Fayre Britomart sauessaves Amoret,
Duessa discord breedes
Twixt Scudamour and Blandamour:
Their fight and warlike deedes.
louerslovers sad calamities of old,
Full many piteous stories doe remaine,
But none more piteous euerever was ytold,
1.4. Then: ThanThenThan that of Amorets hart-binding chaine,
And this of Florimels
The deare compassion of whose bitter fit
My softened heart so sorely doth constraine,
That I with teares full oft doe pittie it,
And oftentimes doe wish it neuernever had bene writ.
For from the time that Scudamour her bought
In perilous fight, she neuernever
A perilous fight when he with force her brought
From twentie Knights, that did him all assay:
Yet fairely well he did them all dismay:
And with great glorie both the shield of louelove,
And eke the Ladie selfe he brought away,
Whom hauinghaving wedded as did him behouebehove,
A new unknownenunknownen mischiefe did from him remoueremove.
For that same vile Enchauntour Busyran,
The very selfe same day that she was wedded,
Amidst the bridale feast, whilest eueryevery man
Surcharg’d with wine, were heedlesse and ill hedded,
All bent to mirth before the bride was bedded,
Brought in that mask of louelove which late was showen:
And there the Ladie ill of friends bestedded,
By way of sport, as oft in maskes is knowen,
ConueyedConveyed quite away to liuingliving wight vnknownenunknownen.
SeuenSeven moneths he so her kept in bitter smart,
Because his sinfull lust she would not serueserve,
VntillUntill such time as noble Britomart
Released her, that else was like to steruesterve,
Through cruell knife that her deare heart did keruekerve.
And now she is with her vponupon the way,
Marching in louelylovely wise, that could deseruedeserve
No spot of blame, though spite did oft assay
To blot her with dishonor of so faire a pray.
Yet should it be a pleasant tale, to tell
vsageusage and demeanure daint,
That each to other made, as oft befell.
For Amoret right fearefull was and faint,
Lest she with blame her honor should attaint,
That euerieeverie word did tremble as she spake,
And euerieeverie looke was coy, and wondrous quaint,
And euerieeverie limbe that touched her did quake:
Yet could she not but curteous coũtenancecountenance to her make.
For well she wist, as true it was indeed,
That her liueslives Lord and patrone of her health
Right well deserueddeserved as his duefull meed,
Her louelove, her seruiceservice, and her vtmostutmost wealth.
All is his iustlyjustly, that all freely dealth:
Nathlesse her honor dearer 6.6. then: thanthenthan her life,
She sought to sauesave, as thing reseru’dreserv’d from stealth;
Die had she leuerlever with Enchanters knife,
6.9. Then: ThanThenThan to be false in louelove, profest a virgine wife.
Thereto her feare was made so much the greater
Through fine abusion of that Briton mayd:
Who for to hide her fained sex the better,
And maske her wounded mind, both did and sayd
Full many things so doubtfull to be wayd,
That well she wist not what by them to gesse,
For other whiles to her she purpos made
Of louelove, and otherwhiles of lustfulnesse;
That much she feard his mind would grow to
His will she feard; for him she surely thought
To be a man, such as indeed he seemed,
And much the more, by that he lately wrought,
When her from deadly thraldome he redeemed,
For which no seruiceservice she too much esteemed,
Yet dread of shame, and doubt of fowle dishonor
Made her not yeeld so much, as due she deemed.
Yet Britomart attended duly on her,
As well became a knight, and did to her all honor.
It so befell one eueningevening, that they came
VntoUnto a Castell, lodged there to bee,
Where many a knight, and many a louelylovely Dame
Was then assembled, deeds of armes to see:
Amongst all which was none more faire 9.5. then: thanthenthan shee,
That many of them mou’dmov’d to eye her sore.
The custome of that place was such, that hee
Which had no louelove nor lemman there in store,
Should either winne him one, or lye without the dore.
Amongst the rest there was a iollyjolly knight,
Who being asked for his louelove, auow’davow’d
That fairest Amoret was his by right,
And offred that to iustifiejustifie alowd.
The warlike virgine seeing his so prowd
And boastfull chalenge, wexed inlie wroth,
But for the present did her anger shrowd;
And sayd, her louelove to lose she was full loth,
But either he should neither of them hauehave, or both.
So foorth they went, and both together giusted;
But that same younker soone was ouerthrowneoverthrowne,
And made repent, that he had rashly lusted
For thing vnlawfullunlawfull, that was not his owne:
Yet since he seemed valiant, though vnknowneunknowne,
She that no lesse was courteous 11.6. then: thanthenthan stout,
Cast how to saluesalve, that both the custome showne
Were kept, and yet that Knight not locked out,
That seem’d full hard t’accord two things so far in dout.
The Seneschall was cal’d to deeme the right,
Whom she requir’d, that first fayre Amoret
Might be to her allow’d, as to a Knight,
That did her win and free from chalenge set:
Which straight to her was yeelded without let.
Then since that strange Knights louelove from him was quitted,
She claim’d that to her selfe, as Ladies det,
He as a Knight might iustlyjustly be admitted;
So none should be out shut, sith all of louesloves were fitted.
With that her glistring helmet she vnlacedunlaced;
Which doft, her golden lockes, that were vpup bound
Still in a knot, vntounto her heeles downe traced,
And like a silken veile in compasse round
About her backe and all her bodie wound:
Like as the shining skie in summers night,
What time the dayes with scorching heat abound,
Is creasted all with lines of firie light,
That it prodigious seemes in common peoples sight.
Such when those Knights and Ladies all about
Beheld her, all were with amazement smit,
And eueryevery one gan grow in secret dout
Of this and that, according to each wit:
Some thought that some enchantment faygned it;
Some, that Bellona in that warlike wise
To them appear’d, with shield and armour fit;
Some, that it was a maske of strange disguise:
So diuerselydiversely each one did sundrie doubts deuisedevise.
But that young Knight, which through her gentle deed
Was to that goodly fellowship restor’d,
Ten thousand thankes did yeeld her for her meed,
And doubly ouercommenovercommen, her ador’d:
So did they all their former strife accord;
And eke fayre Amoret now freed from feare,
More franke affection did to her afford,
And to her bed, which she was wont forbeare,
Now freely drew, and found right safe assurance theare.
Where all that night they of their louesloves did treat,
And hard aduenturesadventures twixt themseluesthemselves alone,
That each the other gan with passion great,
And griefull pittie priuatelyprivately bemone.
The morow next so soone as Titan shone,
They both vproseuprose, and to their waies them dight:
Long wandred they, yet neuernever met with none,
That to their willes could them direct aright,
Or to them tydings tell, that mote their harts delight.
Lo thus they rode, till at the last they spide
Two armed Knights, that toward them did pace,
And ech of them had ryding by his side
A Ladie, seeming in so farre a space,
But Ladies none they were, albee in face
And outward shew faire semblance they did beare;
For vnderunder maske of beautie and good grace,
Vile treason and fowle falshood hidden were,
That mote to none but to the warie wise appeare.
The one of them the false Duessa hight,
That now had chang’d her former wonted hew:
For she could d’on so manie shapes in sight,
As euerever could Cameleon colours new;
So could she forge all colours, sauesave the trew.
The other no whit better was 18.6. then: thanthenthan shee,
But that such as she was, she plaine did shew;
Yet otherwise much worse, if worse might bee,
And dayly more offensiueoffensive
vntounto each degree.
Her name was Ate, mother of debate,
And all dissention, which doth dayly grow
Amongst fraile men, that many a publike state
And many a priuateprivate oft doth ouerthrowoverthrow.
Her false Duessa who full well did know,
To be most fit to trouble noble knights,
Which hunt for honor, raised from below,
Out of the dwellings of the damned sprights,
Where she in darknes wastes her cursed daies &and nights.
Hard by the gates of hell her dwelling is,
There whereas all the plagues and harmes abound,
Which punish wicked men, that walke amisse,
It is a darksome deluedelve farre vnderunder ground,
With thornes and barren brakes enuironedenvironed round,
That none the same may easily out win;
Yet many waies to enter may be found,
But none to issue forth when one is in:
For discord harder is to end 20.9. then: thanthenthan to begin.
And all within the riuenriven walls were hung
With ragged monuments of times forepast,
All which the sad effects of discord sung:
There were rent robes, and broken scepters plast,
Altars defyl’d, and holy things defast,
DisshiueredDisshivered speares, and shields ytorne in twaine,
Great cities ransackt, and strong castles rast,
Nations captiuedcaptived, and huge armies slaine:
Of all which ruines there some relicks did remaine.
There was the signe of antique Babylon,
Of fatall Thebes, of Rome that raigned long,
Of sacred Salem, and sad Ilion,
For memorie of which on high there hong
The golden Apple, cause of all their wrong,
For which the three faire Goddesses did striuestrive:
There also was the name of Nimrod strong,
Of Alexander, and his Princes fiuefive,
Which shar’d to them the spoiles that he had got aliuealive.
And there the relicks of the drunken fray,
The which amongst the Lapithees befell,
And of the bloodie feast, which sent away
So many Centaures drunken soules to hell,
That vnderunder great Alcides furie fell:
And of the dreadfull discord, which did driuedrive
The noble Argonauts to outrage fell,
That each of life sought others to depriuedeprive,
All mindlesse of the Golden fleece, which made them
And eke of priuateprivate persons many moe,
That were too long a worke to count them all;
Some of sworne friends, that did their faith forgoe;
Some of borne brethren, prov’d vnnaturallunnaturall;
Some of deare louerslovers, foes perpetuall:
Witnesse their broken bandes there to be seene,
Their girlonds rent, their bowres despoyled all;
The moniments whereof there byding beene,
As plaine as at the first, when they were fresh and greene.
Such was her house within; but all without,
The barren ground was full of wicked weedes,
Which she her selfe had sowen all about,
Now growen great, at first of little seedes,
The seedes of euillevill wordes, and factious deedes;
Which when to ripenesse due they growen arre,
Bring foorth an infinite increase, that breedes
Tumultuous trouble and contentious iarrejarre,
The which most often end in bloudshed and in warre.
And those same cursed seedes doe also serueserve
To her for bread, and yeeld her liuingliving food:
For life it is to her, when others steruesterve
Through mischieuousmischievous debate, and deadly feood,
That she may sucke their life, and drinke their blood,
With which she from her childhood had bene fed.
For she at first was borne of hellish brood,
And by infernall furies nourished,
That by her monstrous shape might easily be red.
Her face most fowle and filthy was to see,
With squinted eyes contrarie wayes intended,
And loathly mouth, vnmeeteunmeete a mouth to bee,
That nought but gall and venim comprehended,
And wicked wordes that God and man offended:
Her lying tongue was in two parts diuideddivided,
And both the parts did speake, and both contended;
And as her tongue, so was her hart discided,
That neuernever thoght one thing, but doubly stil was guided.
Als as she double spake, so heard she double,
With matchlesse eares deformed and distort,
Fild with false rumors and seditious trouble,
Bred in assemblies of the vulgar sort,
That still are led with eueryevery light report.
And as her eares so eke her feet were odde,
And much vnlikeunlike, th’one long, the other short,
And both misplast; that when th’one forward yode,
The other backe retired, and contrarie trode.
Likewise vnequallunequall were her handes twaine,
That one did reach, the other pusht away,
That one did make, the other mard againe,
And sought to bring all things vntounto decay;
Whereby great riches gathered manie a day,
She in short space did often bring to nought,
And their possessours often did dismay.
For all her studie was and all her thought,
How she might ouerthrowoverthrow the things that Concord wrought.
So much her malice did her might surpas,
That eueneven th’Almightie selfe she did maligne,
Because to man so mercifull he was,
And vntounto all his creatures so benigne,
Sith she her selfe was of his grace indigne:
For all this worlds faire workmanship she tride,
VntoUnto his last confusion to bring,
And that great golden chaine quite to diuidedivide,
With which it blessed Concord hath together tide.
Such was that hag, which with Duessa roade,
And seruingserving her in her malitious vseuse,
To hurt good knights, was as it were her baude,
To sell her borrowed beautie to abuse.
For though like withered tree, that wanteth iuycejuyce,
She old and crooked were, yet now of late,
As fresh and fragrant as the floure deluce
She was become, by chaunge of her estate,
And made full goodly ioyancejoyance to her new found mate.
Her mate he was a iolliejollie youthfull knight,
That bore great sway in armes and chiualriechivalrie,
And was indeed a man of mickle might:
His name was Blandamour, that did descrie
His fickle mind full of inconstancie.
And now himselfe he fitted had right well,
With two companions of like qualitie,
Faithlesse Duessa, and false Paridell,
That whether were more false, full hard it is to tell.
Now when this gallant with his goodly crew,
From farre espide the famous Britomart,
Like knight aduenturousadventurous in outward vew,
With his faire paragon, his conquests part,
Approching nigh, eftsoones his wanton hart
Was tickled with delight, and iestingjesting sayd;
Lo there Sir Paridel, for your desart,
Good lucke presents you with yond louelylovely mayd,
For pitie that ye want a fellow for your ayd.
By that the louelylovely paire drew nigh to hond:
Whom when as Paridel more plaine beheld,
Albee in heart he like affection fond,
Yet mindfull how he late by one was feld,
That did those armes and that same scutchion weld,
He had small lust to buy his louelove so deare,
But answerd, Sir him wise I neuernever held,
That hauinghaving once escaped perill neare,
Would afterwards afresh the sleeping euillevill reare.
This knight too late his manhood and his might,
I did assay, that me right dearely cost,
Ne list I for reuengerevenge
prouokeprovoke new fight,
Ne for light Ladies louelove, that soone is lost.
The hot-spurre youth so scorning to be crost,
Take then to you this Dame of mine (quoth hee)
And I without your perill or your cost,
Will chalenge yond same other for my fee:
So forth he fiercely prickt, that one him scarce could see.
The warlike Britonesse her soone addrest,
And with such vncouthuncouth welcome did receauereceave
Her fayned Paramour, her forced guest,
That being forst his saddle soone to leaueleave,
Him selfe he did of his new louelove
And made him selfe thensample of his follie.
Which done, she passed forth not taking leaueleave,
And left him now as sad, as whilome iolliejollie,
Well warned to beware with whom he dar’d to dallie.
Which when his other companie beheld,
They to his succour ran with readie ayd:
And finding him vnableunable once to weld,
They reared him on horsebacke, and vpstaydupstayd,
Till on his way they had him forth conuaydconvayd:
And all the way with wondrous griefe of mynd,
And shame, he shewd him selfe to be dismayd,
More for the louelove which he had left behynd,
Then that which he had to Sir Paridel resynd.
Nathlesse he forth did march well as he might,
And made good semblance to his companie,
Dissembling his disease and euillevill plight;
Till that ere long they chaunced to espie
Two other knights, that towards them did ply
With speedie course, as bent to charge them new.
Whom when as Blandamour approching nie,
Perceiu’dPerceiv’d to be such as they seemd in vew,
He was full wo, and gan his former griefe renew.
For th’one of them he perfectly descride,
To be Sir Scudamour, by that he bore
The God of louelove, with wings displayed wide,
Whom mortally he hated euermoreevermore,
Both for his worth, that all men did adore,
And eke because his louelove he wonne by right:
Which when he thought, it grieuedgrieved him full sore,
That through the bruses of his former fight,
He now vnableunable was to wreake his old despight.
For thy he thus to Paridel bespake,
Faire Sir, of friendship let me now you pray,
That as I late aduenturedadventured for your sake,
The hurts whereof me now from battell stay,
Ye will me now with like good turne repay,
And iustifiejustifie my cause on yonder knight.
Ah Sir (said Paridel) do not dismay
Your selfe for this, my selfe will for you fight,
As ye hauehave done for me: the left hand rubs the right.
With that he put his spurres vntounto his steed,
With speare in rest, and toward him did fare,
Like shaft out of a bow preuentingpreventing speed.
But Scudamour was shortly well aware
Of his approch, and gan him selfe prepare
Him to receiuereceive with entertainment meete.
So furiously they met, that either bare
The other downe vnderunder their horses feete,
That what of them became, themseluesthemselves did scarsly weete.
As when two billowes in the Irish sowndes,
Forcibly driuendriven with contrarie tydes
Do meete together, each abacke rebowndes
With roaring rage; and dashing on all sides,
That filleth all the sea with fome, diuydesdivydes
The doubtfull current into diuersdivers wayes:
So fell those two in spight of both their prydes,
But Scudamour himselfe did soone vprayseuprayse,
And mounting light his foe for lying long vpbrayseupbrayse.
Who rolled on an heape lay still in swound,
All carelesse of his taunt and bitter rayle,
Till that the rest him seeing lie on ground,
Ran hastily, to weete what did him ayle.
Where finding that the breath gan him to fayle,
With busie care they strouestrove him to awake,
And doft his helmet, and vndidundid his mayle:
So much they did, that at the last they brake
His slomber, yet so mazed, that he nothing spake.
Which when as Blandamour beheld, he sayd,
False faitour Scudamour, that hast by slight
And foule aduantageadvantage this good Knight dismayd,
A Knight much better 44.4. then: thanthenthan thy selfe behight,
Well falles it thee that I am not in plight
This day, to wreake the dammage by thee donne:
Such is thy wont, that still when any Knight
Is weakned, then thou doest him ouerronneoverronne:
So hast thou to thy selfe false honour often wonne.
He little answer’d, but in manly heart
His mightie indignation did forbeare,
Which was not yet so secret, but some part
Thereof did in his frouning face appeare:
Like as a gloomie cloud, the which doth beare
An hideous storme, is by the Northerne blast
Quite ouerblowneoverblowne, yet doth not passe so cleare,
But that it all the skie doth ouercastovercast
With darknes dred, and threatens all the world to wast.
Ah gentle knight then false Duessa sayd,
Why do ye striuestrive for Ladies louelove so sore,
Whose chiefe desire is louelove and friendly aid
Mongst gentle Knights to nourish euermoreevermore?
Ne be ye wroth Sir Scudamour therefore,
That she your louelove list louelove another knight,
Ne do your selfe dislike a whit the more;
For LoueLove is free, and led with selfe delight,
Ne will enforced be with maisterdome or might.
So false Duessa, but vile Ate thus;
Both foolish knights, I can but laugh at both,
That striuestrive and storme with stirre outrageous,
For her that each of you alike doth loth,
And louesloves another, with whom now she goth
In louelylovely wise, and sleepes, and sports, and playes;
Whilest both you here with many a cursed oth,
Sweare she is yours, and stirre vpup bloudie frayes,
To win a willow bough, whilest other weares the bayes.
Vile hag (sayd Scudamour) why dost thou lye?
And falsly seekst a vertuous wight to shame?
Fond knight (sayd she) the thing that with this eye
I saw, why should I doubt to tell the same?
Then tell (quoth Blandamour) and feare no blame,
Tell what thou saw’st, maulgre who so it heares.
I saw (quoth she) a stranger knight, whose name
I wote not well, but in his shield he beares
(That well I wote) the heads of many broken speares.
I saw him hauehave your Amoret at will,
I saw him kisse, I saw him her embrace,
I saw him sleepe with her all night his fill,
All manie nights, and manie by in place,
That present were to testifie the case.
Which when as Scudamour did heare, his heart
Was thrild with inward griefe, as when in chace
The Parthian strikes a stag with shiueringshivering dart,
The beast astonisht stands in middest of his smart.
So stood Sir Scudamour, when this he heard,
Ne word he had to speake for great dismay,
But lookt on Glauce grim, who woxe afeard
Of outrage for the words, which she heard say,
Albee vntrueuntrue she wist them by assay.
But Blandamour, whenas he did espie
His chaunge of cheere, that anguish did bewray,
He woxe full blithe, as he had got thereby,
And gan thereat to triumph without victorie.
Lo recreant (sayd he) the fruitlesse end
Of thy vaine boast, and spoile of louelove misgotten,
Whereby the name of knight-hood thou dost shend,
And all true louerslovers with dishonor blotten,
All things not rooted well, will soone be rotten,
Fy fy false knight (then false Duessa cryde)
VnworthyUnworthy life that louelove with guile hast gotten,
Be thou, where euerever thou do go or ryde,
Loathed of ladies all, and of all knights defyde.
But Scudamour for passing great despight
Staid not to answer, scarcely did refraine,
But that in all those knights and ladies sight,
He for reuengerevenge had guiltlesse Glauce slaine:
But being past, he thus began amaine;
False traitour squire, false squire, of falsest knight,
Why doth mine hand from thine auengeavenge abstaine,
Whose Lord hath done my louelove this foule despight?
Why do I not it wreake, on thee now in my might?
Discourteous, disloyall Britomart,
VntrueUntrue to God, and vntounto man vniustunjust,
What vengeance due can equall thy desart,
That hast with shamefull spot of sinfull lust
Defil’d the pledge committed to thy trust?
Let vglyugly shame and endlesse infamy
Colour thy name with foule reproaches rust.
Yet thou false Squire his fault shalt deare aby,
And with thy punishment his penance shalt supply.
The aged Dame him seeing so enraged,
Was dead with feare, nathlesse as neede required,
His flaming furie sought to hauehave assuaged
With sober words, that sufferance desired,
Till time the tryall of her truth expyred:
And euermoreevermore sought Britomart to cleare.
But he the more with furious rage was fyred,
And thrise his hand to kill her did vpreareupreare,
And thrise he drew it backe: so did at last forbeare.