Guyon by Archimage abusd,
The Redcrosse knight awaytes,
Findes Mordant and AmauiaAmavia slaine
With pleasures poisoned baytes.
T Hat cunning Architect of cancred guile,
Whom Princes late displeasure left in bands,
For falsed letters and suborned wile,
Soone as the Redcrosse knight he vnderstandsunderstands,
To beene departed out of Eden lands,
To serueserve againe his souerainesoveraine Elfin Queene,
His artes he mouesmoves, and out of caytiuescaytives hands
Himselfe he frees by secret meanes vnseeneunseene;
His shackles emptie left, him selfe escaped cleene.
And forth he fares full of malicious mind,
To worken mischiefe and auengingavenging woe,
Where euerever he that godly knight may find,
His onely hart sore, and his onely foe,
Sith VnaUna now he algates must forgoe,
Whom his victorious hands did earst restore
To natiuesnatives crowne and kingdome late ygoe:
Where she enioyes sure peace for euermoreevermore,
As weather-beaten ship arriu’darriv’d on happie shore.
Him therefore now the obiectobject of his spight
And deadly food he makes: him to offend
By forged treason, or by open fight
He seekes, of all his drift the aymed end:
Thereto his subtile engins he does bend
His practick wit, and his faire filed tong,
With thousand other sleights: for well he kend,
His credit now in doubtfull ballaunce hong;
For hardly could be hurt, who was already stong.
Still as he went, he craftie stales did lay.
With cunning traines him to entrap vnwaresunwares,
And priuie spials plast in all his way,
To weete what course he takes, and how he fares;
To ketch him at a vantage in his snares.
But now so wise and warie was the knight
By triall of his former harmes and cares,
That he descride, and shonned still his slight:
The fish that once was caught new bait will hardly bite.
Nath’lesse th’Enchaunter would not spare his paine,
In hope to win occasion to his will;
Which when he long awaited had in vaine,
He chaungd his minde from one to other ill:
For to all good he enimy was still.
VponUpon the way him fortuned to meet,
Faire marching vnderneathunderneath a shady hill,
A goodly knight, all armd in harnesse meete,
That from his head no place appeared to his feete.
His carriage was full comely and vprightupright,
His countenaunce demure and temperate,
But yet so sterne and terrible in sight,
That cheard his friends, and did his foes amate:
He was an Elfin borne of noble state,
And mickle worship in his natiuenative land;
Well could he tourney and in lists debate,
And knighthood tooke of good Sir Huons hand,
When with king Oberon he came to Faerie land.
Him als accompanyd vponupon the way
A comely Palmer, clad in blacke attire,
Of ripest yeares, and haires all hoarie gray,
That with a staffe his feeble steps did stire,
Least his long way his aged limbes should tire:
And if by lookes one may the mind aread,
He seemd to be a sage and sober sire,
And euerever with slow pace the knight did lead,
Who taught his trampling steed with equall steps to tread.
Such whenas Archimago them did view,
He weened well to worke some vncouthuncouth wile,
Eftsoones vntwistinguntwisting his deceiptfull clew,
He gan to weaueweave a web of wicked guile,
And with a faire countenance and flattring stile,
To them approching, thus the knight bespake:
Faire sonne of Mars, that seeke with warlike spoile.
And great atchieu’mentsatchiev’ments great your selfe to make,
Vouchsafe to stay your steed for humble misers sake.
He stayd his steed for humble misers sake,
And bad tell on the tenor of his plaint;
Who feigning 9.3. then: thanthenthan in eueryevery limbe to quake,
Through inward feare, and seeming pale and faint
With piteous mone his percing speach gan paint;
Deare Lady how shall I declare thy cace,
Whom late I left in langourous constraint?
Would God thy selfe now present were in place,
To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win thee grace.
Or rather would, O would it so had chaunst,
That you, most noble Sir, had present beene,
When that lewd ribauld with vile lust aduaunstadvaunst
Layd first his filthy hands on virgin cleene,
To spoile her daintie corse so faire and sheene,
As on the earth, great mother of vsus all,
With liuingliving eye more faire was neuernever seene,
Of chastitie and honour virginall:
Witnesse ye heauẽs, whom she in vaine to helpe did call.
How may it be, (said 11.1. then: thanthenthan the knight halfe wroth,)
That knight should knighthood euerever so hauehave shent?
None but that saw (quoth he) would weene for troth,
How shamefully that Maid he did torment.
Her looser golden lockes he rudely rent,
And drew her on the ground, and his sharpe sword,
Against her snowy brest be fiercely bent,
And threatned death with many a bloudie word;
Toung hates to tell the rest, that eye to see abhord.
Therewith amouedamoved from his sober mood,
And liueslives he yet (said he) that wrought this act,
And doen the heauensheavens afford him vitall food?
He liueslives, (quoth he) and boasteth of the fact,
Ne yet hath any knight his courage crackt.
Where may that treachour 12.6. then: thanthenthan (said he) be found,
Or by what meanes may I his footing tract?
That shall I shew (said he) as sure, as hound
The strickẽ Deare doth chalenge by the bleeding wound.
He staid not lenger talke, but with fierce ire
And zealous hast away is quickly gone
To seeke that knight, where him that craftie Squire
Supposd to be. They do arriuearrive anone,
Where sate a gentle Lady all alone,
With garments rent, and haire discheueleddischeveled,
Wringing her hands, and making piteous mone;
Her swollen eyes were much disfigured,
And her faire face with teares was fowly blubbered.
The knight approching nigh, thus to her said,
Faire Ladie, through foule sorrow ill bedight,
Great pittie is to see you thus dismaid
And marre the blossome of your beautie bright:
For thy appease your griefe and heauieheavie plight,
And tell the cause of your conceiuedconceived paine.
For if he liuelive, that hath you doen despight;
He shall you doe due recompence againe,
Or else his wrong with greater puissance maintaine.
Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise,
She wilfully her sorrow did augment,
And offred hope of comfort did despise:
Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent,
And scratcht her face with ghastly dreriment,
Ne would she speake, ne see, ne yet be seene,
But hid her visage, and her head downe bent,
Either for grieuousgrievous shame, or for great teene,
As if her hart with sorrow had transfixed beene.
Till her that Squire bespake, Madame my liefe,
For Gods deare louelove be not so wilfull bent,
But doe vouchsafe now to receiuereceive reliefe,
The which good fortune doth to you present.
For what bootes it to weepe and to wayment,
When ill is chaunst, but doth the ill increase,
And the weake mind with double woe torment
When she her Squire heard speake, she gan appease
Her voluntarie paine, and feele some secret ease.
Eftsoone she said, Ah gentle trustie Squire,
What comfort can I wofull wretch conceaueconceave,
Or why should euerever I henceforth desire,
To see faire heauensheavens face, and life not leaueleave,
Sith that false Traytour did my honour reauereave?
False traytour certes (said the Faerie knight)
I read the man, that euerever would deceauedeceave
A gentle Ladie, or her wrong through might:
Death were too little paine for such a foule despight.
But now, faire Ladie, comfort to you make,
And read, who hath ye wrought this shamefull plight.
That short reuengerevenge the man may ouertakeovertake,
Where so he be and soone vponupon him light.
Certes (saide she) I wote not how he hight,
But vnderunder him a gray steede did he wield,
Whose sides with dapled circles weren dight;
VprightUpright he rode, and in his siluersilver shield
He bore a bloudie Crosse, that quartred all the field.
Now by my head (said Guyon) much I muse,
How that same knight should do so foule amis,
Or euerever gentle Damzell so abuse:
For may I boldly say, he surely is
A right good knight, and true of word ywis:
I present was, and can it witnesse well,
When armes he swore, and streight did enterpris
Th’aduenture of the Errant damozell,
In which he hath great glorie wonne, as I heare tell.
Nathlesse he shortly shall againe be tryde,
And fairely quite him of th’imputed blame,
Else be ye sure he dearely shall abyde,
Or make you good amendment for the same:
All wrongs hauehave mends, but no amends of shame.
Now therefore Ladie, rise out of your paine,
And see the saluingsalving of your blotted name.
Full loth she seemd thereto, but yet did faine;
For she was inly glad her purpose so to gaine.
Her purpose was not such, as she did faine,
Ne yet her person such, as it was seene,
But vnderunder simple shew and semblant plaine
Lurckt false Duessa secretly vnseeneunseene,
As a chast Virgin, that wronged beene:
So had false Archimago her disguisd,
To cloke her guile with sorrow and sad teene;
And eke himselfe had craftily deuisddevisd
To be her Squire, and do her seruiceservice well aguisd.
Her late forlorne and naked he had found,
Where she did wander in waste wildernesse,
Lurking in rockes and cauescaves farre vnderunder ground,
And with greene mosse cou’ringcov’ring her nakednesse,
To hide her shame and loathly filthinesse;
Sith her Prince Arthur of proud ornaments
And borrow’d beautie spoyld. Her nathelesse
Th’enchaunter finding fit for his intents,
Did thus reuestrevest, and deckt with due habiliments.
For all he did, was to deceiuedeceive good knights,
And draw them from pursuit of praise and fame,
To slug in slouth and sensuall delights,
And end their daies with irrenowmed shame.
And now exceeding griefe him ouercameovercame,
To see the Redcrosse thus aduauncedadvaunced hye;
Therefore this craftie engine he did frame,
Against his praise to stirre vpup enmitye
Of such, as vertues like mote vntounto him allye.
So now he Guyon guides an vncouthuncouth way
Through woods & mountaines, till they came at last
Into a pleasant dale, that lowly lay
Betwixt two hils, whose high heads ouerplastoverplast,
The valley did with coole shade ouercastovercast,
Through midst thereof a little riuerriver rold,
By which there sate a knight with helme vnlast,
Himselfe refreshing with the liquid cold,
After his trauelltravell long, and labours manifold.
Loe yonder he, cryde Archimage alowd,
That wrought the shamefull fact, which I did shew;
And now he doth himselfe in secret shrowd,
To flie the vengeance for his outrage dew;
But vaine: for ye shall dearely do him rew,
So God ye speed, and send you good successe;
Which we farre off will here abide to vew.
So they him left, inflam’d with wrathfulnesse,
That streight against that knight his speare he did addresse.
Who seeing him from farre so fierce to pricke,
His warlike armes about him gan embrace,
And in the rest his readie speare did sticke;
Tho when as still he saw him towards pace,
He gan rencounter him in equall race.
They bene ymet, both readie to affrap,
When suddenly that warrriour gan abace
His threatned speare, as if some new mishap
Had him betidde, or hidden daunger did entrap.
And cryde, Mercie Sir knight, and mercie Lord,
For mine offence and heedlesse hardiment,
That had almost committed crime abhord,
And with reprochfull shame mine honour shent,
Whiles cursed steele against that badge I bent,
The sacred badge of my Redeemers death,
Which on your shield is set for ornament:
But his fierce foe his steede could stay vneathuneath,
Who prickt with courage kene, did cruell battell breath.
But when he heard him speake, streight way he knew
His error, and himselfe inclyning sayd;
Ah deare Sir Guyon, well becommeth you,
But me behouethbehoveth rather to vpbraydupbrayd,
Whose hastie hand so farre from reason strayd,
That almost it did haynous violence
On that faire image of that heauenlyheavenly Mayd,
That decks and armes your shield with faire defence:
Your court’sie takes on you anothers due offence.
So bene they both attone, and doen vpreareupreare
Their beuersbevers bright, each other for to greete;
Goodly comportance each to other beare,
And entertaine themseluesthemselves with court’sies meet.
Then said the Redcrosse knight, Now mote I weet,
Sir Guyon, why with so fierce saliaunce,
And fell intent ye did at earst me meet;
For sith I know your goodly gouernauncegovernaunce,
Great cause, I weene, you guided, or some vncouthuncouth chaunce.
Certes (said he) well mote I shame to tell
The fond encheason, that me hither led.
A false infamous faitour late befell
Me for to meet, that seemed ill bested,
And playnd of grieuousgrievous outrage, which he red
A knight had wrought against a Ladie gent;
Which to auengeavenge, he to this place me led,
Where you he made the marke of his intent,
And now is fled; foule shame him follow, where he went.
So can he turne his earnest vntounto game,
Through goodly handing and wise temperance.
By this his aged guide in presence came;
Who soone as on that knight his eye did glance,
Eft soones of him had perfect cognizance,
Sith him in Faerie court he late auizdavizd;
And said, faire sonne, God giuegive you happie chance,
And that deare Crosse vponupon your shield deuizddevizd,
Wherewith aboueabove all knights ye goodly seeme aguizd.
IoyJoy may you hauehave, and euerlastingeverlasting fame,
Of late most hard atchieu’mentatchiev’ment by you donne,
For which enrolled is your glorious name
In heauenlyheavenly Registers aboueabove the Sunne,
Where you a Saint with Saints your seat hauehave wonne:
But wretched we, where ye hauehave left your marke,
Must now anew begin, like race to runne;
God guide thee, Guyon, well to end thy warke,
And to the wished hauenhaven bring thy weary barke.
Palmer, (him answered the Redcrosse knight)
His be the praise, that this atchieu’mentatchiev’ment wrought,
Who made my hand the organ of his might;
More 33.4. then: thanthenthan goodwill to me attribute nought:
For all I did, I did but as I ought.
But you, faire Sir, whose pageant next ensewes,
Well mote yee thee, as well can wish your thought,
That home ye may report these happie newes;
For well ye worthie bene for worth and gentle thewes.
So courteous conge both did giuegive and take,
With right hands plighted, pledges of good will.
Then Guyon forward gan his voyage make,
With his blacke Palmer, that him guided still.
Still he him guided ouerover dale and hill,
And with his steedie staffe did point his way:
His race with reason, and with words his will,
From foule intemperance he oft did stay,
And suffred not in wrath his hastie steps to stray.
In this faire wize they traueildtraveild long yfere,
Through many hard assayes, which did betide;
Of which he honour still away did beare,
And spred his glorie through all countries wide.
At last as chaunst them by a forest side
To passe, for succour from the scorching ray,
They heard a ruefull voice, that dearnly cride
With percing shriekes, and many a dolefull lay;
Which to attend, a while their forward steps they stay.
But if that carelesse heauensheavens (quoth she) despise
The doome of iustjust reuengerevenge, and take delight
To see sad pageants of mens miseries,
As bound by them to liuelive in liueslives despight,
Yet can they not warne death from wretched wight.
Come 36.6. then: thanthenthan, come soone, come sweetest death to mee,
And take away this long lent loathed light:
Sharpe by thy wounds, but sweet the medicines bee,
That long captiuedcaptived soules from wearie thraldome free.
But thou, sweet Babe, whom frowning froward fate
Hath made sad witnesse of thy fathers fall,
Sith heauenheaven thee deignes to hold in liuingliving state,
Long maist thou liuelive, and better thriuethrive withall,
Then to thy lucklesse parents did befall:
LiueLive thou, and to thy mother dead attest,
That cleare she dide from blemish criminall;
Thy litle hands embrewd in bleeding brest
Loe I for pledges leaueleave. So giuegive me leaueleave to rest.
With that a deadly shrieke she forth did throw,
That through the wood reecchoed againe,
And after gauegave a grone so deepe and low,
That seemd her tender heart was rent in twaine,
Or thrild with point of thorough piercing paine;
As gentle Hynd, whose sides with cruell steele
Through launched, forth her bleeding life does raine,
Whiles the sad pang approching she does feele,
Brayes out her latest breath, and vpup her eyes doth seele.
Which when that warriour heard, dismounting straict
From his tall steed, he rusht into the thicke,
And soone arriuedarrived, where that sad pourtraict
Of death and labour lay, halfe dead, halfe quicke,
In whose white alabaster brest did sticke
A cruell knife, that made a griesly wound,
From which forth gusht a streme of gorebloud thick,
That all her goodly garments staind around,
And into a deepe sanguine dide the grassie ground.
Pittifull spectacle of deadly smart,
Beside a bubbling fountaine low she lay,
Which she increased with her bleeding hart,
And the cleane waueswaves with purple gold did ray;
Als in her lap a louelylovely babe did play
His cruell sport, in stead of sorrow dew;
For in her streaming blood he did embay
His litle hands, and tender ioynts embrew;
Pitifull spectacle, as euerever eye did view.
Besides them both, vponupon the soiled gras
The dead corse of an armed knight was spred,
Whose armour all with bloud besprinckled was;
His ruddie lips did smile, and rosy red
Did paint his chearefull cheekes, yet being ded,
Seemd to hauehave beene a goodly personage,
Now in his freshest flowre of lustie hed,
Fit to inflame faire Lady with louesloves rage,
But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of his age.
Whom when the good Sir Guyon did behold,
His hart gan wexe as starke, as marble stone,
And his fresh bloud did frieze with fearefull cold,
That all his senses seemd bereft attone,
At last his mightie ghost gan deepe to grone,
As Lyon grudging in his great disdaine,
Mournes inwardly, and makes to himselfe mone;
Till ruth and fraile affection did constraine,
His stout courage to stoupe, and shew his inward paine.
Out of her gored wound the cruell steele
He lightly snatcht, and did the floudgate stop
With his faire garment: 43.3. then: thanthenthan gan softly feele
Her feeble pulse, to proueprove if any drop
Of liuingliving bloud yet in her veynes did hop;
Which when he felt to mouemove, he hoped faire
To call backe life to her forsaken shop;
So well he did her deadly wounds repaire,
That at the last she gan to breath out liuingliving aire.
Which he perceiuingperceiving greatly gan reioicerejoice,
And goodly counsell, that for wounded hart
Is meetest med’cine, tempred with sweet voice;
Ay me, deare Lady, which the image art
Of ruefull pitie, and impatient smart,
What direfull chance, armd with reuengingrevenging fate,
Or cursed hand hath plaid this cruell part,
Thus fowle to hasten your vntimelyuntimely date;
Speake, O deare Lady speake: help neuernever comes too late.
Therewith her dim eie-lids she vpup gan reare,
On which the drery death did sit, as sad
As lump of lead, and made darke clouds appeare;
But when as him all in bright armour clad
Before her standing she espied had,
As one out of a deadly dreame affright,
She weakely started, yet she nothing drad:
Streight downe againe her selfe in great despight,
She grouelinggroveling threw to ground, as hating life and light.
The gentle knight her soone with carefull paine
VpliftedUplifted light, and softly did vpholduphold:
Thrise he her reard, and thrise she sunke againe,
Till he his armes about her sides gan fold,
And to her said; Yet if the stony cold
HaueHave not all seized on your frozen hart,
Let one word fall that may your griefe vnfoldunfold,
And tell the secret of your mortall smart;
He oft finds present helpe, who does his griefe impart.
Then casting vpup a deadly looke, full low,
Shee sight from bottome of her wounded brest,
And after, many bitter throbs did throw
With lips full pale and foltring tongue opprest,
These words she breathed forth from riuenriven chest;
LeaueLeave, ah leaueleave off, what euerever wight thou bee,
To let a wearie wretch from her dew rest,
And trouble dying soules tranquilitee.
Take not away now got, which none would giuegive to me.
Ah farre be it (said he) Deare dame fro mee,
To hinder soule from her desired rest,
Or hold sad life in long captiuiteecaptivitee:
For all I seeke, is but to hauehave redrest
The bitter pangs, that doth your heart infest.
Tell 48.6. then: thanthenthan, ô Lady tell, what fatall priefe
Hath with so huge misfortune you opprest?
That I may cast to compasse your reliefe,
Or die with you in sorrow, and partake your griefe.
With feeble hands 49.1. then: thanthenthan stretched forth on hye,
As heauenheaven accusing guiltie of her death,
And with dry drops congealed in her eye,
In these sad words she spent her vtmostutmost breath:
Heare 49.5. then: thanthenthan, ô man, the sorrowes that vneathuneath
My tongue can tell, so farre all sense they pas:
Loe this dead corpse, that lies here vnderneathunderneath,
The gentlest knight, that euerever on greene gras
Gay steed with spurs did pricke, the good Sir Mortdant was.
Was, (ay the while, that he is not so now)
My Lord my louelove; my deare Lord, my deare louelove,
So long as heauensheavens iustjust with equall brow
Vouchsafed to behold vsus from aboueabove,
One day when him high courage did emmoueemmove,
As wont ye knights to seeke aduenturesadventures wilde,
He pricked forth, his puissant force to proueprove,
Me 50.8. then: thanthenthan he left enwombed of this child,
This lucklesse child, whom thus ye see with bloud defild.
Him fortuned (hard fortune ye may ghesse)
To come, where vile Acrasia does wonne,
Acrasia a false enchaunteresse,
That many errant knights hath foule fordonne:
Within a wandring Island, that doth ronne
And stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is,
Faire Sir, if euerever there ye trauelltravell, shonne
The cursed land where many wend amis,
And know it by the name; it hight the Bowre of blis.
Her blisse is all in pleasure and delight,
Wherewith she makes her louerslovers drunken mad,
And 52.3. then: thanthenthan with words & weedes of wondrous might,
On them she workes her will to vsesuses bad:
My lifest Lord she thus beguiled had;
For he was flesh: (all flesh doth frailtie breed.)
Whom when I heard to beene so ill bestad,
Weake wretch I wrapt my selfe in Palmers weed,
And cast to seeke him forth through daunger and great dreed.
Now had faire Cynthia by eueneven tournes
Full measured three quarters of her yeare,
And thrise three times had fild her crooked hornes,
Whenas my wombe her burdein would forbeare,
And bad me call Lucina to me neare.
Lucina came: a manchild forth I brought:
The woods, the Nymphes, my bowres, my midwiuesmidwives weare,
Hard helpe at need. So deare thee babe I bought,
Yet nought too deare I deemd, while so my dear I sought.
Him so I sought, and so at last I found,
Where him that witch had thralled to her will,
In chaines of lust and lewd desires ybound,
And so transformed from his former skill,
That me he knew not, neither his owne ille;
Till through wise handling and faire gouernance,
I him recured to a better will,
Purged from drugs of foule intemperance:
Then meanes I gan deuisedevise for his deliuerancedeliverance.
Which when the vile Enchaunteresse perceiu’dperceiv’d,
How that my Lord from her I would repriuereprive,
With cup thus charmd, him parting she deceiu’ddeceiv’d;
Sad verse, giuegive death to him that death does giuegive,
And losse of louelove, to her that louesloves to liuelive,
So soone as Bacchus with the Nymphe does lincke,
So parted we and on our iourneyjourney driuedrive,
Till comming to this well, he stoupt to drincke:
The charme fulfild, dead suddenly he downe did sincke.
Which when I wretch, Not one word more she sayd
But breaking off, the end for want of breath,
And slyding soft, as downe to sleepe her layd,
And ended all her woe in quiet death.
That seeing good Sir Guyon, could vneathuneath
From teares abstaine, for griefe his hart did grate,
And from so heauieheavie sight his head did wreath,
Accusing fortune, and too cruell fate,
Which plunged had faire Ladie in so wretched state.
Then turning to his Palmer said, Old syre
Behold the image of mortalitie,
And feeble nature cloth’d with fleshly tyre,
When raging passion with fierce tyrannie
Robs reason of her due regalitie,
And makes it seruant to her basest part:
The strong it weakens with infirmitie,
And with bold furie armes the weakest hart;
The strong through pleasure soonest falles, the weake through smart.
But temperance (said he) with golden squire
Betwixt them both can measure out a meane,
Neither to melt in pleasures whot desire,
Nor fry in hartlesse griefe and dolefull teene.
Thrise happie man, who fares them both atweene:
But sith this wretched woman ouercomeovercome
Of anguish, rather 58.7. then: thanthenthan of crime hath beene,
ReserueReserve her cause to her eternall doome,
And in the meane vouchsafe her honorable toombe.
Palmer (quoth he) death is an euillevill doome
To good and bad, the common Inne of rest;
But after death the tryall is to come,
When best shall be to them, that liuedlived best:
But both alike, when death hath both supprest,
Religious reuerencereverence doth buriall teene,
Which who so wants, wants so much of his rest:
For all so great shame after death I weene,
As selfe to dyen bad, vnburiedunburied bad to beene.
So both agree their bodies to engraueengrave;
The great earthes wombe they open to the sky,
And with sad Cypresse seemely it embraueembrave,
Then coueringcovering with a clod their closed eye,
They lay therein those corses tenderly,
And bid them sleepe in euerlastingeverlasting peace.
But ere they did their vtmostutmost obsequy,
Sir Guyon more affection to increace,
Bynempt a sacred vow, which none should aye releace.
The dead knights sword out of his sheath he drew,
With which he cut a locke of all their heare,
Which medling with their bloud and earth, he threw
Into the grauegrave, and gan deuoutlydevoutly sweare;
Such and such euillevill God on Guyon reare,
And worse and worse young Orphane be thy paine,
If I or thou dew vengeance doe forbeare,
Till guiltie bloud her guerdon doe obtaine:
So shedding many teares, they closd the earth againe.