Amoret rapt by greedie lust
Belphebe sauessaves from dread,
The Squire her louesloves, and being blam’d
his dayes in dole doth lead.
GReatGreat God of louelove, that with thy cruell dart
Doest conquer greatest conquerors on ground,
And setst thy kingdome in the captiuecaptive harts
Of Kings and Keasars, to thy seruiceservice bound,
What glorie, or what guerdon hast thou found
In feeble Ladies tyranning so sore;
And adding anguish to the bitter wound,
With which their liueslives thou lanchedst long afore,
By heaping stormes of trouble on them daily more?
So whylome didst thou to faire Florimell;
And so and so to noble Britomart:
So doest thou now to her, of whom I tell,
Amoret, whose gentle hart
Thou martyrest with sorow and with smart,
In saluagesalvage forrests, and in deserts wide,
With Beares and Tygers taking heauieheavie part,
Withouten comfort, and withouten guide,
That pittie is to heare the perils, which she tride.
So soone as she with that brauebrave Britonesse
Had left that Turneyment for beauties prise,
They trauel’dtravel’d long, that now for wearinesse,
Both of the way, and warlike exercise,
Both through a forest ryding did deuisedevise
T’alight, and rest their wearie limbs awhile.
There heauieheavie sleepe the eye-lids did surprise
Of Britomart after long tedious toyle,
That did her passed paines in quiet rest assoyle.
The whiles faire Amoret, of nought affeard,
Walkt through the wood, for pleasure, or for need;
When suddenly behind her backe she heard
One rushing forth out of the thickest weed,
That ere she backe could turne to taken heed,
Had vnawaresunawares her snatched vpup from ground.
Feebly she shriekt, but so feebly indeed,
That Britomart heard not the shrilling sound,
There where through weary traueltravel she lay sleeping soũdsound.
It was to weet a wilde and saluagesalvage man,
Yet was no man, but onely like in shape,
And eke in stature higher by a span,
All ouergrowneovergrowne with haire, that could awhape
An hardy hart, and his wide mouth did gape
With huge great teeth, like to a tusked Bore:
For he liu’dliv’d all on rauinravin and on rape
Of men and beasts; and fed on fleshly gore,
The signe whereof yet stain’d his bloudy lips afore.
His neather lip was not like man nor beast,
But like a wide deepe poke, downe hanging low,
In which he wont the relickes of his feast,
And cruell spoyle, which he had spard, to stow:
And ouerover it his huge great nose did grow,
Full dreadfully empurpled all with bloud;
And downe both sides two wide long eares did glow,
And raught downe to his waste, when vpup he stood,
More great 6.9. then: thanthenthan th’eares of Elephants by Indus flood.
His wast was with a wreath of yuieyvie greene
Engirt about, ne other garment wore:
For all his haire was like a garment seene;
And in his hand a tall young oake he bore,
Whose knottie snags were sharpned all afore,
And beath’d in fire for steele to be in sted.
But whence he was, or of what wombe ybore,
Of beasts, or of the earth, I hauehave not red:
But certes was with milke of WoluesWolves and Tygres fed.
This vglyugly creature in his armes her snatcht,
And through the forrest bore her quite away,
With briers and bushes all to rent and scratcht;
Ne care he had, ne pittie of the pray,
Which many a knight had sought so many a day.
He stayed not, but in his armes her bearing
Ran, till he came to th’end of all his way,
VntoUnto his cauecave farre from all peoples hearing,
And there he threw her in, nought feeling, ne nought fearing.
For she deare Ladie all the way was dead,
Whilest he in armes her bore; but when she felt
Her selfe downe soust, she waked out of dread
Streight into griefe, that her deare hart nigh swelt,
And eft gan into tender teares to melt.
Then when she lookt about, and nothing found
But darknesse and dread horrour, where she dwelt,
She almost fell againe into a swound,
Ne wist whether aboueabove she were, or vnderunder ground.
With that she heard some one close by her side
Sighing and sobbing sore, as if the paine
Her tender hart in peeces would diuidedivide:
Which she long listning, softly askt againe
What mister wight it was that so did plaine?
To whom thus aunswer’d was: Ah wretched wight
That seekes to know anothers griefe in vaine,
VnweetingUnweeting of thine owne like haplesse plight:
Selfe to forget to mind another, is ouersightoversight.
Aye me (said she) where am I, or with whom?
Emong the liuingliving, or emong the dead?
What shall of me vnhappyunhappy maid become?
Shall death be th’end, or ought else worse, aread.
VnhappyUnhappy mayd (then answerd she) whose dread
VntrideUntride, is lesse 11.6. then: thanthenthan when thou shalt it try:
Death is to him, that wretched life doth lead,
Both grace and gaine; but he in hell doth lie,
That liueslives a loathed life, and wishing cannot die.
This dismall day hath thee a caytiuecaytive made,
And vassall to the vilest wretch aliuealive,
Whose cursed vsageusage and vngodlyungodly trade
The heauensheavens abhorre, and into darkenesse driuedrive.
For on the spoile of women he doth liuelive,
Whose bodies chast, when euerever in his powre
He may them catch, vnableunable to gainestriuegainestrive,
He with his shamefull lust doth first deflowre,
And afterwards themseluesthemselves doth cruelly deuouredevoure.
Now twenty daies, by which the sonnes of men
DiuideDivide their works, hauehave past through heuenheven sheene,
Since I was brought into this dolefull den;
During which space these sory eies hauehave seen
SeauenSeaven women by him slaine, and eaten clene.
And now no more for him but I alone,
And this old woman here remaining beene;
Till thou cam’st hither to augment our mone,
And of vsus three to morrow he will sure eate one.
Ah dreadfull tidings which thou doest declare,
(Quoth she) of all that euerever hath bene knowen:
Full many great calamities and rare
This feeble brest endured hath, but none
Equall to this, where euerever I hauehave gone.
But what are you, whom like vnluckyunlucky lot
Hath linckt with me in the same chaine attone?
To tell (quoth she) that which ye see, needs not;
A wofull wretched maid, of God and man forgot.
But what I was, it irkes me to reherse;
Daughter vntounto a Lord of high degree;
That ioydjoyd in happy peace, till fates peruerseperverse
With guilefull louelove did secretly agree,
To ouerthrowoverthrow my state and dignitie.
It was my lot to louelove a gentle swaine,
Yet was he but a Squire of low degree;
Yet was he meet, vnlesseunlesse mine eye did faine,
By any Ladies side for Leman to hauehave laine.
But for his meannesse and disparagement,
My Sire, who me too dearely well did louelove,
VntoUnto my choise by no meanes would assent,
But often did my folly fowle reprouereprove.
Yet nothing could my fixed mind remoueremove,
But whether willed or nilled friend or foe,
I me resolu’dresolv’d the vtmostutmost end to proueprove,
And rather 16.8. then: thanthenthan my louelove abandon so,
Both sire, and friends, and all for euerever to forego.
Thenceforth I sought by secret meanes to worke
Time to my will, and from his wrathfull sight
To hide th’intent, which in my heart did lurke,
Till I thereto had all things ready dight.
So on a day vnweetingunweeting
I with that Squire agreede away to flit,
And in a priuyprivy place, betwixt vs hight,
Within a grouegrove appointed him to meete;
To which I boldly came vponupon my feeble feete.
But ah vnhappyunhappy houre me thither brought:
For in that place where I him thought to find,
There was I found, contrary to my thought,
Of this accursed Carle of hellish kind,
The shame of men, and plague of womankind,
Who trussing me, as Eagle doth his pray,
Me hether brought with him, as swift as wind,
Where yet vntoucheduntouched till this present day,
I rest his wretched thrall, the sad AEmylia.
Ah sad AEmylia (then sayd
Thy ruefull plight I pitty as mine owne.
But read to me, by what deuisedevise or wit,
Hast thou in all this time, from him vnknowneunknowne
Thine honor sau’dsav’d, though into thraldome throwne.
Through helpe (quoth she) of this old woman here
I hauehave so done, as she to me hath showne.
For euerever when he burnt in lustfull fire,
She in my stead supplide his bestiall desire.
Thus of their euilsevils as they did discourse,
And each did other much bewaile and mone;
Loe where the villaine selfe, their sorrowes sourse,
Came to the cauecave, and rolling thence the stone,
Which wont to stop the mouth thereof, that none
Might issue forth, came rudely rushing in,
And spredding ouerover all the flore alone,
Gan dight him selfe vntounto his wonted sinne;
Which ended, then his bloudy banket should beginne.
Which when as fearefull Amoret
She staid not the vtmostutmost end thereof to try,
But like a ghastly Gelt, whose wits are reauedreaved,
Ran forth in hast with hideous outcry,
For horrour of his shamefull villany.
But after her full lightly he vproseuprose,
And her pursu’d as fast as she did flie:
Full fast she flies, and farre afore him goes,
Ne feeles the thorns and thickets pricke her tender toes.
Nor hedge, nor ditch, nor hill, nor dale she staies,
But ouerleapesoverleapes them all, like Robucke light,
And through the thickest makes her nighest waies;
And euermoreevermore when with regardfull sight
She looking backe, espies that griesly wight
Approching nigh, she gins to mend her pace,
And makes her feare a spur to hast her flight:
More swift 22.8. then: thanthenthan
Myrrh’ or Daphne in her race,
Or any of the Thracian Nimphes in saluagesalvage chase.
Long so she fled, and so he follow’d long;
Ne liuingliving aide for her on earth appeares,
But if the heauensheavens helpe to redresse her wrong,
MouedMoved with pity of her plenteous teares.
It fortuned Belphebe with her peares
The woody Nimphs, and with that louelylovely boy,
Was hunting then the Libbards and the Beares,
In these wild woods, as was her wonted ioyjoy,
To banish sloth, that oft doth noble mindes annoy.
It so befell, as oft it fals in chace,
That each of them from other sundred were,
And that same gentle Squire arriu’darriv’d in place,
Where this same cursed caytiuecaytive did appeare,
Pursuing that faire Lady full of feare,
And now he her quite ouertakenovertaken had;
And now he her away with him did beare
VnderUnder his arme, as seeming wondrous glad,
That by his grenning laughter mote farre off be rad.
Which drery sight the gentle Squire espying,
Doth hast to crosse him by the nearest way,
Led with that wofull Ladies piteous crying,
And him assailes with all the might he may,
Yet will not he the louelylovely spoile downe lay,
But with his craggy club in his right hand,
Defends him selfe, and sauessaves his gotten pray.
Yet had it bene right hard him to withstand,
But that he was full light and nimble on the land.
Thereto the villaine vsedused craft in fight;
For euerever when the Squire his iauelinjavelin shooke,
He held the Lady forth before him right,
And with her body, as a buckler, broke
The puissance of his intended stroke.
And if it chaunst, (as needs it must in fight)
Whilest he on him was greedy to be wroke,
That any little blow on her did light,
Then would he laugh aloud, and gather great delight.
Which subtill sleight did him encumber much,
And made him oft, when he would strike, forbeare;
For hardly could he come the carle to touch,
But that he her must hurt, or hazard neare:
Yet he his hand so carefully did beare,
That at the last he did himselfe attaine,
And therein left the pike head of his speare.
A streame of coleblacke bloud thence gusht amaine,
That all her silken garments did with bloud bestaine.
With that he threw her rudely on the flore,
And laying both his hands vponupon his glaueglave,
With dreadfull strokes let driuedrive at him so sore,
That forst him flie abacke, himselfe to sauesave:
Yet he therewith so felly still did rauerave,
That scarse the Squire his hand could once vpreareupreare,
But for aduantageadvantage ground vntounto him gauegave,
Tracing and trauersingtraversing, now here, now there;
For bootlesse thing it was to think such blowes to beare.
Whilest thus in battell they embusied were,
Belphebe raunging in that forrest wide,
The hideous noise of their huge strokes did heare,
And drew thereto, making her eare her guide.
Whom when that theefe approching nigh espide,
With bow in hand, and arrowes ready bent,
He by his former combate would not bide,
But fled away with ghastly dreriment,
Well knowing her to be his deaths sole instrument.
Whom seeing flie, she speedily poursewed
With winged feete, as nimble as the winde,
And euerever in her bow she ready shewed,
The arrow, to his deadly marke desynde.
As when Latonaes daughter cruell kynde,
In vengement of her mothers great disgrace,
With fell despight her cruell arrowes tynde
Gainst wofull Niobes
That all the gods did mone her miserable case.
So well she sped her and so far she ventred,
That ere vntounto his hellish den he raught,
EuenEven as he ready was there to hauehave entred,
She sent an arrow forth with mighty draught,
That in the very dore him ouercaughtovercaught,
And in his nape arriuingarriving, through it thrild
His greedy throte, therewith in two distraught,
That all his vitall spirites thereby spild,
And all his hairy brest with gory bloud was fild.
Whom when on ground she grouelinggroveling saw to rowle,
She ran in hast his life to hauehave bereft:
But ere she could him reach, the sinfull sowle
HauingHaving his carrion corse quite sencelesse left,
Was fled to hell, surcharg’d with spoile and theft.
Yet ouerover him she there long gazing stood,
And oft admir’d his monstrous shape, and oft
His mighty limbs, whilest all with filthy bloud
The place there ouerflowneoverflowne, seemd like a sodaine flood.
Thenceforth she past into his dreadfull den,
Where nought but darkesome drerinesse she found,
Ne creature saw, but hearkned now and then
Some litle whispering, and soft groning sound.
With that she askt, what ghosts there vnderunder ground
Lay hid in horrour of eternall night?
And bad them, if so be they were not bound,
To come and shew themseluesthemselves before the light,
Now freed from feare and danger of that dismall wight.
Then forth the said AEmylia issewed,
Yet trembling eueryevery
ioyntjoynt through former feare;
And after her the Hag, there with her mewed,
A foule and lothsome creature did appeare;
A leman fit for such a louerlover deare.
Belphebe her no lesse to hate,
34.7. Then: ThanThenThan for to rue the others heauyheavy cheare;
Of whom she gan enquire of her estate.
Who all to her at large, as hapned, did relate.
Thence she them brought toward the place, where late
She left the gentle Squire with Amoret:
There she him found by that new louelylovely mate,
Who lay the whiles in swoune, full sadly set,
From her faire eyes wiping the deawy wet,
Which softly stild, and kissing them atweene,
And handling soft the hurts, which she did get.
For of that Carle she sorely bruz’d had beene,
Als of his owne rash hand one wound was to be seene.
Which when she saw, with sodaine glauncing eye,
Her noble heart with sight thereof was fild
With deepe disdaine, and great indignity,
That in her wrath she thought them both hauehave thrild,
With that selfe arrow, which the Carle had kild:
Yet held her wrathfull hand from vengeance sore,
But drawing nigh, ere he her well beheld;
Is this the faith she said, and said no more,
But turnd her face, and fled away for euermoreevermore.
He seeing her depart, arose vpup light,
Right sore agrieuedagrieved at her sharpe reproofe,
And follow’d fast: but when he came in sight,
He durst not nigh approch, but kept aloofe,
For dread of her displeasures vtmostutmost proofe.
And euermoreevermore, when he did grace entreat,
And framed speaches fit for his behoofe,
Her mortall arrowes she at him did threat,
And forst him backe with fowle dishonor to retreat.
At last when long he follow’d had in vaine,
Yet found no ease of griefe, nor hope of grace,
VntoUnto those woods he turned backe againe,
Full of sad anguish, and in heauyheavy case:
And finding there fit solitary place
For wofull wight, chose out a gloomy glade,
Where hardly eye mote see bright heauensheavens face,
For mossy trees, which coueredcovered all with shade
And sad melancholy, there he his cabin made.
His wonted warlike weapons all he broke,
And threw away, with vow to vseuse no more,
Ne thenceforth euerever strike in battell stroke,
Ne euerever word to speake to woman more;
But in that wildernesse, of men forlore,
And of the wicked world forgotten quight,
His hard mishap in dolor to deplore,
And wast his wretched daies in wofull plight;
So on him selfe to wreake his follies owne despight.
And eke his garment, to be thereto meet,
He wilfully did cut and shape anew;
And his faire lockes, that wont with ointment sweet
To be embaulm’d, and sweat out dainty dew,
He let to grow and griesly to concrew,
Vncomb’dUncomb’d, vncurl’duncurl’d, and carelesly vnshedunshed;
That in short time his face they ouergrewovergrew,
And ouerover all his shoulders did dispred,
That who he whilome was, vneathuneath was to be red.
There he continued in this carefull plight,
Wretchedly wearing out his youthly yeares,
Through wilfull penury consumed quight,
That like a pined ghost he soone appeares.
For other food then that wilde forrest beares,
Ne other drinke there did he euerever tast,
41.7. Then: ThanThenThan running water, tempred with his teares,
The more his weakened body so to wast:
That out of all mens knowledge he was worne at last.
For on a day, by fortune as it fell,
His owne deare Lord Prince Arthure, came that way,
Seeking aduenturesadventures, where he mote heare tell;
And as he through the wandring wood did stray,
HauingHaving espide this Cabin far away,
He to it drew, to weet who there did wonne;
Weening therein some holy Hermit lay,
That did resort of sinfull people shonne;
Or else some woodman shrowded there from scorching sunne.
ArriuingArriving there, he found this wretched man,
Spending his daies in dolour and despaire,
And through long fasting woxen pale and wan,
All ouergrowenovergrowen with rude and rugged haire;
That albeit his owne deare Squire he were,
Yet he him knew not, ne auiz’daviz’d at all,
But like strange wight, whom he had seene no where,
Saluting him, gan into speach to fall,
And pitty much his plight, that liu’dliv’d like outcast thrall.
But to his speach he aunswered no whit,
But stood still mute, as if he had beene dum,
Ne signe of sence did shew, ne common wit,
As one with griefe and anguishe ouercumovercum,
eueryevery thing did aunswere mum:
And euerever when the Prince vntounto him spake,
He louted lowly, as did him becum,
And humble homage did vntounto him make,
Midst sorrow shewing ioyousjoyous semblance for his sake.
At which his vncouthuncouth guise and vsageusage quaint
The Prince did wonder much, yet could not ghesse
The cause of that his sorrowfull constraint;
Yet weend by secret signes of manlinesse,
Which close appeard in that rude brutishnesse,
That he whilome some gentle swaine had beene,
Traind vpup in feats of armes and knightlinesse;
Which he obseru’dobserv’d, by that he him had seene
To weld his naked sword, and try the edges keene.
And eke by that he saw on eueryevery tree,
How he the name of one engrauenengraven had,
Which likly was his liefest louelove to be,
For whom he now so sorely was bestad;
Which was by him B E L P H E B E rightly rad.
Yet who was that Belphebe, he ne wist;
Yet saw he often how he wexed glad,
When he it heard, and how the ground he kist,
Wherein it written was, and how himselfe he blist:
Tho when he long had marked his demeanor,
And saw that all he said and did, was vaine,
Ne ought mote make him change his wonted tenor,
Ne ought mote ease or mitigate his paine,
He left him there in languor to remaine,
Till time for him should remedy prouideprovide,
And him restore to former grace againe.
Which for it is too long here to abide,
I will deferre the end vntilluntill another tide.