Guyon by Archimage abusd,
Thethe Redcrosse knightkniggtknight awaytes,
Fyndes slaine
With pleasures poisoned baytes.
[1]
THatThat conning
of cancred guyle,
Whom left in
, him selfe escaped .
[2]
And forth he fares full of malicious mynd,
To worken mischiefe and auengingavenging woe,
Where euerever he that godly knight may fynd,
His onely hart sore, and his onely
foe,
Sith VnaUna now he algates must
forgoe,
Whom his victorious handes did earst restore
To natiuenative
natiuesnatives
crowne and kingdom late ygoe:
Where she enioyesenjoyes sure peace for euermoreevermore,
.
[3]
Him therefore now the obiectobject of his spight
And deadly he makes:
him to offend
By forged treason, or by open
fight
He seekes, of all his drifte the aymed
end:
Thereto his subtile engins
he does bend,bend
His practick witt, and his
,
With thousand other sleightes: for well he kend,
His credit now in doubtfull
ballaunce hong;
For hardly could bee hurt, who was already
stong.
[4]
Still as he went, he craftie stales did
lay.
With cunning traynes him to
entrap vnwaresunwares,
And priuyprivy spyals plast in all his
way,
To weete what course he takes, and how he
fares;
To ketch him at a vauntage
in his snares.
But now ſo wiſeso wise and wary was the
knight
By tryall of his former harmes and cares,
By tryall of his former harmes and cares,
But now ſo wiſeso wise and wary was the
knight
That he descryde, and shonned still his slight:
The fish that once was caught, new bait wil
hardly
byte.
[5]
Nath’lesse th’Enchaunter would not spare his
payne,
In hope to
his will;
Which when he long awaited had in vayne,
VponUpon the way him fortuned to meet,
Fayre marching vnderneathunderneath a shady hill,
[6]
His carriage was full comely and vprightupright,
His and temperate,
But yett so sterne and terrible in sight,
That cheard his friendes, and did his foes
amate:
He was of
noble state,
And mickle worship in his natiuenative land,
Well could he tourney and in lists
debate,
And knighthood tooke of good s
hand,
When with king Oberon he came to Fary land.
[7]
Him als accompanyd vponupon the way
A
, ,
Of rypest yeares, and heares all hoarie
gray,
That with a staffe his feeble steps did ,
Least his long way his aged limbes should tire:
And if by lookes one may the mind aread,
He seemd to be a sage and sober syre,
[8]
,
Eftsoones vntwistinguntwisting his deceiptfull clew,
He gan to weaueweave a web of wicked guyle,
And with and
flattring style,
To them approching, thus the knight bespake:
Fayre sonne of Mars,, that seeke with
warlike spoyle,spoyle.
And great atchievements
atchieu’mentsatchiev’ments great your selfe to make,
Vouchsafe to stay your steed for .
[9]
He stayd his steed for humble misers sake,
And badd tell on the tenor of his playnt;
Who feigning then in eueryevery limb to quake,
Through inward feare, and seeming pale and
faynt
With piteous mone his percing speach gan paynt;
Deare Lady how shall I declare thy cace,
Whom late I left in languorous
constraynt?
Would God thy selfe now present were in place,
To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win
thee grace.
[10]
Or rather would, O would it so had
chaunst,
That you, most noble Sir, had present
beene,
[11]
How may it be,
ſaydsayd
ſdydsdyd
ſaidsaid
then the knight halfe wroth,
That should
knighthood euerever so hauehave shent?
None but that saw (qd.quoth he) would weene for troth,
How shamefully that Mayd he did torment.
Her looser golden lockes he rudely rent,
And her on the ground, and his sharpe sword,
Against her snowy brest hebe fiercely bent,
And threatned death with many a bloodie word;
ToungeTongueTongueToung hates to tell the rest, that eye to see abhord.
[12]
He liueslives, (quoth he) and boasteth of the ,
Ne yet hath any knight his courage crackt.
Where may that treachour
then (sayd he) be found,
[13]
He stayd not lenger talke, but with fierce
yre
And zealous haste away is quickly gone,
To seeke that knight, where him
With garments rent, and heare discheueleddischeveled,
Wringing her handes, and making piteous mone;
Her swollen eyes were much disfigured,
And her faire face with teares was fowly .
[14]
The knight approching nigh, thus to her
said,
Fayre Lady, through fowle sorrow ill bedight,
Great pitty is to see you thus dismayd,
And marre the blossom of your beauty bright:
For thy appease your
griefe and heauyheavy plight,
And tell the cause of your conceiuedconceived payne:
For if he liuelive, that hath you doen despight,
He shall you
recompence agayne,
Or els his wrong with greater puissance
maintaine.
[15]
Which when she heard, as in despightfull
wise,
She wilfully her sorrow did augment,
And offred hope of comfort did despise:
Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent,
And scratcht her face with ghastly ,
Ne would she speake, ne see, ne yet be seene,
But hid her visage, and her head downe bent,
Either for grieuousgrievous shame, or for great
teene,
As if her hart with sorow had transfixed
beene.
[16]
Till her that Squyre bespake, Madame my liefelife,
For Gods deare louelove be not so wilfull bent,
But doe vouchsafe now to receiuereceive reliefe,
The which good fortune doth to you present.
For what bootes it to weepe and to wayment,
When ill is chaunst, but doth the ill increase,
And the weake minde with double woe torment?
When she her Squyre heard speake, she gan appease
Her voluntarie paine, and feele some secret ease.
[17]
Eftsoone she said, Ah gentle trustie
Squyre,
What comfort can I wofull wretch conceaueconceave,
Or why should euerever I henceforth desyre,
To see faire heauensheavens face, and life not leaueleave,
Sith that false Traytour did my honour reauereave?
False traytour certes (saide the Faerie
knight)
I the man, that euerever would deceauedeceave
A , or her wrong through
might:
Death were too little paine for such a fowle
despight.
[18]
But now, fayre Lady, comfort to you make,
And read, who hath ye
wrought this shamfull plight.
That
reuengerevenge the man may ouertakeovertake,
Whereso he be, and soone vponupon him light.
Certes (saide she) I wote not, how he hight,
But vnderunder him a gray steede he diddid he wield,
Whose sides with dapled circles weren dight;
VprightUpright he rode, and in his siluersilver shield
He bore a bloodie Crosse, that .
[19]
Now (saide ) much I muse,
How that same knight should do so fowle ,
Or euerever gentle Damzell so abuse:
For may I boldly say, he surely is
A right good knight, and trew of word ywis:
, and can it
witnesse well,
When armes he swore, and streight did enterpris
,
In which he hath great glory wonne, as I heare
tell.
[20]
Nathlesse he shortly shall againe be
tryde,
And fairely quit him of
th’imputed blame,
Els be ye sure he dearely shall abyde,
Or make you good amendment for the same:
Now therefore Lady, rise out of your
paine,
And see the saluingsalving of your blottedblotting name.
Full loth she seemd thereto, but yet did faine,
For she was inly glad her purpose so to
gaine.
[21]
Her purpose was not such, as she did
faine,
Ne yet her person such, as it was seene,
But vnderunder simple shew and semblant plaine
Lurkt false Duessa secretly vnseeneunseene,
As a chaste Virgin, that
had wronged
beene:
So had false Archimago her disguysd,
To cloke her guile with sorrow and sad teene;
And eke himselfe had craftily deuisddevisd
To be her Squire, and do her seruiceservice
.
[22]
Her nathelesse
Th’enchaunter finding fit for his intents,
Did thus , and deckt with dew habiliments.
[23]
For all he did, was to deceiuedeceive good knights,
And draw them from pursuit of praise and fame,
To slug in slouth and sensuall delights,
And end their daies with shame.
And now exceeding griefe him ouercameovercame,
To see the Redcrosse thus aduauncedadvaunced hye;
Therefore this craftie engine he did frame,
Against his praise to stirre vpup enmitye
[24]
So an vncouthuncouth way
Through woods &and mountaines, till they came at last
Into a pleasant dale, that lowly
lay
Betwixt two hils, whose high heads ouerplastoverplast,
The valley did with coole shade ouercastovercast;
Through midst thereof a little riuerriver rold,
By which there sate a knight with helme vnlasteunlaste,
Himselfe refreshing with the liquid cold,
After his trauelltravell long, and labours manifold.
[25]
Lo yonder he, cryde Archimage alowd,
That wrought the shamefull , which I did shew,
And now he doth himselfe
for his ;
But vaine: for ye shall dearely do him rew,
So God ye speed, and send you good successe;
Which we far off will here abide to vew.
So they him left, inflam’d with wrathfulnesse,
[27]
For mine offence and heedelesse hardiment,
That had almost committed crime abhord,
And with reprochfull ,
Whiles cursed steele against that badge I bent,
The sacred badge of my Redeemers death,
Which on your shield is set for ornament:
But his fierce foe his steed could stay vneathuneath,
Who prickt with courage kene, did cruell
battell breath.breath
[28]
But when he heard him speake, streight way he
knew
His errour, and himselfe inclyning sayd,
Ah deare Sir Guyon, well becommeth you,
But me behouethbehoveth rather to vpbraydupbrayd,
Whose hastie hand so far from reason strayd,
That almost it did haynous violence
On that fayre ymage of ,
That decks and armes your shield with faire defence:
[29]
So beene they both , and doen vpreareupreare
Their beuersbevers bright, each other for to greet;
Goodly each to other beare,
And entertaine themseluesthemselves with court’sies meet;
Then saide the Redcrosse knight, Now mote I weet,
Sir Guyon, why
with so fierce ,
And fell intent ye did at earst me meet;
For sith I know your goodly ,
Great cause, I weene, , or some vncouthuncouth
chaunce.
[30]
(said he) well mote I shame to tell
The fond encheason, that
me hether led.
A false infamous
faitour late befell
Me for to meet, that seemed ill
bested,
And playnd of grieuousgrievous outrage, which he
A knight had wrought against a Ladie gent;
Which to auengeavenge, he to this place me ,
Where you he made the marke of his intent,
And now is fled, foule shame him follow, wher
he
went.
[31]
So can he turne his ,
Through goodly handling and wise temperaunce.
in presence came,
Who soone as onone that knight his eye did glaunce,
Eft soonesEftsoones of him had ,
Sith him in Faery court he late auizdavizd;
And sayd, fayre sonne, God giuegive you happy
chaunce,
And that deare Crosse vpponuppon your shield deuizddevizd,
Wherewith aboueabove all knights ye goodly seeme .
[32]
:
And to the wished hauenhaven bring thy weary barke.
[33]
Palmer, him answered the Redcrosse
knight,knightKnight
His be the praise, that this atchieuementatchievementatchieu’mentatchiev’ment wrought,
Who made my hand the organ of his might;
But you, faire Sir, whose
,
Well mote yee thee, as well can wish your
thought,
That home ye may report thriſethrise
theſethese
happy newes;
For well ye worthy bene for worth and gentle
thewes.
[34]
So courteous conge both did giuegive and take,
Then Guyon
forward gan his voyage make,
With his blacke Palmer, that him guided still.
Still he him guided ouerover dale and hill,
And with his
steedysteadie
staffe
did point his way:
[35]
In this faire wize they traueildtraveild long yfere,
Through many hard assayes, which did betide,
Of which he honour still away did beare,
And spred his glory through all countryes wide.
[36]
Yet can they not warne death
from wretched wight.
And take away this long lent loathed light:
Sharpe be thy wounds, but sweete the medicines be,
That long captiuedcaptived soules from weary thraldome free.
[37]
But thou, sweete Babe, whom frowning fate
Hath made sad witnesse of thy fathers fall,
Sith heuenheven
thee deignes to hold in liuingliving state,
Long maist thou liuelive, and better thriuethrive withall,
1590.bk2.II.i.37.5. Then: ThanThenThan to thy lucklesse parents did befall:
LiueLive thou, and to thy mother dead attest,
That cleare she dide from blemish criminall;
Thy litle hands in bleeding brest
Loe I for
leaueleave. So giuegive me leaueleave to rest.
[38]
With that a deadly shrieke she forth did
throw,
That through the wood reechoed againe,
And after gauegave a grone so deepe and low,
That seemd her tender heart was rent in twaine,
Or thrild with point of
thorough piercing paine;
As gentle Hynd, whose
sides with cruellcruel! steele
Through laũchedlaunched, forth does
raine,
Whiles the sad pang
approching shee does feele,
Braies out her latest breath, and vpup her eies doth
seele.
[39]
Which when that warriour heard, dismounting
straict
From his tall steed, he rusht into ,
And soone arriuedarrived, where that sad pourtraict
Of death and dolourlabour lay, ,
In whose white alabaster brest did stick
A cruell knife, that made a griesly wownd,
From which forth gusht a stream of
,
That all her goodly garments staind arownd,
And into a deepe sanguine dide the grassy
grownd.
[40]
Pitifull of deadly smart,
Beside a bubling fountaine low she lay,
Which shee increased with her bleeding ,
And the cleane waueswaves with purple goregold did ;
[41]
Besides them both, vponupon the soiled gras
The dead corse of an armed knight was spred,
Whose armour all was;
His ruddy lips did smyle, and rosy red
Did paint his chearefull cheekes, ,
Now in his freshest flowre of lusty hed,
But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of
his age.
[42]
when the good Sir GuyonGuyou did behold,
His hart gan wexe as starke, as marblestone,
And his
freſ⁀hfresh
ſreſ⁀hsresh
blood did frieze with fearefull cold,
That all his sences seemd berefte attone:
At last his mighty ghost gan deepe to grone,
[43]
of her gored wound the cruell steel
: then gansoftlygan softly feel
Her feeble pulse, to proueprove if any drop
Of liuingliving blood yet ;
VVhichWhich when he felt to mouemove, he hoped faire
To call backe life to her forsaken shop;
So well he did her deadly wounds repaire,
That at the last shee gan to breath out liuingliving aire.
[44]
VVhichWhich he perceiuingperceiving greatly gan reioicerejoice,
Ay me, deare Lady, which the ymage art
Of ruefull pitty, and ,
VVhatWhat direfull chaunce, armd with auengingavengingreuengingrevenging fate,
Or cursed hand hath plaid this cruell part,
[45]
Therewith her dim eie-lids she vpup gan reare,
On which the drery death did sitt, as sad
As lump of lead, and made darke clouds appeare;
As one out of a deadly dreame affright,
She weakely started, yet :
Streight downe againe her selfe in great despight,
She grouelinggroveling threw to groũdground, as hating life and light.
[46]
The gentle knight her soone with carefull
paine
VpliftedUplifted light, and softly did vpholduphold:
And to her said; Yet if the stony cold
HaueHave not all seized on your frozen hart,
Let one word fall that may your griefe vnfoldunfold,
And tell the secrete of your mortall smart;
[47]
LeaueLeave, ah leaueleave
1590.bk2.II.i.47.6. of: offofoff, what euerever wight thou bee,
To lett a weary wretch
from her dew rest,
And trouble dying soules tranquilitee.
Take not away now got, which none would giuegive to me.
[48]
Ah far be it (said he) Deare dame fro mee,
To hinder soule from her desired rest,
Or hold sad life in long captiuiteecaptivitee:
For all I seeke, is but to hauehave
The bitter pangs, that doth your heart .
Tell then O Lady tell, what fatall priefe
Hath with so huge misfortune you
oppreſt:opprest:
oppreſt?opprest?
That I may cast to compas
your reliefe,
Or , and partake your griefe.griefe,
[49]
With feeble hands then stretched forth on
hye,
In these sad wordes she spent her vtmostutmost breath:
Heare then, O man, the sorrowes that vneathuneath
My tong can tell, so far all they pas:
[50]
Was, (ay the while, that he is not so now)
So long as heuenshevens
iustjust with brow,
Vouchsafed to behold vsus from aboue.above.aboue,above,
[51]
Him fortuned (hard fortune ye may ghesse)
Within a wandring Island, that doth ronne
And stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is,
Fayre Sir, if euerever there ye trauelltravell, shonne
The cursed land where many wend amis,
And know it by the name; it hight the Bowre of blis.
[52]
Her blis is all in pleasure and delight,
Wherewith she makes her louerslovers
,
And then with of wondrous might,
On them she workes her will to vsesuses bad:
My
liefeſtliefest
lifeſtlifest
Lord she thus beguiled had
Whom when I heard to beene so ill bestad
Weake wretch I wrapt my selfe in Palmers weed,
And cast to seek him forth through danger &and great dreed.dreed
[53]
Whenas my wombe her burdein would forbeare,
Hard helpe at need. So deare thee babe I bought,
Yet nought 1590.bk2.II.i.53.9. to: toototoo dear I
deemd, while so my deare I
ſought.sought.
ſoughtsought
[54]
Him so I sought, and so at last I
fownd
Where him that witch had thralled to her will,
In chaines of lust and lewde desyres ybownd
And so transformed from his former skill,
Purged from drugs of fowle intemperaunce:
Then meanes I gan deuisedevise for his deliuerancedeliverance.
[55]
Which when the vile Enchaunteresse perceiu’dperceiv’d,
How that my Lord from her I would repriuereprive,
So parted we and on our iourneyjourney
driuedrive,
Till comming to this well,
he stoupt to drincke:
The charme fulfild, .
[56]
But breaking 1590.bk2.II.i.56.2. of: offofoff, the end for want of breath,
And slyding soft, as downe to sleepe her layd,
And ended all her woe in quiet death.
That seeing good Sir Guyon, could vneathuneath
From teares abstayne, for griefe his hart did grate,
And from so heauieheavie sight his head did wreath,
Accusing fortune, and too cruell fate,
Which plonged had faire Lady in so wretched
state.
[57]
Then turning to his Palmer said, Old
syre
And feeble nature cloth’d with fleshly tyre:tyretyre,tire,
When raging passion with fierce tyranny
Robs reason of her dew regalitie,
And makes it seruauntservaunt to
basest part:part,
[58]
But temperaunce with golden
Betwixt them both can measure out a meane,
Nether to melt in pleasures whott desyre,
.
Thrise happy man, who fares them both atweene.
But sith this wretched woman ouercomeovercome
Of anguish, rather 1590.bk2.II.i.58.7. then: thanthenthan of crime hath bene,
ReserueReserve her cause to her eternall doome,
And
vouchsafe her honorable toombe.
[59]
Palmer, qd.quoth he, death is an
To good and bad, ;
But after death the tryall is to come,
When best shall bee to them, that liuedlived best:
But both alike, when death hath both supprest,
[60]
They lay therein those corses tenderly,
And bid them sleepe in euerlastingeverlasting peace.
But ere they did their vtmostutmost obsequy,
Sir Guyon more
affection to increace,
Bynempt a sacred vow, which none should ay releace.
[61]
The dead knights sword out of his sheath he
drew,
Which medling with their blood &and earth, he threw
Into the grauegrave, and gan deuoutlydevoutly sweare;
If I or thou dew vengeance doe forbeare,
Till her
guerdon doe obtayne:
So shedding many teares, they closd the earth
agayne.