Both Scudamour and Arthegall
Doe fight with Britomart,
He sees her face; doth fall in louelove,
and soone from her depart.
[1]
VVHatVVhatWHatWhat equall torment to the griefe of mind,
And pyning anguish hid in gentle hart,
That inly feeds it selfe with thoughts vnkindunkind,
And nourisheth her owne consuming smart?
What medicine can any Leaches art
Yeeld such a sore, that doth her grieuancegrievance hide,
And will to none her maladie impart?
Such was the wound that Scudamour did gride;
For which Dan Phebus selfe cannot a saluesalve
prouideprovide.
[2]
Who hauinghaving left that restlesse house of Care,
The next day, as he on his way did ride,
Full of melancholie and sad misfare,
Through misconceipt; all vnawaresunawares espide
An armed Knight vnderunder a forrest side,
Sitting in shade beside his grazing steede;
Who soone as them approaching he descride,
Gan towards them to pricke with eger speede,
That seem’d he was full bent to some mischieuousmischievous deede.
[3]
Which Scudamour perceiuingperceiving, forth issewed
To hauehave rencountred him in equall race;
But soone as th’other nigh approaching, vewed
The armes he bore, his speare he gan abase,
And voide his course: at which so suddain case
He wondred much. But th’other thus can say;
Ah gentle Scudamour, vntounto your grace
I me submit, and you of pardon pray,
That almost had against you trespassed this day.
[4]
Whereto thus Scudamour, Small harme it were
For any knight, vponupon a ventrous knight
Without displeasance for to proueprove his spere.
But reade you Sir, sith ye my name hauehave hight,
What is your owne, that I mote you requite.
Certes (sayd he) ye mote as now excuse
Me from discoueringdiscovering you my name aright:
For time yet seruesserves that I the same refuse,
But call ye me the
SaluageSalvage Knight, as others vseuse.
[5]
Then this, Sir SaluageSalvage Knight (quoth he) areede;
Or doe you here within this forrest wonne,
That seemeth well to answere to your weede?
Or hauehave ye it for some occasion donne?
That rather seemes, sith knowen armes ye shonne.
This other day (sayd he) a stranger knight
Shame and dishonour hath vntounto me donne;
On whom I waite to wreake that foule despight,
When euerever he this way shall passe by day or night.
[6]
Shame be his meede (quoth he) that meaneth shame.
But what is he, by whom ye shamed were?
A stranger knight, sayd he, vnknowneunknowne by name,
But knowne by fame, and by an Hebene speare,
With which he all that met him, downe did beare.
He in an open Turney lately held,
Fro me the honour of that game did reare;
And hauinghaving me all wearie earst, downe feld,
The fayrest Ladie reft, and euerever since withheld.
[7]
When Scudamour heard mention of that speare,
He wist right well, that it was Britomart,
The which from him his fairest louelove did beare.
Tho gan he swell in eueryevery inner part,
For fell despight, and gnaw his gealous hart,
That thus he sharply sayd; Now by my head,
Yet is not this the first vnknightlyunknightly part,
Which that same knight, whom by his launce I read,
Hath doen to noble knights, that many makes him dread.
[8]
For lately he my louelove hath fro me reft,
And eke defiled with foule villanie
The sacred pledge, which in his faith was left,
In shame of knighthood and fidelitie;
The which ere long full dearedcare he shall abie.
And if to that auengeavenge by you decreed
This hand may helpe, or succour ought supplie,
It shall not fayle, when so ye shall it need.
So both to wreake their wrathes on Britomart agreed.
[9]
Whiles thus they communed, lo farre away
A Knight soft ryding towards them they spyde,
Attyr’d in forraine armes and straunge aray:
WhõWhom when they nigh approcht, they plaine descryde
To be the same, for whom they did abyde.
Sayd then Sir Scudamour, Sir
SaluageSalvage
knight
Let me this crauecrave, sith first I was defyde,
That first I may that wrong to him requite:
And if I hap to fayle, you shall recure my right.
[10]
Which being yeelded, he his threatfull speare
Gan fewter, and against her fiercely ran.
Who soone as she him saw approaching neare
With so fell rage, her selfe she lightly gan
To dight, to welcome him, well as she can:
But entertaind him in so rude a wise,
That to the ground she smote both horse and man;
Whence neither greatly hasted to arise,
But on their common harmes together did deuisedevise.
[11]
But Artegall beholding his mischaunce,
New matter added to his former fire;
And eft auentringaventring his steeleheaded launce,
Against her rode, full of despiteous ire,
That nought but spoyle and vengeance did require.
But to himselfe his felonous intent
Returning, disappointed his desire,
Whiles vnawaresunawares his saddle he forwent,
And found himselfe on ground in great amazement.
[12]
Lightly he started vpup out of that stound,
And snatching forth his direfull deadly blade,
Did leape to her, as doth an eger hound
Thrust to an Hynd within some couertcovert glade,
Whom without perill he cannot inuadeinvade.
With such fell greedines he her assayled,
That though she mounted were, yet he her made
To giuegive him ground, (so much his force preuayledprevayled)
And shun his mightie strokes, gainst which no armes
auayled.avayled.
[13]
So as they coursed here and there, it chaunst
That in her wheeling round, behind her crest
So sorely he her strooke, that thence it glaunst
Adowne her backe, the which it fairely blest
From foule mischance; ne did it euerever rest,
Till on her horses hinder parts it fell;
Where byting deepe, so deadly it imprest,
That quite it chynd his backe behind the sell,
And to alight on foote her algates did compell.
[14]
Like as the lightning brond from riuenriven skie,
Throwne out by angry
IoueJove
in his vengeance,
With dreadfull force falles on some steeple hie;
Which battring, downe it on the church doth glance,
And teares it all with terrible mischance.
Yet she no whit dismayd, her steed forsooke,
And casting from her that enchaunted lance,
VntoUnto her sword and shield her soone betooke;
And therewithall at him right furiously she strooke.
[15]
So furiously she strooke in her first heat,
Whiles with long fight on foot he breathlesse was,
That she him forced backward to retreat,
And yeeld vntounto her weapon way to pas:
Whose raging rigour neither steele nor bras
Could stay, but to the tender flesh it went,
And pour’d the purple bloud forth on the gras;
That all his mayle yriv’d, and plates yrent,
Shew’d all his bodie bare vntounto the cruell dent.
[16]
At length when as he saw her hastie heat
Abate, and panting breath begin to fayle,
He through long sufferãcesufferance growing now more great,
Rose in his strength, and gan her fresh assayle,
Heaping huge strokes, as thicke as showre of hayle,
And lashing dreadfully at eueryevery part,
As if he thought her soule to disentrayle.
Ah cruell hand, and thrise more cruell hart,
That workst such wrecke on her, to whom thou dearest art.
[17]
What yron courage euerever could endure,
To worke such outrage on so faire a creature?
And in his madnesse thinke with hands impure
To spoyle so goodly workmanship of nature,
The maker selfe resembling in her feature?
Certes some hellish furie, or some feend
This mischiefe framd, for their first louesloves defeature,
To bath their hands in bloud of dearest freend,
Thereby to make their louesloves beginning, their liueslives end.
[18]
Thus long they trac’d, and trauersttraverst to and fro,
Sometimes pursewing, and sometimes pursewed,
Still as aduantageadvantage they espyde thereto:
But toward th’end Sir Arthegall renewed
His strength still more, but she still more decrewed.
At last his lucklesse hand he heau’dheav’d on hie,
HauingHaving his forces all in one accrewed,
And therewith stroke at her so hideouslie,
That seemed nought but death mote be her destinie.
[19]
The wicked stroke vponupon her helmet chaunst,
And with the force, which in it selfe it bore,
Her ventayle shard away, and thence forth glaunst
A downeAdowne in vaine, ne harm’d her any more.
With that her angels face, vnseeneunseene afore,
Like to the ruddie morne appeard in sight,
Deawed with siluersilver drops, through sweating sore,
But somewhat redder, 1596.bk4.IV.vi.19.8. then: thanthenthan beseem’d aright,
Through toylesome heate and labour of her weary fight.
[20]
And round about the same, her yellow heare
HauingHaving through stirring loosd their wonted band,
Like to a golden border did appeare,
Framed in goldsmithes forge with cunning hand:
Yet goldsmithes cunning could not vnderstandunderstand
To frame such subtile wire, so shinie cleare.
For it did glister like the golden sand,
The which Pactolus with his waters shere,
Throwes forth vponupon the riuagerivage round about him nere.
[21]
And as his hand he vpup againe did reare,
Thinking to worke on her his vtmostutmost wracke,
His powrelesse arme benumbd with secret feare
From his reuengefullrevengefull purpose shronke abacke,
And cruell sword out of his fingers slacke
Fell downe to ground, as if the steele had sence,
And felt some ruth, or sence his hand did lacke,
Or both of them did thinke, obedience
To doe to so diuinedivine a beauties excellence.
[22]
And he himselfe long gazing thereupon,
At last fell humbly downe vponupon his knee,
And of his wonder made religion,
Weening some heauenlyheavenly goddesse he did see,
Or else vnweetingunweeting, what it else might bee;
And pardon her besought his errour frayle,
That had done outrage in so high degree:
Whilest trembling horrour did his sense assayle,
And made ech member quake, and manly hart to quayle.
[23]
Nathelesse she full of wrath for that late stroke,
All that long while vpheldupheld her wrathfull hand,
With fell intent, on him to bene ywroke,
And looking sterne, still ouerover him did stand,
Threatning to strike, vnlesseunlesse he would withstand:
And bad him rise, or surely he should die.
But die or liuelive for nought he would vpstandupstand
But her of pardon prayd more earnestlie,
Or wreake on him her will for so great iniurieinjurie.
[24]
Which when as Scudamour, who now abrayd,
Beheld, whereas he stood not farre aside,
He was therewith right wondrously dismayd,
And drawing nigh, when as he plaine descride
That peerelesse paterne of Dame natures pride,
And heauenlyheavenly image of perfection,
He blest himselfe, as one sore terrifide,
And turning his feare to faint deuotiondevotion,
Did worship her as some celestiall vision.
[25]
But Glauce, seeing all that chaunced there,
Well weeting how their errour to assoyle,
Full glad of so good end, to them drew nere,
And her salewd with seemely belaccoyle,
IoyousJoyous to see her safe after long toyle.
Then her besought, as she to her was deare,
To graunt vntounto those warriours truce a whyle;
Which yeelded, they their beuersbevers
vpup did reare,
And shew’d themseluesthemselves to her, such as indeed they were.
[26]
When Britomart with sharpe auizefullavizefull eye
Beheld the louelylovely face of Artegall,
Tempred with sternesse and stout maiestiemajestie,
She gan eftsoones it to her mind to call,
To be the same which in her fathers hall
Long since in that enchaunted glasse she saw.
Therewith her wrathfull courage gan appall,
And haughtie spirits meekely to adaw,
That her enhaunced hand she downe can soft withdraw.
[27]
Yet she it forst to hauehave againe vpheldupheld,
As fayning choler, which was turn’d to cold:
But euerever when his visage she beheld,
Her hand fell downe, and would no longer hold
The wrathfull weapon gainst his countnance bold:
But when in vaine to fight she oft assayd,
She arm’d her tongue, and thought at him to scold;
Nathlesse her tongue not to her will obayd,
But brought forth speeches myld, when she would
hauehave
missayd.
[28]
But Scudamour now woxen inly glad,
That all his gealous feare he false had found,
And how that Hag his louelove abused had
With breach of faith and loyaltie vnsoundunsound,
The which long time his grieuedgrieved hart did wound,
He thus bespake; Certes Sir Artegall,
I ioyjoy to see you lout so low on ground,
And now become to liuelive a Ladies thrall,
That whylome in your minde wont to despise them all.
[29]
Soone as she heard the name of Artegall,
Her hart did leape, and all her hart-strings tremble,
For sudden ioyjoy, and secret feare withall,
And all her vitall powres with motion nimble,
To succour it, themseluesthemselves gan there assemble,
That by the swift recourse of flushing blood
Right plaine appeard, though she it would dissemble,
And fayned still her former angry mood,
Thinking to hide the depth by troubling of the flood.
[30]
When Glauce thus gan wisely all vpknitupknit;
Ye gentle Knights, whom fortune here hath brought,
To be spectators of this vncouthuncouth fit,
Which secret fate hath in this Ladie wrought,
Against the course of kind, ne meruailemervaile nought,
Ne thenceforth feare the thing that hethertoo
Hath troubled both your mindes with idle thought,
Fearing least she your louesloves away should woo,
Feared in vaine, sith meanes ye see there wants theretoo.
[31]
And you Sir Artegall, the saluagesalvage knight,
Henceforth may not disdaine, that womans hand
Hath conquered you anew in second fight:
For whylome they hauehave conquerd sea and land,
And heauenheaven it selfe, that nought may them withstand,
Ne henceforth be rebellious vntounto
louelove,
That is the crowne of knighthood, and the band
Of noble minds deriuedderived from aboueabove,
Which being knit with vertue, neuernever will remoueremove.
[32]
And you faire Ladie knight, my dearest Dame,
Relent the rigour of your wrathfull will,
Whose fire were better turn’d to other flame;
And wiping out remembrance of all ill,
Graunt him your grace, but so that he fulfill
The penance, which ye shall to him empart:
For louerslovers
heauenheaven must passe by sorrowes hell.
Thereat full inly blushed Britomart;
But Artegall close smyling ioy’djoy’d in secret hart.
[33]
Yet durst he not make louelove so suddenly,
Ne thinke th’affection of her hart to draw
From one to other so quite contrary:
Besides her modest countenance he saw
So goodly grauegrave, and full of princely aw,
That it his ranging fancie did refraine,
And looser thoughts to lawfull bounds withdraw;
Whereby the passion grew more fierce and faine,
Like to a stubborne steede whom strong
hand would restraine.
[34]
But Scudamour whose hart twixt doubtfull feare
And feeble hope hung all this while suspence,
Desiring of his Amoret to heare
Some gladfull newes and sure intelligence,
Her thus bespake; But Sir without offence
Mote I request you tydings of my louelove,
My Amoret, sith you her freed fro thence,
Where she captiuedcaptived long, great woes did proueprove;
That where ye left, I may her seeke, as doth behouebehove.
[35]
To whom thus Britomart, certes Sir knight,
What is of her become, or whether reft,
I can not vntounto you aread a rightaright.
For from that time I from enchaunters theft
Her freed, in which ye her all hopelesse left,
I her preseru’dpreserv’d from perill and from feare,
And euermoreevermore from villenie her kept:
Ne euerever was there wight to me more deare
Then she, ne vntounto whom I more true louelove did beare.
[36]
Till on a day as through a desert wyld
We trauelledtravelled, both wearie of the way
We did alight, and sate in shadow myld;
Where fearelesse I to sleepe me downe did lay.
But when as I did out of sleepe abray,
I found her not, where I her left whyleare,
But thought she wandred was, or gone astray.
I cal’d her loud, I sought her farre and neare;
But no where could her find, nor tydings of her heare.
[37]
When Scudamour those heauieheavie tydings heard,
His hart was thrild with point of deadly feare;
Ne in his face or bloud or life appeard,
But senselesse stood, like to a mazed steare,
That yet of mortall stroke the stound doth beare.
Till Glauce thus; Faire Sir, be nought dismayd
With needelesse dread, till certaintie ye heare:
For yet she may be safe though somewhat strayd;
Its best to hope the best, though of the worst affrayd.
[38]
Nathlesse he hardly of her chearefull speech
Did comfort take, or in his troubled sight
Shew’d change of better cheare: so sore a breach
That sudden newes had made into his spright;
Till Britomart him fairely thus behight;
Great cause of sorrow certes Sir ye hauehave:
But comfort take: for by this heauensheavens light
I vow, you dead or liuingliving not to leaueleave,
Till I her find, and wreake on him that her did reauereave.
[39]
Therewith he rested, and well pleased was.
So peace being confirm’d amongst them all,
They tooke their steeds, and forward thence did pas
VntoUnto some resting place, which mote befall,
All being guided by Sir Artegall.
Where goodly solace was vntounto them made,
And dayly feasting both in bowre and hall,
VntillUntill that they their wounds well healed had,
And wearie limmes recur’d after late vsageusage bad.
[40]
In all which time, Sir Artegall made way
VntoUnto the louelove of noble Britomart,
And with meeke seruiceservice and much suit did lay
Continuall siege vntounto her gentle hart,
Which being whylome launcht with louelylovely dart,
More eath was new impression to receiuereceive,
How euerever she her paynd with womanish art
To hide her wound, that none might it perceiueperceive:
Vaine is the art that seekes it selfe for to deceiuedeceive.
[41]
So well he woo’d her, and so well he wrought her,
With faire entreatie and sweet blandishment,
That at the length vntounto a bay he brought her,
So as she to his speeches was content
To lend an eare, and softly to relent.
At last through many vowes which forth he pour’d,
And many othes, she yeelded her consent
To be his louelove, and take him for her Lord,
Till they with mariage meet might finish that accord.
[42]
Tho when they had long time there taken rest,
Sir Artegall, who all this while was bound
VponUpon an hard aduentureadventure yet in quest,
Fit time for him thence to depart it found,
To follow that, which he did long propound;
And vntounto her his congee came to take.
But her therewith full sore displeasd he found,
And loth to leaueleave her late betrothed make,
Her dearest louelove full loth so shortly to forsake.
[43]
Yet he with strong perswasions her asswaged,
And wonne her will to suffer him depart;
For which his faith with her he fast engaged,
And thousand vowes from bottome of his hart,
That all so soone as he by wit or art
Could that atchieueatchieve, whereto he did aspire,
He vntounto her would speedily reuertrevert:
No longer space thereto he did desire,
But till the horned moone three courses did expire.
[44]
With which she for the present was appeased,
And yeelded leaueleave, how euerever malcontent
She inly were, and in her mind displeased.
So early in the morrow next he went
Forth on his way, to which he was ybent.
Ne wight him to attend, or way to guide,
As whylome was the custome ancient
Mongst Knights, when on aduenturesadventures they did ride,
SaueSave that she algates him a while accompanide.
[45]
And by the way she sundry purpose found
Of this or that, the time for to delay,
And of the perils whereto he was bound,
The feare whereof seem’d much her to affray:
But all she did was but to weare out day.
Full oftentimes she leaueleave of him did take;
And eft againe deuiz’ddeviz’d some what to say,
Which she forgot, whereby excuse to make:
So loth she was his companie for to forsake.
[46]
At last when all her speeches she had spent,
And new occasion fayld her more to find,
She left him to his fortunes gouernmentgovernment,
And backe returned with right heauieheavie mind.
To Scudamour, who she had left behind,
With whom she went to seeke faire Amoret,
Her second care, though in another kind;
For vertues onely sake, which doth beget
True louelove and faithfull friendship, she by her did set.
[47]
Backe to that desert forrest they retyred,
Where sorie Britomart had lost her late;
There they her sought, and eueryevery where inquired,
Where they might tydings get of her estate;
Yet found they none. But by what haplesse fate,
Or hard misfortune she was thence conuaydconvayd,
And stolne away from her belouedbeloved mate,
Were long to tell; therefore I here will stay
VntillUntill another tyde, that I it finish may.
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