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But kill my Rival too; for he no less
Deserves; and I thy righteous Doom will bless,
Affur'd that what I lose, he never shall possess.
To this reply'd the stern Athenian Prince,
And fow'rly smild, In owning your Offence
You judge your self; and I but keep Record
In place of Law, while you pronounce the Word.

your Desert, the Death you have decreed;
I seal your Doom, and ratifie the Deed.
By Mars, the Patron of my Arms, you die.

He said ; dumb Sorrow seiz'd the Standers by.
The Queen above the rest, by Nature good,
(The Pattern form'd of perfe& Womanhood)
For tender Pity wept: When she began,
Through the bright Quire th’infectious Virtue ran.
All dropp'd their Tears,ev’n the contended Maid;
And thus among themselves they softly said:
What Eyes can suffer this unworthy Sight!
Two Youths of Royal Blood, renown'd in Fight,
The Mastership of Heav'n in Face and Mind,
And Lovers, far beyond their faithless Kind;
See their wide streaming Wounds; they neither
From Pride of Empire, nor Desire of Fame;


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Kings fight for Kingdoms, Madmen for Applause; ButLove for Love alone; that crowns the Lover's

Cause. This Thought, which ever bribes the beauteous Such Pity wrought in ev'ry Lady's Mind, [Kind, They left their Steeds, and prostrate on the Place, From the fierce King, implor'd th’Offenders Grace.

He paus'd a while, stood silent in his Mood, (For yet, his Rage was boiling in his Blood) But soon his tender Mind th' Impression felt, (As softest Metals are not slow to melt, And Pity soonest runs in softest Minds:) Then reasons with himself; and first he finds His Passion cast a Mist before his Sense, And either made, or magnify'd th' Offence. Offence! of what? to whom? Who judg’d the Cause? The Pris'ner freed himself by Nature's Laws: Born free, he sought his Right: The Man he freed Was perjur'd, but his Love excus'd the Deed: Thus pond'ring, he look'd under with his Eyes, And saw the Womens Tears, and heard theirCries; Which mov'd Compassion more: he shook his And softly sighing to himself he said,


Curse on th' unpard’ning Prince, whom Tears

can draw


To no Remorse; who rules by Lions Law; And deaf to Pray’rs, by no Submission bow'd, Rends all alike; the Penitent, and Proud : At this, with Look serene, he rais'd his Head, Reason resum'd her Place, and Passion fled: Then thus aloud he spoke: The Pow'r of Love, In Earth, and Seas, and Air, and Heav'n above, Rules, unresisted, with an awful Nod; By daily Miracles declar'd a God: He blinds the Wise, gives Eye-light to the Blind; And moulds and stamps anew the Lover's Mind. Behold that Arcite, and this Palamon, Freed from my Fetters, and in Safety gone, What hinder'd either in their native Soil At Ease to reap the Harvest of their Toil? But Love, their Lord, did otherwise ordain, And brought 'em in their own despite again, To suffer Death deserv’d; for well they know, ?Tis in my Pow'r, and I their deadly Foe; The Proverb holds, That to be wise and love, Is hardly granted to the Gods above.

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See how the Madmen bleed: Behold the Gains
With which their Master, Love, rewards their
For sev’n long Years, on Duty ev'ry Day,

Lo their Obedience, and their Monarch’s Pay:
Yet, as in Duty bound, they serve bim on,
And ask the Fools, they think it wisely done:
Nor Ease, nor Wealth, nor Life it self regard,
For'tis their Maxim, Love is Love's Reward.
This is not all; the Fair for whom they strove
Nor knew before, nor could suspect their Love,
Nor thought, when she beheld the Fight from far,
Her Beauty was th' Occasion of the War.
But sure a gen’ral Doom on Man is past,
And all are Fools and Lovers, first or last:
This both by others and my self I know,
For I have serv'd their Sovereign, long ago.
Oft have been caught within the winding Train ?
Of Female Snares, and felt the Lovers Pain,
And learn'd how far the God can Human Hearts

To this Remembrance, and the Pray’rs of those
Who for th' offending Warriors interpose,


I give their forfeit Lives; on this accord,
To do me Homage as their Sov’reign Lord;
And as my Vassals, to their utmost Might,


Person, and affert my Right. This, freely sworn, the Knights their Grace ob

tain'd; Then thus the King his secret Thoughts explain’d: If Wealth, or Honour, or a Royal Race, Or each, or all, may win a Lady's Grace, Then either of you Knights may well deserve A Princess born; and such is the you serve: For Emily is Sister to the Crown, And but too well to both her Beauty known: But shou'd you combate till you both were dead, Two Lovers cannot share a single Bed: As therefore both are equal in Degree, The Lot of both be left to Destiny. Now hear th’ Award, and happy may


prove To her, and him who best deserves her Love. Depart from hence in Peace, and free as Air, Search the wide World, and where you please repair;


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