660 And will you fo, reply'd the Queen, indeed? Now, by my mother's foul it is decreed, 656 She fhall not want an anfwer at her need. For her, and for her daughters, I'll engage, And all the fex in each fucceeding age; Art shall be theirs to varnifh an offence, And fortify their crimes with confidence. Nay, were they taken in a strict embrace, Seen with both eyes, and pinion'd on the place; All they shall need is to protest and swear, Breathe a foft figh, and drop a tender tear; 665 Till their wife husbands, gull'd by arts like thefe, Grow gentle, tractable, and tame as geefe. 670 What tho' this fland'rous Jew, this Solomon, Call'd women fools, and knew full many a one; The wiser wits of later times declare, How conftant, chaste, and virtuous women are: Witness the martyrs, who refign'd their breath, Serene in torments, unconcern'd in death; And witness next what Roman authors tell, How Arria, Portia, and Lucretia fell. 675 But fince the facred leaves to all are free, And men interpret texts, why should not we? By this no more was meant, than to have shown, That fov'reign goodness dwells in him alone Who only Is, and is but only One. 680 But grant the worft; fhall women then be weigh'd 685 By ev'ry word that Solomon has faid? Whose reign indulgent God, fays Holy Writ, Well, I'm a Woman, and as fuch must speak; Silence would fwell me, and my heart would break. Know then, I fcorn your dull authorities, 695 İ yield it up; but fince I gave my oath, 700 That this much-injur'd Knight again should see It must be done---I am a King, faid he, And one, whofe faith has ever facred been-- And fo has mine (she said)---I am a Queen : Her answer the fhall have, I undertake ; 705 And thus an end of all dispute I make. Try when you lift; and you shall find, my Lord, It is not in our fex to break our word. 710 We leave them here in this heroic strain, And to the Knight our story turns again; Who in the garden, with his lovely May, Sung, merrier than the Cuckow or the Jay: This was his fong; "Oh kind and conftant be, "Conftant and kind I'll ever prove to thee." Thus finging as he went, at laft he drew 715 What pangs, what sudden shoots diftend my fide? Sore figh'd the Knight to hear his Lady's cry, 725 But could not climb, and had no fervant nigh: Old as he was, and void of eye-fight too, What could, alas! a helpless husband do? And must I languish then, she said, and die, Yet view the lovely fruit before my eye? 730 At least, kind Sir, for charity's sweet sake, With all my foul, he thus reply'd again, 735 I pass, as gambols never known to you; 740 But fure it was a merrier fit, fhe fwore, 745 Than in her life the ever felt before. In that nice moment, lo! the wond'ring knight tent; But when he faw his bofom-wife fo drefs'd, What ails my Lord? the trembling dame re- I thought your patience had been better try'd; So heav'n preserve the fight it has refstor❜d, As with thefe eyes I plainly faw thee whor'd; ; |