Which I had filld with Figges, and leaues vpon.
And comming to the guard that kept the dore,
What hast thou there? said they, and lookt thereon.
Seeing the figges, they deem'd of nothing more,
But said, they were the fayrest they had seene.
Taste some, said I, for they are good and pleasant.
No, no, said they, go beare them to thy Queene,
Thinking me some poore man that brought a present.
Well, in I went, wherebrighter then the Sunne,
Glittering in all her pompous rich aray,
Great Cleopatra sate, as if sh'had wonne
Caesar, and all the world beside this day:
Euen as she was when on thy cristall streames.
Cleere Cydnos she did shew what earth could shew.
When Asia all ama'zd in wonder deemes
Venus from heauen was come on earth below,
Euen as she went at first to meet her Loue,
So goes she now at last againe to find him.
But that first, did her greatnesse onely proue,
This last her loue, that could not liue behind him.
Yet as she sate, the doubt of my good speed,
Detracts much from the sweetnesse of her looke:
Cheere-marrer Care, did then such passions breed,
That made her eye bewray the griefe she tooke.
But she no sooner sees me in the place,
But strait her sorrow-clouded brow she cleeres,
Lightning a smile from out a stormie face.
Which all her tempest-beaten sences cheeres.
Looke how a strayed perplexed traueller,
When chasd by theeues, and euen at point of ••••king,
Descrying sodainly some towne not far,