The knight with that old Dragon fights
two dayes incessantly:
The third him ouerthrowesoverthrowes, and gayns
most glorious victory.
HIgh time now gan it wex for VnaUna faire,
To thinke of those her captiuecaptive Parents deare,
And their forwasted kingdome to repaire:
Whereto whenas they now approched neare,
With hartie words her knight she gan to cheare,
And in her modest manner thus bespake;
Deare knight, as deare, as euerever knight was deare,
That all these sorrowes suffer for my sake,
High heauenheaven behold the tedious toyle, ye for me take.
Now are we come vntounto my natiuenative soyle,
And to the place, where all our perils dwell;
Here haunts that feend, and does his dayly spoyle,
Therefore henceforth be at your keeping well,
And euerever ready for your foeman fell.
The sparke of noble courage now awake,
And striuestrive your excellent selfe to excell;
That shall ye euermoreevermore renowmed make,
AboueAbove all knights on earth, that batteill vndertakeundertake.
And pointing forth, lo yonder is (said she)
The brasen towre in which my parents deare
For dread of that huge feend emprisond be
Whom I from far, see on the walles appeare
Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare:
And on the top of all I do espye
The watchman wayting tydings glad to heare,
That ô my parents might I happily
VntoUnto you bring, to ease you of your misery.
With that they heard a roaring hideous sound,
That all the ayre with terrour filled wide,
And seemd vneathuneath to shake the stedfast ground.
Eftsoones that dreadfull Dragon they espide,
Where stretcht he lay vponupon the sunny side
Of a great hill, himselfe like a great hill.
But all so soone, as he from far descride
Those glistring armes, that heauenheaven with light did fill,
He rousd himselfe full blith, and hastned them vntilluntill.
Then bad the knight his Lady yede aloofe,
And to an hill her selfe with draw aside,
From whence she might behold that battailles proof
And eke be safe from daunger far descryde:
She him obayd, and turnd a little wyde.
Now O thou sacred Muse, most learned Dame,
Faire ympe of Phoebus, and his aged bride,
The Nourse of time, and euerlastingeverlasting fame,
That warlike hands ennoblest with immortall name;
O gently come into my feeble brest,
Come gently, but not with that mighty rage,
Wherewith the martiall troupes thou doest infest,
And harts of great Hero‘s doest enrage,
That nought their kindled courage may aswage,
Soone as thy dreadfull trompe begins to sownd;
The God of warre with his fiers equipage
Thou doest awake, sleepe neuernever he so sownd,
And scared nations doest with horrour sterne astownd.
Faire Goddesse lay that furious fit aside,
Till I of warres and bloudy Mars do sing,
And Briton fields with Sarazin bloud bedyde,
Twixt that great faery Queene and Paynim king,
That with their horrour heauenheaven and earth did ring,
A worke of labour long, and endlesse prayse:
But now a while let downe that haughtie string,
And to my tunes thy second tenor rayse,
That I this man of God his godly armes may blaze.
By this the dreadfull Beast drew nigh to hand,
Halfe flying, and halfe footing in his hast,
That with his largenesse measured much land,
And made wide shadow vnderunder his huge wast;
As mountaine doth the valley ouercastovercast.
Approching nigh, he reared high afore
His body monstrous, horrible, and vast,
Which to increase his wondrous greatnesse more,
Was swolne with wrath, & poyson, & with bloudy gore.
And ouerover, all with brasen scales was armd,
Like plated coate of steele, so couched neare,
That nought mote perce, ne might his corse be harmd
With dint of sword, nor push of pointed speare;
Which as an Eagle, seeing pray appeare,
His aery plumes doth rouze, full rudely dight,
So shaked he, that horrour was to heare,
For as the clashing of an Armour bright,
Such noyse his rouzed scales did send vntounto the knight.
His flaggy wings when forth he did display,
Were like two sayles, in which the hollow wynd
Is gathered full, and worketh speedy way:
And eke the pennes, that did his pineons bynd,
Were like mayne-yards, with flying canuascanvas lynd,
With which whenas him list the ayre to beat,
And there by force vnwontedunwonted passage find,
The cloudes before him fled for terrour great,
And all the heauensheavens stood still amazed with his threat.
His huge long tayle wound vpup in hundred foldes,
Does ouerspredoverspred his long bras-scaly backe,
Whose wreathed boughts when euerever he vnfoldesunfoldes,
And thicke entangled knots adown does slacke.
Bespotted all with shields of red and blacke,
It sweepeth all the land behind him farre,
And of three furlongs does but litle lacke;
And at the point two stings in-fixed arre,
Both deadly sharpe, that sharpest steele exceeden farre.
But stings and sharpest steele did far exceed
The sharpnesse of his cruell rending clawes;
Dead was it sure, as sure as death in deed,
What euerever thing does touch his rauenousravenous pawes,
Or what within his reach he euerever drawes.
But his most hideous head my toung to tell
Does tremble: for his deepe deuouringdevouring iawesjawes
Wide gaped, like the griesly mouth of hell,
Through which into his darke abisse all rauinravin fell.
And that more wondrous was, in either iawjaw
Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were,
In which yet trickling bloud and gobbets raw
Of late deuoureddevoured bodies did appeare,
That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare:
Which to increase, and as atonce to kill,
A cloud of smoothering smoke and sulphur seare
Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still,
That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill.
His blazing eyes, like two bright shining shields,
Did burne with wrath, and sparkled liuingliving fyre;
As two broad Beacons, set in open fields,
Send forth their flames farre off to eueryevery shyre,
And warning giuegive, that enemies conspyre,
With fire and sword the region to inuadeinvade;
So flam’d his eyne with rage and rancorous yre:
But farre within, as in a hollow glade,
Those glaring lampes were set, that made a dreadfull shade.
So dreadfully he towards him did pas,
Forelifting vpup aloft his speckled brest,
And often bounding on the brused gras,
As for great ioyance of his newcome guest.
Eftsoones he gan aduance his haughtie crest,
As chauffed Bore his bristles doth vpreareupreare,
And shoke his scales to battell readie drest;
That made the Redcrosse knight nigh quake for feare,
As bidding bold defiance to his foeman neare.
The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare,
And fiercely ran at him with rigorous might:
The pointed steele arriuingarriving rudely theare,
His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight,
But glauncing by forth passed forward right;
Yet sore amouedamoved with so puissant push,
The wrathfull beast about him turned light,
And him so rudely passing by, did brush
With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush.
Both horse and man vpup lightly rose againe,
And fresh encounter towards him addrest:
But th’idle stroke yet backe recoyld in vaine,
And found no place his deadly point to rest.
Exceeding rage enflam’d the furious beast,
To be auengedavenged of so great despight;
For neuernever felt his imperceable brest
So wondrous force, from hand of liuingliving wight;
Yet had he prou’dprov’d the powre of many a puissant knight.
Then with his wauingwaving wings displayed wyde,
Himselfe vpup high he lifted from the ground,
And with strong flight did forcibly diuidedivide
The yielding aire, which nigh too feeble found
Her flitting partes, and element vnsound,
To beare so great a weight: he cutting way
With his broad sayles, about him soared round:
At last low stouping with vnweldie sway,
Snatcht vp both horse & man, to beare them quite away.
Long he them bore aboueabove the subiectsubject plaine,
So farre as Ewghen bow a shaft may send,
Till struggling strong did him at last constraine,
To let them downe before his flightes end:
As hagard hauke presuming to contend
With hardie fowle, aboueabove his hable might,
His wearie pounces all in vaine doth spend,
To trusse the pray too heauieheavie for his flight;
Which comming downe to ground, does free it selfe by fight.
He so disseized of his gryping grosse,
The knight his thrillant speare againe assayd
In his bras-plated body to embosse,
And three mens strength vntounto the stroke he layd;
Wherewith the stiffe beame quaked, as affrayd,
And glauncing from his scaly necke, did glyde
Close vnderunder his left wing, 20.7. then: thanthenthan broad displayd.
The percing steele there wrought a wound full wyde,
That with the vncouthuncouth smart the Monster lowdly cryde.
He cryde, as raging seas are wont to rore,
When wintry storme his wrathfull wreck does threat,
The rolling billowes beat the ragged shore,
As they the earth would shoulder from her seat,
And greedie gulfe does gape, as he would eat
His neighbour element in his reuengerevenge:
Then gin the blustring brethren boldly threat,
To mouemove the world from off his stedfast henge,
And boystrous battell make, each other to auengeavenge.
The steely head stucke fast still in his flesh,
Till with his cruell clawes he snatcht the wood,
And quite a sunder broke. Forth flowed fresh
A gushing riuerriver of blacke goarie blood,
That drowned all the land, whereon he stood;
The streame thereof would driuedrive a water-mill.
Trebly augmented was his furious mood
With bitter sense of his deepe rooted ill,
That flames of fire he threw forth fro[m] his large nosethrill.
His hideous tayle 23.1. then: thanthenthan hurled he about,
And therewith all enwrapt the nimble thyes
Of his froth-fomy steed, whose courage stout
StriuingStriving to loose the knot, that fast him tyes,
Himselfe in streighter bandes too rash implyes,
That to the ground he is perforce constraynd
To throw his rider: who can quickly ryse
From off the earth, with durty bloud distaynd,
For that reprochfull fall right fowly he disdaynd.
And fiercely tooke his trenchand blade in hand,
With which he stroke so furious and so fell,
That nothing seemd the puissance could withstand:
VponUpon his crest the hardned yron fell,
But his more hardned crest was armd so well,
That deeper dint therein it would not make;
Yet so extremely did the buffe him quell,
That from thenceforth he shund the like to take,
But when he saw them come, he did them still forsake.
The knight was wrath to see his stroke beguyld,
And smote againe with more outrageous might;
But backe againe the sparckling steele recoyld,
And left not any marke, where it did light;
As if in Adamant rocke it had bene pight.
The beast impatient of his smarting wound,
And of so fierce and forcible despight,
Thought with his wings to stye aboueabove the ground;
But his late wounded wing vnseruiceableunserviceable found.
Then full of griefe and anguish vehement,
He lowdly brayd, that like was neuernever heard,
And from his wide deuouringdevouring ouenoven sent
A flake of fire, that flashing in his beard,
Him all amazd, and almost made affeard:
The scorching flame sore swinged all his face,
And through his armour all his bodie seard,
That he could not endure so cruell cace,
But thought his armes to leaueleave, and helmet to vnlaceunlace.
Not that great Champion of the antique world,
Whom famous Poetes verse so much doth daunt,
And hath for tweluetwelve huge labours high extold,
So many furies and sharpe fits did haunt,
When him the poysoned garment did enchaunt
With Centaures bloud, and bloudie verses charm’d,
As did this knight tweluetwelve thousand dolours daunt,
Whom fyrie steele now burnt, that earst him arm’d,
That erst him goodly arm’d, now most of all him harm’d.
Faint, wearie, sore, emboyled, grieuedgrieved, brent
With heat, toyle, wounds, armes, smart, & inward fire
That neuernever man such mischiefes did torment;
Death better were, death did he oft desire,
But death will neuernever come, when needes require.
Whom so dismayd when that his foe beheld,
He cast to suffer him no more respire,
But gan his sturdie sterne about to weld,
And him so strongly stroke, that to the ground him feld.
It fortuned (as faire it 29.1. then: thanthenthan befell)
Behind his backe vnweetingunweeting, where he stood,
Of auncient time there was a springing well,
From which fast trickled forth a siluersilver flood,
Full of great vertues, and for med’cine good.
Whylome, before that cursed Dragon got
That happie land, and all with innocent blood
Defyld those sacred waueswaves, it rightly hot
The well of life, ne yet his vertues had forgot.
For vntounto life the dead it could restore,
And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away,
Those that with sicknesse were infected sore,
It could recure, and aged long decay
Renew, as were borne that very day.
Both Silo this, and IordanJordan did excell,
And th’English Bath, and eke the german Spau,
Ne can Cephise, nor Hebrus match this well:
Into the same the knight backe ouerthrowenoverthrowen, fell.
Now gan the golden Phoebus for to steepe
His fierie face in billowes of the west,
And his faint steedes watred in Ocean deepe,
Whiles from their iournalljournall labours they did rest,
When that infernall Monster, hauinghaving kest
His wearie foe into that liuingliving well,
Can high aduance his broad discoloured brest,
AboueAbove his wonted pitch, with countenance fell,
And clapt his yron wings, as victor he did dwell.
Which when his pensiuepensive Ladie saw from farre,
Great woe and sorrow did her soule assay,
As weening that the sad end of the warre,
And gan to highest God entirely pray,
That feared chance from her to turne away;
With folded hands and knees full lowly bent
All night she watcht, ne once adowne would lay
Her daintie limbs in her sad dreriment,
But praying still did wake, and waking did lament.
The morrow next gan early to appeare,
That Titan rose to runne his daily race:
But early ere the morrow next gan reare
Out of the sea faire Titans deawy face,
VpUp rose the gentle virgin from her place,
And looked all about, if she might spy
Her louedloved knight to mouemove his manly pace:
For she had great doubt of his safety,
Since late she saw him fall before his enemy.
At last she saw where he vpstartedupstarted brauebrave
Out of the well, wherein he drenched lay;
As Eagle fresh out of the Ocean wauewave,
Where he hath left his plumes all hoary gray,
And deckt himselfe with feathers youthly gay,
Like Eyas hauke vpup mounts vntounto the skies,
His newly budded pineons to assay,
And marueiles at himselfe, still as he flies:
So new this new-borne knight to battell new did rise.
Whom when the damned feend so fresh did spy,
No wonder if he wondred at the sight,
And doubted, whether his late enemy
It were, or other new supplied knight.
He, now to proueprove his late renewed might,
High brandishing his bright deaw-burning blade,
VponUpon his crested scalpe so sore did smite,
That to the scull a yawning wound it made:
The deadly dint his dulled senses all dismaid.
I wote not, whether the reuengingrevenging steele
Were hardned with that holy water dew,
Wherein he fell, or sharper edge did feele,
Or his baptized hands now greater grew;
Or other secret vertue did ensew;
Else neuernever could the force of fleshly arme,
Ne molten mettall in his bloud embrew:
For till that stownd could neuernever wight him harme,
By subtilty, nor slight, nor might, nor mighty charme.
The cruell wound enraged him so sore,
That loud he yelded for exceeding paine;
As hundred ramping Lyons seem’d to rore,
Whom rauenousravenous hunger did thereto constraine:
Then gan he tosse aloft his stretched traine,
And therewith scourge the buxome aire so sore,
That to his force to yeelden it was faine;
Ne ought his sturdie strokes might stand afore,
That high trees ouerthrewoverthrew, and rocks in peeces tore.
The same aduauncingadvauncing high aboueabove his head,
With sharpe intended sting so rude him smot,
That to the earth him drouedrove, as stricken dead,
Ne liuingliving wight would hauehave him life behot:
The mortall sting his angry needle shot
Quite through his shield, and in his shoulder seasd,
Where fast it stucke, ne would there out be got:
The griefe thereof him wondrous sore diseasd,
Ne might his ranckling paine with patience be appeasd.
But yet more mindfull of his honour deare,
Then of the grieuousgrievous smart, which him did wring,
From loathed soile he can him lightly reare,
And strouestrove to loose the farre infixed string:
Which when in vaine he tryde with struggeling.
Inflam’d with wrath, his raging blade he heft,
And strooke so strongly, that the knotty string
Of his huge taile he quite a sunder cleft,
FiueFive ioyntsjoynts thereof he hewd, and but the stump him left.
Hart cannot thinke, what outrage, and what cryes,
With foule enfouldred smoake and flashing fire,
The hell-bred beast threw forth vntounto the skyes,
That all was coueredcovered with darknesse dire:
Then fraught with rancour, and engorged ire,
He cast at once him to auengeavenge for all,
And gathering vpup himselfe out of the mire,
With his vneuenuneven wings did fiercely fall
VponUpon his sunne-bright shield, and gript it fast withall.
Much was the man encombred with his hold,
In feare to lose his weapon in his paw,
Ne wist yet, how his talants to vnfoldunfold;
Nor harder was from Cerberus greedie iawjaw
To plucke a bone, 41.5. then: thanthenthan from his cruell claw
To reauereave by strength the griped gage away:
Thrise he assayd it from his foot to draw,
And thrise in vaine to draw it did assay,
It booted nought to thinke, to robbe him of his pray.
Tho when he saw no power might preuaileprevaile,
His trustie sword he cald to his last aid,
Wherewith he fiercely did his foe assaile,
And double blowes about him stoutly laid,
That glauncing fire out of the yron plaid;
As sparckles from the Anduile vseuse to fly,
When heauieheavie hammers on the wedge are swaid;
Therewith at last he forst him to vntyunty
One of his grasping feete, him to defend thereby.
The other foot, fast fixed on his shield,
Whenas no strength, nor stroks mote him constraine
To loose, ne yet the warlike pledge to yield,
He smot thereat with all his might and maine,
That nought so wondrous puissance might sustaine;
VponUpon the ioyntjoynt the lucky steele did light,
And made such way, that hewd it quite in twaine;
The paw yet missed not his minisht might,
But hong still on the shield, as it at first was pight.
For griefe thereof, and diuelishdivelish despight,
From his infernall fournace forth he threw
Huge flames, that dimmed all the heauensheavens light,
Enrold in duskish smoke and brimstone blew;
As burning Aetna from his boyling stew
Doth belch out flames, and rockes in peeces broke,
And ragged ribs of mountaines molten new,
Enwrapt in coleblacke clouds and filthy smoke,
That all the land with stench, and heauenheaven with horror choke.
The heate whereof, and harmefull pestilence
So sore him noyd, that forst him to retire
A little backward for his best defence,
To sauesave his bodie from the scorching fire,
Which he from hellish entrailes did expire.
It chaunst (eternall God that chaunce did guide)
As he recoyled backward, in the mire
His nigh forwearied feeble feet did slide,
And downe he fell, with dread of shame sore terrifide.
There grew a goodly tree him faire beside,
Loaden with fruit and apples rosie red,
As they in pure vermilion had beene dide,
Whereof great vertues ouerover all were red:
For happie life to all, which thereon fed,
And life eke euerlastingeverlasting did befall:
Great God it planted in that blessed sted
With his almightie hand, and did it call
The tree of life, the crime of our first fathers fall.
In all the world like was not to be found,
SaueSave in that soile, where all good things did grow,
And freely sprong out of the fruitfull ground,
As incorrupted Nature did them sow,
Till that dread Dragon all did ouerthrowoverthrow.
Another like faire tree eke grew thereby,
Whereof who so did eat, eftsoones did know
Both good and ill: O mornefull memory:
That tree through one mans fault hath doen vsus all to dy.
From that first tree forth flowd, as from a well,
A trickling streame of Balme, most souerainesoveraine
And daintie deare, which on the ground still fell,
And ouerflowedoverflowed all the fertill plaine,
As it had deawed bene with timely raine:
Life and long health that gratious ointment gauegave,
And deadly woundes could heale, and reare againe
The senselesse corse appointed for the grauegrave.
Into that same he fell: which did from death him sauesave.
For nigh thereto the euerever damned beast
Durst not approch, for he was deadly made,
And all that life preseruedpreserved, did detest:
Yet he it oft aduentur’d to inuadeinvade.
By this the drouping day-light gan to fade
And yeeld his roome to sad succeeding night,
Who with her sable mantle gan to shade
The face of earth, and wayes of liuingliving wight,
And high her burning torch set vpup in heauenheaven bright.
When gentle VnaUna saw the second fall
Of her deare knight, who wearie of long fight,
And faint through losse of bloud, mou’dmov’d not at all,
But lay as in a dreame of deepe delight,
Besmeard with pretious Balme, whose vertuous might
Did heale his wounds, and scorching heat alay,
Againe she stricken was with sore affright,
And for his safetie gan deuoutlydevoutly pray;
And watch the noyous night, and wait for ioyousjoyous day.
The ioyousjoyous day gan early to appeare,
And faire Aurora from the deawy bed
Of aged Tithone gan her selfe to reare,
With rosie cheekes, for shame as blushing red;
Her golden lockes for haste were loosely shed
About her eares, when VnaUna her did marke
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred;
From heauenheaven high to chase the chearelesse darke,
With merry note her loud salutes the mounting larke.
Then freshly vpup arose the doughtie knight,
All healed of his hurts and woundes wide,
And did himselfe to battell readie dight;
Whose early foe awaiting him beside
To hauehave deuourddevourd, so soone as day he spyde,
When now he saw himselfe so freshly reare,
As if late fight had nought him damnifyde,
He woxe dismayd, and gan his fate to feare;
Nathlesse with wonted rage he him aduauncedadvaunced neare.
And in his first encounter, gaping wide,
He thought attonce him to hauehave swallowd quight,
And rusht vponupon him with outragious pride;
Who him r’encountring fierce, as hauke in flight,
Perforce rebutted backe. The weapon bright
Taking aduantageadvantage of his open iawjaw,
Ran through his mouth with so importune might,
That deepe emperst his darksome hollow maw,
And back retyrd, his life bloud forth with all did draw.
So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath,
That vanisht into smoke and cloudes swift;
So downe he fell, that th’earth him vnderneathunderneath
Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift;
So downe he fell, as an huge rockie clift,
Whose false foundation waueswaves hauehave washt away,
With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift,
And rolling downe, great Neptune doth dismay;
So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay.
The knight himselfe eueneven trembled at his fall,
So huge and horrible a masse it seem’d;
And his deare Ladie, that beheld it all,
Durst not approch for dread, which she misdeem’d,
But yet at last, when as the direfull feend
She saw not stirre, off-shaking vaine affright,
She nigher drew, and saw that ioyousjoyous end:
Then God she praysd, and thankt her faithfull knight,
That had atchieu’d so great a conquest by his might.