Britomart chaceth Ollyphant,
findes Scudamour distrest:
Assayes the house of Busyrane,
where Loues spoyles are exprest.
[1]
O Hatefull hellish Snake, what furie furst
Brought thee from balefull house of Proserpine,
Where in her bosome she thee long had nurst,
And fostred vpup with bitter milke of tine,
Fowle Gealosie, that turnest louelove diuinedivine
To ioylessejoylesse dread, and mak’st the louingloving hart
With hatefull thoughts to languish and to pine,
And feed it selfe with selfe-consuming smart?
Of all the passions in the mind thou vilest art.
[2]
O let him far be banished away,
And in his stead let LoueLove for euerever dwell,
Sweet LoueLove, that doth his golding wings embay
In blessed Nectar, and pure Pleasures well,
VntroubledUntroubled of vile feare, or bitter fell.
And ye faire Ladies, that your kingdomes make
In th’harts of men, them gouernegoverne wisely well,
And of faire Britomart ensample take,
That was as trew in louelove, as Turtle to her make.
[3]
Who with Sir Satyrane, as earst ye red,
Forth ryding from Malbeccoes hostlesse hous,
Far off aspyde a young man, the which fled
From an huge Geaunt, that with hideous
And hatefull outrage long him chaced thus;
It was that Ollyphant, the brother deare
Of that Argante vile and vitious,
From whom the Squire of Dames was reft whylere;
This all as bad as she, and worse, if worse ought were.
[4]
For as the sister did in feminine
And filthy lust exceede all woman kind,
So he surpassed his sex masculine,
In beastly vseuse that I did euerever find;
Whom when as Britomart beheld behind
The fearefull boy so greedily pursew,
She was emmouedemmoved in her noble mind,
T’employ her puissaunce to his reskew,
And pricked fiercely forward, where she him did vew.
[5]
Ne was Sir Satyrane her far behinde,
But with like fiercenesse did ensew the chace:
Whom when the Gyaunt saw, he soone resinde
His former suit, and from them fled apace;
They after both, and boldly bad him bace,
And each did striuestrive the other to out-goe,
But he them both outran a wondrous space,
For he was long, and swift as any Roe,
And now made better speed, t’escape his feared foe.
[6]
It was not Satyrane, whom he did feare,
But Britomart the flowre of chastity;
For he the powre of chast hands might not beare,
But alwayes did their dread encounter fly:
And now so fast his feet he did apply,
That he has gotten to a forrest neare,
Where he is shrowded in security.
The wood they enter, and search eueryevery where,
They searched diuerselydiversely, so both diuideddivided were.
[7]
Faire Britomart so long him followed,
That she at last came to a fountaine sheare,
By which there lay a knight all wallowed
VponUpon the grassy ground, and by him neare
His haberieonhaberjeon, his helmet, and his speare;
A little off, his shield was rudely throwne,
On which the winged boy in colours cleare
Depeincted was, full easie to be knowne,
And he thereby, where euerever it in field was showne.
[8]
His face vponupon the ground did grouelinggroveling ly,
As if he had bene slombring in the shade,
That the brauebrave Mayd would not for courtesy,
Out of his quiet slomber him abrade,
Nor seeme too suddeinly him to inuadeinvade:
Still as she stood, she heard with grieuousgrievous throb
Him grone, as if his hart were peeces made,
And with most painefull pangs to sigh and sob,
That pitty did the Virgins hart of patience rob.
[9]
At last forth breaking into bitter plaintes
He said; soueraigne Lord that sit’st on hye,
And raignst in blis emongst thy blessed Saintes,
How suffrest thou such shamefull cruelty,
So long vnwreakedunwreaked of thine enimy?
Or hast thou, Lord, of good mens cause no heed?
Or doth thy iusticejustice sleepe, and silent ly?
What booteth 1596.bk3.III.xi.9.8. then: thanthenthan the good and righteous deed,
If goodnesse find no grace, nor righteousnesse no meed?
[10]
If good find grace, and righteousnesse reward,
Why 1596.bk3.III.xi.10.2. then: thanthenthan is Amoret in caytiuecaytive band,
Sith that more bounteous creature neuernever far’d
On foot, vponupon the face of liuingliving land?
Or if that heauenlyheavenly iusticejustice may withstand
The wrongfull outrage of vnrighteousunrighteous men,
Why 1596.bk3.III.xi.10.7. then: thanthenthan is Busirane with wicked hand
Suffred, these seuenseven monethes day in secret den
My Lady and my louelove so cruelly to pen?
[11]
My Lady and my louelove is cruelly pend
In dolefull darkenesse from the vew of day,
Whilest deadly torments do her chast brest rend,
And the sharpe steele doth riuerive her hart in tway,
All for she Scudamore will not denay.
Yet thou vile man, vile Scudamore art sound,
Ne canst her ayde, ne canst her foe dismay:
VnworthyUnworthy wretch to tread vponupon the ground,
For whom so faire a Lady feeles so sore a wound.
[12]
There an huge heape of singulfes did oppresse
His strugling soule, and swelling throbs empeach
His foltring toung with pangs of drerinesse,
Choking the remnant of his plaintife speach,
As if his dayes were come to their last reach.
Which when she heard, and saw the ghastly fit,
Threatning into his life to make a breach,
Both with great ruth and terrour she was smit,
Fearing least from her cage the wearie soule would flit.
[13]
Tho stooping downe she him amouedamoved light;
Who therewith somewhat starting, vpup gan looke,
And seeing him behind a straunger knight,
Whereas no liuingliving creature he mistooke,
With great indignaunce he that sight forsooke,
And downe againe himselfe disdainefully
AbiectingAbjecting, th’earth with his faire forhead strooke:
Which the bold Virgin seeing, gan apply
Fit medcine to his griefe, and spake thus courtesly.
[14]
Ah gentle knight, whose deepe conceiuedconceived griefe
Well seemes t’exceede the powre of patience,
Yet if that heauenlyheavenly grace some good reliefe
You send, submit you to high prouidenceprovidence,
And euerever in your noble hart prepense,
That all the sorrow in the world is lesse,
Then vertues might, and values confidence,
For who nill bide the burden of distresse,
Must not here thinke to liuelive: for life is wretchednesse.
[15]
Therefore, faire Sir, do comfort to you take,
And freely read, what wicked felon so
Hath outrag’d you, and thrald your gentle make.
Perhaps this hand may helpe to ease your woe,
And wreake your sorrow on your cruell foe,
At least it faire endeuourendevour will apply.
Those feeling wordes so neare the quicke did goe,
That vpup his head he reared easily,
And leaning on his elbow, these few wordes let fly.
[16]
What boots it plaine, that cannot be redrest,
And sow vaine sorrow in a fruitlesse eare,
Sith powre of hand, nor skill of learned brest,
Ne worldly price cannot redeeme my deare,
Out of her thraldome and continuall feare?
For he the tyraunt, which her hath in ward
By strong enchauntments and blacke Magicke leare,
Hath in a dungeon deepe her close embard,
And many dreadfull feends hath pointed to her gard.
[17]
There he tormenteth her most terribly,
And day and night afflicts with mortall paine,
Because to yield him louelove she doth deny,
Once to me yold, not to be yold againe:
But yet by torture he would her constraine
LoueLove to conceiueconceive in her disdainfull brest;
Till so she do, she must in doole remaine,
Ne may by liuingliving meanes be thence relest:
What boots it 1596.bk3.III.xi.17.9. then: thanthenthan to plaine, that cannot be redrest?
[18]
With this sad hersall of his heauyheavy stresse,
The warlike Damzell was empassiond sore,
And said; Sir knight, your cause is nothing lesse,
Then is your sorrow, certes if not more;
For nothing so much pitty doth implore,
As gentle Ladies helplesse misery.
But yet, if please ye listen to my lore,
I will with proofe of last extremity,
DeliuerDeliver her fro thence, or with her for you dy.
[19]
Ah gentlest knight aliuealive, (said Scudamore)
What huge heroicke magnanimity
Dwels in thy bounteous brest? what couldst thou more,
If she were thine, and thou as now am I?
O spare thy happy dayes, and them apply
To better boot, but let me dye, that ought;
More is more losse: one is enough to dy.
Life is not lost, (said she) for which is bought
Endlesse renowm, that more 1596.bk3.III.xi.19.9. then: thanthenthan death is to be sought.
[20]
Thus she at length perswaded him to rise,
And with her wend, to see what new successe
Mote him befall vponupon new enterprise;
His armes, which he had vowed to disprofesse,
She gathered vpup and did about him dresse,
And his for wandred steed vntounto him got:
So forth they both yfere make their progresse,
And march not past the mountenaunce of a shot.
Till they arriu’darriv’d, whereas their purpose they did plot.
[21]
There they dismounting, drew their weapons bold
And stoutly came vntounto the Castle gate;
Whereas no gate they found, them to withhold,
Nor ward to wait at morne and eueningevening late,
But in the Porch, that did them sore amate,
A flaming fire, ymixt with smouldry smoke,
And stinking Sulphure, that with griesly hate
And dreadfull horrour did all entraunce choke,
Enforced them their forward footing to reuokerevoke.
[22]
Greatly thereat was Britomart dismayd,
Ne in that stownd wist, how her selfe to beare;
For daunger vaine it were, to hauehave assayd
That cruell element, which all things feare,
Ne none can suffer to approchen neare:
And turning backe to Scudamour, thus sayd;
What monstrous enmity prouokeprovoke we heare,
Foolhardy as th’Earthes children, the which made
Battell against the Gods? so we a God inuadeinvade.
[23]
Daunger without discretion to attempt,
Inglorious and beastlike is:therefore Sir knight,
Aread what course of you is safest dempt,
And how we with our foe may come to fight.
This is (quoth he) the dolorous despight,
Which earst to you I playnd: for neither may
This fire be quencht by any wit or might,
Ne yet by any meanes remou’dremov’d away,
So mighty be th’enchauntments, which the same do stay.
[24]
What is there else, but cease these fruitlesse paines,
And leaueleave me to my former languishing;
Faire Amoret must dwell in wicked chaines,
And Scudamore here dye with sorrowing.
Perdy not so; (said she) for shamefull thing
It were t’abandon noble cheuisauncechevisaunce,
For shew of perill, without venturing:
Rather let try extremities of chaunce,
Then enterprised prayse for dread to disauauncedisavaunce.
[25]
Therewith resolu’dresolv’d to proueprove her vtmostutmost might,
Her ample shield she threw before her face,
And her swords point directing forward right,
Assayld the flame, the which eftsoones gauegave place,
And did it selfe diuidedivide with equall space,
That through she passed; as a thunder bolt
Perceth the yielding ayre, and doth displace
The soring clouds into sad showres ymolt;
So to her yold the flames, and did their force reuoltrevolt.
[26]
Whom whenas Scudamour saw past the fire,
Safe and vntouchtuntoucht, he likewise gan assay,
With greedy will, and enuiousenvious desire,
And bad the stubborne flames to yield him way:
But cruell Mulciber would not obay
His threatfull pride, but did the more augment
His mighty rage, and with imperious sway
Him forst(maulgre) his fiercenesse to relent,
And backe retire, all scorcht and pitifully brent.
[27]
With huge impatience he inly swelt,
More for great sorrow, that he could not pas,
Then for the burning torment, which he felt,
That with fell woodnesse he effierced was,
And wilfully him throwing on the gras,
Did beat and bounse his head and brest full sore;
The whiles the Championesse now entred has
The vtmostutmost rowme, and past the formest dore,
The vtmostutmost rowme, abounding with all precious store.
[28]
For round about, the wals yclothed were
With goodly arras of great maiestymajesty,
WouenWoven with gold and silke so close and nere,
That the rich metall lurked priuilyprivily,
As faining to be hid from enuiousenvious eye;
Yet here, and there, and eueryevery where vnwares
It shewd it selfe, and shone vnwillinglyunwillingly;
Like a discolourd Snake, whose hidden snares
Through the greene gras his long bright burnisht backe declares.
[29]
And in those Tapets weren fashioned
Many faire pourtraicts, and many a faire feate,
And all of louelove, and all of lusty-hed,
As seemed by their semblaunt did entreat;
And eke all Cupids warres they did repeate,
And cruell battels, which he whilome fought
Gainst all the Gods, to make his empire great;
Besides the huge massacres, which he wrought
On mighty kings and kesars, into thraldome brought.
[30]
Therein was writ, how often thundring IoueJove
Had felt the point of his hart-percing dart,
And leauingleaving heauensheavens kingdome, here did rouerove
In straunge disguize, to slake his scalding smart;
Now like a Ram, faire Helle to peruartpervart,
Now like a Bull, Europa to withdraw:
Ah, how the fearefull Ladies tender hart
Did liuelylively seeme to tremble, wheh she saw
The huge seas vnderunder her t’obay her seruauntsservaunts law.
[31]
Soone after that into a golden showre
Him selfe he chaung’d faire Dana to vew,
And through the roofe of her strong brasen towre
Did raine into her lap an hony dew,
The whiles her foolish garde, that little knew
Of such deceipt, kept th’yron dore fast bard,
And watcht, that none should enter nor issew;
Vaine was the watch, and bootlesse all the ward,
Whenas the God to golden hew him selfe transfard.
[32]
Then was he turnd into a snowy Swan,
To win faire Leda to his louelylovely trade:
O wondrous skill, and sweet wit of the man,
That her in daffadillies sleeping made,
From scorching heat her daintie limbes to shade:
Whiles the proud Bird ruffing his fethers wyde,
And brushing his faire brest, did her inuadeinvade;
She slept, yet twixt her eyelids closely spyde,
How towards her he rusht, and smiled at his pryde.
[33]
Then shewd it, how the Thebane Semelee
Deceiu’d of gealous IunoJuno, did require
To see him in his soueraigne maiesteemajestee,
Armd with his thunderbolts and lightning fire,
Whence dearely she with death bought her desire.
But faire Alcmena better match did make,
IoyingJoying his louelove in likenesse more entire;
Three nights in one, they say, that for her sake
He 1596.bk3.III.xi.33.9. then: thanthenthan did put, her pleasures lenger to partake.
[34]
Twise was he seene in soaring Eagles shape,
And with wide wings to beat the buxome ayre,
Once, when he with Asterie did scape,
Againe, when as the TroianeTrojane boy so faire
He snatcht from Ida hill, and with him bare:
Wondrous delight it was, there to behould,
How the rude Shepheards after him did stare,
Trembling through feare, least down he fallen should,
And often to him calling, to take surer hould.
[35]
In Satyres shape Antiopa he snatcht:
And like a fire, when he Aegin’ assayd:
A shepheard, when Mnemosyne he catcht:
And like a Serpent to the Thracian mayd.
Whiles thus on earth great IoueJove these pageaunts playd,
The winged boy did thrust into his throne,
And scoffing, thus vntounto his mother sayd,
Lo now the heauensheavens obey to me alone,
And take me for their IoueJove, whiles IoueJove to earth is gone.
[36]
And thou, faire Phoebus, in thy colours bright
Wast there enwouenenwoven, and the sad distresse,
In which that boy thee plonged, for despight,
That thou bewray’dst his mothers wantonnesse,
When she with Mars was meynt in ioyfulnessejoyfulnesse:
For thy he thrild thee with a leaden dart,
To louelove faire Daphne, which thee louedloved lesse:
Lesse she thee lou’dlov’d, 1596.bk3.III.xi.36.8. then: thanthenthan was thy iustjust desart,
Yet was thy loue her death, & her death was thy smart.
[37]
So louedstlovedst thou the lusty Hyacinct,
So louedstlovedst thou the faire Coronis deare:
Yet both are of thy haplesse hand extinct,
Yet both in flowres do liuelive, and louelove thee beare,
The one a Paunce, the other a sweet breare:
For griefe whereof, ye mote hauehave liuelylively seene
The God himselfe rending his golden heare,
And breaking quite his gyrlond euerever greene,
With other signes of sorrow and impatient teene.
[38]
Both for those two, and for his owne deare sonne,
The sonne of Climene he did repent,
Who bold to guide the charet of the Sunne,
Himselfe in thousand peeces fondly rent,
And all the world with flashing fier brent,
So like, that all the walles did seeme to flame.
Yet cruell Cupid, not herewith content,
Forst him eftsoones to follow other game,
And louelove a Shepheards daughter for his dearest Dame.
[39]
He louedloved Isse for his dearest Dame,
And for her sake her cattell fed a while,
And for her sake a cowheard vile became,
The seruantservant of Admetus cowheard vile,
Whiles that from heauenheaven he suffered exile.
Long were to tell each other louelylovely fit,
Now like a Lyon, hunting after spoile,
Now like a Stag, now like a faulcon flit:
All which in that faire arras was most liuelylively writ.
[40]
Next vntounto him was Neptune pictured,
In his diuinedivine resemblance wondrous lyke:
His face was rugged, and his hoarie hed
Dropped with brackish deaw; his three-forkt Pyke
He stearnly shooke, and therewith fierce did stryke
The raging billowes, that on eueryevery syde
They trembling stood, and made a long broad dyke,
That his swift charet might hauehave passage wyde,
Which foure great Hippodames did draw in temewise tyde.
[41]
His sea-horses did seeme to sport amayne,
And from their nosethrilles blow the brynie streame,
That made the sparckling waueswaves to smoke agayne,
And flame with gold, but the white fomy creame,
Did shine with siluersilver, and shoot forth his beame.
The God himselfe did pensiuepensive seeme and sad,
And hong adowne his head, as he did dreame:
For priuyprivy louelove his brest empierced had,
Ne ought but deare Bisaltis ay could make him glad.
[42]
He louedloved eke Iphimedia deare,
And Aeolus faire daughter Arne hight.
For whom he turnd him selfe into a Steare,
And fed on fodder, to beguile her sight.
Also to win Deucalions daughter bright,
He turnd him selfe into a Dolphin fayre;
And like a winged horse he tooke his flight,
To snaky-locke Medusa to repayre,
On whom he got faire Pegasus, that flitteth in the ayre.
[43]
Next Saturne was (but who would euerever weene,
That sullein Saturne euerever weend to louelove?
Yet louelove is sullein, and Saturnlike seene,
As he did for Erigone it proueprove.)
That to a Centaure did him selfe transmouetransmove.
So proou’dproov’d it eke that gracious God of wine,
When for to compasse Philliras hard louelove,
He turnd himselfe into a fruitfull vine,
And into her faire bosome made his grapes decline.
[44]
Long were to tell the amorous assayes,
And gentle pangues, with which he maked meeke
The mighty Mars, to learne his wanton playes:
How oft for Venus, and how often eek
For many other Nymphes he sore did shreek,
With womanish teares, and with vnwarlikeunwarlike smarts,
PriuilyPrivily moystening his horrid cheek.
There was he painted full of burning darts,
And many wide woundes launched through his inner parts,
[45]
Ne did he spare(so cruell was the Elfe)
His owne deare mother,(ah why should he so?
Ne did he spare sometime to pricke himselfe,
That he might tast the sweet consuming woe,
Which he had wrought to many others moe.
But to declare the mournfull Tragedyes,
And spoiles, wherewith he all the ground did strow,
More eath to number, with how many eyes
High heauenheaven beholds sad louerslovers nightly theeueryestheeveryes.
[46]
Kings Queenes, Lords Ladies, Knights & Damzels gent
Were heap’d together with the vulgar sort,
And mingled with the raskall rablement,
Without respect of person or of port,
To shew Dan Cupids powre and great effort:
And round about a border was entrayld,
Of broken bowes and arrowes shiueredshivered short,
And a long bloudy riuerriver through them rayld,
So liuelylively and so like, that liuingliving sence it fayld.
[47]
And at the vpperupper end of that faire rowme,
There was an Altar built of pretious stone,
Of passing valew, and of great renowme,
On which there stood an Image all alone,
Of massy gold, which with his owne light shone;
And wings it had with sundry colours dight,
More sundry colours, 1596.bk3.III.xi.47.7. then: thanthenthan the proud PauonePavone
Beares in his boasted fan, or Iris bright,
When her discolourd bow she spreds through heauensheavens bright.
[48]
Blindfold he was, and in his cruell fist
A mortall bow and arrowes keene did hold,
With which he shot at randon, when him list,
Some headed with sad lead, some with pure gold;
(Ah man beware, how thou those darts behold)
A wounded Dragon vnderunder him did ly,
Whose hideous tayle his left foot did enfold,
And with a shaft was shot through either eye,
That no man forth might draw, ne no man remedye.
[49]
And vnderneathunderneath his feet was written thus,
VntoUnto the Victor of the Gods this bee:
And all the people in that ample hous
Did to that image bow their humble knee,
And oft committed fowle Idolatree.
That wondrous sight faire Britomart amazed,
Ne seeing could her wonder satisfie,
But euermoreevermore and more vponupon it gazed,
The whiles the passing brightnes her fraile sences dazed.
[50]
Tho as she backward cast her busie eye,
To search each secret of that goodly sted,
OuerOver the dore thus written she did spye
Be bold: she oft and oft it ouer-redover-red,
Yet could not find what sence it figured:
But what so were therein or writ or ment,
She was no whit thereby discouraged
From prosecuting of her first intent,
But forward with bold steps into the next roome went.
[51]
Much fairer, 1596.bk3.III.xi.51.1. then: thanthenthan the former, was that roome,
And richlier by many partes arayd:
For not with arras made in painefull loome,
But with pure gold it all was ouerlaydoverlayd,
Wrought with wilde Antickes, which their follies playd,
In the rich metall, as they liuingliving were:
A thousand monstrous formes therein were made,
Such as false louelove doth oft vponupon him weare?
For louelove in thousand monstrous formes doth oft appeare.
[52]
And all about, the glistring walles were hong
With warlike spoiles, and with victorious prayes,
Of mighty Conquerours and Captaines strong,
Which were whilome captiuedcaptived in their dayes
To cruell louelove, and wrought their owne decayes:
Their swerds & speres were broke, & hauberques rent;
And their proud girlonds of tryumphant bayes
Troden in dust with fury insolent,
To shew the victors might and mercilesse intent.
[53]
The warlike Mayde beholding earnestly
The goodly ordinance of this rich place,
Did greatly wonder ne could satisfie
Her greedy eyes with gazing a long space,
But more she meruaildmervaild that no footings trace,
Nor wight appear’d, but wastefull emptinesse,
And solemne silence ouerover all that place:
Straunge thing it seem’d, that none was to possesse
So rich purueyancepurveyance, ne them keepe with carefulnesse.
[54]
And as she lookt about, she did behold,
How ouerover that same dore was likewise writ,
Be bold, be bold, and eueryevery where Be bold,
That much she muz’d, yet could not construe it
By any ridling skill, or commune wit.
At last she spyde at that roomes vpperupper end,
Another yron dore, on which was writ,
Be not too bold; whereto though she did bend
Her earnest mind, yet wist not what it might intend.
[55]
Thus she there waited vntilluntill euentydeeventyde,
Yet liuingliving creature none she saw appeare:
And now sad shadowes gan the world to hyde,
From mortall vew, and wrap in darkenesse dreare;
Yet nould she d’off her weary armes, for feare
Of secret daunger, ne let sleepe oppresse
Her heauyheavy eyes with natures burdein deare,
But drew her selfe aside in sickernesse,
And her welpointed weapons did about her dresse.
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