The Witch creates a snowy Lady,
like to Florimell,
Who wrongd by by
sau’dsav’d,
is sought by .
[1]
SOo oft as I this history record,
My hart doth melt with meere compassion,
To thinke, how causelesse of
her owne accord
This gentle Damzell, ,
Should be in
such ,
Without all hope of comfort or reliefe,
That sure I weene, the hardest ,
Would hardly to aggrauateaggravate her griefe;
For misery crauescraves rather mercy, 1590.bk3.III.viii.1.9. then: thanthenthan
repriefe.
[2]
But that accursed Hag, her hostesse
late,
Had so enranckled her malitious hart,
That she desyrd ,
Or long enlargement of her painefull smart.
Now when the Beast, which by her wicked art
Late foorth she sent, she backe retourning spyde,
Of her rich spoyles, whom he had earst destroyd,
She weend, &and wondrous gladnes to her hart applyde.
[3]
And with it ronning hast’ly to her
sonne,
Thought with that sight him much to hauehave
reliu’dreliv’d;
Who thereby deeming sure the thing as donne,
with furie fresh reuiu’dreviv’d,
Much more 1590.bk3.III.viii.3.5. then: thanthenthan earst, and would hauehave algates riu’driv’d
The hart out of his brest: for sith her dedd
He surely dempt,
himselfe he thought depriu’ddepriv’d
Quite of all hope, wherewith he long had fedd
His foolish malady, and long time had misledd.
[4]
With thought whereof, exceeding mad he
grew,
And in his rage his mother would hauehave slaine,
Had she not fled into ,
Where she was wont her
Sprightes to entertaine
The maisters of her art: there was she faine
To call them all in order to her ayde,
And them coniureconjure
vponupon eternall paine,
To counsell her so carefully
dismayd,
How she might heale her sonne, whose senses
were decayd.
[5]
their
deuicedevice, and her owne wicked wit,
She there deuiz’ddeviz’d a wondrous worke to frame,
Whose like on earth was neuernever framed yit,
That eueneven Nature selfe enuideenvide the same,
And grudg’d to see the counterfet should shame
The thing it selfe: In hand she boldly tooke
To make another like the former Dame,
Another Florimell, in shape and looke
, that many it
mistooke.
[6]
substance, whereof she the body made,
Was purest snow in massy
mould congeald,
Which she had gathered in a shady glade
Of ,
to her reuealdreveald
By errant Sprights, but from all men conceald:
The same she tempred with fine ,
And virgin wex, that neuernever yet was seald,
And mingled them with perfect ,
That like a liuelylively sanguine it seemd to the eye.
[7]
In stead of eyes two burning lampes she
set
In siluersilver sockets, shyning like the skyes,
And a quicke mouingmoving Spirit did arret
To stirre and roll them, like to womensa womans eyes;
In stead of yellow lockes she did deuysedevyse,
With golden wyre to weaueweave her curled head;
Yet was
not so yellow thryse
As Florimells fayre heare: and in the stead
Of life, she put a Spright to rule .
[8]
Spright yfraught with fawning guyle,
And fayre resemblance aboueabove all the rest,
From heauensheavens blis and euerlastingeverlasting rest,
Him needed not
instruct, which way were best
Him selfe
likest Florimell,
Ne how to speake, ne how to vseuse his gest;
For he in did excell,
[9]
Him shaped thus, she deckt in garments gay,
Which Florimell had left behind her late,
That who so then her saw, would surely say,
It was her selfe, whom
it did imitate,
Or fayrer 1590.bk3.III.viii.9.5. then: thanthenthan her selfe, if ought algate
Might fayrer be. And then she forth her brought
VntoUnto her sonne, that lay in feeble state;
Who seeing her gan
streight vpstartupstart, and thought
She was the Lady selfe, whomwho he so long had sought.
[10]
Tho
fast her clipping twixt his armes
twayne,
Extremely ioyedjoyed in so happy sight,
And soone forgot his former sickely payne;
But she, the more to
seeme such as she hight,
Coyly his embracement light;
Yet still with gentle countenauncecountenant retain’d,
Enough to hold a foole in vaine delight:
Him long she so with entertain’d,
As her Creatresse had in charge to her
ordain’d.
[11]
Till on a day, as he disposed was
To walke the woodes with that his faire,
Her to disport, and time to pas,
In th’open freshnes of the gentle aire,
A knight that way there chaunced to repaire;
Yet knight heknight was not, but a boastfull swaine,
That deedes of armes had euerever in ,
Proud Braggadocchio, that in vaunting vaine
His glory did repose, and credit did maintaine.
[12]
He seeing with that Chorle so faire a
wight,
Decked with many a costly ornament,
Much merueiledmerveiled thereat, as well he might,
And thought that match a fowle :
His
bent
Against the silly
clowne, who dead through feare,
Fell streight to ground in great astonishment;
(sayd he) this
Lady is my deare,
Dy, if thou it gainesay: I will away her beare.
[13]
The fearefull Chorle durst not gainesay,
nor dooe,
But tremblingtremblringtrembling stood, and yielded him the pray;
Who finding litle
leasure her to wooe,
On Tromparts steed her mounted without stay,
And without reskew led
her quite away.
Proud man himselfe then
Braggadochio
Braggadocchio
deem’d,
And next to none,
after that happy day,
Being possessed of
that spoyle, which seem’d
The fairest wight on ground, and most of
men esteem’d.
[14]
But when hee saw him selfe free from
poursute,
He gan make to his Dame,
With termes of louelove and lewdnesse dissolute;
For he could well his glozing speaches frame
To such vaine vsesuses, that him best became:
But she thereto would
lend but light regard,
Into his powre, that vsedused her so hard,
To reauereave her honor, which she more 1590.bk3.III.viii.14.9. then: thanthenthan life prefard.
[15]
Thus as they two of
long,
There them by chaunce encountred on the way
An armed knight, vponupon a courser strong,
Whose trampling feete vponupon the hollow lay
Seemed to thunder, and did nigh affray
That corage:
yet he looked grim,
And faynd to cheare
his lady in dismay,
Who seemd for feare to quake in eueryevery lim,
And her to sauesave from outrage, meekely prayed him.
[16]
Fiercely forward came, and nigh
Approching, with bold words and bitter threat,
Bad that same boaster, as he mote, on high
To leaueleave to him that lady for ,
That challenge did too peremptory seeme,
And fild his senses with abashment great;
Yet seeing nigh him ieopardyjeopardy extreme,
He it dissembled well, and light seemd to
esteeme.
[17]
, Thou foolish knight, that weenst with words
To steale away, that I
with blowes hauehave wonne,
And broght throgh points of many perilous swords:
But if thee list to see thy Courser ronne,
Or proueprove thy selfe, this sad encounter shonne,
And seeke els without
hazard of thy hedd.
At those prowd words that other knight begonne
To wex exceeding wroth, and him aredd
To turne his steede about, or sure he
should be dedd.
[18]
Sith then (said
BraggadochioBraggadocchio)
Thy daies abridge, through proofe of puissaunce,
Turne we our steeds, that both in equall tilt
May meete againe, and each take happy chaunce.
This saidsaid, they both a furlongs mountenaunce
Retird their steeds, to ronne in eueneven race:
But
Braggadochio
Braggadocchio
with his
Once hauinghaving turnd, no more returnd his face,
But lefte his louelove to losse, and fled him selfe apace.
[19]
The knight him seeing flie, had no
regard
Him to poursew, but to the lady rode,
And hauinghaving her from Trompart
lightly reard,
VponUpon his Courser sett the louelylovely lode,
And with her fled away without abode.
Well weened he, that
fairest Florimell
It was, with whom in company he yode,
And so her selfe did alwaies to him tell;
So made him thinke him selfe in heuenheven, that was in hell.
[20]
But Florimell her selfe was far away,
DriuenDriven to great distresse by fortune straunge,
And taught the carefull Mariner to play,
Sith late mischaunce had her compeld to chaunge
The land for sea, at randon there to raunge:
Yett there
auengeresseavengeresse,
Not satisfyde so far her to estraunge
From courtly blis and wonted happinesse,
Did heape on her of weary wretchednesse.
[21]
For being fled into the fishers bote,
For refuge from the Monsters cruelty,
Long so she on the mighty maine did flote,
And with the tide drouedrove forward ,
For th’ayre was milde, and cleared was the skie,
And all his windes Dan
Aeolus did keepe,
From stirring vpup their stormy enmity,
As pittying to see her waile and weepe;
But all the while the fisher did securely
sleepe.
[22]
At last when droncke with drowsinesse, he woke,
He was dismayd, and thrise his brest he stroke,
For marueillmarveill of that accident extreame;
But when he saw, that
blazing beauties beame,
Which with rare light his bote did beautifye,
He marueildmarveild more, and thought he yet did dreame
Not well awakte, or that some extasye
Assotted had his sence, or dazed was his eye.
[23]
when her well auizingavizing, hee
peceiu’dpeceiv’d
perceiuedperceived
To be no vision, nor fantasticke sight,
Great comfort of her presence he conceiu’dconceiv’d,
And felt in his old new delight
To gin awake, and stir his frosen spright:
Tho rudely askte her, how she thether came.
Ah (sayd she) I
read aright,
What hard misfortune brought me to thisthe same;
Yet am I glad that here I now in safety
ame.
[24]
But thou good man, sith far in sea we bee,
And the great waters gin apace to swell,
That now no more we can the mayn-land see,
HaueHave care, I pray, to guide the cock-bote well,
Least worse on sea 1590.bk3.III.viii.24.5. then: thanthenthan
vsus on land befell,befell.
Thereat th’old man did nought but fondly grin,
And saide, his boat the way could wisely tell:
But his deceiptfull eyes did neuernever
lin,
To looke on her faire face, and marke her
snowy skin.
[25]
The sight whereof in his congealed flesh,
Infixt such secrete sting of greedy lust,
That the drie withered it gan refresh,
And kindled heat, that soone in flame forth brust:
The driest wood is soonest burnt to dust.
to her he lept,
and his rough hand
Where ill became him, rashly would hauehave thrust,
But she with angry scorne him did withstond,
And shamefully reprou’dreprov’dreprouedreprovedreproouedreprooved for his rudenesru denesrudeneſſerudenesse fond.
[26]
But he, that neuernever good nor maners knew,
Her sharpe rebuke full litle did esteeme;
The inward smoke, that did before but steeme,
Broke into open fire and rage extreme,
Forcyng to doe, that did him fowle misseeme:
he threwe her
downe, ne car’d to spill
Her garments gay with scales of fish, that
all did fill.
[27]
The silly virgin strouestrove him to withstand,
All that she might, and him in vaine reuildrevild:
Shee strugledSheestrugled strongly both with foote and hand,
To sauesave her honor from that villaine vilde,
And cride to heuenheven, from humane helpe exild.
O ye brauebrave knights, that boast this Ladies louelove,
Where be ye now, when she is nigh defild
Of filthy wretch? well may she you reprouereprove
Of falsehood or of slouth, when most it may behouebehove.
[28]
if that thou, Sir Satyran, didst weete,
Or thou, Sir Peridure, her sory
state,
How soone would yee assemble many a fleete,
To fetch from sea, thatthae ye at land lost late;
In your auengementavengement and dispiteous rage,
Ne ought your burning fury mote abate;
But if Sir Calidore could it presage,
No liuingliving creature could his cruelty asswage.
[29]
But sith that none of all her knights is
nye,
See how the heauensheavens of voluntary grace,
And souerainesoveraine
fauorfavor towards chastity,
Doe succor send to her distressed cace:
So much high God doth innocence embrace.
It fortuned, whilest thus she stifly strouestrove,
And the wide sea importuned long space
With shrilling shriekes,
abrode did rouerove,
Along the fomy waueswaves
driuingdriving his finny drouedrove.
[30]
Proteus is Shepheard of the
seas of yore,
And hath the charge of Neptunes
mighty heard,
An aged sire with head all frowyfrory
,
And sprinckled frost vponupon his deawy beard:
Who when those pittifull outcries he heard,
Through all the seas so ruefully resownd,
His charett swifte in hast he thether steard,
Which with a teeme of scaly bownd
Was drawne vponupon the waueswaves, that fomed him arownd.
[31]
And comming to that Fishers wandring
bote,
That went at will, withouten or sayle,
He therein saw that yrkesome sight, which smote
Deepe indignation and compassion frayle
Into his hart attonce: streight did he hayle
The greedy villein from his hoped pray,
Of which he now did very litle fayle,
And with his staffe, that ,
Him bett sofo sore, that life and sence did much .
[32]
The whiles the pitteous Lady vpup did ryse,
Ruffled and fowly raid
with filthy soyle,
And of her faire eyes:
Her heart nigh broken was with weary toyle,
To sauesave her selfe from that outrageous spoyle,
But when she looked vpup, to weet, what wight
Had her from so infamous fact
assoyld,
For shame, but more for feare of his grim sight,
Downe in her lap she hid her face, and
lowdly shright.
[33]
not sauedsaved yet from daunger dredd
She thought, but chaung’d from one to other feare;
Like as a fearefull
partridge, that is fledd
From the sharpe hauke, which her attached
neare,
And fals to ground, to seeke for succor theare,
Whereas the hungry Spaniells she does spye,
With greedy iawesjawes her ready for to teare;
In such distresse and sad perplexity
Was Florimell, when Proteus she did see her bythereby.
[34]
But he endeuoredendevored with speaches milde
Her to recomfort, and
,
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 preuayldprevayld;
For her faint hart was with the frosen cold
Benumbd so inly, that her wits nigh fayld,
And all her sences with abashment quite
were quayld.
[35]
Her vpup betwixt his rugged hands he reard,
And with his
lips full softly kist,
Whiles the cold ysickles from his rough beard,
Dropped adowne vponupon her yuoryyvory brest:
Yet he him selfe so busily addrest,
That her out of astonishment he wrought,
And out of that same fishers filthy nest
RemouingRemoving her, into his charet
brought,
And there with many gentle termes her
faire besought.
[36]
But that old leachour, which with bold
assault
That beautie durst presume to violate,
He cast to punish for
his hainous fault;
Then tooke he him yet trembling sith of late,
And tyde behind his charet, to
The virgin, whom
had abusde so sore:
So drag’d him through the waueswaves in scornfull state,
And after him vpup, vponupon the shore;
But Florimell with him vntounto his bowre he bore.
[37]
bowre is in the bottom of the maine,
VnderUnder a mightie rocke, gainst which doe rauerave
The roring billowes in their proud disdaine,
That with the angry working of the wauewave,
Therein is eaten out an hollow cauecave,
That seemes rough Masons hand with engines keene
Had long while laboured it to engraueengrave:
There was his wonne, ne liuingliving wight was seene,
SaueSave one old
NymphᴎymphNymphNymph, highthigh
to keepe it cleane.
[38]
Thether 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 vntounto his delight:
With flatteringflattering wordes he sweetly wooed her,
And offered faire guiftes, t’allure her sight,
But she both offers and the offerer
Despysde, and all the fawning of the
flatterer.
[39]
Dayly he tempted her with this or
that,
And neuernever suffred her to be at rest:
But euermoreevermore she him refused flat,
And all his fained kindnes did detest.
So firmely she had sealed vpup her brest.
Sometimes he boasted, that a God he hight:
But she a mortall creature louedloved best:
Then he would make him selfe a mortall wight;
But then she said she lou’dlov’d none, but a Faery knight.
[40]
For eueryevery shape on him he could endew:
Then like a king he was to her exprest,
And offred kingdoms vntounto her in vew,
To be his Leman and his Lady trew:
But when all this he nothing saw ,
With harder meanes he cast her to subdew,
And with sharpe
threates her often did assayle,
So thinking for to make her stubborne
corage quayle.
[41]
To dreadfull shapes he did him selfe
transforme,
Now like a Gyaunt, now like to a feend,
Then like a Centaure, then like to a storme,
Raging within the waueswaves: thereby he weend
Her will to win vntounto his wished .
But when with feare, nor fauourfavour, nor with all
He els could doe, he saw him selfe esteemd,
Downe in a Dongeon deepe he let her fall,
[42]
Eternall thraldomethaldomethraldome was to her more liefe,
1590.bk3.III.viii.42.2. Then: ThanThenThan losse of chastitie, or chaunge of louelove:
Dye had she rather in tormenting griefe,
1590.bk3.III.viii.42.4. Then: ThanThenThan any should of falsenesse her reprouereprove,
Or loosenes, that she lightly did .
Most vertuous virgin,
glory be thy meed,
And crowne of heauenlyheavenly prayse with Saintes aboueabove,
Where most sweet hymmes of this thy famous deed
Are still emongst them song, thatrhatthat far my rymes exceed.
[43]
Fit song of Angels caroled to bee,
But yet what so my feeble Muse can frame,
Shalbe t’aduanceadvance thy goodly chastitee,
And to enroll thy
memorable name,
In th’heart of eueryevery honourable Dame,
That they thy vertuous deedes may imitate,
And be partakers of thy endlesse fame.
Yt yrkes me, leaueleave thee in this wofull state,
To tell of Satyrane, where I him left of late.
[44]
Who hauinghaving ended with that SquyreSquyre
[turned S]Squire of Dames
A long discourse of his aduenturesadventures vayne,
The which , 1590.bk3.III.viii.44.3. then: thanthenthan Ladies more defames,
And finding not th’Hyena
,
With that same Squyre, retourned back
agayne
To his first way. And as they forward went,
They spyde a knight fayre on the playne,
As if he were on some aduentureadventure bent,
And in his port appeared manly hardiment.
[45]
Sir Satyrane him towardes did addresse,
To weet, what wight he was, and what his quest:
And comming nigh, eftsoones he gan to gesse
He bare, and by the colours in his crest,
That it was. Tho to him yode,
And him saluting, as beseemed best,
Gan first inquire of tydinges farre abrode;
And afterwardes, on what aduentureadventure now he rode.
[46]
Who thereto answering said, The tydinges
bad,
Which now in Faery court all men doe tell,
Which turned hath great mirth, to mourning sad,
Is the late ruine of
proud Marinell,
And suddein parture of
faire Florimell,
To find him forth: and after her are gone
All the brauebrave knightes, that doen in armes excell,
To sauegardsavegard her, ywandred all alone;
[47]
Ah gentle knight (said then Sir Satyrane)
Thy labour all is lost, I greatly dread,
That hast a thanklesse seruiceservice on thee ta’ne,
And offrest sacrifice vntounto the dead:
For dead, I surely doubt, thou maist aread
Henceforth for euerever
Florimell to bee,
That all the noble knights of Maydenhead,
Which her ador’d, may sore with mee,
And all faire Ladies may for euerever sory bee.
[48]
Which wordes when Paridell had heard, his hew
Gan greatly chaung and seemd dismaid to bee,
Then said, Fayre Sir, how may I weene it trew,
That ye doe tell in such vncerteinteeuncerteintee?
Or speake ye of report, or did ye see
IustJust cause of dread, that makes ye ?
For perdie elles how mote it euerever bee,
That euerever hand should dare for to engore
Her noble blood? the heuenshevens such crueltie abhore.
[49]
These eyes did see, that they will euerever rew
T’haueT’have
To haueTo have
seene,
(quoth he) when as a monſtrous(quoth he) when as a monstrous
(Quoth he) when as a mõſtrous(Quoth he) when as a mõstrous(Quoth he) when as a monſtrous(Quoth he) when as a
monstrous
(quoth he) when as a monſtrous(quoth he) when as a monstrous
quoth he when as a monſtrousquoth he when as a monstrous
beast
The Palfrey, whereon she did trauelltravell, slew,
And of his bowels made his bloody feast:
Which speaking token
sheweth at the least
Besides, that more suspicion encreast,
I found her golden girdle cast astray,
Distaynd with durt and blood, as relique of the pray.
[50]
Ay me, (said
ParidellPauidell) the signes be sadd,
That Ladies safetie is sore to be dradd:
Yet will I not forsake
my forward way,
Till triall doe more certeine truth bewray.
Faire Sir (qd.quoth he) well may it you ſucceedsucceedſuccedsucced,
Ne long shall Satyrane behind you stay,
But to the rest, which in this Quest proceed
My labour adde, and be partaker of their
.
[51]
Ye noble knights (said then the Squyre of Dames)
Well may yee speede in so praiseworthy payne:
But sith the Sunne now ginnes to slake his beames,
In deawy vapours of the westerne mayne,
And lose the teme out
of his weary ,
Mote not mislike you
also to abate
Your zealous hast, till morrow next againe
Both light of heuenheven, and strength of men relate:
Which if ye please, to yonder castle turne
your gate.
[52]
That counsell pleased well; so all yfere
Forth marched to a Castle them before,
Where soone arryuingarryving, they restrained were
Of ready entraunce,
which ought euermoreevermore
To errant knights be commune: wondrous sore
Thereat displeasd they
were, till that young Squyre
Gan them informe the cause, why that same dore
Was shut to all, which lodging did desyre:
The which to let you weet, will further
time requyre.