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But kill my Rival too; for he no less
your Desert, the Death you have decreed;
He said ; dumb Sorrow seiz'd the Standers by.
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
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.
See how the Madmen bleed: Behold the Gains
I give their forfeit Lives; on this accord,
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;