Him heerewith shee forc'd To come sit downe by her; Shee his necke embracde, gazing in his face: Hee, like one transform'd, stir'd no looke to eye her. Euery hearbe did wooe him, growing in that place, Each bird with a dittie, Prayed him for pitty, In behalfe of beauties queene; Waters' gentle murmour Craved him to loue her, Yet no liking could be seene. Boy, shee say'd, looke on mee, Still I gaze vpon thee; Speake, I pray thee, my delight: Coldly hee reply'd, And in breefe deny'd To bestow on her a sight, I am now too young to be wonne by beauty; Tender are my yeeres; I am yet a bud: Fayre thou art, shee said; then it is thy dutie, Wert thou but a blossome, to effect my good. Every beauteous flower Boasteth in my power, Byrds and beasts my lawes effect; Mirrha, thy faire mother, Most of any other, Did my louely hests respect. Be with me delighted, Thou shalt be requited, Every Nimph on thee shall tend; All the Gods shall loue thee, Man shall not reproue thee, Loue himselfe shall be thy freend. Wend thee from mee, Venus, I am not disposed; Thou wringest mee too hard; pre-thee, let me goe; Fie! what a paine it is thus to be enclosed? If loue begin with labour, A short kiss I doe it find: Wilt thou leaue me so? Breathe once more thy balmie wind: It smelleth of the Mirh-tree, That to the world did bring thee; Neuer was perfume so sweet. When she had thus spoken, She gave him a token, And theyr naked bosoms meet. Now, hee sayd, let's goe; harke, the hounds are crying; Grieslie boare is vp, huntsmen follow fast, At the name of boare Venus seemed dying: Deadly-coloured pale roses ouer cast. Speake, sayd shee, no more Of following the boare, Thou unfit for such a chase: Course the fearfull hare, Venson doe not spare, If thou wilt yeeld Venus grace. Shun the boare, I pray thee, Else I still will stay thee; Herein he vow'd to please her minde : Then her armes enlarged, Loth shee him discharged; Forth he went as swift as winde. Thetis Phoebus' steedes in the west retained; Hunting sport was past, Loue her loue did seeke: Sight of him too soone gentle Queene shee gained; On the ground he lay, blood had left his cheeke: For an orped swine Smit him in the groyne; Deadly wound his death did bring : Shee fell in a swound, And, awakte, her hands did wring. Nimphs and Satires skipping Came together tripping; Eccho euery cry exprest: Venus by her power Turn'd him to a flower, Which she weareth in her creast *. H. C. * in her CREAST.] I suspect this is a misprint, and that the poet wrote breast, The word orped, which occurs in this stanza, and of which I know not the derivation, is used by Golding, (as an anonymous writer has observed,) in his translation of Ovid's Metamorphoses, 1587, b. viii.: "Even maugre dame Diana's hart, confound this orped swine." Again, in the thirteenth book: "the orped giant Polypheme." Terribilem Polyphemum. Again, in A Herrings Tale: containing a poetical fiction of di- · verse matters worthy the reading, quarto, 1598: 66 Straight as two launces coucht by orped knights at rest.” Gower uses the word in like manner in his Confessio Amantis, 1554, b. i. fol. 22: "That thei woll gette of their accord "Some orped knight to sle this lord." So also Gawin Douglas in his translation of Virgil, Æn. x. : "Amid the Trojanis by favour of Mars, quod sche." Per medios insignis equo tumidusque secundo Marte ruat. Orped seems to have signified, proud, swelling; and to have included largeness of size, as well as haughtiness and fierceness of demeanour. Skinner idly enough conjectures that it is derived from oripeau, Fr. leaf-brass, or tinsel; in consequence of which in Cole's and Kersey's Dictionaries the word has been absurdly interpreted gilded. MALONE. |