.

58.
That Boy who makes such haste to meet his fate,
And fears he may (as if he knew it good)
Through others pride of danger come too late,
Shall read it strait ill written in his blood.

59.
Let Empire fall, when we must Monarchs choose,
By what unpractis'd Childhood shall approve;
And in tame peace let us our Manhood loose,
When Boys yet wet with milk discourse of Love.

60.
As bashfull Maids blush, as if justly blam'd,
When forc'd to suffer some indecent Tongue,
So Goltho blush'd (whom Vasco made asham'd)
As if he could offend by being young.

61.
But instantly offended bashfulness
Does to a brave and beauteous anger turn,
Which he in younger flames did so express,
That scarce old Vasco's Embers seem'd to burn.

62.
The Princes knew in this new kindled rage,
Opinion might (which like unlucky wind
Sate right to make it spread) their Troops engage;
And therefore Oswald thus proclaim'd his-mind.

63.
Seem we already dead, that to our words
(As to the last requests men dying make)
Your love but Mourners short respect affords,
And ere interr'd you our commands forsake?

64.
We chose you Judges of our needfull strife,
Such whom the world (grown faithless) might esteem
As weighty witnesses of parting life,
But you are those we dying must condemn.

65.
Are we become such worthless sacrifice,
As cannot to the Lombards Heav'n atone,
Unless your added blood make up the price,
As if you thought it worthier than our own?

66.
Our fame, which should survive before us, die!
And let (since in our presence disobay'd)
Renown of pow'r, like that of beauty flie
From knowledge, rather than be known decay'd!

67.
This when with rev'rence heard, it would have made
Old Armies melt, to mark at what a rate
They spent their Hearts and Eyes, kindly afraid
To be omitted in their Gen'rals fate.

68.
Hubert (whose princely quality more frees
Him than the rest, from all command, unless
He find it such as with his will agrees)
Did nobly thus his firm resolve express:

69.
All greatness bred in blood be now abas'd!
Instinct, the inward Image, which is wrought
And given with Life, be like thaw'd wax defac'd!
Though that bred better honour than is taught;

70.
And may impressions of the common ill
Which from street Parents the most low derives,
Blot all my minds fair book if I stand still,
Whilst Oswald singly for the Publick strives:

71.
A Brothers love all that obedience stays,
Which Oswald else might as my Leader claim;
Whom as my love, my honour disobays,
And bids me serve our greater Leader, Fame.

72.
With gentle looks Oswald to Hubert bows,
And said, I then must yield that Hubert shall
(Since from the same bright Sun our lustre grows)
Rise with my Morns, and with my Ev'nings fall!

73.
Bold Paradine and Dargonet reviv'd
Their suit, and cry'd, We are Astolpho's sons!
Who from your highest spring his blood deriv'd,
Though now it down in lower Channels runs.

74.
Such lucky seasons to attain renown,
We must not lose, who are to you ally'd;
Others usurp, who would your dangers own,
And what our duty is, in them is pride.

75.
Then as his last Decree thus Oswald spake;
You that vouchsafe to glory in my blood,
Shall share my doom, which for your merits sake,
Fate, were it bad, would alter into good.

76.
If any others disobedient rage,
Shall with uncivil love intrude his aid,
And by degrees our distant Troops ingage,
Be it his Curss still to be disobey'd.

77.
Wars Orders may he by the slow convey
To such as onely shall dispute them long;
An ill peace make; when none will him obey,
And be for that, when old, judg'd by the young.

78.
This said, he calmly bid the Duke provide
Such of his bloud, as with those chosen Three
(Whilst their adoption they on foot decide)
May in brave life or death fit Partners be.

79.
Though here (reply'd the Duke) I find not now
Such as my bloud with their alliance grace,
Yet Three I see to whom your stock may bow,
If love may be esteem'd of heav'nly Race.

80.
And much to me these are by love ally'd;
Then Hugo, Arnold, and the Count drew near;
Count Hurgonil woo'd Orna for his Bride,
The other Two in Laura Rivals were.

81.
But Tybalt cry'd (and swiftly as his voice
Approch'd the Duke) forgive me mightie Chief,
If justly I envie thy noble choice,
And disobey thee in wrong'd Love's relief.

82.
If rev'renc'd love be sacred Myst'rie deem'd,
And mysteries when hid, to value grow,
Why am I less for hidden love esteem'd?
To unknown God-head, wise Religions bow,

83.
A Maid of thy high linage much I love,
And hide her name till I can merit boast,
But shall I here (where I may worth improve)
For prising her above my self, be lost?

84.
The Duke's firm bosome kindly seem'd to melt
At Tybalt's grief, that he omitted was;
Who lately had Love's secret conquest felt,
And hop'd for publick triumph in this cause.

85.
Then he decreed, Hugo (though chose before
To share in this great work) should equally
With Tybalt be expos'd to Fortune's pow'r,
And by drawn Lots their wish'd election trie.

86.
Hugo his dreaded Lord with chearfull aw
Us'd to obey, and with implicit love;
But now he must for certain honour draw
Uncertain Lots, seems heavily to move.

87.
And here they trembling reach'd at honour so,
As if they gath'ring Flow'rs a Snake discern'd;
Yet fear'd Love onely whose rewards then grow
To Lovers sweetest, when with danger earn'd.

88.
From this brave fear, lest they should danger scape,
Was little Hugo eas'd, and when he drew
The Champion's lot, his joy inlarg'd his shape,
And with his lifted mind he taller grew.

89.
But Tybalt stoop'd beneath his sorrows waight;
Goltho and him kindly the Duke imbrac'd;
Then to their station sent; and Oswald straight
His so injoyn'd, and with like kindness grac'd.

90.
When cruel Borgio does from Tybalt part,
Vasco from Goltho, many a look they cast
Backward in sullen message from the heart,
And through their eyes their threatning anger waste.