Before the Palace of Antioch. |
| |
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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