Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 484 words
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Enough Erastus thy Perseda knows, She whom thou wouldst have thine, Erastus knows, Nay my Perseda knows, and then 'tis well. I watch you vantages, thine be it then, I have forgot the rest, but that's the effect: Which to effect, accept this carcanet, My grandam on her death bed gave it me, And there, even there I vowed unto myself, To keep the same until my wandering eye, Should find a harbour for my heart to dwell. even in thy breast do I elect my rest, Let in my heart to keep thine company. And sweet Perseda accept this ring, To equal it, receive my heart to boot, It is no boot, for that was thine before? And far more welcome is this change to me. than sunny days to naked Savages, Or news of pardon to a wretch condemned, That waiteth for the fearful stroke of death. As careful will I be to keep this chain, As doth the mother keep her children, From water pits, or falling in the fire. Over mine armour will I hang this chain, And when long combat makes my body faint, The sight of this shall show Perseda's name, And ad fresh courage to my fainting limbs. This day the eager Turk of Tripolis, The Knight of Malta, honoured for his worth, And he that's titled by the golden spur. The Moore upon his hot barbarian horse, The fiery Spaniard bearing in his face, The empress of a noble warrior. The sudden Frenchman, and the big-boned Dane, And English Arthur's hardy men at arms, yclept lions of the western world: Each one of these approved combatants, Assembled from several corners of the world, Are hither come to try their force in arms, In honour of the Prince of Cyprus nuptials. Amongst these worthies will Erastus' troop, Though like a Gnat amongst a hive of Bees: Know me by this thy precious carcanet, And if I thrive, in valour as the glass That takes the sunbeams burning with his force: I'll be the glass, and thou that heavenly Sun, From whence I'll borrow what I do achieve. And sweet Perseda unnoted though I be, Thy beauty yet shall make me known ere night. Young slips are never graft in windy days, Young scholars never entered with the rod, Ah my Erastus there are Europe's Knights, That carry honour graven in their helms, And they must win it dear that win it thence. Let not my beauty prick thee to thy bane, Better sit still then rise and overtaken. Counsel me not, for my intent is sworn, And be my fortune as my love deserves. So be thy fortune as thy features serves. And then Erastus lives without compare. Here comes a Messenger to haste me hence, I know your message, hath the Princess sent for me? She hath, and desires you to consort her to the triumphs.
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Enough Erastus thy Perseda knowes, She whom thou wouldst haue thine, Erastus knowes, Nay my Perseda knowes, and then tis well. I watch you vauntages, thine be it then, I haue forgot the rest, but thats the effect: Which to effect, accept this carkanet, My Grandame on her death bed gaue it me, And there, euen there I vow'd vnto my selfe, To keepe the same vntill my wandring eye, Should finde a harbour for my hart to dwell. Euen in thy brest doo I elect my rest, Let in my hart to keepe thine company. And sweet Perseda accept this ring, To equall it, receiue my hart to boot, It is no boot, for that was thine before? And far more welcome is this change to me. Then sunny daies to naked Sauages, Or newes of pardon to a wretch condemde, That waiteth for the fearefull stroke of death. As carefull will I be to keepe this chaine, As doth the mother keepe her children, From waterpits, or falling in the fire. Ouer mine armour will I hang this chaine, And when long combat makes my body faint, The sight of this shall shew Persedas name, And ad fresh courage to my fainting limmes. This day the eger Turke of Tripolis, The Knight of Malta, hououred for his worth, And he thats titled by the golden spurre. The Moore vpon his hot barbarian horse, The fiery Spaniard bearing in his face, The empresse of a noble warriour. The sudden Frenchman, and the bigbound Dane, And English Arthers hardy men at armes, Eclipped Lyons of the westerne worlde: Eche one of these approued combatants, Assembled from seuerall corners of the world, Are hither come to try their force in armes, In honor of the Prince of Cipris nuptials. Amongst these worthies will Erastus troupe, Though like a Gnatamongst a hiue of Bees: Know me by this thy pretious carkanet, And if I thriue, in valour as the glasse That takes the Sun-beames burning with his force: Ile be the glasse, and thou that heauenly Sun, From whence Ile borrow what I do at chieue. And sweet Perseda vnnoted though I be, Thy beauty yet shall make me knowne ere night. Yong slippes are neuer graft in windy daies, Yong schollers neuer entered with the rod, Ah my Erastus there are Europes Knights, That carryhonour grauen in their helmes, And they must winne it deere that winne it thence. Let not my beauty prick thee to thy bane, Better sit still then rise and ouer-tane. Counsell me not, for my intent is sworne, And be my fortune as my loue deserues. So be thy fortune as thy features serues. And then Erastus liues without compare. Here comes a Messenger to haste me hence, I know your message, hath the Princesse sent for me? She hath, and desires you to consort her to the triumphes.