CARINUS

Ah my Alphonsus never think on that, In vain it is to sttiue against the stream, The Crown is lost, and now in hucksters hands, And all our hope is cast to the dust: Bridle these thoughts, and learn the same of me, A quiet life does pass and Empery. My noble son, since that thy mind is such For to revenge thy father's foul abuse, As that my words may not a whit prevail To stay thy journey, go with happy fate, And soon return unto thy father's Cell, With such a to ne as Julius C ar came To noble Room, when as he had achieved The mighty Monarch of the triple woe ld, Mean time Carinus in this silly grove Will spend his days with prayer and horizons, To mighty Jove, to further thine intent: Farewell deer son Alphonsu fare you well. No sooner had God P bus brightsome beams Both Milan land, and all the parts thereof. Why then I doubt not but you can resolve Me of a question that I shall demand. Then to be brief, not twenty winter's passed When these my limbs which withered are with age, Were in the prime and spring of all their youth, I still desirous as voong gallants be, To see the fashions of Arabia, My native soil, and in this Pilgrim's weed, Began to travel through unkenned lands, Much ground I passed, and many soils I saw, But when my feet in Milan land I set, Such sumptuous triumphs daily there I saw, As never in my life I found the Like. I pray good sir, what might the occasion be: That made the Milans make such mirth and glee? But what I pray did afterwards become, Of old Carinus with his banished son? What hear you nothing of them all this while? A blister built upon that traitors tongue, But for thy friendship which thou shewedst me, Take that of me, I frankly give it thee. Now will I haste to Naples with all speed, To see if Fortune will so favour me, To view Alphonsus in his happy state. What never a word Alphonsus, art thou dumb? Oh worser that my presence so perturb thy mind, That for because I come in Pilgrim's weed, You think each word which you do spend to me A great disgrace unto your name to be? Why speakest thou not? if that my place you crave, I will be gone and you my place shall have. These words are vain, I knew as much before: But yet Alphonsus I must wonder needs, That you whose years are prove to Cupid's snares, Can suffer such a Gods as this dame, Thus for to shed such store of Crystal tears. Believe me son, although my years be spent, Her sighs and sobs in twain my heart do rend. How now Alphonsus, you which have so lo ̄ g Be trained up in bloody broils of Mars, What know you not, that Castles are not won At first assault, and women are not wooed When first their suitors proffer love to them: As for my partly, I should account that maid A wanton wench, unconstant lewd and light, That yields the field, before she venture fight. Especially unto her mortal foe, As you were then unto Iphigina. But for because I see you fitter are To enter Lists and combat with your foes, Then court fair Ladies in God Cupid's tents, Carinus means, your spokesman for to be, And if that she consent, you shall agree. Then dainty damsel stint these trickling tears, Cease sighs and sobs, yea make a merry cheer, Your pardon is already purchased: So that you be not over curious In granting to Alphonsus joust demand. The Gods forbid that ere Carinus tongue Should go about to make a maid consent Unto the thing which modesty denies: That which I ask, is neither hurt to thee, Danger to parents, nor disgrace to friends, But good and honest, and will profit bring, To thee and those which lean unto that thing. And that is this, since first Alphonsus eyes, Did hap to glance upon your heavenly hew, And saw the rare perfection of the same, He hath desired to become your spouse. Now if you will unto the same agree, I dare assure you, that you shall be free. Well, let that pass, now canst thou be con tent To love Alphonsus, and become his spouse? Albinius go call forth Amuracke, Weel see what he does say unto this match. Most mighty Turk, I with my warlike son Alphonsus, loathing that so great a Prince As you should live in such unseemly sort, Have sent for you to proffer life or death: Life, if you do consent to our demand, And death if that you dare gainsay the same, Your wife, high Faustam, with Iphigina, Have given consent that this my warlike son Should have your daughter for his bedfellow, Now rests nought but that you do agree, And so to purchase sure tranquillity. Now worthy Princes, since by help of Jove On either side the wedding is decreed, Come let us weened to Naples speedily, For to solemnize it with mirth and glee. My noble son, since first I did recount The noble acts your predecessors did In Aragon, against their war ke foes, I never yet could see thee joy at all, But hanging down thy head as malcontent: Thy youthful days in mourning have be spent. Tell me Alphonsus what might be the cause That makes thee thus to pine away with care? Hath old Carinus done thee any offence In reckoning up these stories unto thee? What never a word mme? Alphonsus speak, Unless your Father's fatal day you seek.