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CHAP. XIII.
Wherein is prosecuted the History of the Captive.
A SONNET.
O Happy Soules, which from this mortall Vaile Freed and exempted, through the good you wrought, Safe from the harmes, that here did you assaile; By your deserts, to highest Heaven were brought, Which here inflam'd by Wrath, and noble Thought, Shewed how much your forces did availe: When both your owne and forraign Bloods you taught, From sandie Shores, into the Deepes to traile. Your lives before your valours end deceased, In your tyr'd armes; which though they were a dying And vanquisht; yet on Victory have seiz'd. And this your life from servile thraldome flying, Ending, acquires, betweene the Sword and Wall, Heavens glory there, Fame here on Earth, for all.
I have it even in the very same manner, quoth the Captive. Well then, said the Gentleman that of the Fort is thus, if I doe not forget it:
The Sonnets were not misliked: and the Captive was greatly recreated with the newes which he received of his companion, and prosecuting his Historie, he said. The Goleta, and the Fort being rendred, the Turkes gave order to dismantell Goleta: for the Fort was left in such sort, as there remained nothing up that might be overthrowne: and to doe it with more brevity and lesse labour, they undermined it in three places, but that which seemed least strong, could not be blowne up by any of them, which was the old walls; but all that which had remained a-foot of the new fortifications and workes of Fratin, fell downe to the ground with great facility: and this being ended, the Navy returned triumphant and victorious to Constantinople: where within a few moneths afterward my Lord Vchali died whom they called Vchali Fertax, which signifies inA SONNET.
FRom midst the barron Earth, here overthrowne, In these sad Clods, which on the ground doe lie, Three thousand Souldiers holy Souls are flowne, And to a happier Mansion gone on hie: Here, when they did in vaine the vigour trie Of their strong Armes, to cost of many a one, After the most, through extreame t••ile did die: The cruell Sword a few did light upon: And this same plot eternally hath beene, With thousand dolefull memories repleate, As well this age, as in foregoing time. But from his cruell bosome Heav'n ne're yes Reciv'd sincerer soules, then were the last, Nor earth so valiant bodies, aye possest.