Cant. IIII. Bold Marinell of Britomart, Is throwne on the Rich strond: Faire Florimell of Arthure Arthur is Long followed, but not fond. [1] W H h ere is the Antique glory now become, That whylome wont in wemen to appeare? Where be the braue brave atchieuements atchievements 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 reuerse reverse ? [2] If they be dead, then woe is me therefore: But if they sleepe, O let them soone awake: For all too long I burne with enuy envy sore, To heare the warlike feates, which Homere spake Of bold Pentheſilee Penthesilee Pantheſilee Panthesilee , which made a lake Of Greekish blood so ofte in Troian Trojan plaine; But when I reade, how stout Debora strake Proud Sisera, and how Camill’ hath slaine The huge Orsilochus, I swell with great disdaine. [3] Yet these, and all that els had puissaunce, Cannot with noble Britomart compare, Aswell for glorie of great valiaunce, As for pure chastitie and vertue rare, 445 the Faerie Queene. Cant. IIII. There That all her goodly deedes do well declare. Well worthie stock, frõ from 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 deriue derive along. [4] Who when through speaches with the Redcrosse knight, She learned had th’estate of Arthegall, And in each point her selfe informd aright, A frendly league of loue love perpetuall She with him bound, and Congé tooke withall. Then he forth on his iourney journey did proceede, To seeke aduentures adventures , which mote him befall, And win him worship through his warlike deed, Which alwaies of his paines he made the chiefest meed. meed [5] But Britomart kept on her former course, Ne euer ever dofte her armes, but all the way Grew pensiue pensive through that amarous discourse, By which the Redcrosse knight did earst display Her louers lovers shape, and cheualrous chevalrous aray; A thousand thoughts she fashiond in her mind, And in her feigning fancie did pourtray Him such, as fittest ſ⁀he she he for loue love could find, Wise, warlike, personable, courteous, and kind. [6] With such selfe-pleasing thoughts her wound she fedd, And thought so to beguile her grieuous grievous smart; But so her smart was much more grieuous grievous bredd, And the deepe wound more deep engord her hart, That nought but death her dolour mote depart. So forth she rode without repose or rest, Searching all lands and each remotest part, Following the guydaunce of her blinded guest, Till that to the tot he seacoast at length she her addrest. 446 The thirdBooke of Cant. III. Vnto Unto [7] There she alighted from her light-foot beast, And sitting downe vpon upon the rocky shore, Badd her old Squyre vnlace unlace her lofty creast; Tho hauing having vewd a while the surges hore, That gainst the craggy clifts did loudly rore, And in their raging surquedry disdaynd, That the fast earth affronted them so sore, And their deuouring devouring deuoring devoring couetize covetize restraynd, Thereat she sighed deepe, and after thus complaynd. [8] Huge sea of sorrow, and tempestuous griefe, Wherein my feeble barke is tossed long, Far from the hoped hauen haven of reliefe, Why Who doe thy cruel billowes beat so strong, And thy moyst mountaines each on others throng, Threatning to swallow vp up my fearefull lyfe? O doe thy cruell wrath and spightfull wrong At length allay, and stint thy stormy stryfe, Which in thy theſe these troubled bowels raignes, & and rageth ryfe. [9] For els my feeble vessell crazd, and crackt Through thy strong buffets and outrageous blowes, Cannot endure, but needes it must be wrackt On the rough rocks, or on the sandy shallowes, The whiles that loue love it steres, and fortune rowes; Loue Love my lewd Pilott hath a restlesse minde And fortune Boteswaine no assuraunce knowes, But saile withouten starres, gainst tyde and winde: How can they other doe, sith both are bold and blinde? [10] Thou God of windes, that raignest in the seas, That raignest also in the Continent, At last blow vp up some gentle gale of ease, The which may bring my ship, ere it be rent, 447 the Faery Queene. Cant. IIII. Eftsoones Ff Vnto Unto the gladsome port of her intent: Then when I shall my selfe in safety see, A table for eternall moniment Of thy great grace, and my great ieopardee jeopardee , Great Neptune, I avow to hallow vnto unto thee. [11] Then sighing softly sore, and inly deepe, She shut vp up all her plaint in priuy privy griefe; For her great courage would not let her weepe, Till that old Glauce gan with sharpe repriefe, Her to restraine, and giue give 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 sacred mould Of her immortall womb, to be in heauen heaven enrold. [12] 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: Her former sorrow into suddein wrath, Both coosen passions of distroubled spright, Conuerting Converting , forth she beates the dusty path; Loue Love and despight attonce her courage kindled hath. [13] As when a foggy mist hath ouercast overcast The face of heuen heven , and the cleare ayre engroste, The world in darkenes dwels, till that at last The watry Southwinde from the seabord coste Vpblowing Upblowing , doth disperse the vapour lo’ste, And poures it selfe forth in a stormy showre; So the fayre Britomart hauing having disclo’ste Her clowdy care into a wrathfull stowre, The mist of griefe dissolu’d dissolv’d , did into into vengeance powre. 448 The second Booke of Cant. IIII. All [14] Eftsoones her goodly shield addressing fayre, That mortall speare she in her hand did take, And vnto unto battaill did her selfe prepayre pɹepayre prepaire prepare . The knight approching, sternely her bespake; Sir knight, that doest thy voyage rashly make By this forbidden way in my despight, 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 flight. Misnumbered as 13 in 1609. [15] Ythrild with deepe disdaine of his proud threat, She shortly thus; Fly they, that need to fly; Wordes fearen babes. I meane not thee entreat To passe; but maugre thee will passe or dy. Ne lenger stayd for th’other to reply, But with sharpe ſpeares speares ſpeare speare the rest made dearly knowne. Strongly the straunge knight ran, and sturdily Strooke her full on the brest, that made her downe Decline her head, & and touch her crouper with her crown. [16] 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 left side 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. [17] Like as the sacred Oxe, that carelesse stands, With gilden hornes, and flowry girlonds crownd, Proud of his dying honor and deare bandes, Whiles th’altars fume with frankincense arownd, 449 the Faerie Queene. Cant.IIII. An Ff 2 All suddeinly with mortall stroke astownd, Doth groueling groveling fall, and with his streaming gore Distaines the pillours, and the holy grownd, And the faire flowres, that decked him afore; So fell proud Marinell vpon upon the pretious shore. [18] The martiall Mayd stayd not him to lament, But forward rode, and kept her ready way Along the strond, which as she ouer over -went, She saw bestrowed all with rich aray Of pearles and pretious stones of great assay, And all the grauell gravell mixt with golden owre; Whereat she wondred much, but would not stay For gold, or perles, or pretious stones an howre, But them despised all; for all all, for all; all; for all all; for, all was in her powre. [19] Whiles thus he lay in deadly stonishment, Tydings hereof came to his mothers eare; His mother was the blacke-browd Cymoent, The daughter of great Nereus, which did beare This warlike sonne vnto unto an earthly peare, The famous Dumarin; who on a day Finding the Nymph a sleepe asleepe in secret wheare, As he by chaunce did wander that same way, Was taken with her loue love , and by her closely lay. [20] There he this knight of her begot, whom borne She of his father Marinell did name, And in a rocky caue cave as wight forlorne, Long time she fostred vp up , till he became A mighty man at armes, and mickle fame Did get through great aduentures adventures by him donne: For neuer never man he suffred by that same Rich strond to trauell travell , whereas he did wonne, But that he must do battail with the Sea-nymphes sonne. ſonne 450 The third Booke of Cant.IIII. Least [21] 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 inuade invade , That none durst passen through that perilous glade. And to aduaunce advaunce his name and glory more, Her Sea-god syre she dearely did perswade, T’endow her sonne with threasure and rich store, Boue Bove all the sonnes, that were of earthly wombes ybore. [22] The God did graunt his daughters deare demaund, To doen his Nephew in all riches flow; Eftsoones his heaped waues waves he did commaund, Out of their hollow bosome forth to throw All the huge threasure, which the sea below Had in his greedy gulfe deuoured devoured deepe, And him enriched through the ouerthrow overthrow And wreckes of many wretches, which did weepe, And often wayle their wealth, which he from them did (keepe. [23] Shortly vpon upon 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, yuorie yvorie , perles, owches, rings, And all that els was pretious and deare, The sea vnto unto him voluntary brings, That shortly he a great Lord did appeare, As was in all the lond of Faery, or else wheare. [24] Thereto he was a doughty 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 451 the Faery Queene. Cant. IIII. This Ff 3 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 vp up strife, But after all his warre, to rest his wearie knife. [25] And for his more assuraunce, she inquir’d One day of Proteus by his mighty spell, (For Proteus 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, Bad her from womankind to keepe him well: For of a woman he should haue have much ill, A virgin straunge and stout him should dismay, or kill. [26] For thy she gaue gave him warning euery every day, The loue love of women not to entertaine; A lesson too too hard for liuing living clay, From loue love in course of nature to refraine: Yet he his mothers lore did well retaine, And euer ever from fayre Ladies loue love did fly; Yet many Ladies fayre did oft complaine, That they for loue love of him would algates dy: Dy, who so list for him, he was loues loves enimy. [27] But ah, who can deceiue deceive his destiny, Or weene by warning to auoyd avoyd his fate? That when he sleepes in most security, And safest seemes, him soonest doth amate, And findeth dew effect or soone or late. So feeble is the powre of fleſhy fleshy fleſhly fleshly arme. His mother bad him wemens loue love to hate, For she of womans force did feare no harme; So weening to haue have arm’d him, she did quite disarme. 452 The third Booke of Cant. IIII. Tho [28] This was that woman, this that thar deadly wownd, That Proteus prophecide should him dismay, The which wich which his mother vainely did expownd, To be hart-wownding loue love , which should assay To bring her sonne vnto unto his last decay. So ticle be the termes of mortall state, And full of subtile sophismes, which doe play With double sences, and with false debate, T’approue T’approve the vnknowen unknowen purpose of eternall fate. [29] Too trew the famous Marinell it fownd, Who through late triall, on that wealthy Strond Inglorious now lies in sencelesse swownd, Through heauy heavy stroke of Britomartis hond. Which when his mother deare did vnderstond understond , And heauy heavy tidings heard, whereas she playd Amongst her watry sisters by a pond, Gathering sweete daffadillyes, to haue have made Gay girlonds, from the Sun their forheads fayr to shade, shade; shade. [30] Eftesoones both flowres and girlonds far away Shee flong, and her faire deawy locks yrent, To sorrow huge she turnd her former play, And gamesome gameson merth to grieuous grievous dreriment: Shee threw her selfe downe on the Continent, Ne word did speake, but lay as in a swowne swoune swownd , Whiles al her sisters did for her lament, With yelling outcries, and with shrieking sowne; And euery every one did teare her girlond gitlond girlond from her crowne. [31] Soone as shee vp up out of her deadly fitt Arose, shee bad her charett to be brought, And all her sisters, that with her did sitt, Bad eke attonce their charetts to be sought; 453 the Faery Queene. Cant. IIII. His Ff 4 Tho full of bitter griefe and pensife thought, She to her wagon clombe; clombe all the rest, And forth together went, with sorow fraught. The waues waves obedient to theyr beheast, Them yielded ready passage, and their rage surceast. [32] Great 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 Monſters Monsters Monſtes Monstes Monſters Monsters of the See Stood gaping at their gate, and wondred them to see. [33] A teme of Dolphins raunged in aray, Drew the smooth charett of sad Cymoent; They were all taught by Triton, to obay To the long raynes traines , at her commaundement: As swifte as swallowes, on the waues waves they went, That their brode flaggy finnes no fome did reare, Ne bubling rowndell they behinde them sent; The rest of other fishes drawen weare, Which with their rheir finny oars the swelling sea did sheare. [34] Soone as they bene arriu’d arriv’d vpon upon the brim Of the Rich strond, their charets they forlore, And let their temed fishes softly swim Along the margent of the fomy shore, Least they their finnes should bruze, and surbate sore Their tender feete vpon upon the stony grownd: And comming to the place, where all in gore And cruddy blood enwallowed they fownd The lucklesse Marinell, lying in deadly swownd; 454 The third Booke of Cant. IIII. Who [35] His mother swowned thrise, and the third time Could scarce recouered recovered bee out of her paine; Had she not beene deuoide devoide of mortall slime, Shee should not then haue have bene relyu’d relyv’d againe; But soone as life recouered recovered had the raine, Shee made so piteous mone and deare wayment, That the hard rocks could scarse from tears refraine, And all her sister Nymphes with one consent Supplide her sobbing breaches with sad complement. [36] Deare image of my selfe, (she sayd) that is, The wretched sonne of wretched mother borne, Is this thine high aduauncement advauncement , O is this Th’immortall name, with which thee yet vnborne unborne Thy Gransire Nereus promist to adorne? Now lyest thou of life and honor refte; Now lyest thou a lumpe of earth forlorne, Ne of thy late life memory is lefte, Ne can thy irreuocable irrevocable desteny bee wefte? [37] Fond Proteus, father of false prophecis, And they more fond, that credit to thee giue give , Not this the worke of womans hand ywis, That so deepe wound through these deare members (driuedrive. I feared loue love : but they that loue love doe liue live , But they that dye, doe nether loue love nor hate. Nath’lesse to thee thy folly I forgiue forgive , And to myselfe, and to accursed fate The guilt I doe ascribe: deare wisedom bought too late. [38] O what auailes availes it of immortall seed To beene ybredd and neuer never borne to dye? Farre better I it deeme to die with speed, 1590.bk3.III.iv.38.4. Then: Than Then Than waste in woe and waylfull miserye. 455 the Faery Queene. Cant. IIII. Tho Who dyes the vtmost utmost dolor doth abye, But who that liues lives , is lefte to waile his losse: So life is losse, and death felicity. Sad life worse 1590.bk3.III.iv.38.8. then: than then than glad death: and greater crosse To see frends graue grave , 1590.bk3.III.iv.38.9. thẽ: than1590.bk3.III.iv.38.9. then: than thẽ then thã than dead the graue grave self to engrosse. [39] But if the heauens heavens did his dayes enuie envie , And my short blis maligne, yet mote they well Thus much afford me, ere that he did die That the dim eies of my deare Marinell I mote haue have closed, and him bed farewell, Sith other offices for mother meet They would not graunt. Yett maulgre them farewell, my sweetest sweet; Farewell my sweetest sonne, till we againe may meet. ſ⁀ith we no more ſ⁀hall meet. sith we no more shall meet. [40] Thus when they all had sorowed their fill, 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 siluer silver rownd, They softly wipt away the gelly blood From th’orifice; which hauing having well vpbownd upbownd , They pourd in soueraine soveraine balme, and Nectar good, Good both for erthly med’cine, and for heuenly hevenly food. [41] Tho when the lilly handed Liagore, (This Liagore whilome had learned skill In leaches craft, by great Appolloes lore, Sith her whilome vpon upon high Pindus hill, He loued loved , and at last her wombe did fill With heuenly hevenly seed, whereof wise Pæon sprong) Did feele his pulse, shee knew there their staied still Some litle life his feeble sprites emong; Which to his mother told, despeyre she frõ from her flong. 456 The third Booke of Cant. IIII. Whome [42] Tho vp up him taking in their tender hands, They easely vnto unto her charett beare: Her teme at her commaundement quiet stands, Whiles they the corse into her wagon reare, And strowe with flowres the lamentable beare: Then all the rest into their coches clim, And through the brackish waues waves their passage shear; Vpon Upon great Neptunes necke they softly swim, And to her watry chamber swiftly carry him. [43] Deepe in the bottome of the sea, her bowre Is built of hollow billowes heaped hye, 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 Tryphon, to apply Salues Salves to his wounds, and medicines of might: For Tryphon of sea gods the soueraine soveraine leach is hight. [44] The whiles the Nymphes sitt all about him rownd, Lamenting his mishap and heauy heavy 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 ouertooke overtooke The warlike Maide, th’ensample of that might, But fairely well shee thryud thryvd , and well did brooke Her noble deeds, ne her right course for ought forsooke. [45] Yet did false Archimage her still pursew, To bring to passe his mischieuous mischievous intent, Now that he had her singled from the crew Of courteous knights, the Prince, and Fary Faery gent, 457 the Faery Queene. Cant. IIII. But Whom late in chace of beauty excellent Shee lefte, pursewing that same foster strong; Of whose fowle outrage they impatient, And full of firy fiery zele, him followed long, To reskew her from shame, and to reuenge revenge her wrong. [46] Through thick and thin, through mountains & and through (playns, Those two gret chãpions champions did attonce pursew The fearefull damzell, with incessant payns: Who from them fled, as light-foot hare from vew Of hunter swifte, and sent of howndes trew. At last they came vnto unto a double way, Where, doubtfull which to take, her to reskew, Themselues Themselves they did dispart, each to assay, Whether more happy were, to win so goodly pray. [47] But Timias, the Princes gentle Squyre, That Ladies loue love vnto unto his Lord forlent, And with proud enuy envy , and indignant yre, After that wicked foster fiercely went. So beene they three three sondry wayes ybent. 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 hell. [48] At last of her far off of he gained vew: Then gan he freshly pricke his fomy ſteed steed ſteǝd steǝd ſteed steed , And euer ever as he nigher to her drew, So euermore evermore he did increase his speed, And of each turning still kept wary heed: Alowd to her he oftentimes did call, To doe away vaine doubt, and needlesse dreed: Full myld to her he spake, and oft let fall Many meeke wordes, to stay and comfort her withall. 458 Thethird Booke of Cant. IIII. And [49] But nothing might relent her hasty flight; So deepe the deadly feare of that foule swaine Was earst impressed in her gentle spright: Like as a fearefull Doue Dove , which through the raine, Of the wide ayre her way does cut amaine, Hauing Having farre off espyde a Tassell gent, Which after her his nimble winges doth straine, Doubleth her hast for feare to bee for-hent, And with her pineons cleaues cleaves the liquid firmament. [50] With no lesse hast, and eke with no lesse dreed, That fearefull Ladie fledd from him, that ment To her no euill evill thought, nor euill evill deed; Yet former feare of being fowly shent, Carried her forward with her first intent: And though oft looking backward, well she vewde, Her selfe freed from that foster insolent, And that it was a knight, which now her sewde, Yet she no lesse the knight feard, 1590.bk3.III.iv.50.9. then: than then than that villein rude. [51] His vncouth uncouth shield and straunge armes her dismayd, Whose like in Faery lond were seldom seene, That fast she from him fledd, no lesse afrayd, 1590.bk3.III.iv.51.4. Then: Than Then Than of wilde beastes if she had chased beene: Yet he her followd still with corage keene, So long that now the golden Hesperus Was mounted high in top of heauen heaven sheene, And warnd his other brethren ioyeous joyeous , To light their blessed lamps in Ioues Joves eternall hous. [52] All suddeinly dim wox the dampish ayre, And griesly shadowes couered covered heauen heaven bright, That now with thousand starres was decked fayre; Which when the Prince beheld, a lothfull sight, 459 the Faery Queene. Cant. IIII. What 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 goodly scope. [53] Tho when her wayes he could no more descry, But to and fro at disauenture disaventure strayd; Like as a ship, whose Lodestar suddeinly Couered Covered with cloudes, her Pilott hath dismayd, dismayd; His wearisome pursuit perforce he stayd, And from his loftie steed dismounting low, Did let him forage. Downe himselfe he layd Vpon Upon the grassy ground, to sleepe a throw; The cold earth was his couch, the hard steele his pillow pillowe . [54] But gentle Sleepe enuyde envyde him any rest; In stead thereof sad sorow, and disdaine Of his hard hap did vexe his noble brest, And thousand fancies bett his ydle brayne With their light wings, the sights of semblants vaine: Oft did he wish, that Lady faire mote bee His faery Queene, for whom he did complaine: Or that his Faery Queene were such, as shee: And euer ever hasty Night he blamed bitterlie bitterly . [55] Night thou foule Mother of annoyaunce sad, Sister of heauie heavie death, and nourse of woe, Which wast begot in heauen heaven , but for thy bad And brutish shape thrust downe to hell below, Where by the grim floud of Cocytus slow Thy dwelling is, in Herebus black hous, (Black Herebus thy husband is the foe Of all the Gods) where thou vngratious ungratious , Halfe of thy dayes doest lead in horrour hideous. 461 The third Booke of Cant.IIII. The [56] What had th’eternall Maker need of thee, The world in his continuall course to keepe, That doest all thinges deface, ne lettest see The beautie of his worke? Indeed in sleepe The slouthfull body, that doth loue love to steep His lustlesse limbes, and drowne his baser mind, Doth praise thee oft, and oft from Stygian deepe Calles thee, his goddesse in his errour blind, And great Dame Natures handmaide, handmaide handmaide, hand-maid, chearing euery every (kind. [57] But well I wote, that to an heauy heavy hart Thou art the roote and nourse of bitter cares, Breeder of new, renewer of old smarts: In stead of rest thou lendest rayling teares, In stead of sleepe thou sendest troublous feares, And dreadfull visions, in the which aliue alive The dreary image of sad death appeares: So from the wearie spirit thou doest driue drive Desired rest, and men of happinesse depriue deprive . [58] Vnder Under 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 dreriment: All these I wote in thy protection bee, And light doe shonne, for feare of being shent: For light ylike is loth’d of them and thee, And all that lewdnesse loue love , doe hate the light to see. [59] For day discouers discovers all dishonest wayes, And sheweth each thing, as it is in deed: The prayses of high God he faire displayes, And his large bountie rightly doth areed. 461 the Faerie Queene. Cant. IIII Cant. The children of day Dayes deareſt children Dayes dearest children be the blessed seed, Which darknesse shall subdue, and heauen heaven win: Truth is his daughter; he her first did breed, Most sacred virgin, without spot of sinne. Our life is day, but death with darknesse doth begin. [60] O when will day then turne to me againe, And bring with him his long expected light? light, O Titan, hast to reare thy ioyous joyous waine: 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 rowme ro wme to day, that can it gouerne governe well. [61] Thus did the Prince that wearie night outweare, In restlesse anguish and vnquiet unquiet paine: And earely, ere the morrow did vpreare upreare His deawy head out of the Ocean maine, He vp up arose, as halfe in great disdaine, And clombe vnto unto his steed. So forth he went, With heauy heavy looke and lumpish pace, that plaine In him bewraid great grudge and maltalent: His steed eke seemd t’apply his steps to his intent.