Watch'd as she was, yet could he not refrain The dame by signs reveal'd her kind intent, Ah! gentle knight, what would thy eyes avail, Argus himself, so cautious and so wise, Was overwatch'd, for all his hundred eyes: So many an honest husband may, 'tis known Who, wisely, never thinks the case his own. The dame at last, by diligence and care, Procur'd the key her knight was wont to bear; She took the wards in wax before the fire, And gave th' impression to the trusty squire. By means of this some wonder shall appear, Which, in due place and season, you may hear. Well sung sweet Ovid, in the days of yore, What slight is that which love will not explore? And Pyramus and Thisbe plainly show The feats true lovers, when they list, can do: Though watch'd and captive, yet in spite of all, They found the art of kissing through a wall. But now no longer from our tale to stray; It happ'd, that once upon a summer's day Our reverend knight was urg'd to amorous play : He rais'd his spouse ere matin-bell was rung, And thus his morning canticle he sung: "Awake, my love, disclose thy radiant eyes; Arise, my wife, my beauteous lady, rise! This heard, to Damian straight a sign she made And hand in hand with him his lovely dame; Blind as he was, not doubting all was sure, He turn'd the key, and made the gate secure. "Here let us walk," he said, " observ'd by none, Conscious of pleasures to the world unknown: Each other loss with patience I can bear, "Consider then, my lady and my wife, The solid comforts of a virtuous life. As first, the love of Christ himself you gain; And will perform, by this-my dear, and this- He ceas'd, and May with modest grace replied; (Weak was her voice, as while she spoke she cried) "Heaven knows (with that a tender sigh she drew) I have a soul to save as well as you; And, what no less you to my charge commend, Then hear, my lord, and witness what I swear: "First may the yawning earth her bosom rend, And let me hence to hell alive descend; Or die the death I dread no less than hell, Sew'd in a sack, and plung'd into a well; Ere I my fame by one lewd act disgrace, Or once renounce the honour of my race. For know, sir knight, of gentle blood I came; I loath a whore, and startle at the name. But jealous men on their own crimes reflect, And learn from thence their ladies to suspect: Else why these needless cautions, sir, to me? These doubts and fears of female constancy? This chime still rings in every lady's ear, The only strain a wife must hope to hear." Thus while she spoke a sidelong glance she cast. Where Damian kneeling worship'd as she past. She saw him watch the motions of her eye, And singled out a pear tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough. Thither th' obsequious squire address'd his pace. And climbing, in the summit took his place; The knight and lady walk'd beneath in view, Where let us leave them, and our tale pursue. 'Twas now the season when the glorious sun His heavenly progress through the Twins had run ; And Jove, exalted, his mild influence yields, To glad the glebe, and paint the flowery fields: Clear was the day, and Phoebus, rising bright, Had streak'd the azure firmament with light; He piers' the glittering clouds with golden streams, And in the midst their monarch and his bride. The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flowery plain; A thousand authors have this truth made out, "Thus says the king who knew your wickedness; The son of Sirach testifies no less. So may some wildfire on your bodies fall, |