Prince Arthur heares of Florimell:
three fosters Timias wound,
Belphebe finds him almost dead,
and reareth out of sownd.
VV Onder it is to see, in diuersediverse minds,
How diuerslydiversly louelove doth his pageants play,
And shewes his powre in variable kinds:
The baser wit, whose idle thoughts alway
Are wont to cleauecleave vntounto the lowly clay,
It stirreth vpup to sensuall desire,
And in lewd slouth to wast his carelesse day:
But in brauebrave sprite it kindles goodly fire,
That to all high desert and honour doth aspire.
Ne suffereth it vncomelyuncomely idlenesse,
In his free thought to build her sluggish nest:
Ne suffereth it thought of vngentlenesseungentlenesse,
EuerEver to creepe into his noble brest,
But to the highest and the worthiest
Lifteth it vpup, that else would lowly fall:
It lets not fall, it lets it not to rest:
It lets not scarse this Prince to breath at all,
But to his first poursuit him forward still doth call.
Who long time wandred through the forrest wyde,
To finde some issue thence, till that at last
He met a Dwarfe, that seemed terrifyde
With some late perill, which he hardly past,
Or other accident, which him aghast;
Of whom he asked, whence he lately came,
And whither now he trauelled so fast:
For sore he swat, and running through that same
Thicke forest, was bescratcht, & both his feet nigh lame.
Panting for breath, and almost out of hart,
The Dwarfe him answerd, Sir, ill mote I stay
To tell the same. I lately did depart
From Faery court, where I hauehave many a day
SeruedServed a gentle Lady of great sway,
And high accompt through out all Elfin land,
Who lately left the same, and tooke this way:
Her now I seeke, and if ye vnderstandunderstand
Which way she fared hath, good Sir tell out of hand.
What mister wight (said he) and how arayd?
Royally clad (quoth he) in cloth of gold,
As meetest may beseeme a noble mayd;
Her faire lockes in rich circlet be enrold,
A fairer wight did neuernever Sunne behold,
And on a Palfrey rides more white 5.6. then: thanthenthan snow,
Yet she her selfe is whiter manifold:
The surest signe, whereby ye may her know,
Is, that she is the fairest wight aliuealive, I trow.
Now certes swaine (said he) such one I weene,
Fast flying through this forest from her fo,
A foule ill fauouredfavoured foster, I hauehave seene;
Her selfe, well as I might, I reskewd tho,
But could not stay; so fast she did foregoe,
Carried away with wings of speedy feare.
Ah dearest God (quoth he) that is great woe,
And wondrous ruth to all, that shall it heare.
But can ye read Sir, how I may her find, or where.
Perdy me leuerlever were to weeten that,
(Said he) 7.2. then: thanthenthan ransome of the richest knight,
Or all the good that euerever yet I gat:
But froward fortune, and too forward Night
Such happinesse did, maulgre, to me spight,
And fro me reft both life and light attone.
But Dwarfe aread, what is that Lady bright,
That through this forest wandreth thus alone;
For of her errour straunge I hauehave great ruth and mone.
That Lady is (quoth he) where so she bee,
The bountiest virgin, and most debonaire,
That euerever liuing eye I weene did see;
LiuesLives none this day, that may with her compare
In stedfast chastitie and vertue rare,
The goodly ornaments of beautie bright;
And is ycleped Florimell the faire,
Faire Florimell belou’dbelov’d of a many a knight,
Yet she louesloves none but one, that Marinell is hight.
A Sea-nymphes sonne, that Marinell is hight,
Of my deare Dame is louedloved dearely well;
In other none, but him, she sets delight,
All her delight is set on Marinell;
But he sets nought at all by Florimell:
For Ladies louelove his mother long ygoe
Did him, they say, forwarne through sacred spell.
But fame now flies, that of a forreine foe
He is yslaine, which is the ground of all our woe.
FiueFive dayes there be, since he (they say) was slaine,
And foure, since Florimell the Court for-went,
And vowed neuernever to returne againe,
Till him aliuealive or dead she did inuentinvent.
Therefore, faire Sir, for louelove of knighthood gent,
And honour of trew Ladies, if ye may
By your good counsell, or bold hardiment,
Or succour her, or me direct the way;
Do one, or other good, I you most humbly pray.
So may ye gaine to you full great renowme,
Of all good Ladies through the world so wide,
And haply in her hart find highest rowme,
Of whom ye seeke to be most magnifide:
At least eternall meede shall you abide.
To whom the Prince; Dwarfe, comfort to thee take,
For till thou tidings learne, what her betide,
I here auowavow thee neuernever to forsake.
Ill weares he armes, that nill them vseuse for Ladies sake.
So with the Dwarfe he backe return’d againe,
To seeke his Lady, where he mote her find;
But by the way he greatly gan complaine
The want of his good Squire late left behind,
For whom he wondrous pensiuepensive grew in mind,
For doubt of daunger, which mote him betide;
For him he louedloved aboueabove all mankind,
HauingHaving him trew and faithfull euerever tride,
And bold, as euerever Squire that waited by knights side.
Who all this while full hardly was assayd
Of deadly daunger, which to him betid;
For whiles his Lord pursewd that noble Mayd,
After that foster fowle he fiercely rid,
To bene auengedavenged of the shame, he did
To that faire Damzell: Him he chaced long
Through the thicke woods, wherein he would hauehave hid
His shamefull head from his auengementavengement strong.
And oft him threatned death for his outrageous wrong.
Nathlesse the villen sped himselfe so well,
Whether through swiftnesse of his speedy beast,
Or knowledge of those woods, where he did dwell,
That shortly he from daunger was releast,
And out of sight escaped at the least;
Yet not escaped from the dew reward
Of his bad deeds, which dayly he increast,
Ne ceased not, till him oppressed hard
The heauyheavy plague, that for such leachours is prepard.
For soone as he was vanisht out of sight,
His coward courage gan emboldned bee,
And cast t’auenge him of that fowle despight,
Which he had borne of his bold enimee.
Tho to his brethren came: for they were three
VngratiousUngratious children of one gracelesse sire,
And vntounto them complained, how that he
Had vsedused bene of that foolehardy Squire;
So them with bitter words he stird to bloudy ire.
Forthwith themseluesthemselves with their sad instruments
Of spoyle and murder they gan arme byliuebylive,
And with him forth into the forest went,
To wreake the wrath, which he did earst reuiuerevive
In their sterne brests, on him which late did driuedrive
Their brother to reproch and shamefull flight:
For they had vow’d, that neuernever he aliuealive
Out of that forest should escape their might;
Vile rancour their rude harts had fild with such despight.
Within that wood there was a couertcovert glade,
Foreby a narrow foord, to them well knowne,
Through which it was vneathuneath for wight to wade;
And now by fortune it was ouerflowneoverflowne:
By that same way they knew that Squire vnknowneunknowne
Mote algates passe; for thy themseluesthemselves they set
There in await, with thicke woods ouerover growne,
And all the while their malice they did whet
With cruell threats, his passage through the ford to let.
It fortuned, as they deuizeddevized had,
The gentle Squire came ryding that same way,
VnweetingUnweeting of their wile and treason bad,
And through the ford to passen did assay;
But that fierce foster, which late fled away,
Stoutly forth stepping on the further shore,
Him boldly bad his passage there to stay,
Till he had made amends, and full restore
For all the damage, which he had him doen afore.
With that at him a quiu’ringquiv’ring dart he threw,
With so fell force and villeinous despighte,
That through his haberieonhaberjeon the forkehead flew,
And through the linked mayles empierced quite,
But had no powre in his soft flesh to bite:
That stroke the hardy Squire did sore displease,
But more that him he could not come to smite;
For by no meanes the high banke he could sease,
But labour’d long in that deepe ford with vaine disease.
And still the foster with his long bore-speare
Him kept from landing at his wished will;
Anone one sent out of the thicket neare
A cruell shaft, headed with deadly ill,
And fethered with an vnluckyunlucky quill;
The wicked steele stayd not, till it did light
In his left thigh, and deepely did it thrill:
Exceeding griefe that wound in him empight,
But more that with his foes he could not come to fight.
At last through wrath and vengeaunce making way,
He on the bancke arriu’darriv’d with mickle paine,
Where the third brother him did sore assay,
And drouedrove at him with all his might and maine
A forrest bill, which both his hands did straine;
But warily he did auoideavoide the blow,
And with his speare requited him againe,
That both his sides were thrilled with the throw,
And a large streame of bloud out of the wound did flow.
He tombling downe, with gnashing teeth did bite
The bitter earth, and bad to let him in
Into the balefull house of endlesse night,
Where wicked ghosts do waile their former sin.
Tho gan the battell freshly to begin;
For nathemore for that spectacle bad,
Did th’other two their cruell vengeaunce blin,
But both attonce on both sides him bestad,
And load vponupon him layd, his life for to hauehave had.
Tho when that villain he auiz’daviz’d, which late
Affrighted had the fairest Florimell,
Full of fiers fury, and indignant hate,
To him he turned, and with rigour fell
Smote him so rudely on the Pannikell,
That to the chin he cleft his head in twaine:
Downe on the ground his carkas grouelinggroveling fell;
His sinfull soule with desperate disdaine,
Out of her fleshly ferme fled to the place of paine.
That seeing now the onely last of three,
Who with that wicked shaft him wounded had,
Trembling with horrour, as that did foresee
The fearefull end of his auengementavengement sad,
Through which he follow should his brethren bad,
His bootelesse bow in feeble hand vpcaughtupcaught,
And therewith shot an arrow at the lad;
Which faintly fluttring, scarce his helmet raught,
And glauncing fell to ground, but him annoyed naught.
With that he would hauehave fled into the wood;
But Timias him lightly ouerhentoverhent,
Right as he entring was into the flood,
And strooke at him with force so violent,
That headlesse him into the foord he sent:
The carkas with the streame was carried downe,
But th’head fell backeward on the Continent.
So mischieffel vponupon the meaners crowne;
They three be dead with shame, the Squire liueslives with renowne.
He liueslives, but takes small ioyjoy of his renowne;
For of that cruell wound he bled so sore,
That from his steed he fell in deadly swowne;
Yet still the bloud forth gusht in so great store,
That he lay wallowd all in his owne gore.
Now God thee keepe, thou gentlest Squire aliuealive,
Else shall thy louingloving Lord thee see no more,
But both of comfort him thou shalt depriuedeprive,
And eke thy selfe of honour, which thou didst atchiueatchive.
ProuidenceProvidence heauenlyheavenly passeth liuingliving thought,
And doth for wretched mens reliefe make way;
For loe great grace or fortune thither brought
Comfort to him, that comfortlesse now lay.
In those same woods, ye well remember may,
How that a noble hunteresse did wonne,
She, that base Braggadochio did affray,
And made him fast out of the forrest runne;
Belphoebe was her name, as faire as Phoebus sunne.
She on a day, as she pursewd the chace
Of some wild beast, which with her arrowes keene
She wounded had, the same along did trace
By tract of bloud, which she had freshly seene,
To hauehave besprinckled all the grassy greene;
By the great persue, which she there perceau’dperceav’d,
Well hoped she the beast engor’d had beene,
And made more hast, the life to hauehave bereau’d:
But ah, her expectation greatly was deceau’ddeceav’d.
Shortly she came, whereas that woefull Squire
With bloud deformed, lay in deadly swownd:
In whose faire eyes, like lamps of quenched fire,
The Christall humour stood congealed rownd;
His locks, like faded leauesleaves fallen to grownd,
Knotted with bloud, in bounches rudely ran,
And his sweete lips, on which before that stownd
The bud of youth to blossome faire began,
Spoild of their rosie red, were woxen pale and wan.
Saw neuernever liuingliving eye more heauyheavy sight,
That could hauehave made a rocke of stone to rew,
Or riuerive in twaine: which when that Lady bright
Besides all hope with melting eyes did vew,
All suddeinly abasht she chaunged hew,
And with sterne horrour backward gan to start:
But when she better him beheld, she grew
Full of soft passion and vnwontedunwonted smart:
The point of pitty perced through her tender hart.
Meekely she bowed downe, to weete if life
Yet in his frosen members did remaine,
And feeling by his pulses beating rife,
That the weake soule her seat did yet retaine,
She cast to comfort him with busie paine:
His double folded necke she reard vprightupright,
And rubd his temples, and each trembling vaine;
His mayled haberieonhaberjeon she did vndightundight,
And from his head his heauyheavy burganet did light
Into the woods thenceforth in hast she went,
To seeke for hearbes, that mote him remedy;
For she of hearbes had great intendiment,
Taught of the Nymphe, which from her infancy
Her nourced had in trew Nobility:
There, whether it diuinedivine Tobacco were,
Or Panacha, or Polygony,
She found, and brought it to her patient deare
Who al this while lay bleeding out his hart-bloud neare.
The soueraigne weede betwixt two marbles plaine
She pownded small, and did in peeces bruze,
And 33.3. then: thanthenthan atweene her lilly handes twaine,
Into his wound the iuyce thereof did scruze,
And round about, as she could well it vzeuze,
The flesh therewith she suppled and did steepe,
T’abate all spasme, and soke the swelling bruze,
And after hauinghaving searcht the intuse deepe,
She with her scarfe did bind the wound fro[m] cold to keepe.
By this he had sweete life recur’d againe,
And groning inly deepe, at last his eyes,
His watry eyes, drizling like deawy raine,
He vpup gan lift toward the azure skies,
From whence descend all hopelesse remedies:
Therewith he sigh’d, and turning him aside,
The goodly Mayd full of diuinitiesdivinities,
And gifts of heauenlyheavenly grace he by him spide,
Her bow and gilden quiuerquiver lying him beside.
Mercy deare Lord (said he) what grace is this,
That thou hast shewed to me sinfull wight,
To send thine Angell from her bowre of blis,
To comfort me in my distressed plight?
Angell, or Goddesse do I call thee right?
What seruiceservice may I do vntounto thee meete,
That hast from darkenesse me returnd to light,
And with thy heauenlyheavenly saluessalves and med’cines sweete,
Hast drest my sinfull wounds? I kisse thy blessed feete.
Thereat she blushing said, Ah gentle Squire,
Nor Goddesse I, nor Angell, but the Mayd,
And daughter of a woody Nymphe, desire
No seruiceservice, but thy safety and ayd;
Which if thou gaine, I shalbe well apayd.
We mortall wights, whose liueslives and fortunes bee
To commun accidents still open layd,
Are bound with commun bond of frailtee,
To succour wretched wights, whom we captiuedcaptived see.
By this her Damzels, which the former chace
Had vndertakenundertaken after her arriu’darriv’d,
As did Belphoebe, in the bloudy place,
And thereby deemd the beast had bene depriu’ddepriv’d
Of life, whom late their Ladies arrow ryu’dryv’d:
For thy, the bloudy tract they follow fast,
And eueryevery one to runne the swiftest stryu’dstryv’d;
But two of them the rest far ouerpastoverpast,
And where their Lady was, arriuedarrived at the last.
Where when they saw that goodly boy, with blood
Defowled, and their Lady dresse his wownd,
They wondred much, and shortly vnderstoodunderstood,
How him in deadly case their Lady fownd,
And reskewed out of the heauyheavy stownd.
Eftsoones his warlike courser, which was strayd
Farre in the woods, whiles that he lay in swownd,
She made those Damzels search, which being stayd,
They did him set thereon, and forthwith them conuaydconvayd.
Into that forest farre they thence him led,
Where was their dwelling, in a pleasant glade,
With mountaines round about enuironedenvironed,
And mighty woods, which did the valley shade,
And like a stately Theatre it made,
Spreading it selfe into a spatious plaine.
And in the midst a little riuerriver plaide
Emongst the pumy stones, which seemd to plaine
With gentle murmure, that his course they did restraine.
Beside the same a dainty place there lay,
Planted with mirtle trees and laurels greene,
In which the birds song many a louelylovely lay
Of gods high prayse, and of their louesloves sweet teene,
As it an earthly Paradize had beene:
In whose enclosed shadow there was pight
A faire PauilionPavilion, scarcely to be seene,
The which was all within most richly dight,
That greatest Princes liuingliving it mote well delight.
Thither they brought that wounded Squire, and layd
In easie couch his feeble limbes to rest,
He rested him a while, and 41.3. then: thanthenthan the Mayd
His ready wound with better saluessalves new drest;
Dayly she dressed him, and did the best
His grieuousgrievous hurt to garish, that she might,
That shortly she his dolour hath redrest,
And his foule sore reduced to faire plight:
It she reduced, but himselfe destroyed quight.
O foolish Physick, and vnfruitfullunfruitfull paine,
That heales vpup one and makes another wound:
She his hurt thigh to him recur’d againe,
But hurt his hart, the which before was sound,
Through an vnwaryunwary dart, which did rebound
From her faire eyes and gracious countenaunce.
What bootes it him from death to be vnbound,
To be captiuedcaptived in endlesse duraunce
Of sorrow and despaire without aleggeaunce?
Still as his wound did gather, and grow hole,
So still his hart woxe sore, and health decayd:
Madnesse to sauesave a part, and lose the whole.
Still whenas he beheld the heauenlyheavenly Mayd,
Whiles dayly plaisters to his wound she layd,
So still his Malady the more increast,
The whiles her matchlesse beautie him dismayd.
Ah God, what other could he do at least,
But louelove so faire a Lady, that his life releast?
Long while he strouestrove in his courageous brest,
With reason dew the passion to subdew,
And louelove for to dislodge out of his nest:
Still when her excellencies he did vew,
Her soueraigne bounty, and celestiall hew,
The same to louelove he strongly was constraind:
But when his meane estate he did renew,
He from such hardy boldnesse was restraind,
And of his lucklesse lot and cruell louelove thus plaind.
VnthankfullUnthankfull wretch (said he) is this the meed,
With which her soueraigne mercy thou doest quight?
Thy life she sauedsaved by her gracious deed,
But thou doest weene with villeinous despight,
To blot her honour, and her heauenlyheavenly light.
Dye rather, dye, 45.6. then: thanthenthan so disloyally
Deeme of her high desert, or seeme so light:
Faire death it is to shonne more shame, to dy:
Dye rather, dy, 45.9. then: thanthenthan euerever louelove disloyally.
But if to louelove disloyalty it bee,
Shall I 46.2. then: thanthenthan hate her, that from deathes dore
Me brought? ah farre be such reproch fro mee.
What can I lesse do, 46.4. then: thanthenthan her louelove therefore,
Sith I her dew reward cannot restore:
Dye rather, dye, and dying do her serueserve,
Dying her serueserve, and liuingliving her adore;
Thy life she gauegave, thy life she doth deseruedeserve:
Dye rather, dye, 46.9. then: thanthenthan euerever from her seruiceservice swerueswerve.
But foolish boy, what bootes thy seruiceservice bace
To her, to whom the heauensheavens do serueserve and sew?
Thou a meane Squire, of meeke and lowly place,
She heauenlyheavenly borne, and of celestiall hew.
How 47.5. then: thanthenthan? of all louelove taketh equall vew:
And doth not highest God vouchsafe to take
The louelove and seruiceservice of the basest crew?
If she will not, dye meekly for her sake;
Dye rather, dye, 47.9. then: thanthenthan euerever so faire louelove forsake.
Thus warreid he long time against his will,
Till that through weaknesse he was forst at last,
To yield himselfe vntounto the mighty ill:
Which as a victour proud, gan ransack fast
His inward parts, and all his entrayles wast,
That neither bloud in face, nor life in hart
It left, but both did quite drye vpup, and blast;
As percing leuinlevin, which the inner part
Of eueryevery thing consumes, and calcineth by art.
Which seeing faire Belphoebe, gan to feare,
Least that his wound were inly well not healed,
Or that the wicked steele empoysned were:
Litle she weend, that louelove he close concealed;
Yet still he wasted, as the snow congealed,
When the bright sunne his beams thereon doth beat;
Yet neuernever he his hart to her reuealedrevealed,
But rather chose to dye for sorrow great,
Then with dishonorable termes her to entreat.
She gracious Lady, yet no paines did spare,
To do him ease, or do him remedy:
Many RestoratiuesRestoratives of vertues rare,
And costly Cordialles she did apply,
To mitigate his stubborne mallady:
But that sweet Cordiall, which can restore
A loue-sick hart, she did to him enuyenvy;
To him, and to all th’vnworthy world forlore
She did enuyenvy that soueraigne saluesalve, in secret store.
That dainty Rose, the daughter of her Morne,
More deare 51.2. then: thanthenthan life she tendered, whose flowre
The girlond of her honour did adorne:
Ne suffred she the Middayes scorching powre,
Ne the sharp Northerne wind thereon to showre,
But lapped vpup her silken leauesleaves most chaire,
When so the froward skye began to lowre:
But soone as calmed was the Christall aire,
She did it faire dispred, and let to florish faire.
Eternall God in his almighty powre,
To make ensample of his heauenlyheavenly grace,
In Paradize whilome did plant this flowre,
Whence he it fetcht out of her natiuenative place,
And did in stocke of earthly flesh enrace,
That mortall men her glory should admire
In gentle Ladies brest, and bounteous race
Of woman kind it fairest flowre doth spire,
And beareth fruit of honour and all chast desire.
Faire ympes of beautie, whose bright shining beames
Adorne the world with like to heauenlyheavenly light,
And to your willes both royalties and Realmes
Subdew, through conquest of your wondrous might,
With this faire flowre your goodly girlonds dight,
Of chastity and vertue virginall,
That shall embellish more your beautie bright,
And crowne your heades with heauenlyheavenly coronall,
Such as the Angels weare before Gods tribunall.
To youre faire seluesselves a faire ensample frame,
Of this faire virgin, this Belphoebe faire,
To whom in perfect louelove, and spotlesse fame
Of chastitie, none liuingliving may compaire:
Ne poysnous EnuyEnvy iustlyjustly can empaire
The prayse of her fresh flowring Maidenhead;
For thy she standeth on the highest staire
Of th’honorable stage of womanhead,
That Ladies all may follow her ensample dead.
In so great prayse of stedfast chastity,
Nathlesse she was so curteous and kind,
Tempred with grace, and goodly modesty,
That seemed those two vertues strouestrove to find
The higher place in her Heroick mind:
So striuingstriving each did other more augment,
And both encreast the prayse of woman kind,
And both encreast her beautie excellent;
So all did make in her a perfect complement.