againe, And with the Lady backward sought to wend; That path he kept, which beaten was most plaine, Ne euer would to any by-way bend, But still did follow one vnto the end, The which at last out of the
one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine Is tost with troubled sights and fancies weake, He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake. The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake, And threatned vnto him the
loue bought with death too deare. Astond he stood, and vp his haire did houe, And with that suddein horror could no member moue. At last whenas the dreadfull passion Was ouerpast, and manhood well awake, Yet musing at the straunge
threats he bet, Yet of those fearefull women none durst rize, The Lyon frayed them, him in to let: He would no longer stay him to aduize, But open breakes the dore in furious wize, And entring is; when that
weepe, nor seeme to vnderstand The heauie hap, which on them is alight, Affraid, least to themselues the like mishappen might. Now when broad day the world discouered has, Vp Vna rose, vp rose the Lyon eke, And on their
long out of my sight? Much feared I to haue bene quite abhord, Or ought haue done, that ye displeasen might, That should as death vnto my deare hart light: For since mine eye your ioyous sight did mis, My
guilefull dazed eyes of his The cloud of death did sit. Which doen away, He left him lying so, ne would no lenger stay. But to the virgin comes, who all this while Amased stands, her selfe so mockt to see
little red, For of deuotion he had little care, Still drownd in sleepe, and most of his dayes ded; Scarse could he once vphold his heauie hed, To looken, whether it were night or day: May seeme the wayne was
with their sturre they troubled all the traine; Till that great Queene vpon eternall paine Of high displeasure, that ensewen might, Commaunded them their fury to refraine, And if that either to that shield had right, In equall lists they
daring tempt the Queene of heauen to sin; And Sisyphus an huge round stone did reele Against an hill, ne might from labour lin; There thirstie Tantalus hong by the chin; And Tityus fed a vulture on his maw; Typhœus
heale them all againe, and ioyned euery part. Such wondrous science in mans wit to raine When Ioue auizd, that could the dead reuiue, And fates expired could renew againe, Of endlesse life he might him not depriue, But vnto
to raine When Ioue auizd, that could the dead reuiue, And fates expired could renew againe, Of endlesse life he might him not depriue, But vnto hell did thrust him downe aliue, With flashing thunderbolt ywounded sore: Where long remaining,
his flight, That of no enuious eyes he mote be spyde: For doubtlesse death ensewd, if any him descryde. Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way, For many corses, like a great Lay-stall Of murdred men which therein strowed
yet more sad, that Vna his deare dreed Her truth had staind with treason so vnkind; Yet crime in her could neuer creature find, But for his loue, and for her owne selfe sake, She wandred had from one to
that through the steele were cleft. Therewith the knight thence marched forth in hast, Whiles Vna with huge heauinesse opprest, Could not for sorrow follow him so fast; And soone he came, as he the place had ghest, Whereas that
That it would pitty any liuing eie. Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did raile; But floods of bloud could not them satisfie: Both hungred after death: both chose to win, or die. So long they fight, and fell
fownd not in that perilous house of Pryde, Where she had left, the noble Redcrosse knight, Her hoped pray; she would no lenger bide, But forth she went, to seeke him far and wide. Ere long she fownd, whereas he
decking a gloomy glade, About the fountaine like a girlond made; Whose bubbling waue did euer freshly well, Ne euer would through feruent sommer fade: The sacred Nymph, which therein wont to dwell, Was out of Dianes fauour, as it
therewith astownd, Vpstarted lightly from his looser make, And his vnready weapons gan in hand to take. But ere he could his armour on him dight, Or get his shield, his monstrous enimy With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight
take, And was possessed of his new found make. Then vp he tooke the slombred sencelesse corse, And ere he could out of his swowne awake, Him to his castle brought with hastie forse, And in a Dongeon deepe him
was, one massie entire mould, Hewen out of Adamant rocke with engines keene, That point of speare it neuer percen could, Ne dint of direfull sword diuide the substance would. The same to wight he neuer wont disclose, But when
rocke with engines keene, That point of speare it neuer percen could, Ne dint of direfull sword diuide the substance would. The same to wight he neuer wont disclose, But when as monsters huge he would dismay, Or daunt vnequall
transmew, And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all; And when him list the prouder lookes subdew, He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew. Ne let it seeme, that credence this exceedes, For he that
of your hart: Mishaps are maistred by aduice discrete, And counsell mittigates the greatest smart; Found neuer helpe, who neuer would his hurts impart. O but ( quoth she) great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought,
will not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said. Right so; ( quoth he) but he, that neuer would, Could neuer: will to might giues greatest aid. But griefe ( quoth she) does greater grow displaid, If then it
not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said. Right so; ( quoth he) but he, that neuer would, Could neuer: will to might giues greatest aid. But griefe ( quoth she) does greater grow displaid, If then it find
enemy, An huge great Dragon horrible in sight, Bred in the loathly lakes of Tartary, With murdrous rauine, and deuouring might Their kingdome spoild, and countrey wasted quight: Themselues, for feare into his iawes to fall, He forst to castle strong
that heauen walks about, Haue thither come the noble Martiall crew, That famous hard atchieuements still pursew, Yet neuer any could that girlond win, But all still shronke, and still he greater grew: All they for want of faith, or
And of my dolefull disauenturous deare: O heauie record of the good Redcrosse, Where haue you left your Lord, that could so well you tosse? Well hoped I, and faire beginnings had, That he my captiue langour should redeeme, Till
and molten firmament; The fierce threeforked engin making way, Both loftie towres and highest trees hath rent, And all that might his angrie passage stay, And shooting in the earth, casts vp a mount of clay. His boystrous club, so
of keyes he bore, The which vnused rust did ouergrow: Those were the keyes of euery inner dore, But he could not them vse, but kept them still in store. But very vncouth sight was to behold, How he did
his voyce, and lowd did call With all his powre, to weet, if liuing wight Were housed therewithin, whom he enlargen might. Therewith an hollow, dreary, murmuring voyce These piteous plaints and dolours did resound; O who is that, which brings me
selfe he seemd to be afrayd; Whom hardly he from flying forward stayd, Till he these wordes to him deliuer might; Sir knight, aread who hath ye thus arayd, And eke from whom make ye this hasty flight: For neuer
him forst to stay, and tellen free The secret cause of his perplexitie: Yet nathemore by his bold hartie speach, Could his bloud-frosen hart emboldned bee, But through his boldnesse rather feare did reach, Yet forst, at last he made
late beheld, and had not greater grace Me reft from it, had bene partaker of the place. I lately chaunst ( Would I had neuer chaunst) With a faire knight to keepen companee, Sir Terwin hight, that well himselfe aduaunst In all
Be wonne, to spoyle the Castle of his health? I wote ( quoth he) whom triall late did teach, That like would not for all this worldes wealth: His subtill tongue, like dropping honny, mealt'h Into the hart, and searcheth euery vaine
life shut vp, for death so oft did call; And though good lucke prolonged hath thy date, Yet death then, would the like mishaps forestall, Into the which hereafter thou maiest happen fall. Why then doest thou, O man of
Almighties law: Then gan the villein him to ouercraw, And brought vnto him swords, ropes, poison, fire, And all that might him to perdition draw; And bad him choose, what death he would desire: For death was due to him,
was vnfit for bloudie fight: Therefore to cherish him with diets daint, She cast to bring him, where he chearen might, Till he recouered had his late decayed plight. There was an auntient house not farre away, Renowmd throughout the
Who well acquainted with that commune plight, Which sinfull horror workes in wounded hart, Her wisely comforted all that she might, With goodly counsell and aduisement right; And streightway sent with carefull diligence, To fetch a Leach, the which had
disease of grieued conscience, And well could cure the same; His name was Patience. Who comming to that soule-diseased knight, Could hardly him intreat, to tell his griefe: Which knowne, and all that noyd his heauie spright Well searcht, eftsoones he
by a narrow way, Scattred with bushy thornes, and ragged breares, Which still before him she remou'd away, That nothing might his ready passage stay: And euer when his feet encombred were, Or gan to shrinke, or from the right
his heauenly thoughts aside; And had he not that Dame respected more, Whom highly he did reuerence and adore, He would not once haue moued for the knight. They him saluted standing far afore; Who well them greeting, humbly did
or sharper edge did feele, Or his baptized hands now greater grew; Or other secret vertue did ensew; Else neuer could the force of fleshly arme, Ne molten mettall in his bloud embrew: For till that stownd could neuer wight
annoy: Yet swimming in that sea of blisfull ioy, He nought forgot, how he whilome had sworne, In case he could that monstrous beast destroy, Vnto his Farie Queene backe to returne: The which he shortly did, and Vna left
Moones faire shining spheare? What if in euery other starre vnseene Of other worldes he happily should heare? He wonder would much more: yet such to some appeare. Of Faerie lond yet if he more inquire, By certaine signes here
his percing speach gan paint; Deare Lady how shall I declare thy cace, Whom late I left in langourous constraint? Would God thy selfe now present were in place, To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win thee grace.
thy selfe now present were in place, To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win thee grace. Or rather would, O would it so had chaunst, That you, most noble Sir, had present beene, When that lewd ribauld with
now present were in place, To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win thee grace. Or rather would, O would it so had chaunst, That you, most noble Sir, had present beene, When that lewd ribauld with vile lust
soft, as downe to sleepe her layd, And ended all her woe in quiet death. That seeing good Sir Guyon, could vneath From teares abstaine, for griefe his hart did grate, And from so heauie sight his head did wreath, Accusing
would grace, But with the wooddie Nymphes when she did sport, Or when the flying Libbard she did chace, She could them nimbly moue, and after fly apace. And in her hand a sharpe bore-speare she held, And at her
defaste, And furious fits at earst quite weren quaild: Oft he re'nforst, and oft his forces fayld, Yet yield he would not, nor his rancour slacke. Then him to ground he cast, and rudely hayld, And both his hands fast
oft to meet: which better to approue, He promised to bring me at that howre, When I should see, that would me nearer moue, And driue me to withdraw my blind abused loue. This gracelesse man for furtherance of his
warie, and ere it empight In the meant marke, aduaunst his shield atweene, On which it seizing, no way enter might, But backe rebounding, left the forckhead keene; Eftsoones he fled away, and might no where be seene. Pyrochles does
see, And gan to breake the bands of their captiuitee. Soone as Occasion felt her selfe vntyde, Before her sonne could well assoyled bee, She to her vse returnd, and streight defyde Both Guyon and Pyrochles: th' one ( said shee) Bycause
To kindle his quencht fire, and thousand causes wrought. It was not long, ere she inflam'd him so, That he would algates with Pyrochles fight, And his redeemer chalengd for his foe, Because he had not well mainteind his right,
. But he was wise Ne would with vaine occasions be inflamed; Yet others she more vrgent did deuise: Yet nothing could him to impatience entise. Their fell contention still increased more, And more thereby increased Furors might, That he his
byding fond, With his sad guide; himselfe she tooke a boord, But the Blacke Palmer suffred still to stond, Ne would for price, or prayers once affoord, To ferry that old man ouer the perlous foord. Guyon was loath to
To ferry that old man ouer the perlous foord. Guyon was loath to leaue his guide behind, Yet being entred, might not backe retyre; For the flit barke, obaying to her mind, Forth launched quickly, as she did desire, Ne
striue to passe ( as she could well enough) Their natiue musicke by her skilfull art: So did she all, that might his constant hart Withdraw from thought of warlike enterprize, And drowne in dissolute delights apart, Where noyse of armes, or
Atin stand, There by his maister left, when late he far'd In Phædrias flit barke ouer that perlous shard. Well could he him remember, sith of late He with Pyrochles sharp debatement made; Streight gan he him reuile, and bitter rate
did bight, And trembling Feare still to and fro did fly, And found no place, where safe he shroud him might, Lamenting Sorrow did in darknesse lye. And Shame his vgly face did hide from liuing eye. And ouer them
was open, but therein did wait A sturdy villein, striding stiffe and bold, As if that highest God defie he would; In his right hand an yron club he held, But he himselfe was all of golden mould, Yet had
thereof now greatly gan to plaine, And Archimage besought, him that afford, Which he had brought for Braggadocchio vaine. So would I ( said th' enchaunter) glad and faine Beteeme to you this sword, you to defend, Or ought that else your
I weene, As to doen outrage to a sleeping ghost: Ne was there euer noble courage seene, That in aduauntage would his puissance bost: Honour is least, where oddes appeareth most. May be, that better reason will asswage The rash reuengers
withall, That nothing seem'd mote beare so monstrous might: The one vpon his couered shield did fall, And glauncing downe would not his owner byte: But th' other did vpon his troncheon smyte, Which hewing quite a sunder, further way It
attonce compeld with courage bold, To yield wide way to his hart-thrilling brond; And though they both stood stiffe, yet could not both withstond. As saluage Bull, whom two fierce mastiues bayt, When rancour doth with rage him once engore,
disdaine, That all the forrest quakes to heare him rore: So rag'd Prince Arthur twixt his foemen twaine, That neither could his mightie puissance sustaine. But euer at Pyrochles when he smit, Who Guyons shield cast euer him before, Whereon
meete ye should; Fly fast, and saue your selues from neare decay, Here may ye not haue entraunce, though we would: We would and would againe, if that we could; But thousand enemies about vs raue, And with long siege
should; Fly fast, and saue your selues from neare decay, Here may ye not haue entraunce, though we would: We would and would againe, if that we could; But thousand enemies about vs raue, And with long siege vs in
fast, and saue your selues from neare decay, Here may ye not haue entraunce, though we would: We would and would againe, if that we could; But thousand enemies about vs raue, And with long siege vs in this castle
from neare decay, Here may ye not haue entraunce, though we would: We would and would againe, if that we could; But thousand enemies about vs raue, And with long siege vs in this castle hould: Seuen yeares this wize
made, and set in siluer sockets bright, Couer'd with lids deuiz'd of substance sly, That readily they shut and open might. O who can tell the prayses of that makers might! Ne can I tell, ne can I stay to
three in these three roomes did sundry dwell, And counselled faire Alma, how to gouerne well. The first of them could things to come foresee: The next could of things present best aduize; The third things past could keepe in
dwell, And counselled faire Alma, how to gouerne well. The first of them could things to come foresee: The next could of things present best aduize; The third things past could keepe in memoree, So that no time, nor reason
The third things past could keepe in memoree, So that no time, nor reason could arize, But that the same could one of these comprize. For thy the first did in the forepart sit, That nought mote hinder his quicke
open pray, And dayly spectacle of sad decay: Whom Romane warres, which now foure hundred yeares, And more had wasted, could no whit dismay; Till by consent of Commons and of Peares, They crownd the second Constantine with ioyous teares,
, Without full point, or other Cesure right, As if the rest some wicked hand did rend, Or th' Authour selfe could not at least attend To finish it: that so vntimely breach The Prince him selfe halfe seemeth to offend, Yet
daungerous, all cruell keene, Headed with flint, and feathers bloudie dide, Such as the Indians in their quiuers hide; Those could he well direct and streight as line, And bid them strike the marke, which he had eyde, Ne was
lost it was, to weene approch him neare. For as the winged wind his Tigre fled, That vew of eye could scarse him ouertake, Ne scarse his feet on ground were seene to tred; Through hils and dales he speedie
appeach: Flesh without bloud, a person without spright, Wounds without hurt, a bodie without might, That could doe harme, yet could not harmed bee, That could not die, yet seem'd a mortall wight, That was most strong in most infirmitee;
most infirmitee; Like did he neuer heare, like did he neuer see. A while he stood in this astonishment, Yet would he not for all his great dismay Giue ouer to effect his first intent, And th' vtmost meanes of victorie
them nigher draw vnto the shore; For she had cause to busie them withall; And therewith loudly laught: But nathemore Would they once turne, but kept on as afore: Which when she saw, she left her lockes vndight, And running
guests. But soone as they approcht with deadly threat, The Palmer ouer them his staffe vpheld, His mighty staffe, that could all charmes defeat: Eftsoones their stubborne courages were queld, And high aduaunced crests downe meekely feld, In stead of
like a little lake it seemd to bee; Whose depth exceeded not three cubits hight, That through the waues one might the bottom see, All pau'd beneath with Iaspar shining bright, That seemd the fountaine in that sea did sayle
restraine; The whiles their snowy limbes, as through a vele, So through the Christall waues appeared plaine: Then suddeinly both would themselues vnhele, And th' amarous sweet spoiles to greedy eyes reuele. As that faire Starre, the messenger of morne, His
did a vise: But th' other rather higher did arise, And her two lilly paps aloft displayd, And all, that might his melting hart entise To her delights, she vnto him bewrayd: The rest hid vnderneath, him more desirous made. With
reprochfull shame, And snatching his bright sword began to close With her on foot, and stoutly forward came; Die rather would he, then endure that same. Which when his Palmer saw, he gan to feare His toward perill and vntoward blame
meede, the fairest Dame aliue: But after the foule foster Timias did striue. The whiles faire Britomart, whose constant mind, Would not so lightly follow beauties chace, Ne reckt of Ladies Loue, did stay behind, And them awayted there a
was the antique worldes guize, Some for vntimely ease, some for delight, As pleased them to vse, that vse it might: And all was full of Damzels, and of Squires, Dauncing and reueling both day and night, And swimming deepe
to bee, And cheared well with wine and spiceree: The Redcrosse Knight was soone disarmed there, But the braue Mayd would not disarmed bee, But onely vented vp her vmbriere, And so did let her goodly visage to appere. As
as the one stird vp affections bace, So th' other did mens rash desires apall, And hold them backe, that would in errour fall; As he, that hath espide a vermeill Rose, To which sharpe thornes and breres the way
ouerflow, And aye betweene the cups, she did prepare Way to her loue, and secret darts did throw; But Britomart would not such guilfull message know. So when they slaked had the feruent heat Of appetite with meates of euery sort
prayse I write, But of all wisedome be thou precedent, O soueraigne Queene, whose prayse I would endite, Endite I would as dewtie doth excite; But ah my rimes too rude and rugged arre, When in so high an obiect
red the Towre, Wherein th' Ægyptian Phao long did lurke From all mens vew, that none might her discoure, Yet she might all men vew out of her bowre? Great Ptolomæe it for his lemans sake Ybuilded all of glasse, by Magicke
nought for me but death there doth remaine. O daughter deare ( said she) despaire no whit; For neuer sore, but might a salue obtaine: That blinded God, which hath ye blindly smit, Another arrow hath your louers hart to hit.
the feeble spright Of the sicke virgin, that her downe she layd In her warme bed to sleepe, if that she might; And the old-woman carefully displayd The clothes about her round with busie ayd; So that at last a little creeping
th' euening late old Glauce thither led Faire Britomart, and that same Armory Downe taking, her therein appareled, Well as she might, and with braue bauldrick garnished. Beside those armes there stood a mighty speare, Which Bladud made by Magick art
the virgin all arayd, Another harnesse, which did hang thereby, About her selfe she dight, that the young Mayd She might in equall armes accompany, And as her Squire attend her carefully: Tho to their ready Steeds they clombe full
was a doughtie dreaded knight, Tryde often to the scath of many deare, That none in equall armes him matchen might; The which his mother seeing, gan to feare Least his too haughtie hardines might reare Some hard mishap, in hazard
flying through this forest from her fo, A foule ill fauoured foster, I haue seene; Her selfe, well as I might, I reskewd tho, But could not stay; so fast she did foregoe, Carried away with wings of speedy feare.
And then atweene her lilly handes twaine, Into his wound the iuyce thereof did scruze, And round about, as she could well it vze, The flesh therewith she suppled and did steepe, T' abate all spasme, and soke the swelling bruze
with better salues new drest; Dayly she dressed him, and did the best His grieuous hurt to garish, that she might, That shortly she his dolour hath redrest, And his foule sore reduced to faire plight: It she reduced, but
But suffred her so carelesly disguized Be ouertaken. Soone her garments loose Vpgath'ring, in her bosome she comprized, Well as she might, and to the Goddesse rose, Whiles all her Nymphes did like a girlond her enclose. Goodly she gan faire
wanton yuie twyne entrayld athwart, And Eglantine, and Caprifole emong, Fashiond aboue within their inmost part, That nether Phœbus beams could through them throng, Nor Aeolus sharp blast could worke them any wrong. And all about grew euery sort of
, which she did forecast Might be by the witch or that her sonne compast: Her wearie Palfrey closely, as she might, Now well recouered after long repast, In his proud furnitures she freshly dight, His late miswandred wayes now to
, or worke her finall bale. Eftsoones out of her hidden caue she cald An hideous beast, of horrible aspect, That could the stoutest courage haue appald; Monstrous mishapt, and all his backe was spect With thousand spots of colours queint elect
seeing with that Chorle so faire a wight, Decked with many a costly ornament, Much merueiled thereat, as well he might, And thought that match a fowle disparagement: His bloudie speare eftsoones he boldly bent Against the silly clowne, who dead
garments gay with scales of fish, that all did fill. The silly virgin stroue him to withstand, All that she might, and him in vaine reuild: She struggled strongly both with foot and hand, To saue her honor from that
and dispiteous rage, Ne ought your burning fury mote abate; But if Sir Calidore could it presage, No liuing creature could his cruelty asswage. But sith that none of all her knights is nye, See how the heauens of voluntary
Bidding her feare no more her foeman vilde, Nor doubt himselfe; and who he was, her told. Yet all that could not from affright her hold, Ne to recomfort her at all preuayld; For her faint heart was with the
old Nymph, hight Panope to keepe it cleane. Thither he brought the sory Florimell, And entertained her the best he might And Panope her entertaind eke well, As an immortall mote a mortall wight, To winne her liking vnto his delight
for to wend: But Paridell complaynd, that his late fight With Britomart, so sore did him offend, That ryde he could not, till his hurts he did amend. So forth they far'd, but he behind them stayd, Maulgre his host,
who grudged grieuously, To house a guest, that would be needes obayd, And of his owne him left not liberty: Might wanting measure moueth surquedry. Two things he feared, but the third was death; That fierce youngmans vnruly maistery; His
fed her fancie, and entysd To take to his new loue, and leaue her old despysd. And euery where he might, and euery while He did her seruice dewtifull, and sewed At hand with humble pride, and pleasing guile, So closely
increased more, And seem'd more grieuous, then it was before: At last when sorrow he saw booted nought, Ne griefe might not his loue to him restore, He gan deuise, how her he reskew mought, Ten thousand wayes he cast
weete the treasure, which he did bewray, On which their eies and harts were wholly set, With purpose, how they might it best betray; For sith the houre, that first he did them let The same behold, therewith their keene desires
fell; The whiles the Boaster from his loftie sell Faynd to alight, something amisse to mend; But the fresh Swayne would not his leasure dwell, But went his way; whom when he passed kend, He vp remounted light, and after
Trompart sped; The old man could not fly, but fell to ground halfe ded. Yet afterwards close creeping, as he might, He in a bush did hide his fearefull hed, The iolly Satyres full of fresh delight, Came dauncing forth,
wife them loued so well, When one so oft a night did ring his matins bell. So closely as he could, he to them crept, When wearie of their sport to sleepe they fell, And to his wife, that now
face vpon the ground did groueling ly, As if he had bene slombring in the shade, That the braue Mayd would not for courtesy, Out of his quiet slomber him abrade, Nor seeme too suddeinly him to inuade: Still as
And in her bloud yet steeming fresh embayd: And those two villeins, which her steps vpstayd, When her weake feete could scarcely her sustaine, And fading vitall powers gan to fade, Her forward still with torture did constraine, And euermore
loue. Ah who can loue the worker of her smart? A thousand charmes he formerly did proue; Yet thousand charmes could not her stedfast heart remoue. Soone as that virgin knight he saw in place, His wicked bookes in hast
as she spake, And euerie looke was coy, and wondrous quaint, And euerie limbe that touched her did quake: Yet could she not but curteous countenance to her make. For well she wist, as true it was indeed, That her
hight, That now had chang'd her former wonted hew: For she could d'on so manie shapes in sight, As euer could Cameleon colours new; So could she forge all colours, saue the trew. The other no whit better was then
to buy his loue so deare, But answerd, Sir him wise I neuer held, That hauing once escaped perill neare, Would afterwards afresh the sleeping euill reare. This knight too late his manhood and his might, I did assay, that
had left behynd, Then that which he had to Sir Paridel resynd. Nathlesse he forth did march well as he might, And made good semblance to his companie, Dissembling his disease and euill plight; Till that ere long they chaunced
serue, did wooe, With humblest suit that he imagine mot, And all things did deuise, and all things dooe, That might her loue prepare, and liking win theretoo. She in regard thereof him recompenst With golden words, and goodly countenance, And
storme doth stagger here and theare. Whom so dismayd when Cambell had espide, Againe he droue at him with double might, That nought mote stay the steele, till in his side The mortall point most cruelly empight: Where fast infixed, whilest
stand on foot, now to renew the fight. But had ye then him forth aduauncing seene, Some newborne wight ye would him surely weene: So fresh he seemed and so fierce in sight; Like as a Snake, whom wearie winters
fall, but did restore His weakned powers, and dulled spirits whet, Through working of the stone therein yset. Else how could one of equall might with most, Against so many no lesse mightie met, Once thinke to match three such
wondrous wize, With gold and many a gorgeous ornament, After the Persian Monarks antique guize, Such as the maker selfe could best by art deuize. And drawne it was ( that wonder is to tell) Of two grim lyons, taken from
strife, and blessed peace to seeke, By all that vnto them was deare, did them beseeke. But when as all might nought with them preuaile, Shee smote them lightly with her powrefull wand. Then suddenly as if their hearts did
sight, That all men threw out vowes and wishes vaine. Thrise happie Ladie, and thrise happie knight, Them seemd that could so goodly riches gaine, So worthie of the perill, worthy of the paine. Then tooke the bold Sir Satyrane
oft bene tride, Hight Bruncheual the bold, who fiersly forth did ride. So furiously they both together met, That neither could the others force sustaine; As two fierce Buls, that striue the rule to get Of all the heard, meete with
was he daunted with that direfull stound, That scarse he him vpheld from falling in a sound. Yet as he might, himselfe he soft withdrew Out of the field, that none perceiu'd it plaine, Then gan the part of Chalengers anew
gaue the vertue of chast loue, And wiuehood true, to all that did it beare; But whosoeuer contrarie doth proue, Might not the same about her middle weare, But it would loose, or else a sunder teare. Whilome it was (
being brought, about her middle small They thought to gird, as best it her became; But by no meanes they could it thereto frame. For euer as they fastned it, it loos'd And fell away, as feeling secret blame. Full oft
did fret, And snatching from her hand halfe angrily The belt againe, about her bodie gan it tie. Yet nathemore would it her bodie fit; Yet nathelesse to her, as her dew right, It yeelded was by them, that iudged
it: And she her selfe adiudged to the Knight, That bore the Hebene speare, as wonne in fight. But Britomart would not thereto assent, Ne her owne Amoret forgoe so light For that strange Dame, whose beauties wonderment She lesse esteem'd,
vprose; And oft in wrath he layd him downe againe. But wheresoeuer he did himselfe dispose, He by no meanes could wished ease obtaine: So euery place seem'd painefull, and ech changing vaine. And euermore, when he to sleepe did
As fayning choler, which was turn'd to cold: But euer when his visage she beheld, Her hand fell downe, and would no longer hold The wrathfull weapon gainst his countnance bold: But when in vaine to fight she oft assayd, She
well did loue, Vnto my choise by no meanes would assent, But often did my folly fowle reproue. Yet nothing could my fixed mind remoue, But whether willed or nilled friend or foe, I me resolu'd the vtmost end to
libertie to get. Yet she him still detaines in captiue hold, Fearing least if she should him freely set, He would her shortly leaue, and former loue forget. Yet so much fauour she to him hath hight, Aboue the rest,
streame I with that Elfe did play, Finding no meanes how I might vs enlarge, But if that Dwarfe I could with me conuay, I lightly snatcht him vp, and with me bore away. Thereat he shriekt aloud, that with
did stond, Seeing her selfe all soly succourlesse, Left in the victors powre, like vassall bond; Whose will her weakenesse could no way represse, In case his burning lust should breake into excesse. But cause of feare sure had she
others backe, Eftsoones the others did the field recoure, And on their foes did worke full cruell wracke: Yet neither would their fiendlike fury slacke; But euermore their malice did augment; Till that vneath they forced were for lacke Of breath
question from aloofe, Ran fierce at me, that fire glaunst from his horses hoofe. Whom boldly I encountred ( as I could) And by good fortune shortly him vnseated. Eftsoones out sprung two more of equall mould; But I them both
passengers to stay, And entertaine with her occasions sly, Through which some lost great hope vnheedily, Which neuer they recouer might againe; And others quite excluded forth, did ly Long languishing there in vnpittied paine, And seeking often entraunce, afterwards in
with his spacious stride, And with the terrour of his countenance bold Full many did affray, that else faine enter would. His name was Daunger dreaded ouer all, Who day and night did watch and duely ward, From fearefull cowards,
Much dearer be the things, which come through hard distresse. Yet all those sights, and all that else I saw, Might not my steps withhold, but that forthright Vnto that purposd place I did me draw, Where as my loue was
all the world in state vnmoued stands, As their Almightie maker first ordained, And bound them with inuiolable bands; Else would the waters ouerflow the lands, And fire deuoure the ayre, and hell them quight, But that she holds them
was, But she in gentle wise me entertayned, And twixt her selfe and Loue did let me pas; But Hatred would my entrance haue restrayned, And with his club me threatned to haue brayned, Had not the Ladie with her
let her goe, Sometime with witching smyles: but yet for nought, That euer she to me could say or doe, Could she her wished freedome fro me wooe; But forth I led her through the Temple gate, By which I
had the Thames ( as we in records reed) Before that day her wooed to his bed; But the proud Nymph would for no worldly meed, Nor no entreatie to his loue be led; Till now at last relenting, she to
did grone, And inly wish, that in his powre it weare Her to redresse: but since he meanes found none He could no more but her great misery bemone. Thus whilst his stony heart with tender ruth Was toucht, and mighty courage
moue. Which when his mother saw, she in her mind Was troubled sore, ne wist well what to weene, Ne could by search nor any meanes out find The secret cause and nature of his teene, Whereby she might apply some
this hath wrought, And for what cause; the truth discouer plaine. For neuer wight so euill did or thought, But would some rightfull cause pretend, though rightly nought. To whom she answerd, Then it is by name Proteus, that hath ordayn'd
sunshine. Right so himselfe did Marinell vpreare, When he in place his dearest loue did spy; And though his limbs could not his bodie beare, Ne former strength returne so suddenly, Yet chearefull signes he shewed outwardly. Ne lesse was
no substance was so firme and hard, But it would pierce or cleaue, where so it came; Ne any armour could his dint out ward, But wheresoeuer it did light, it throughly shard. Now when the world with sinne gan
leaping, lent him such a knocke, That on the ground he layd him like a sencelesse blocke. But ere he could him selfe recure againe, Him in his iron paw he seized had; That when he wak't out of his
head, to tell abrode your shame. But Sangliere disdained much his doome, And sternly gan repine at his beheast; Ne would for ought obay, as did become, To beare that Ladies head before his breast. Vntill that Talus had his
the battilment, That he was forced to withdraw aside; And bad his seruant Talus to inuent Which way he enter might, without endangerment. Eftsoones his Page drew to the Castle gate, And with his iron flale at it let flie,
fild his ballaunce full of idle toys: Yet was admired much of fooles, women, and boys. He sayd that he would all the earth vptake, And all the sea, deuided each from either: So would he of the fire one
and boys. He sayd that he would all the earth vptake, And all the sea, deuided each from either: So would he of the fire one ballaunce make, And one of th' ayre, without or wind, or wether: Then would he
containe; Of all whose weight, he would not misse a fether. And looke what surplus did of each remaine, He would to his owne part restore the same againe. For why, he sayd they all vnequall were, And had encroched
streight the winged words out of his ballaunce flew. Wroth wext he then, and sayd, that words were light, Ne would within his ballaunce well abide. But he could iustly weigh the wrong or right. Well then, sayd Artegall, let
puissance strong To fill the other scale with so much wrong. But all the wrongs that he therein could lay, Might not it peise; yet did he labour long, And swat, and chauf'd, and proued euery way: Yet all the
not it peise; yet did he labour long, And swat, and chauf'd, and proued euery way: Yet all the wrongs could not a litle right downe way. Which when he saw, he greatly grew in rage, And almost would his
the wrongs could not a litle right downe way. Which when he saw, he greatly grew in rage, And almost would his balances haue broken: But Artegall him fairely gan asswage, And said; Be not vpon thy balance wroken: For
all this while Stood in the preasse close couered, well aduewed, And saw that boasters pride and gracelesse guile, He could no longer beare, but forth issewed, And vnto all himselfe there open shewed, And to the boaster said; Thou
burly moued was Throughout the hall, for that same warlike horse. For Braggadochio would not let him pas; And Guyon would him algates haue perforse, Or it approue vpon his carrion corse. Which troublous stirre when Artegall perceiued, He nigh
remaine, His horse purloyned was by subtill traine: For which he chalenged the thiefe to fight. But he for nought could him thereto constraine. For as the death he hated such despight, And rather had to lose, then trie in
Bellodant the bold, To whom she bore most feruent loue of late, And wooed him by all the waies she could: But when she saw at last, that he ne would For ought or nought be wonne vnto her will, She
, which she hath atchieued With great successe, that her hath glorifide, And made her famous, more then is belieued; Ne would I it haue ween'd, had I not late it prieued. Now sure ( said he) and by the faith that
shew'd, that with his Lord she would emparlaunce make. So he them streight conducted to his Lord, Who, as he could, them goodly well did greete, Till they had told their message word by word: Which he accepting well, as
of fire, bright as the sunny ray, Out of her steely armes were flashing seene, That all on fire ye would her surely weene. But with her shield so well her selfe she warded, From the dread daunger of his
to this captiue straunge. Which long concealing in her couert brest, She chaw'd the cud of louers carefull plight; Yet could it not so thoroughly digest, Being fast fixed in her wounded spright, But it tormented her both day and
not so thoroughly digest, Being fast fixed in her wounded spright, But it tormented her both day and night: Yet would she not thereto yeeld free accord, To serue the lowly vassall of her might, And of her seruant make
rose: But soone she did her countenance compose, And to her turning, thus began againe; This griefes deepe wound I would to thee disclose, Thereto compelled through hart-murdring paine, But dread of shame my doubtfull lips doth still restraine. Ah
thinke how this long death thou mightest disinherit. Much did he maruell at her vncouth speach, Whose hidden drift he could not well perceiue; And gan to doubt, least she him sought t' appeach Of treason, or some guilefull traine did
And gan to doubt, least she him sought t' appeach Of treason, or some guilefull traine did weaue, Through which she might his wretched life bereaue. Both which to barre, he with this answere met her; Faire Damzell, that with ruth (
I rest fixed fast. But what so stonie mind ( she then replyde) But if in his owne powre occasion lay, Would to his hope a windowe open wyde, And to his fortunes helpe make readie way? Vnworthy sure ( quoth he)
life did lie in her least eye-lids fall; Of which she vow'd with many a cursed threat, That she therefore would him ere long forstall. Nathlesse when calmed was her furious heat, She chang'd that threatfull mood, and mildly gan
earnest suit she earst for him had made Vnto her Queene, his freedome to haue gayned; But by no meanes could her thereto perswade: But that in stead thereof, she sternely bade His miserie to be augmented more, And many yron
for his loue forbore: So praying him t' accept her seruice euermore. And more then that, she promist that she would, In case she might finde fauour in his eye, Deuize how to enlarge him out of hould. The Fayrie
from her possest; Yet loth she was, since she no ill did heare, To thinke of him so ill: yet could she not forbeare. One while she blam'd her selfe; another whyle She him condemn'd, as trustlesse and vntrew: And then
as she long had sought for ease In euery place, and euery place thought best, Yet found no place, that could her liking please, She to a window came, that opened West, Towards which coast her loue his way addrest.
desirous rather to rest mute, Then termes to entertaine of common guize, Yet rather then she kindnesse would despize, She would her selfe displease, so him requite. Then gan the other further to deuize Of things abrode, as next to hand
Osyris signifies the Sunne. For that they both like race in equall iustice runne. The Championesse them greeting, as she could, Was thence by them into the Temple led; Whose goodly building when she did behould, Borne vppon stately pillours,
she the rest had bound. Which when the other heard, she sternly frownd For high disdaine of such indignity, And would no lenger treat, but bad them sound. For her no other termes should euer tie, Then what prescribed were
each one of sence bereft, Fled fast into the towne, and her sole victor left. But yet so fast they could not home retrate, But that swift Talus did the formost win; And pressing through the preace vnto the gate,
looke? where be Those mighty palmes, the which ye wont t' embrew In bloud of Kings, and great hoastes to subdew? Could ought on earth so wondrous change haue wrought, As to haue robde you of that manly hew? Could so
to subdew? Could ought on earth so wondrous change haue wrought, As to haue robde you of that manly hew? Could so great courage stouped haue to ought? Then farewell fleshly force; I see thy pride is nought. Thenceforth she
euery way to make some breach, Yet could the Prince not nigh vnto him goe, That one sure stroke he might vnto him reach, Whereby his strengthes assay he might him teach. At last from his victorious shield he drew The
sight thereof their sense dismay, That backe againe vpon themselues they turned, And with their ryder ranne perforce away: Ne could the Souldan them from flying stay, With raynes, or wonted rule, as well he knew. Nought feared they, what
her Ladies right, And so would haue departed on their way. But she them woo'd by all the meanes she might, And earnestly besought, to wend that day With her, to see her Ladie thence not farre away. By whose entreatie
away incontinent, Being returned to his former hew: But Talus soone him ouertooke, and backward drew. But when as he would to a snake againe Haue turn'd himselfe, he with his yron flayle Gan driue at him, with so huge might
. They passing by, were guyded by degree Vnto the presence of that gratious Queene: Who sate on high, that she might all men see, And might of all men royally be seene, Vpon a throne of gold full bright and
likewise layde, Whose long rest rusted the bright steely brand; Yet when as foes enforst, or friends sought ayde, She could it sternely draw, that all the world dismayde. And round about, before her feet there sate A beuie of faire
shadowes vaine inspyred,) And with them practiz'd, how for to depryue Mercilla of her crowne, by her aspyred, That she might it vnto her selfe deryue, And tryumph in their blood, whom she to death did dryue. But through high
who had seene In their first flowre, before this fatall teene Them ouertooke, and their faire blossomes blasted, More happie mother would her surely weene, Then famous Niobe, before she tasted Latonaes childrens wrath, that all her issue wasted. But this fell
powre oppressed euery one, And vanquished all ventrous knights in fight; To whom he wont shew all the shame he might, After that them in battell he had wonne. To which when now they gan approch in sight, The Ladie
might and maine, That seem'd their soules they wold haue ryuen quight Out of their breasts, with furious despight. Yet could the Seneschals no entrance find Into the Princes shield, where it empight; So pure the mettall was, and well refynd
leaue in deadly swound, And thence vnto the castle marched right, To see if entrance there as yet obtaine he might. But as he nigher drew, three knights he spyde, All arm'd to point, issuing forth a pace, Which towards
from her natiue land Exiled her, that all the world spake shame. He boldly aunswerd him, he there did stand That would his doings iustifie with his owne hand. With that so furiously at him he flew, As if he would
double hands thrise multiplyde, Besides the double strength, which in them was: For stil when fit occasion did betyde, He could his weapon shift from side to syde, From hand to hand, and with such nimblesse sly Could wield about, that
in twaine. But th' Adamantine shield, which he did beare, So well was tempred, that for all his maine, It would no passage yeeld vnto his purpose vaine. Yet was the stroke so forcibly applide, That made him stagger with
full wroth, he fiercely gan assay, That curt'sie with like kindnesse to repay; And smote at him with so importune might, That two more of his armes did fall away, Like fruitlesse braunches, which the hatchets slight Hath pruned from the
care: The which good Fortune to him offred faire. For as he in his rage him ouerstrooke, He ere he could his weapon backe repaire, His side all bare and naked ouertooke, And with his mortal steel quite throgh the
. Strongly he stroue out of her greedy gripe To loose his shield, and long while did contend: But when he could not quite it, with one stripe Her Lions clawes he from her feete away did wipe. With that aloude she
and blacke, In which a puddle of contagion was, More loathd then Lerna, or then Stygian lake, That any man would nigh awhaped make. Whom when he saw on ground, he was full glad, And streight went forth his gladnesse
to repell, Great hostes of men in order martiall, Which them forbad to land, and footing did forstall. But nathemore would they from land refraine, But when as nigh vnto the shore they drew, That foot of man might sound
For he had giuen streight commaundement, That none should dare him once to entertaine: Which none durst breake, though many would right faine For fayre Irena, whom they loued deare. But yet old Sergis did so well him paine, That from
intended, Kept on his course, as he did it direct, And with such monstrous poise adowne descended, That seemed nought could him from death protect: But he it well did ward with wise respect, And twixt him and the blow
thereunto, That he therewith the knight drew all about: Nathlesse, for all that euer he could doe, His axe he could not from his shield vndoe. Which Artegall perceiuing, strooke no more, But loosing soone his shield, did it forgoe,
a monsters monsterous dyeat. And if she hapt of any good to heare, That had to any happily betid, Then would she inly fret, and grieue, and teare Her flesh for felnesse, which she inward hid: But if she heard of
blot the same with blame, or wrest in wicked sort. And if that any ill she heard of any, She would it eeke, and make much worse by telling, And take great ioy to publish it to many, That euery
She long time hath deare lou'd a doughty Knight, And sought to win his loue by all the meanes she might. His name is Crudor, who through high disdaine And proud despight of his selfe pleasing mynd, Refused hath to yeeld
for raunsome fro me free. With that he fiercely at him flew, and layd On hideous strokes with most importune might, That oft he made him stagger as vnstayd, And oft recuile to shunne his sharpe despight. But Calidore, that
was well skild in fight, Him long forbore, and still his spirite spar'd, Lying in waite, how him he damadge might. But when he felt him shrinke, and come to ward, He greater grew, and gan to driue at him
a ring of gould, A priuy token, which betweene them past, Bad him to flie with all the speed he could, To Crudor, and desire him that he would Vouchsafe to reskue her against a Knight, Who through strong powre had
discourteous Dame with scornfull pryde, And fowle entreaty him indignifyde, That yron heart it hardly could sustaine: Yet he, that could his wrath full wisely guyde, Did well endure her womanish disdaine, And did him selfe from fraile impatience refraine.
at him amaine. They bene ymett in middest of the plaine, With so fell fury, and dispiteous forse, That neither could the others stroke sustaine, But rudely rowld to ground both man and horse, Neither of other taking pitty nor
taking pitty nor remorse. But Calidore vprose againe full light, Whiles yet his foe lay fast in sencelesse sound, Yet would he not him hurt, although he might: For shame he weend a sleeping wight to wound. But when Briana
againe full light, Whiles yet his foe lay fast in sencelesse sound, Yet would he not him hurt, although he might: For shame he weend a sleeping wight to wound. But when Briana saw that drery stound, There where she
a noble Lord, Which dwelt thereby, who sought her to affy To a great pere; but she did disaccord, Ne could her liking to his loue apply, But lou'd this fresh young Knight, who dwelt her ny, The lusty Aladine,
and there vndrest, Did sleepe all night through weary trauell of his quest. But faire Priscilla ( so that Lady hight) Would to no bed, nor take no kindely sleepe, But by her wounded loue did watch all night, And all
And proue thy manhood on the billowes vayne. With which rude speach his Lady much displeased, Did him reproue, yet could him not restrayne, And would on her owne Palfrey him haue eased, For pitty of his Dame, whom she
the billowes vayne. With which rude speach his Lady much displeased, Did him reproue, yet could him not restrayne, And would on her owne Palfrey him haue eased, For pitty of his Dame, whom she saw so diseased. Sir Calepine
needeth most, And that this Lady, both whose sides are pearst With wounds, is ready to forgo the ghost: Ne would I gladly combate with mine host, That should to me such curtesie afford, Vnlesse that I were thereunto enforst.
the groome returning, brought To Calepine, his heart did inly flame With wrathfull fury for so foule a shame, That he could not thereof auenged bee: But most for pitty of his dearest Dame, Whom now in deadly daunger he did
no remedy He saw, the present mischiefe to redresse, But th' vtmost end perforce for to aby, Which that nights fortune would for him addresse. So downe he tooke his Lady in distresse, And layd her vnderneath a bush to sleepe,
his euill plight, Against his foe that did him so pursew: From whom he meant to free him, if he might, And him auenge of that so villenous despight. Yet armes or weapon had he none to fight, Ne knew
did he wrest and wring it to and fro, And euery way did try, but all in vaine: For he would not his greedie grype forgoe, But hayld and puld with all his might and maine, That from his steed
beasts durst come, there was this wights abode. Thether he brought these vnacquainted guests; To whom faire semblance, as he could, he shewed By signes, by lookes, and all his other gests. But the bare ground, with hoarie mosse bestrowed, Must
, that made him grone And gaspe for breath, that he nigh choked was, Being vnable to digest that bone; Ne could it vpward come, nor downward passe, Ne could he brooke the coldnesse of the stony masse. Whom when as
syde, To weet which way were best to entertaine, To bring him to the place, where he would faine, He could no path nor tract of foot descry, Ne by inquirie learne, nor ghesse by ayme. For nought but woods
to ride vpon, Or house to hide his head from heauens spight, Albe that Dame by all the meanes she might, Him oft desired home with her to wend, And offred him, his courtesie to requite, Both horse and armes,
saw so sore distrest, He reared her vp from the bloudie ground, And sought by all the meanes, that he could best Her to recure out of that stony swound, And staunch the bleeding of her dreary wound. Yet nould she
seeke some comfort in that sorie case. His steede now strong through rest so long a space, Well as she could, she got, and did bedight, And being thereon mounted, forth did pace, Withouten guide, her to conduct aright, Or
graue beseeming grace: For well it seem'd, that whilome he had beene Some goodly person, and of gentle race, That could his good to all, and well did weene, How each to entertaine with curt'sie well beseene. And soothly it
, Or deare aby, for why his Lord of old Did hate all errant Knights, which there did haunt, Ne lodging would to any of them graunt, And therefore lightly bad him packe away, Not sparing him with bitter words to
foe he still so eger saw, Vnto his heeles himselfe he did betake, Hoping vnto some refuge to withdraw: Ne would the Prince him euer foot forsake, Where so he went, but after him did make. He fled from roome
lately sought his Lord for to displease: Tho all in rage, he on him streight did seaze, As if he would in peeces him haue rent; And were not, that the Prince did him appeaze, He had not left one
in hast he arm'd, and did him fast pursew. Well did he tract his steps, as he did ryde, Yet would not neare approch in daungers eye, But kept aloofe for dread to be descryde, Vntill fit time and place
breed. The fearefull swayne beholding death so nie, Cryde out aloud for mercie him to saue; In lieu whereof he would to him descrie, Great treason to him meant, his life to reaue. The Prince soone hearkned, and his life
would haue backe retyred from that sight, That was to him on earth the deadliest despight. But that same knight would not once let him start, But plainely gan to him declare the case Of all his mischiefe, and late lucklesse
That such proud looks would make her praysed more; And that the more she did all loue despize, The more would wretched louers her adore. What cared she, who sighed for her sore, Or who did wayle or watch the
might, That with the onely twinckle of her eye, She could or saue, or spill, whom she would hight. What could the Gods doe more, but doe it more aright? But loe the Gods, that mortall follies vew, Did worthily
yeares before, Through her dispiteous pride, whilest loue lackt place, She had destroyed two and twenty more. Aie me, how could her loue make half amends therefore? And now she was vppon the weary way, When as the gentle Squire,
all the way he went, on euery syde He gaz'd about, and stared horriblie, As if he with his lookes would all men terrifie. He wore no armour, ne for none did care, As no whit dreading any liuing wight;
handling when that Squire beheld, And saw those villaines her so vildely vse, His gentle heart with indignation sweld, And could no lenger beare so great abuse, As such a Lady so to beate and bruse; But to him stepping,
on such broken geare, But fell to ground, like to a lumpe of durt, Whence he assayd to rise, but could not for his hurt. Eftsoones the Prince to him full nimbly stept, And least he should recouer foote againe,
for me deepe groand and sight, And to the dore of death for sorrow drew, Complayning out on me, that would not on them rew. But let them loue that list, or liue or die; Me list not die for
laughs the more I mourn. The infant hearkned wisely to her tale, And wondred much at Cupids iudg'ment wise, That could so meekly make proud hearts auale, And wreake him selfe on them, that him despise. Then suffred he Disdaine
paramoure: Who on the other side did seeme so farre From malicing, or grudging his good houre, That all he could, he graced him with her, Ne euer shewed signe of rancour or of iarre. And oft, when Coridon vnto
to donne All dewfull seruice voide of thoughts impure: Ne any paines ne perill did he shonne, By which he might her to his loue allure, And liking in her yet vntamed heart procure. And euermore the shepheard Coridon, What
mixed threats among, and much vnto her vowed. But all that euer he could doe or say, Her constant mynd could not a whit remoue, Nor draw vnto the lure of his lewd lay, To graunt him fauour, or afford
them for their most commodity Be sold, and mongst them shared equally. This their request the Captaine much appalled; Yet could he not their iust demaund deny, And willed streight the slaues should forth be called, And sold for most
the anguish of his paine. He sought the woods; but no man could see there: He sought the plaines; but could no tydings heare. The woods did nought but ecchoes vaine rebound; The playnes all waste and emptie did appeare:
day, and was not dead before, Before I saw faire Pastorella dye. Die? out alas! then Calidore did cry: How could the death dare euer her to quell? But read thou shepheard, read what destiny, Or other dyrefull hap from
lament: But when the lot to Pastorell did fall, Their Captaine long withstood, and did her death forstall. But what could he gainst all them doe alone? It could not boot; needs mote she die at last: I onely scapt
inuade Now all vnwares, and take the spoyle away; But he, that in his mind had closely made A further purpose, would not so them slay, But gently waking them, gaue them the time of day. Tho sitting downe by them
Tho sitting downe by them vpon the greene, Of sundrie things he purpose gan to faine; That he by them might certaine tydings weene Of Pastorell, were she aliue or slaine. Mongst which the theeues them questioned againe, What mister men
formost, that came first to hand, So long till all the entry was with bodies mand. Tho when no more could nigh to him approch, He breath'd his sword, and rested him till day: Which when he spyde vpon the
left, that victorie to him enuide. Then backe returning to his dearest deare, He her gan to recomfort, all he might, With gladfull speaches, and with louely cheare, And forth her bringing to the ioyous light, Whereof she long had
, that them in dongeon deepe Without compassion cruelly he threw; Yet did so streightly them a sunder keepe, That neither could to company of th' other creepe. Nathlesse Sir Bellamour, whether through grace Or secret guifts so with his keepers wrought,
but drew a litle space Behind the bushes, where she her did hyde, To weet what mortall hand, or heauens grace Would for the wretched infants helpe prouyde, For which it loudly cald, and pittifully cryde. At length a Shepheard, which
thus resolv'd; that whil'st the Gods( After returne of Hermes Embassie) Were troubled, and amongst themselues at ods, Before they could new counsels re-allie, To set vpon them in that extasie; And take what fortune time and place would lend:
hand he tooke. But, when he looked on her louely face, In which, faire beames of beauty did appeare, That could the greatest wrath soone turne to grace( Such sway doth beauty euen in Heauen beare) He staide his hand:
purvaid, Queene-apples, and red Cherries from the tree, With which he her allured and betraid, To tell what time he might her Lady see When she her selfe did bathe, that he might secret bee. There-to hee promist, if shee would
eye, And made his hart to tickle in his brest, That for great ioy of some-what he did spy, He could him not containe in silent rest; But breaking forth in laughter, loud profest His foolish thought. A foolish Faune indeed
laughter, loud profest His foolish thought. A foolish Faune indeed, That couldst not hold thy selfe so hidden blest, But wouldest needs thine owne conceit areed. Babblers vnworthy been of so diuine a meed. The Goddesse, all abashed with that
giue. Some would haue gelt him, but that same would spill The Wood-gods breed, which must for euer liue: Others would through the riuer him haue driue, And ducked deepe: but that seem'd penaunce light; But most agreed and did
in Deares skin to clad; and in that plight, To hunt him with their hounds, him selfe saue how hee might. But Cynthia's selfe, more angry then the rest, Thought not enough, to punish him in sport, And of her
came all other creatures, What-euer life or motion doe retaine, According to their sundry kinds of features; That Arlo scarsly could them all containe; So full they filled euery hill and Plaine: And had not Natures Sergeant ( that is Order)