(Marlowe's copy read "novi.")

[348] "Desierat."

[349] "In vacuas _auras_." (The true reading is "aures.")

ELEGIA II.[350]

Ad amicam cursum equorum spectantem.

I sit not here the n.o.ble horse to see; Yet whom thou favour'st, pray may conqueror be.

To sit and talk with thee I hither came, That thou may'st know with love thou mak'st me flame.

Thou view'st the course; I thee: let either heed What please them, and their eyes let either feed.

What horse-driver thou favour'st most is best, Because on him thy care doth hap to rest.

Such chance let me have: I would bravely run, On swift steeds mounted till the race were done. 10 Now would I slack the reins, now lash their hide, With wheels bent inward now the ring-turn ride, In running if I see thee, I shall stay, And from my hands the reins will slip away.

Ah, Pelops from his coach was almost felled, Hippodamia's looks while he beheld!

Yet he attained, by her support, to have her: Let us all conquer by our mistress' favour.

In vain, why fly'st back? force conjoins us now: The place's laws this benefit allow. 20 But spare my wench, thou at her right hand seated; By thy sides touching ill she is entreated.[351]

And sit thou rounder,[352] that behind us see; For shame press not her back with thy hard knee.

But on the ground thy clothes too loosely lie: Gather them up, or lift them, lo, will I.

Envious[353] garments, so good legs to hide!

The more thou look'st, the more the gown's enved.

Swift Atalanta's flying legs, like these, Wish in his hands grasped did Hippomenes. 30 Coat-tucked Diana's legs are painted like them, When strong wild beasts, she, stronger, hunts to strike them.

Ere these were seen, I burnt: what will these do?

Flames into flame, floods thou pour'st seas into, By these I judge; delight me may the rest, Which lie hid, under her thin veil supprest.

Yet in the meantime wilt small winds bestow, That from thy fan, moved by my hand, may blow?

Or is my heat of mind, not of the sky?

Is't women's love my captive breast doth fry? 40 While thus I speak, black dust her white robes ray;[354]

Foul dust, from her fair body go away!

Now comes the pomp; themselves let all men cheer;[355]

The shout is nigh; the golden pomp comes here.

First, Victory is brought with large spread wing: G.o.ddess, come here; make my love conquering.

Applaud you Neptune, that dare trust his wave, The sea I use not: me my earth must have.

Soldier applaud thy Mars, no wars we move, Peace pleaseth me, and in mid peace is love. 50 With augurs Phoebus, Phoebe with hunters stands.

To thee Minerva turn the craftsmen's hands.

Ceres and Bacchus countrymen adore, Champions please[356] Pollux, Castor loves hors.e.m.e.n more.

Thee, gentle Venus, and the boy that flies, We praise: great G.o.ddess aid my enterprise.

Let my new mistress grant to be beloved; She becked, and prosperous signs gave as she moved.

What Venus promised, promise thou we pray Greater than her, by her leave, thou'rt, I'll say. 60 The G.o.ds, and their rich pomp witness with me, For evermore thou shalt my mistress be.

Thy legs hang down, thou may'st, if that be best, Awhile[357] thy tiptoes on the footstool[358] rest.

Now greatest spectacles the Praetor sends, Four chariot-horses from the lists' even ends.

I see whom thou affect'st: he shall subdue; The horses seem as thy[359] desire they knew.

Alas, he runs too far about the ring; What dost? thy waggon in less compa.s.s bring. 70 What dost, unhappy? her good wishes fade: Let with strong hand the rein to bend be made.

One slow we favour, Romans, him revoke: And each give signs by casting up his cloak.

They call him back; lest their gowns toss thy hair, To hide thee in my bosom straight repair.

But now again the barriers open lie, And forth the gay troops on swift horses fly.

At least now conquer, and outrun the rest: My mistress' wish confirm with my request. 80 My mistress hath her wish; my wish remain: He holds the palm: my palm is yet to gain.

She smiled, and with quick eyes behight[360] some grace: Pay it not here, but in another place.

FOOTNOTES:

[350] Not in Isham copy or ed. A.

[351] "Contactu lateris laeditur ista tui."

[352] "Tua contraha crura."

[353]

"Invida vestis eras quod tam bona crura tegebas!

Quoque magis spectes ... invida vestis eras."

[354] Defile.

[355] A strange rendering of "linguis animisque favete."

[356] Ed. B "pleace;" ed. C "place."

[357] Old eds. "Or while."

[358] "Cancellis" (_i.e._ the rails).

[359] Old eds. "they."

[360] "Promisit."

ELEGIA III.[361]

De amica quae perjuraverat.

What, are there G.o.ds? herself she hath forswore, And yet remains the face she had before.

How long her locks were ere her oath she took, So long they be since she her faith forsook.

Fair white with rose-red was before commixt; Now shine her looks pure white and red betwixt.

Her foot was small: her foot's form is most fit: Comely tall was she, comely tall she's yet.

Sharp eyes she had: radiant like stars they be, By which she, perjured oft, hath lied to[362] me. 10 In sooth, th' eternal powers grant maids society Falsely to swear; their beauty hath some deity.

By her eyes, I remember, late she swore, And by mine eyes, and mine were pained sore.

Say G.o.ds: if she unpunished you deceive, For other faults why do I loss receive.

But did you not so envy[363] Cepheus' daughter, For her ill-beauteous mother judged to slaughter.

'Tis not enough, she shakes your record off, And, unrevenged, mocked G.o.ds with me doth scoff. 20 But by my pain to purge her perjuries, Cozened, I am the cozener's sacrifice.

G.o.d is a name, no substance, feared in vain, And doth the world in fond belief detain.

Or if there be a G.o.d, he loves fine wenches, And all things too much in their sole power drenches.

Mars girts his deadly sword on for my harm; Pallas' lance strikes me with unconquered arm; At me Apollo bends his pliant bow; At me Jove's right hand lightning hath to throw. 30 The wronged G.o.ds dread fair ones to offend, And fear those, that to fear them least intend.