Talus brings newes to Britomart,
of Artegals mishap,
She goes to seeke him, Dolon meetes,
who seekes her to entrap.
SOmeSome men, I wote, will deeme in Artegall
Great weaknesse, and report of him much ill,
For yeelding so himselfe a wretched thrall,
To th’insolent commaund of womens will;
That all his former praise doth fowly spill.
But he the man, that say or doe so dare,
Be well aduiz’dadviz’d, that he stand stedfast still:
For neuernever yet was wight so well aware,
But he at first or last was trapt in womens snare.
Yet in the streightnesse of that captiuecaptive state,
This gentle knight himselfe so well behauedbehaved,
That notwithstanding all the subtill bait,
With which those Amazons his louelove still crauedcraved,
To his owne louelove his loialtie he sauedsaved:
Whose character in th’Adamantine mould
Of his true hart so firmely was engrauedengraved,
That no new louesloves impression euerever could
BereaueBereave it thence: such blot his honour blemish should.
Yet his owne louelove, the noble Britomart,
Scarse so conceiuedconceived in her iealousjealous thought,
What time sad tydings of his balefull smart
In womans bondage, Talus to her brought;
Brought in vntimelyuntimely houre, ere it was sought.
For after that the vtmostutmost date, assynde
For his returne, she waited had for nought,
She gan to cast in her misdoubtfull mynde
A thousand feares, that loue-sickelove-sicke fancies faine to fynde.
Sometime she feared, least some hard mishap
Had him misfalne in his aduenturousadventurous quest;
Sometime least his false foe did him entrap
In traytrous traine, or had vnwaresunwares opprest:
But most she did her troubled mynd molest,
And secretly afflict with iealousjealous feare,
Least some new louelove had him from her possest;
Yet loth she was, since she no ill did heare,
To thinke of him so ill: yet could she not forbeare.
One while she blam’d her selfe; another whyle
She him condemn’d, as trustlesse and vntrewuntrew:
And then, her griefe with errour to beguyle,
She fayn’d to count the time againe anew,
As if before she had not counted trew.
For houres but dayes; for weekes, that passed were,
She told but moneths, to make them seeme more few:
Yet when she reckned them, still drawing neare,
Each hour did seeme a moneth, &and
eueryevery moneth a yeare.
But when as yet she saw him not returne,
She thought to send some one to seeke him out;
But none she found so fit to serueserve that turne,
As her owne selfe, to ease her selfe of dout.
Now she deuiz’ddeviz’d amongst the warlike rout
Of errant Knights, to seeke her errant Knight;
And then againe resolu’dresolv’d to hunt him out
Amongst loose Ladies, lapped in delight:
And then both Knights enuideenvide, &and Ladies eke did spight.
One day, when as she long had sought for ease
In eueryevery place, and eueryevery place thought best,
Yet found no place, that could her liking please,
She to a window came, that opened West,
Towards which coast her louelove his way addrest.
There looking forth, shee in her heart did find
Many vaine fancies, working her vnrestunrest;
And sent her winged thoughts, more swift then wind,
To beare vntounto her louelove the message of her mind.
There as she looked long, at last she spide
One comming towards her with hasty speede:
Well weend she then, ere him she plaine descride,
That it was one sent from her louelove indeede.
Who when he nigh approcht, shee mote arede
That it was Talus, Artegall his groome;
Whereat her heart was fild with hope and drede;
Ne would she stay, till he in place could come,
But ran to meete him forth, to know his tidings somme.
EuenEven in the dore him meeting, she begun;
And where is he thy Lord, and how far hence?
Declare at once; and hath he lost or wun?
The yron man, albe he wanted sence
And sorrowes feeling, yet with conscience
Of his ill newes, did inly chill and quake,
And stood still mute, as one in great suspence,
As if that by his silence he would make
Her rather reade his meaning, 1596.bk5.V.vi.9.9. then: thanthenthan him selfe it spake.
Till she againe thus sayd; Talus be bold,
And tell what euerever it be, good or bad,
That from thy tongue thy hearts intent doth hold.
To whom he thus at length. The tidings sad,
That I would hide, will needs, I see, be rad.
My Lord, your louelove, by hard mishap doth lie
In wretched bondage, wofully bestad.
Ay me (quoth she) what wicked destinie?
And is he vanquisht by his tyrant enemy?
Not by that Tyrant, his intended foe;
But by a Tyrannesse (he then
That him captiuedcaptived hath in haplesse woe.
Cease thou bad newes-man, badly doest thou hide
Thy maisters shame, in harlots bondage tide.
The rest my selfe too readily can spell.
With that in rage she turn’d from him aside,
Forcing in vaine the rest to her to tell,
And to her chamber went like solitary cell.
There she began to make her monefull plaint
Against her Knight, for being so vntrewuntrew;
And him to touch with falshoods fowle attaint,
That all his other honour ouerthrewoverthrew.
Oft did she blame her selfe, and often rew,
For yeelding to a straungers louelove so light,
Whose life and manners straunge she neuernever knew;
And euermoreevermore she did him sharpely twight
For breach of faith to her, which he had firmely plight.
And then she in her wrathfull will did cast,
How to reuengerevenge that blot of honour blent;
To fight with him, and goodly die her last:
And then againe she did her selfe torment,
Inflicting on her selfe his punishment.
A while she walkt, and chauft; a while she threw
Her selfe vpponuppon her bed, and did lament:
Yet did she not lament with loude alew,
As women wont, but with deepe sighes, and singulfs few.
Like as a wayward childe, whose sounder sleepe
Is broken with some fearefull dreames affright,
With froward will doth set him selfe to weepe;
Ne can be stild for all his nurses might,
But kicks, and squals, and shriekes for fell despight:
Now scratching her, and her loose locks misusing;
Now seeking darkenesse, and now seeking light;
Then crauingcraving sucke, and then the sucke refusing.
Such was this Ladies fit, in her louesloves fond accusing.
But when she had with such vnquietunquiet fits
Her selfe there close afflicted long in vaine,
Yet found no easement in her troubled wits,
Talus forth return’d againe,
By change of place seeking to ease her paine;
And gan enquire of him, with mylder mood,
The certaine cause of Artegals detaine;
And what he did, and in what state he stood,
And whether he did woo, or whether he were woo’d.
Ah wellaway (sayd then the yron
That he is not the while in state to woo;
But lies in wretched thraldome, weake and wan,
Not by strong hand compelled thereunto,
But his owne doome, that none can now vndooundoo.
Sayd I not then (quoth shee) erwhile aright,
That this is things compacte betwixt you two,
Me to deceiuedeceive of faith vntounto me plight,
Since that he was not forst, nor ouercomeovercome in fight?
With that he gan at large to her dilate
The whole discourse of his captiuancecaptivance sad,
In sort as ye hauehave heard the same of late.
All which when she with hard enduraunce had
HeardHere to the end, she was right sore bestad,
With sodaine stounds of wrath and griefe attone:
Ne would abide, till she had aunswere made,
But streight her selfe did dight, and armor don;
And mounting to her steede, bad Talus guide her on.
So forth she rode vpponuppon her ready way,
To seeke her Knight, as Talus her did guide:
Sadly she rode, and neuernever word did say,
Nor good nor bad, ne euerever lookt aside,
But still right downe, and in her thought did hide
The felnesse of her heart, right fully bent
To fierce auengementavengement of that womans pride,
Which had her Lord in her base prison pent,
And so great honour with so fowle reproch had blent.
So as she thus melancholicke did ride,
Chawing the cud of griefe and inward paine,
She chaunst to meete toward th’euen-tideth’even-tide
A Knight, that softly paced on the plaine,
As if him selfe to solace he were faine.
Well shot in yeares he seem’d, and rather bent
To peace, 1596.bk5.V.vi.19.7. then: thanthenthan needlesse trouble to constraine.
As well by view of that his vestiment,
As by his modest semblant, that no euillevill ment.
He comming neare, gan gently her salute.
With curteous words, in the most comely wize;
Who though desirous rather to rest mute,
1596.bk5.V.vi.20.4. Then: ThanThenThan termes to entertaine of common guize,
Yet rather then she kindnesse would despize,
She would her selfe displease, so him requite.
Then gan the other further to deuizedevize
Of things abrode, as next to hand did light,
And many things demaund, to which she answer’d light.
For little lust had she to talke of ought,
Or ought to heare, that mote delightfull bee;
Her minde was whole possessed of one thought,
That gauegave none other place. Which when as hee
By outward signes, (as well he might) did see,
He list no lenger to vseuse lothfull speach,
But her besought to take it well in gree,
Sith shady dampe had dimd the heauensheavens reach,
To lodge with him that night, vnlesunles good cause empeach
The Championesse, now seeing night at dore,
Was glad to yeeld vntounto his good request:
And with him went without gaine-saying more.
Not farre away, but little wide by West,
His dwelling was, to which he him addrest;
Where soone arriuingarriving they receiuedreceived were
In seemely wise, as them beseemed best:
For he their host them goodly well did cheare,
And talk’t of pleasant things, the night away to weare.
Thus passing th’eueningth’evening well, till time of rest,
vntounto a bowre was brought;
Where groomes awayted her to hauehave
But she ne would vndressedundressed be for ought,
Ne doffe her armes, though he her much besought.
For she had vow’d, she sayd, not to forgo
Those warlike weedes, till she reuengerevenge had wrought
Of a late wrong vpponuppon a mortall foe;
Which she would sure performe, betide her wele or wo.
Which when their Host perceiu’dperceiv’d, right discontent
In minde he grew, for feare least by that art
He should his purpose misse, which close he ment:
Yet taking leaueleave of her, he did depart.
There all that night remained Britomart,
Restlesse, recomfortlesse, with heart deepe grieuedgrieved,
Not suffering the least twinckling sleepe to start
Into her eye, which th’heart mote hauehave
But if the least appear’d, her eyes she streight reprieuedreprieved.
Ye guilty eyes (sayd she) the which with guyle
My heart at first betrayd, will ye betray
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Ye will not watch? false watches, wellaway,
I wote when ye did watch both night and day
VntoUnto your losse: and now needes will ye sleepe?
Now ye hauehave made my heart to wake alway,
Now will ye sleepe? ah wake, and rather weepe,
To thinke of your nights want, that should yee waking keepe.
Thus did she watch, and weare the weary night
In waylfull plaints, that none was to appease;
Now walking soft, now sitting still vprightupright,
As sundry chaunge her seemed best to ease.
Ne lesse did Talus suffer sleepe to seaze
His eye-lids sad, but watcht continually,
Lying without her dore in great disease;
Like to a Spaniell wayting carefully
Least any should betray his Lady treacherously.
What time the natiuenative Belman of the night,
The bird, that warned Peter of his fall,
First rings his siluersilver Bell t’each sleepy wight,
That should their mindes vpup to deuotiondevotion call,
She heard a wondrous noise below the hall.
All sodainely the bed, where she should lie,
By a false trap was let adowne to fall
Into a lower roome, and by and by
The loft was raysd againe, that no man could it spie.
With sight whereof she was dismayd right sore,
PerceiuingPerceiving well the treason, which was ment:
Yet stirred not at all for doubt of more,
But kept her place with courage confident,
Wayting what would ensue of that euentevent.
It was not long, before she heard the sound
Of armed men, comming with close intent
Towards her chamber; at which dreadfull stound
She quickly caught her sword, &and shield about her bound.
With that there came vntounto her chamber dore
Two Knights, all arm’d ready for to fight,
And after them full many other more,
A raskall rout, with weapons rudely dight.
Whom soone as Talus spide by glims of night,
He started vpup, there where on ground he lay,
And in his hand his thresher ready keight.
They seeing that, let driuedrive at him streight way,
And round about him preace in riotous aray.
But soone as he began to lay about
With his rude yron flaile, they gan to flie,
Both armed Knights, and eke vnarmedunarmed rout:
Yet Talus after them apace did plie,
Where euerever in the darke he could them spie;
That here and there like scattred sheepe they lay.
Then backe returning, where his Dame did lie,
He to her told the story of that fray,
And all that treason there intended did bewray.
Wherewith though wondrous wroth, and inly burning,
To be auengedavenged for so fowle a deede,
Yet being forst to abide the daies returning,
She there remain’d, but with right wary heede,
Least any more such practise should proceede.
Now mote ye know (that which to Britomart
VnknowenUnknowen was) whence all this did proceede,
And for what cause so great mischieuousmischievous smart
Was ment to her, that neuernever
euillevill ment in hart.
The goodman of this house was Dolon hight,
A man of subtill wit and wicked minde,
That whilome in his youth had bene a Knight,
And armes had borne, but little good could finde,
And much lesse honour by that warlike kinde
Of life: for he was nothing valorous,
But with slie shiftes and wiles did vndermindeunderminde
All noble Knights, which were aduenturousadventurous,
And many brought to shame by treason treacherous.
He had three sonnes, all three like fathers sonnes,
Like treacherous, like full of fraud and guile,
Of all that on this earthly compasse wonnes:
The eldest of the which was slaine erewhile
By Artegall, through his owne guilty wile;
His name was Guizor, whose vntimelyuntimely fate
For to auengeavenge, full many treasons vile
His father Dolon had deuiz’ddeviz’d of late
With these his wicked sons, and shewd his cankred hate.
For sure he weend, that this his present guest
Was Artegall, by many tokens plaine;
But chiefly by that yron page he ghest,
Which still was wont with Artegall remaine;
And therefore ment him surely to hauehave slaine.
But by Gods grace, and her good heedinesse,
She was preseruedpreserved from their traytrous traine.
Thus she all night wore out in watchfulnesse,
Ne suffred slothfull sleepe her eyelids to oppresse.
The morrow next, so soone as dawning houre
DiscoueredDiscovered had the light to liuingliving eye,
She forth yssew’d out of her loathed bowre,
With full intent t’auenget’avenge that villany,
On that vilde man, and all his family.
And comming down to seeke them, where they wond,
Nor sire, nor sonnes, nor any could she spie:
Each rowme she sought, but them all empty fond:
They all were fled for feare, but whether, nether kond.
She saw it vaine to make there lenger stay,
But tooke her steede, and thereon mounting light,
Gan her addresse vntounto her former way.
She had not rid the mountenance of a flight,
But that she saw there present in her sight,
Those two false brethren, on that perillous Bridge,
On which Pollente with Artegall
Streight was the passage like a ploughed ridge,
That if two met, the one mote needes fall ouerover the lidge.
There they did thinke them seluesselves on her to wreake:
Who as she nigh vntounto them drew, the one
These vile reproches gan vntounto her speake;
Thou recreant false traytor, that with lone
Of armes hast knighthood stolne, yet Knight art none,
No more shall now the darkenesse of the night
Defend thee from the vengeance of thy fone,
But with thy bloud thou shalt appease the spright
Of Guizor, by thee slaine, and murdred by thy
Strange were the words in Britomartis eare;
Yet stayd she not for them, but forward fared,
Till to the perillous Bridge she came, and there
Talus desir’d, that he might hauehave prepared
The way to her, and those two losels scared.
But she thereat was wroth, that for despight
The glauncing sparkles through her beuerbever glared,
And from her eies did flash out fiery light,
Like coles, that through a siluersilver Censer sparkle bright.
She stayd not to aduiseadvise which way to take;
But putting spurres vntounto her fiery beast,
Thorough the midst of them she way did make.
The one of them, which most her wrath increast,
VpponUppon her speare she bore before her breast,
Till to the Bridges further end she past,
Where falling downe, his challenge he releast:
The other ouerover side the Bridge she cast
Into the riuerriver, where he drunke his deadly last.
As when the flashing LeuinLevin haps to light
VpponUppon two stubborne oakes, which stand so neare,
That way betwixt them none appeares in sight;
The Engin fiercely flying forth, doth teare
Th’one from the earth, &and through the aire doth beare;
The other it with force doth ouerthrowoverthrow,
VpponUppon one side, and from his rootes doth reare.
So did the Championesse those two there strow,
And to their sire their carcasses left to bestow.