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6.
This said, their Trumpets sound Revenge's praise;
The Hunters Horns (though terrour of the wood)
Reply'd so meanly, they could scarcely raise
Eccho so loud as might be understood.
This said, their Trumpets sound Revenge's praise;
The Hunters Horns (though terrour of the wood)
Reply'd so meanly, they could scarcely raise
Eccho so loud as might be understood.
7.
The Duke (his fit of fury being spent,
Which onely wounds and opposition bred)
Does weep on faded Oswald, and lament
What was so great in life, is nothing dead.
The Duke (his fit of fury being spent,
Which onely wounds and opposition bred)
Does weep on faded Oswald, and lament
What was so great in life, is nothing dead.
8.
But cry'd, when he the speechless Rivals spy'd,
O worth, above the ancient price of Love!
Lost are the living, for with these love dy'd;
Or if immortal, fled with them above.
But cry'd, when he the speechless Rivals spy'd,
O worth, above the ancient price of Love!
Lost are the living, for with these love dy'd;
Or if immortal, fled with them above.
9.
In these we the intrinsick value know
By which first Lovers did love currant deem;
But Love's false Coyners will allay it now,
Till men suspect what next they must contemn.
In these we the intrinsick value know
By which first Lovers did love currant deem;
But Love's false Coyners will allay it now,
Till men suspect what next they must contemn.
10.
Not less young Hurgonil resents their chance,
Though no fit time to practise his remorse,
For now he cries (finding the Foe advance)
Let Death give way to life! to horse! to horse!
Not less young Hurgonil resents their chance,
Though no fit time to practise his remorse,
For now he cries (finding the Foe advance)
Let Death give way to life! to horse! to horse!
11.
This sorrow is too soft for deeds behind;
Which I (a mortal Lover) would sustain;
So as to make your Sister wisely kind,
And praise me living, not lament me slain.
This sorrow is too soft for deeds behind;
Which I (a mortal Lover) would sustain;
So as to make your Sister wisely kind,
And praise me living, not lament me slain.
12.
Swift as Armenians in the Panthers chace
They flie to reach where now their Hunters are;
Who sought out danger with too bold a pace,
Till thus the Duke did them aloud prepare.
Swift as Armenians in the Panthers chace
They flie to reach where now their Hunters are;
Who sought out danger with too bold a pace,
Till thus the Duke did them aloud prepare.
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