The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 11Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 11
Dryden, John
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were two fierce mastiffs, biting and tearing wherever they could lay
hold, and behind, upon a black steed, rode a gloomy knight, with a
dagger in his hand, loading her with the bitterest imprecations. The
sight struck him at once with wonder and consternation, as well as pity
for the lady, whom he was desirous to rescue from such trouble and
danger, if possible; but finding himself without arms, he seized the
branch of a tree, instead of a truncheon, and went forward with it, to
oppose both the dogs and the knight. The knight observing this, called
out, afar off, "Anastasio, do not concern thyself; but leave the dogs
and me to do by this wicked woman as she has deserved." At these words
the dogs laid hold of her, and he coming up to them, dismounted from his
horse. Anastasio then stept up to him, and said, "I know not who you
are, that are acquainted thus with me; but I must tell you, that it is a
most villainous action for a man armed as you are to pursue a naked
woman, and to set dogs upon her also, as if she were a wild beast; be
assured, that I shall defend her to the utmost of my power." The knight
replied, "I was once your countryman, when you were but a child, and was
called Guido de gli Anastagi, at which time I was more enamoured with
this woman, than ever you were with Traversaro's daughter; but she
treated me so cruelly, and with so much insolence, that I killed myself
with this dagger which you now see in my hand, for which I am doomed to
eternal punishment. Soon afterwards she, who was over and above rejoiced
at my death, died likewise, and for that cruelty, as also for the joy
which she expressed at my misery, she is condemned as well as myself;
our sentences are for her to flee before me, and for me, who loved her
so well, to pursue her as a mortal enemy; and when I overtake her, with
this dagger, with which I murdered myself, do I murder her; then I open
her through the back, and take out that hard and cold heart, which
neither love nor pity could pierce, with all her entrails, and throw
them to the dogs; and in a little time (so wills the justice and power
of heaven) she rises, as though she had never been dead, and renews her
miserable flight, whilst we pursue her over again. Every Friday in the
year, about this time, do I sacrifice her here, as you see, and on other
days in other places, where she has ever thought or done any thing
against me; and thus being from a lover become her mortal enemy, I am to
follow her as many years as she was cruel to me months. Then let the
divine justice take its course, nor offer to oppose what you are no way
able to withstand." Anastasio drew back at these words, terrified to
death, and waited to see what the other was going to do: who having made
an end of speaking, ran at her with the utmost fury, as she was seized
by the dogs, and kneeled down begging for mercy, when with his dagger he
pierced through her breast, drawing forth her heart and entrails, which
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