Is throwne on the Rich strond:
Faire Florimell of
Long followed, but not .
is the Antique glory now
That whylome wont in wemen to appeare?
Where be the brauebrave
atchieuementsatchievements doen by some?
Where be the batteilles, where the shield &and speare,
And all the conquests, which
them high did reare,
That matter made for famous Poets verse,
And boastfull men so oft abasht to heare?
Beene they all dead, and laide in dolefull herse?
Or doen they onely sleepe, and shall againe reuersereverse?
If they be dead, then woe is me
But if they sleepe, O let them soone awake:
For all too long I burne with sore,
these, and all that els had puissaunce,
Cannot with noble Britomart compare,
for glorie of great valiaunce,
As for pure chastitie and vertue rare,
That all her goodly deedes do well declare.
Well worthie , frõfrom which the branches sprong,
That in late yeares so faire a blossome bare,
As thee, O Queene, the matter of my song,
Whose lignage from this Lady I deriuederive
Who when through speaches with the Redcrosse knight,
She learned had th’estate of Arthegall,
And in each point her selfe informd aright,
Then he forth on his iourneyjourney did proceede,
To seeke aduenturesadventures, which mote him befall,
through his warlike deed,
Which alwaies of his paines he made the
Britomart kept on her
Ne euerever dofte her armes, but all the way
Grew pensiuepensive through that amarous
By which the Redcrosse knight did earst display
Her louerslovers shape, and cheualrouschevalrous aray;
A thousand thoughts she fashiond in her mind,
And in her feigning fancie did pourtray
Him such, as fittest ſ⁀heshehe for louelove could find,
Wise, warlike, personable, courteous, and
So forth she rode without repose or rest,
Searching all lands and each remotest part,
Till that to thetot he seacoast at length she her addrest.
There she alighted from her light-foot
And sitting downe vponupon the rocky shore,
Badd her old Squyre vnlaceunlace her ;
Tho hauinghaving vewd a while the surges hore,
That gainst the craggy clifts did loudly rore,
And in their raging surquedry
That the fast earth affronted them so sore,
Thereat she sighed deepe, and after thus
Wherein my feeble barke
is tossed long,
Far from the hoped hauenhaven of reliefe,
WhyWho doe thy cruel billowes beat so strong,
Threatning to swallow vpup my fearefull lyfe?
O doe thy cruell wrath and spightfull wrong
At length allay, and stint thy stormy stryfe,
Which in raignes, &and rageth ryfe.
For els my feeble vessell crazd, and crackt
Through thy strong buffets and outrageous blowes,
Cannot endure, but needes it must be wrackt
Thou God of windes, that raignest in the seas,
That raignest also in the ,
At last blow vpup some gentle gale of ease,
The which may bring my ship, ere it be rent,
VntoUnto the gladsome port of her intent:
Then when I shall my selfe in safety see,
A table for eternall
Of thy great grace, and my great ieopardeejeopardee,
I avow to
Then sighing softly sore, and inly
She shut vpup all her plaint in priuyprivy griefe;
For her great courage would not let her weepe,
Till that old Glauce gan with sharpe ,
Her to restraine, and giuegive her good reliefe,
Through hope of those, which Merlin had her told
Should of her name and nation be chiefe,
And fetch their being from the
womb, to be in heauenheaven enrold.
Thus as she her recomforted, she spyde,
Where far away one all in armour bright,
With hasty gallop towards her did ryde;
Her dolour soone she
ceast, and on her dight
Her Helmet, to her Courser mounting light:
So the fayre Britomart
Her clowdy care into a wrathfull stowre,
The mist of griefe dissolu’ddissolv’d, did intointo vengeance powre.
Misnumbered as 13 in 1609.
Eftsoones her goodly shield addressing
That mortall speare she in her hand did take,
And vntounto battaill did her selfe prepayrepɹepayreprepaireprepare.
The knight approching, sternely her bespake;
Sir knight, that doest thy voyage rashly make
By this forbidden way ,
Ne doest by others death ensample take,
I read thee soone
retyre, whiles thou hast might,
Least afterwards it be too late to take thy
Ythrild with of
his proud threat,
To passe; but maugre
thee will passe or dy.
Ne lenger stayd for th’other to reply,
But with sharpe ſpearesspearesſpearespeare the rest made dearly knowne.
Strongly the straunge knight ran, and sturdily
But she againe him in the shield did smite
With so fierce furie and great puissaunce,
That through his threesquare
scuchin percing quite,
And through his mayled hauberque, by mischaunce
The wicked steele through his did glaunce;
Him so transfixed she before her bore
Beyond his croupe, the
length of all her launce,
Till sadly soucing on
the sandy shore,
He tombled on an heape, and wallowd in his gore.
as the sacred Oxe, that
With gilden hornes, and flowry girlonds crownd,
Proud of his dying honor and bandes,
Whiles th’altars fume with frankincense arownd,
All suddeinly with mortall stroke astownd,
Doth grouelinggroveling fall, and with his streaming gore
the pillours, and the holy grownd,
And the faire flowres, that decked him afore;
So fell proud
vponupon the .
The martiall Mayd stayd not him to
But forward rode, and kept her ready way
Along the strond, which as she ouerover-went,
She saw bestrowed all with rich aray
Of pearles and pretious stones of great assay,
And all the grauellgravell mixt with golden owre;
Whereat she wondred much, but would not stay
For gold, or perles, or pretious stones an howre,
But them despised .
Whiles thus he lay in deadly ,
Tydings hereof came to his mothers eare;
For neuernever man he suffred by that same
to trauelltravell, whereas he did wonne,
But that he must do battail with the
An hundred knights of honorable name
He had subdew’d, and them his vassals made,
That through all Farie lond his noble fame
Now blazed was, and feare did all inuadeinvade,
That none durst passen through that perilous .
Shortly vponupon that shore there heaped was,
Exceeding riches and all pretious things,
The spoyle of all the world, that it did pas
The wealth of th’East, and pompe of Persian kings;
Gold, amber, yuorieyvorie, perles, , rings,
And all that els was pretious and deare,
The sea vntounto him voluntary brings,
That shortly he a great Lord did appeare,
As was in all the lond of Faery, or else
Thereto he was a doughty dreaded knight,
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 of his life:
For thy she oft him counseld to forbeare
The bloody batteill, and to stirre vpup strife,
But after all his warre, to rest his wearie
for his more assuraunce, she inquir’d
One day of Proteus by his mighty spell,
was with prophecy inspir’d)
Her deare sonnes destiny to her to tell,
And the sad end of her sweet Marinell.
Who through foresight of his eternall skill,
thy she gauegave him warning eueryevery day,
The louelove of women not to entertaine;
A lesson too too hard for liuingliving clay,
From louelove in course of nature to refraine:
Yet he his mothers lore did well retaine,
And euerever from fayre Ladies louelove did fly;
Yet many Ladies fayre did oft complaine,
That they for louelove of him would algates
, for him, he was louesloves enimy.
But ah, who can deceiuedeceive his destiny,
Or by warning to auoydavoyd his fate?
That when he sleepes in
And safest seemes, him soonest doth ,
And findeth dew effect or soone or late.
So feeble is the powre of fleſhyfleshyfleſhlyfleshly arme.
His mother bad him wemens louelove to hate,
For she of womans force did feare no harme;
Too trew the famous Marinell it fownd,
Who through late triall, on that wealthy Strond
Inglorious now lies in sencelesse swownd,
Through heauyheavy stroke of Britomartis hond.
And forth together went, with sorow fraught.
The waueswaves obedient to theyr beheast,
Them yielded ready passage, and their rage
Neptune stoode amazed at their sight,
Whiles on his broad rownd backe they softly slid
And eke him selfe mournd at their mournfull plight,
Yet wist not what their wailing ment, yet did
For great compassion of their sorow, bid
His mighty waters to them buxome bee:
Eftesoones the roaring billowes still abid,
And all the griesly
MonﬅesMonstesMonﬅersMonsters of the See
Stood gaping at their gate, and wondred them to see.
To the long raynestraines, at her commaundement:
As swifte as swallowes, on the waueswaves they went,
That their brode flaggy finnes no fome did reare,
Ne they behinde them sent;
The rest of other fishes drawen weare,
Soone as they bene arriu’darriv’d
vponupon the brim
Of the Rich strond, their charets they
And let their temed fishes softly swim
Along the margent of the fomy shore,
And comming to the place, where all in gore
And cruddy blood
enwallowed they fownd
Could scarce recoueredrecovered bee out of her paine;
Had she not beene deuoidedevoide of mortall slime,
Shee should not then hauehave bene againe;
But soone as life recoueredrecovered had the raine,
Shee made so piteous mone and
That the hard rocks could scarse from tears refraine,
, (she sayd) that is,
The wretched sonne of wretched mother borne,
Is this thine high aduauncementadvauncement, O is this
Th’immortall name, with which thee yet vnborneunborne
Thy Gransire Nereus promist to
And they more fond, that credit to thee giuegive,
Not this the worke of womans hand ywis,
That so deepe wound through these deare members driuedrive.
I feared louelove: but they that louelove doe liuelive,
But they that dye, doe nether louelove nor hate.
Nath’lesse to thee thy folly I forgiueforgive,
And to myselfe, and to accursed fate
The guilt I doe ascribe: wisedom bought too late.
what auailesavailes it of immortall seed
To beene ybredd and neuernever borne to dye?
Farre better I it deeme to die with speed,
38.4. Then: ThanThenThan waste in woe and waylfull miserye.
Who dyes the vtmostutmost dolor doth abye,
But who that liueslives, is lefte to waile his losse:
So life is losse, and death felicity.
But if the heauensheavens did his dayes enuieenvie,
And my short blis maligne, yet mote they well
Thus much afford me, ere that he did die
Sith other offices for mother meet
Yett maulgre them
farewell, my sweetest sweet;
Farewell my sweetest sonne,
Thus when they all had ,
They softly gan to search his griesly wownd:
And that they might him handle more at will,
They him disarmd, and spredding on the grownd
Their watchet mantles
frindgd with siluersilver rownd,
They softly wipt away the gelly blood
From th’orifice; which hauinghaving well vpbowndupbownd,
Did feele his pulse, shee knew theretheir
Some litle life his feeble sprites emong;
Which to his mother told, despeyre she frõfrom her flong.
Tho vpup him taking in their tender hands,
They easely vntounto her charett beare:
Her teme at her commaundement quiet stands,
Whiles they the corse
into her wagon reare,
And strowe with flowres the lamentable :
Then all the rest into their coches clim,
And through the brackish waueswaves their passage shear;
VponUpon great Neptunes necke they softly swim,
And to her watry chamber swiftly carry
Deepe in the bottome of the sea, her
Like to thicke clouds, that threat a stormy showre,
And vauted all within,
like to the Skye,
In which the Gods doe dwell eternally:
There they him laide in easy couch well dight;
And sent in haste for , to apply
SaluesSalves to his wounds, and medicines of might:
For Tryphon of
sea gods the souerainesoveraine leach is hight.
The whiles the Nymphes sitt all about him rownd,
Lamenting his mishap and heauyheavy plight;
And ofte his mother vewing his wide wownd,
Cursed the hand, that did so deadly smight
Her dearest sonne, her dearest harts delight.
But none of all those curses ouertookeovertooke
The warlike Maide, th’ensample of that might,
But fairely well shee thryudthryvd, and well did brooke
Through thick and thin, through mountains &and through playns,
Those two gret chãpionschampions did attonce pursew
The fearefull damzell, with incessant payns:
Where, doubtfull which to take, her to reskew,
ThemseluesThemselves they did dispart, each to assay,
Whether more happy were, to win
so goodly .
But , the Princes gentle Squyre,
That Ladies louelove
vntounto his Lord forlent,
And with proud enuyenvy, and indignant yre,
After that wicked foster fiercely went.
So beene they three three sondry wayes .
But fayrest fortune to the Prince befell,
Whose chaunce it was, that soone he did repent,
To take that way, in which that Damozell
Was fledd afore, affraid of him, as feend of
At last of her far offof he gained vew:
Then gan he freshly pricke his ,
And euerever as he nigher to her drew,
So euermoreevermore he did increase his speed,
And of each turning still kept wary heed:
But nothing might relent her hasty flight;
no lesse hast, and eke with no lesse dreed,
That fearefull Ladie fledd from him, that ment
To her no euillevill thought, nor euillevill deed;
And though oft looking backward, well she vewde,
Her selfe freed from that foster ,
And that it was a knight, which now her sewde,
Yet she no lesse the knight feard, 50.9. then: thanthenthan that villein rude.
That fast she from him fledd, no lesse afrayd,
51.4. Then: ThanThenThan of wilde beastes if she had chased beene:
Yet he her followd still with ,
So long that now the
Was mounted high in top of heauenheaven
And warnd his other
To light their blessed lamps in
IouesJoves eternall hous.
All suddeinly dim wox the dampish ayre,
And griesly shadowes coueredcovered
That now with thousand starres was decked fayre;
Which when the Prince beheld, a lothfull sight,
And that perforce, for want of lenger light,
He mote surceasse his suit, and lose the hope
Of his long labour, he gan fowly wyte
His wicked fortune, that had turnd aslope,
And cursed night, that reft from him so
Tho when her wayes he could no more
But to and fro strayd;
His wearisome pursuit perforce he stayd,
And from his loftie steed dismounting low,
But gentle Sleepe enuydeenvyde him any rest;
In stead thereof sad sorow, and disdaine
Of his hard hap did vexe his noble brest,
Oft did he wish, that Lady faire mote bee
His faery Queene, for whom he did complaine:
And euerever hasty Night he blamed bitterliebitterly.
Which wast begot in heauenheaven, but for thy bad
And brutish shape thrust downe to hell below,
Where by the grim floud
doest lead in horrour hideous.
That doest all thinges deface, ne lettest see
The beautie of his worke? Indeed in sleepe
But well I wote, that to an heauyheavy hart
Thou art the roote and nourse of bitter cares,
Breeder of new, renewer of old smarts:
In stead of rest thou lendest teares,
In stead of sleepe thou sendest troublous feares,
So from the wearie spirit thou doest driuedrive
Desired rest, and men of happinesse depriuedeprive.
VnderUnder thy mantle black there hidden lye,
Light-shonning thefte, and traiterous intent,
Abhorred bloodshed, and vile felony,
Shamefull deceipt, and daunger imminent;
Fowle horror, and eke hellish :
All these I wote in thy protection bee,
The prayses of high God he faire displayes,
And his large bountie rightly doth areed.
The be the blessed seed,
Which darknesse shall subdue, and heauenheaven win:
he her first did breed,
Most sacred virgin, without spot of sinne.
Our life is day, but death with darknesse
O when will day then turne to me againe,
And bring with him his long expected light?light,
hast to reare thy ioyousjoyous
Speed thee to spred abroad thy beames bright,bright?
And chace away this too long lingring night,
Chace her away, from whence she came, to hell.
She, she it is, that hath me done despight:
There let her with the damned spirits dwell,
And yield her rowmero wme to day, that can it gouernegoverne well.
Thus did the Prince that wearie night
In restlesse anguish and vnquietunquiet paine:
And earely, ere the morrow did vpreareupreare
His deawy head out of the Ocean
He vpup arose, as halfe in great ,
With heauyheavy looke and lumpish pace, that plaine
In him bewraid great
grudge and maltalent: