Royall Dorastus, and his Queen, Of both the lands receiv'd the crown, Judge all now of Bohemia's joy, A joyful noise in every place, XLIX. DEATH OF IFFIDA. From "The Romance of the History of Palmendos, son to the most renowned Palmerin d'Oliva.” 1653. "The mother and her daughter ran furiously on Palmendos, labouring to do him what injury they could: but he (unwilling to hurt them), suffered their violence, till Ozalioe's squire seeing their impatience, and fearing with their knives they would in the end murder him, took up one of the guards hatchets, and therewith deprived the mother of her life. "Iffida extremely raging at this grievous spectacle, rent her hair from her head, and with her nails, most cruelly martyred her face; then being suddenly surprised with a raging apoplexy, she presently died without using any more speeches. The Page grieving to behold this woeful accident, determined not to live any longer after her; but first upon the wall he wrote certain dolorous verses, which afterward were converted to a funeral ditty, in this manner :" DEAD is the bud of beauty's chief delight, That nature never fram'd so rare a 228 Had Paris seen this wondrous piece of art, Ungentle star, that domineer'd the day, But, wretch! why stand'st thou charging these with guilt, Thou hapless boy thy lady's blood hast spilt, Thy master and his servants thou didst kill. When first thou travell'dst for this trothless man, But, sovereign Love, immortal and divine, Stand I expostulating this or that, When on my back the weighty burthen lies; But for this fault be thou a sacrifice. Fair Iffida, thy page doth follow thee, L. ROSSALIND'S DITTY. From "The Famous Historie of the Seaven Champions of Christendome." “During which time faire Rossalinde (one of the daughters of the Thracian King, being as then prisoner in the Castle) by chance looked over the walls, and espyed the body of the Gyant headlesse, under whose subjection shee had continued in great servitude for the time of seaven moneths, likewise by him a knight unarmed, as shee thought panting for breath, the which the lady judged to be the knight that had slaine the Gyant Blanderon, and the nan by whom her delivery should be recovered, shee presently descended the walles of the castle, and ran with all speed to the adventurous champion, whom shee found dead. But yet being nothing discouraged of his recovery, feeling as yet a warme bloud in every member, retired back with all speede to the castle, and fetcht a boxe of precious balme, the which the Gyant was wont to poure into his wounds after his encounter with any Knight: with which balme this courteous lady chafed every part of the breathlesse champion's bodie, one while washing his stiffe lims with her salt teares the which like pearles fell from her eyes, another while drying them with the tresses of her golden hayre, which hung dangling in the winde, then chafing his livelesse body againe with a balme of a contrary nature, but yet no signe of life could shee espie in the dead Knight: which caused her to grow desperate of all hope of his recoverie. Therefore like a loving, meeke, and kinde ladie, considering he had lost his life for her sake, shee intended to beare him company in death, and with her owne hands to finish up her dayes, and to dye upon his breast as Thisbe died upon the brest of her true Pyramus; therefore as the swanne sings a while before her death, so this sorrowful lady warbled forth this swan-like song over the bodie of the noble champion." MUSES come mourn with doleful melody, Dead is the Knight for whom I live and die, |