Before the Palace of Antioch. |
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Enter GOWER. |
To sing a song that old was sung, |
From ashes ancient Gower is come, |
Assuming man's infirmities, |
To glad your ear, and please your eyes. |
It hath been sung at festivals, |
On ember-eves, and holy-ales; |
And lords and ladies in their lives |
Have read it for restoratives: |
The purchase is to make men glorious; |
Et bonum quo antiquius, eo melius. |
If you, born in these latter times, |
When wit's more ripe, accept my rimes, |
And that to hear an old man sing |
May to your wishes pleasure bring, |
I life would wish, and that I might |
Waste it for you like taper-light. |
This Antioch, then, Antiochus the Great |
Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat, |
The fairest in all Syria, |
I tell you what mine authors say: |
This king unto him took a fere, |
Who died and left a female heir, |
So buxom, blithe, and full of face |
As heaven had lent her all his grace; |
With whom the father liking took, |
And her to incest did provoke. |
Bad child, worse father! to entice his own |
To evil should be done by none. |
By custom what they did begin |
Was with long use account no sin. |
The beauty of this sinful dame |
Made many princes thither frame, |
To seek her as a bed-fellow, |
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow: |
Which to prevent, he made a law, |
To keep her still, and men in awe, |
That whoso ask'd her for his wife, |
His riddle told not, lost his life: |
So for her many a wight did die, |
As yon grim looks do testify. |
What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye |
I give, my cause who best can justify. [Exit. |
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