Chapter 10

_After the song, which was by report very sweetly repeated by the Chorus_, LUCRECE _departeth into_ GISMUNDA'S _chamber, and_ GUISCARD _cometh out of the palace with_ JULIO _and_ RENUCHIO, _gentlemen, to whom he turneth, and saith_:

GUISCARD. Leave me, my friends; this solitary walk Enticeth me to break your company. Leave me, my friends, I can endure no talk. Let me entreat this common courtesy. [_The gentlemen depart_. What grievous pain they 'dure, which neither may Forget their loves, ne yet enjoy their love, I know by proof, and daily make assay. Though Love hath brought my lady's heart to love, My faithful love with like love to requite; This doth not quench, but rather cause to flame The creeping fire which, spreading in my breast With raging heat, grants me no time of rest. If they bewail their cruel destiny, Which spend their love, where they no love can find, Well may I plain, since fortune haleth[64] me To this torment of far more grievous kind; Wherein I feel as much extremity, As may be felt in body or in mind. For by that sight, which should recure my pain, My sorrows are redoubled all in vain. Now I perceive that only I alone Am her belov'd, her looks assure me so: The thought thereof provokes me to bemoan Her heavy plight that grieveth at my woe. This intercourse of our affections-- I her to serve, she thus to honour me-- Bewrays the truth of our elections, Delighting in this mutual sympathy. Thus love for love entreat's the queen of love, That with her help Love's solace we may prove. I see my mistress seeks as well as I To stay the strife of her perplexed mind: Full fain she would our secret company, If she the wished way thereof might find. Heavens, have ye seen, or hath the age of man Recorded such a miracle as this-- In equal love two noble hearts to frame, That never spake one with another's bliss? I am assured that she doth assent To my relief, that I should reap the same, If she could frame the means of my content, Keeping herself from danger of defame. In happy hour right now I did receive This cane from her; which gift though it be small, Receiving it, what joys I did conceive Within my fainting spirits therewithal! Who knoweth love aright, may well conceive By like adventures that to them befall. "For needs the lover must esteem that well, Which comes from her, with whom his heart doth dwell." Assuredly it is not without cause She gave me this; something she meant thereby: For therewithal I might perceive her pause Awhile, as though some weighty thing did lie Upon her heart, which she concealed, because The standers-by should not our loves descry: This clift bewrays that it hath been disclos'd; Perhaps herein she hath something inclos'd: [_He breaks it_. O thou great thunderer! who would not serve, Where wit with beauty chosen have their place? Who could devise more wisely to conserve Things from suspect? O Venus, for this grace That deigns me, all unworthy, to deserve So rare a love, in heaven I should thee place. This sweet letter some joyful news contains, 1 hope it brings recure to both our pains. [_He reads it_.

_Mine own, as I am yours, whose heart, I know, No less than mine, for lingering help of woe Doth long too long: love, tendering your case And mine, hath taught recure of both our pain. My chamber-floor doth hide a cave, where was An old vault's mouth: the other in the plain Doth rise southward, a furlong from the wall. Descend you there. This shall suffice. And so I yield myself, mine honour, life, and all, To you. Use you the same, as there may grow Your bliss and mine, mine earl, and that the same Free may abide from danger of defame. Farewell; and fare so well, as that your joy, Which only can, may comfort mine annoy. Yours more than her own,_ GISMUND.

O blissful chance my sorrows to assuage! Wonder of nature, marvel of our age! Comes this from Gismund? did she thus enfold This letter in the cane? may it be so? It were too sweet a joy; I am deceiv'd. Why shall I doubt, did she not give it me? Therewith she smil'd, she joy'd, she raught[65] the cane, And with her own sweet hand she gave it me: And as we danc'd, she dallied with the cane, And sweetly whisper'd I should be her king, And with this cane, the sceptre of our rule, Command the sweets of her surprised heart. Therewith she raught from her alluring locks This golden tress, the favour of her grace, And with her own sweet hand she gave it me: O peerless queen, my joy, my heart's decree! And, thou fair letter, how shall I welcome thee? Both hand and pen, wherewith thou written wert, Blest may ye be, such solace that impart! And blessed be this cane, and he that taught Thee to descry the hidden entry thus: Not only through a dark and dreadful vault, But fire and sword, and through whatever be, Mistress of my desires, I come to thee.

[GISCARD _departeth in haste unto the palace_.

CHORUS 1. Right mighty is thy power, O cruel Love, High Jove himself cannot resist thy bow; Thou sent'st him down, e'en from the heavens above, In sundry shapes here to the earth below: Then how shall mortal men escape thy dart, The fervent flame and burning of thy fire; Since that thy might is such, and since thou art Both of the seas and land the lord and sire?

CHORUS 2. But why doth she that sprang from Jove's high head, And Phoebus's sister sheen, despise thy power, Ne fear thy bow? Why have they always led A maiden life, and kept untouch'd the flower? Why doth Aegistus love, and to obtain His wicked will, conspire his uncle's death? Or why doth Phaedra burn, from whom is slain Theseus' chaste son, or Helen, false of faith? "For love assaults not but the idle heart, And such as live in pleasure and delight; He turneth oft their gladsome joys to smart, Their play to plaint, their sport into despite."

CHORUS 3. 'Tis true, that Dian chaseth with her bow The flying hart, the goat, and foamy boar: By hill, by dale: in heat, in frost, in snow: She recketh not, but laboureth evermore; Love seeks not her, ne knoweth where[66] to find. Whilst Paris kept his herd on Ida down, Cupid ne'er sought him out, for he is blind; But when he left the field to live in town, He fell into his snare, and brought that brand From Greece to Troy, which after set on fire Strong Ilium, and all the Phryges land: "Such are the fruits of love, such is his hire."[67]

CHORUS 4. Who yieldeth unto him his captive heart, Ere he resist, and holds his open breast Withouten war to take his bloody dart, Let him not think to shake off, when him list, His heavy yoke. "Resist his first assault; Weak is his bow, his quenched brand is cold; Cupid is but a child, and cannot daunt The mind that bears him, or his virtues bold." But he gives poison so to drink in gold, And hideth under pleasant baits his hook; But ye beware, it will be hard to hold Your greedy minds, but if ye wisely look What sly snake lurks under those flowers gay. But ye mistrust some cloudy smokes, and fear A stormy shower after so fair a day: Ye may repent, and buy your pleasure dear; For seldom-times is Cupid wont to send "Unto an idle love a joyful end."

FINIS ACTUS. _G. Al_.