Pyrrhochles does with Guyon fight,
And Furors chayne
vntyesuntyes,
vnbindsunbinds
vnbinds:unbinds:
Who him ſore wounds, whiles Atin toWho him sore wounds, whiles Atin
to
Of whom ſore hurt, for his reuengeOf whom sore hurt, for his reuengeOf whom ſore hurt, for his revengeOf whom sore hurt, for
his revenge
Cymochles for ayd flyes.Gymochles for ayd
flyes.Attin Gymochles finds.Attin Cymochles finds.
[1]
VVWHho euerever doth to temperaunce apply
His stedfast life, and all his actions frame,
Trust me, shal find no greater enimy,
1590.bk2.II.v.1.4. Then: ThanThenThan
, to the same;
To which right wel the wise doe giuegive that name,
For it the goodly peace of staied mindes
Does ouerthrowoverthrow, and troublous warre proclame:
His owne woes author, who so bound it findes,
As did PyrrhochlesPirrhocles, and it wilfully vnbindesunbindes.
[2]
After that varlets flight, it was not long,
Ere on the plaine fast pricking Guyon spide
One in bright armes embatteiled full strong,
That as the Sunny beames
doe glaunce and glide
VponUpon the trembling wauewave, so shined bright,
And round about him threw forth sparkling fire,
That seemd him to enflame on eueryevery side:
His steed was bloody red, and fomed yre,
When with the maistring spur he did him roughly
stire.
[3]
Approching nigh, he neuernever staid to greete,
Ne words, prowd corage to prouokeprovoke,
But so fiers, that vnderneathunderneath his feete
The smouldring dust did
rownd about him ,
Both horse and man nigh able for to choke;
And fayrly couching his steeleheaded speare,
Him first saluted with a stroke:
It booted nought Sir Guyon comming neare
To thincke, such hideous puissaunce on foot to
beare.
[4]
lightly shunned it, and passing by,
With his bright blade did smite at him so fell,
That the sharpe steele arriuingarriving forcibly
On his broad shield, bitt not, but glauncing fellglaun cingfell
On his horse necke before the quilted sell,
And from the head the body sundred quight.
So him dismounted low, he did compell
On foot with him to matchen equall fight;
The truncked beast fast bleeding, did him fowly dight.
[5]
Sore bruzed with the fall, he slow vproseuprose,
And all enraged, thus him loudly shent;
Disleall knight, whose coward corage chose
To wreake it selfe on beast all innnocent,
And shund the marke, at which it should be ment,
Therby thine armes seem strong, but manhood frayl:
But litle may such guile thee now auaylavayl,
If wonted force and fortune doe me not muchdo not much medoe not much me fayl.
[6]
With that he drew his flaming sword, and
strooke
At him so fiercely, that the vpperupper marge
Of his seuenfoldedsevenfolded shield away it tooke,
And glauncing on his helmet, made a
large
And open gash therein: were not his targe,
That broke the violence of his intent,
The weary sowle from thence it would discharge,
Nathelesse so sore a buff to him it lent,
That made him reele, and to his brest his beuerbever bent.
[7]
Exceeding wroth was Guyon at that blow,
And much ashamd, that stroke of liuingliving arme
Should him dismay, and make him stoup so low,
Though otherwise it did him litle harme:
Tho hurling high his yron braced arme,
He smote so manly on his shoulder plate,
That all his left side it did quite ;
Yet there the steele stayd not, but inly bate
Deepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red
floodgate.
[8]
Deadly dismayd, with horror of that dint
Pyrrhochles was, and grieuedgrieved eke entyre;
Yet nathemore did it his fury stint,
But ,
That welnigh molt his hart
in raging yre;
Ne thenceforth his approuedapproved skill, to ward,
Or strike, or hurtle rownd in ,
Remembred he, ne car’d for his saufgard,
But rudely rag’d, and like a cruel tygre
far’d.
[9]
He hewd, and lasht, and foynd, and thondred
blowes,
And eueryevery way did seeke into his life,
Ne plate, ne male could ward so mighty throwes,
But yeilded passage to his cruell knife.
But Guyon, in the
heat of all his strife,
Was wary wise, and closely did awayt
AuauntageAvauntage, whilest his foe did rage most rife;
Sometimes a
thwartathwart, sometimes he strook him strayt,
And falsed oft his blowes, t’illude him with such bayt.
[10]
as a Lyon, whose imperiall powre
A prowd rebellious VnicorneUnicorne defyes,
T’auoideavoide the rash assault and wrathfull stowre
Of his fiers foe, ,
And when him ronning in full course he spyes,
He slips aside; the whiles that furious beast
His , sought
of his enimye
Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast,
But to the mighty victor yields a bounteous
feast.
[11]
With such faire sleight him Guyon often ,
Till at the last all breathlesse, weary, faint
Him spying, with fresh onsett he assayld,
And kindling new his corage seeming queint,
Strooke him so hugely, that through greatgrear constraint
He made him stoup perforce vntounto his knee,
And doe vnwillingunwilling worship to the Saint,
That on his shield depainted he did see;
Such homage till that instant neuernever learned hee.
[12]
Whom Guyon seeing stoup, poursewed fast
The present faire victory,
And soone his dreadfull blade about he cast,
Wherewith he smote his haughty crest so hye,
That streight on grownd made him full low to lye;
Then on his brest his victor foote he thrust,
With that he cryde, Mercy, doe me not dye,
That hath ( her spight) thus low me laid in
dust.
[13]
Eftsoones his cruel hand Sir Guyon stayd,
Tempring the passion with ,
And maistring might on enimy
dismayd:
For of warre he well did
know.
Then to him said, LiueLive and alleagaunce owe,
To him, that giuesgives thee life and liberty,
And henceforth by this daies ensample trow,
That hasty wroth, and heedlesse hazardry
Doe breede repentaunce late, and lasting
infamy.
[14]
So vpup he let him rise, who with grim looke
And count’naunce sterne vpstandingupstanding, gan to grind
His grated teeth for great
disdeigne, and shooke
His lockes, long hanging downe behind,
Knotted in blood and dust, for griefe of mind,
That he in ods of armes was conquered;
Yet in himselfe some comfort he did find,
That him so noble knight had maystered,
[15]
Guyon marking said, Be nought agrieu’dagriev’d,
Sir knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre:
Was neuernever man, who most conquestes atchieu’datchiev’d
But sometimes had the worse, and lost by warre,
Losse is no shame, nor to bee lesse 1590.bk2.II.v.15.6. then: thanthenthan foe,
But to bee lesser, 1590.bk2.II.v.15.7. then: thanthenthan himselfe, doth marre
Both loosers lott, and victours prayse alsoe.
[16]
That in thy selfe thy doe mouemove,
Outrageous anger, and woe working iarrejarre,
Direfull impatience, and ;
Those, those thy foes, those warriours far remoueremove,
Which thee to endlesse bale captiuedcaptived lead.
But sith in might thou
didst my mercy proueprove,
Of courtesie to mee the cause aread,
That thee against me drew with so impetuous
dread.
[17]
(said he) that shall I soone declare:
It was complaind, that
thou hadst done great tort
VntoUnto an aged woman, poore and bare,
And thralled her in chaines with strong ,
Voide of all succour and needfull comfort:
That ill beseemes thee, such as I thee see,
To worke such shame. Therefore I thee exhort,
To chaunge thy will, and set
OccaſionOccasion
occaſionoccasion
OccaſionOccasion
free,
And to her captiuecaptive sonne yield his first libertee.
[18]
Thereat Sir Guyon smylde, And is that all
(Said he) that thee so sore displeased hath?
Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall,
Whose freedom shall thee turne to greatest scath.
Nath’lesse now quench thy whott emboylingembayling wrath:
Loe there they bee; to thee I yield them free.
Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the path
Did lightly leape, where he them bound did see,
And gan to breake the bands of their captiuiteecaptivitee.
[19]
Soone as Occasion felt her selfe vntydeuntyde,
Before her sonne could well assoyled bee,
She to her vseuse returnd, and streight
defyde
Both Guyon and
Pyrrhochles: th’one (said
ſ⁀heshe
hee)
Bycause he wonne; the other because hee
Was wonne: So matter did she make of nought,
To stirre vpup strife, and dodoe them disagree:
But soone as Furor was enlargd, she
sought
To kindle his quencht fyre, &and
thousãdthousand causes wrought.
[20]
It was not long, ere she inflam’d him so,
That he would algates with Pyrrhochles fight,
Because he had not well mainteind his right,
But yielded had to that same straunger knight:
Now gan Pyrrhochles wex as wood, as
hee,
And him affronted with
impatient might:
So both together fiers engrasped bee,
Whyles Guyon
stãdingstanding by, their vncouthuncouth strife does see.
[21]
Him all that while Occasion did prouokeprovoke
Against Pyrrhochles, and new matter fram’d
VponUpon the old, him stirring to bee wroke
Of his late wronges, in which she oft him blam’d
For suffering such abuse, as knighthood sham’d,
And him dishabled quyte.
But he was wise,
Yet others she more vrgenturgent did deuisedevise:
Yet nothing could him to impatience .
[22]
Their fell contention still increased
more,
And more thereby increased Furors
might,
That he his foe has hurt, and wounded sore,
And him in blood and durt
deformed quight.
His mother eke, more to augment his spight,
Now brought to him a
flaming fyer brond,
Which she in lake, ay burning bright
Had kindled: that she gauegave into his hond,
That armd with
fire, more hardly he mote him withstond.
withstõdwithstond
withstõd.withstond.
[23]
Tho gan that villein wex so fiers and
strong,
That nothing might sustaine his furious forse;
He cast him downe to ground, and all along
Drew him through durt and myre without remorse,
And fowly battered his comely corse,
That
Guyon much disdeignd so loathly sight.
At last he was compeld to cry perforse,
Help, O Sir Guyon, helpe most noble knight,
To ridd a from handes of hellish
wight.
[24]
The knight was greatly mouedmoved at his playnt,
And gan him dight to
succour his distresse,
Till that the Palmer, by his grauegrave restraynt,
Him stayd from yielding pitifull redresse;
And said, Deare sonne, thy causelesse ruth represse,
Ne let thy stout hart melt in pitty vayne:
He that his sorow sought through wilfulnesse,
And his foe fettred would release agayne,
DeseruesDeserves to taste his follies fruit, repented payne.
[25]
Guyon obayd; So him away he
drew
From needlesse trouble of renewing fight
Already fought, his voyage to poursew.
But rash Pyrrhochles varlett,
Atin hight,
When late he saw his Lord in heauieheavie plight,
VnderUnder Sir Guyons puissaunt
stroke to fall,
Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight,
Fledd fast away, to tell his funerall
VntoUnto his brother, whom Cymochles men did call.
[26]
He was a man of rare redoubted might,
Famous throughout the world for warlike prayse,
And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight:
Full many doughtie knightes he in his dayes
Had doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes,
Whose carkases, ,
Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes,
And hong their conquerd
armes for more defame
On gallow trees, in
honour of his dearest .
[27]
dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse,
The vyle
Acrasia, that with vaine delightes,
And ydle pleasures in herhis
Bowre of Blisse,
Does charme her louerslovers, and the feeble sprightes
Can call out of the bodies of fraile wightes:
Whom then she does transforme
traſformetrasforme
to mõstrousmonstrous
hewes,
And horribly misshapes with vglyugly sightes,
Captiu’dCaptiv’d eternally in yron mewes,
And darksom dens, where Titan his face neuernever shewes.
[28]
There Atin fownd
Cymochles
soiourningsojourning,
To serueserve his Lemans louelove: for he by kynd,
Was giuengiven all to lust and loose liuingliving,
When euerever his fiers handes he free mote fynd:
And now he has pourd
out his ydle mynd
In daintie delices, and lauishlavish
ioyesjoyes,
And flowes in pleasures, and vaine pleasing toyes,
Mingled emongst loose Ladies and lasciuiouslascivious boyes.
[29]
And ouerover him, art stryuingstryving to compayre,
With nature, did an Arber greene
dispred,
Framed of , flouring fayre,
Through which the did spred
His pricklingpricking armes, entrayld
with roses red,
Which daintie odours round about them threw,
And all within with flowres was garnished,
That when myld
emongst them blew,
Did breath out bounteous smels, &and painted colors
ſ⁀hew.shew.
ſ⁀hewshew
[30]
And fast beside, there trickled softly
downe
A gentle streame, whose murmuring wauewave did play
Emongst the pumy stones,
and made a sowne,
To lull him soft a sleepe, that by it lay;
The wearie TraueilerTraveiler, wandring that way,
Therein did often quench his thristy heat,
And then by it his wearie limbes display,
Whiles creeping slomber made him to forget
His former payne, and wypt away his toilsom
sweat.
[31]
And on the other syde a pleasaunt grouegrove
Was shott vpup high, full of the stately tree,
That dedicated is t’Olympick IoueJove,
And to his sonne Alcides, whenas
hee
In
gaynedIn Netmus gaynedGayned in Nemea
Gain’d in Nemea
goodly victoree;
Therein the mery birdes of eueryevery sorte
Chaunted alowd their chearefull harmonee:
And made emongst them seluesselves a sweete consort,
That quickned the dull spright with musicall
comfort.
[32]
There he him found all carelesly ,
In secrete shadow from the sunny ray,
On a sweet bed of lillies softly laid,
Amidst a flock of Damzelles fresh and gay,
That rownd about him dissolute did play
Their wanton , and light meriment;
EueryEvery of which did loosely disaray
Her vpperupper partes of meet habiliments,
[33]
eueryevery of them strouestrove, with most delights,
Him to aggrate, and
greatest pleasures shew;
Some framd faire lookes, glancing like eueningevening
lights,lights
Others sweet wordes, ;
Some , and
did soft embrew
The through his melting lips:
One boastes her beautie, and does yield to vew
Her dainty limbes aboueabove her tender hips;
Another her out boastes, and strips.
[34]
He, like an Adder, lurking in the weedes,
His wandring thought in deepe desire does steepe,
And his frayle eye with spoyle of beauty feedes;
Sometimes he falsely faines himselfe to sleepe,
Whiles through their lids his do peepe,
To steale a snatch of
amorous ,
Whereby close fire into his heart does creepe:
So, he them deceiuesdeceives, deceiuddeceivd in his deceipt,
Made dronke with drugs of deare voluptuous
.
[35]
Attin
Atin
Attin
arriuingarriving there, when him he spyde,
Thus in still waueswaves of deepe delight to wade,
Fiercely approching, to him lowdly cryde,
Cymochles; oh no, but
Cymochles shade,
In which that manly person late did fade,
What is become of great
sonne?
Or where hath he hong vpup his mortall blade,
That hath so many haughty conquests wonne?
Is all his force forlorne, and all his glory
donne?
[36]
Then pricking him with his sharp-pointed ,
That here in Ladies lap entombed art,
VnmindfullUnmindfull of thy praise and prowest
might,
And weetlesse eke of
lately wrought despight,
Whiles sad Pyrrhochles lies on ,
And groneth out his vtmostutmost grudging spright,
Through many a stroke, &and many a streaming wound,
Calling thy help in vaine, that here in ioyesjoyes art dround.
[37]
Suddeinly out of his delightfull dreame
The man
awoke, and would hauehave questiond more;
But he would not endure that wofull theame
For to dilate at large, but vrgedurged sore
With percing wordes, and pittifull implore,
Him hasty to arise. As one affright
With hellish feends, or
mad vproreuprore,
He then vproseuprose, inflamd with fell despight,
And called for his armes; for he would algates
fight.
[38]
They bene ybrought; he quickly does him
dight,
And lightly mounted, passeth on his way,
Ne Ladies louesloves, ne sweete entreaties might
Appease his heat, or hastie passage stay,
For he has vowd, to beene auengdavengd that day,
(That day it selfe him seemed all too
long:)long):
On him, that did Pyrrhochles
deare dismay:
So proudly pricketh on his
courser strong,
And Attin ay him pricks with spurs of shame &and wrong.