Prince Arthure and Sir Artegall,
Free Samient from feare:
They slay the Soudan, driuedrive his wife,
Adicia to despaire.
heauenheaven so strongly doth allure
The sence of man, and all his minde possesse,
As beauties louelylovely baite, that doth procure
Great warriours oft their rigour to represse,
And mighty hands forget their manlinesse;
Drawne with the powre of an heart-robbing eye,
And wrapt in fetters of a golden tresse,
That can with melting pleasaunce mollifye
Their hardned hearts, enur’d to bloud and cruelty.
So whylome learnd that mighty IewishJewish swaine,
Each of whose lockes did match a man in might,
To lay his spoiles before his lemans traine:
So also did that great Oetean Knight
For his louesloves sake his Lions skin vndightundight:
And so did warlike Antony neglect
The worlds whole rule for Cleopatras sight.
Such wondrous powre hath wemens faire aspect,
To captiuecaptive men, and make them all the world reiectreject.
Yet could it not sterne Artegall retaine,
Nor hold from suite of his auowedavowed quest,
Which he had vndertaneundertane to Gloriane;
But left his louelove, albe her strong request,
Faire Britomart in languor and vnrestunrest,
And rode him selfe vpponuppon his first intent:
Ne day nor night did euerever idly rest;
Ne wight but onely Talus with him went,
The true guide of his way and vertuous gouernmentgovernment.
So trauellingtravelling, he chaunst far off to heed
A Damzell, flying on a palfrey fast
Before two Knights, that after her did speed
With all their powre, and her full fiercely chast
In hope to hauehave her ouerhentoverhent at last:
Yet fled she fast, and both them farre outwent,
Carried with wings of feare, like fowle aghast,
With locks all loose, and rayment all to rent;
And euerever as she rode, her eye was backeward bent.
Soone after these he saw another Knight,
That after those two former rode apace,
With speare in rest, and prickt with all his might:
So ran they all, as they had bene at bace,
They being chased, that did others chase.
At length he saw the hindmost ouertakeovertake
One of those two, and force him turne his face;
How euerever loth he were his way to slake,
Yet mote he algates now abide, and answere make.
But th’other still pursu’d the fearefull Mayd;
Who still from him as fast away did flie,
Ne once for ought her speedy passage stayd,
Till that at length she did before her spie
Sir Artegall, to whom she streight did hie
With gladfull hast, in hope of him to get
Succour against her greedy enimy:
Who seeing her approch gan forward set,
To sauesave her from her feare, and him from force to let.
But he like hound full greedy of his pray,
Being impatient of impediment,
Continu’d still his course, and by the way
Thought with his speare him quight hauehave
So both together ylike felly bent,
Like fiercely met. But Artegall was stronger,
And better skild in Tilt and Turnament,
And bore him quite out of his saddle, longer
7.9. Then: ThanThenThan two speares length; So mischiefe ouermatchtovermatcht the wronger.
And in his fall misfortune himhm mistooke;
For on his head vnhappilyunhappily he pight,
That his owne waight his necke asunder broke,
And left there dead. Meane while the other Knight
Defeated had the other faytour quight,
And all his bowels in his body brast:
Whom leauingleaving there in that dispiteous plight,
He ran still on, thinking to follow fast
His other fellow Pagan, which before him past.
In stead of whom finding there ready prest
Sir Artegall, without discretion
He at him ran, with ready speare in rest:
Who seeing him come still so fiercely on,
Against him made againe. So both anon
Together met, and strongly either strooke
And broke their speares; yet neither has forgon
His horses backe, yet to and fro long shooke,
And tottred like two towres, which
through a tempest quooke.
But when againe they had recoueredrecovered sence,
They drew their swords, in mind to make amends
For what their speares had fayld of their pretence.
Which when the Damzell, who those deadly ends
Of both her foes had seene, and now her frends
For her beginning a more fearefull fray,
She to them runnes in hast, and her haire rends,
Crying to them their cruell hands to stay,
VntillUntill they both doe heare, what she to them will say.
They stayd their hands, when she thus gan to speake;
Ah gentle Knights, what meane ye thus vnwiseunwise
VponUpon your seluesselves anothers wrong to wreake?
I am the wrong’d, whom ye did enterprise
Both to redresse, and both redrest likewise:
Witnesse the Paynims both, whom ye may see
There dead on ground. What doe ye then deuisedevise
Of more reuengerevenge? if more, then I am shee,
Which was the roote of all, end your reuengerevenge on mee.
Whom when they heard so say, they lookt about,
To weete if it were true, as she had told;
Where when they saw their foes dead out of doubt,
Eftsoones they gan their wrothfull hands to hold,
And Ventailes reare, each other to behold.
Tho when as Artegall did Arthure
So faire a creature, and so wondrous bold,
He much admired both his heart and hew,
And touched with intire affection, nigh him drew.
Saying, sir Knight, of pardon I you pray,
That all vnweetingunweeting
hauehave you wrong’d thus sore,
Suffring my hand against my heart to stray:
Which if ye please forgiueforgive, I will therefore
Yeeld for amends my selfe yours euermoreevermore,
Or what so penaunce shall by you be red.
To whom the Prince; Certes me needeth more
To crauecrave the same, whom errour so misled,
As that I did mistake the liuingliving for the ded.
But sith ye please, that both our blames shall die,
Amends may for the trespasse soone be made,
Since neither is endamadg’d much thereby.
So can they both them seluesselves full eath perswade
To faire accordaunce, and both faults to shade,
Either embracing other louinglylovingly,
And swearing faith to either on his blade,
NeuerNever thenceforth to nourish enmity,
But either others cause to maintaine mutually.
Then Artegall gan of the Prince enquire,
What were those knights, which there on groũdground were layd,
And had receiu’dreceiv’d their follies worthy hire,
And for what cause they chased so that Mayd.
Certes I wote not well (the Prince then sayd)
But by aduentureadventure found them faring so,
As by the way vnweetinglyunweetingly I strayd,
And lo the Damzell selfe, whence all did grow,
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Then they that Damzell called to then nie,
And asked her, what were those two her fone,
From whom she earst so fast away did flie;
And what was she her selfe so woe begone,
And for what cause pursu’d of them attone.
To whom she thus; Then wote ye well, that I
Doe serueserve a Queene, that not far hence doth wone,
A Princesse of great powre and maiestiemajestie,
Famous through all the world, and honor’d far and nie.
Her name Mercilla most men vseuse to call;
That is a mayden Queene of high renowne,
For her great bounty knowen ouerover all,
And souerainesoveraine grace, with which her royall crowne
She doth support, and strongly beateth downe
The malice of her foes, which her enuyenvy,
And at her happinesse do fret and frowne:
Yet she her selfe the more doth magnify,
And eueneven to her foes her mercies multiply.
Mongst many which maligne her happy state,
There is a mighty man, which wonnes here by
That with most fell despight and deadly hate,
Seekes to subuertsubvert her Crowne and dignity,
And all his powre doth thereunto apply:
And her good Knights, of which so brauebrave a band
SeruesServes her, as any Princesse vnderunder sky,
He either spoiles, if they against him stand,
Or to his part allures, and bribeth vnderunder hand.
Ne him sufficeth all the wrong and ill,
Which he vntounto her people does each day,
But that he seekes by traytrous traines to spill
Her person, and her sacred selfe to slay:
That ô ye heauensheavens defend, and turne away
From her, vntounto the miscreant him selfe,
That neither hath religion nor fay,
But makes his God of his vngodlyungodly pelfe,
And Idols seruesserves; so let his Idols serueserve the Elfe.
To all which cruell tyranny they say,
He is prouoktprovokt, and stird vpup day and night
By his bad wife, that hight Adicia,
Who counsels him through confidence of might,
To breake all bonds of law, and rules of right.
For she her selfe professeth mortall foe
To IusticeJustice, and against her still doth fight,
Working to all, that louelove her, deadly woe,
And making all her Knights and people to doe so.
Which my liege Lady seeing, thought it best,
With that his wife in friendly wise to deale,
For stint of strife, and stablishment of rest
Both to her selfe, and to her common weale,
And all forepast displeasures to repeale.
So me in message vntounto her she sent,
To treat with her by way of enterdeale,
Of finall peace and faire attonement,
Which might concluded be by mutuall consent.
All times hauehave wont safe passage to afford
To messengers, that come for causes iustjust:
But this proude Dame disdayning all accord,
Not onely into bitter termes forth brust,
ReuilingReviling me, and rayling as she lust,
But lastly to make proofe of vtmostutmost shame,
Me like a dog she out of dores did thrust,
Miscalling me by many a bitter name,
That neuernever did her ill, ne once deserueddeserved blame.
And lastly, that no shame might wanting be,
When I was gone, soone after me she sent
These two false Knights, whom there ye lying see,
To be by them dishonoured and shent:
But thankt be God, and your good hardiment,
They hauehave the price of their owne folly payd.
So said this Damzell, that hight Samient,
And to those knights, for their so noble ayd,
Her selfe most gratefull shew’d, &and heaped thanks repayd.
But they now hauinghaving throughly heard, and seene
Al those great wrongs, the which that mayd complained.
To hauehave bene done against her Lady Queene,
By that proud dame, which her so much disdained,
Were mouedmoved much thereat, and twixt them fained,
With all their force to worke auengementavengement strong
VpponUppon the Souldan selfe, which it mayntained,
And on his Lady, th’author of that wrong,
And vpponuppon all those Knights, that did to her belong.
But thinking best by counterfet disguise
To their deseigne to make the easier way,
They did this complot twixt them seluesselves
First that sir Artegall should him array,
Like one of those two Knights, which dead there lay.
And then that Damzell, the sad Samient,
Should as his purchast prize with him conuayconvay
VntoUnto the Souldans court, her to present
VntoUnto his scornefull Lady, that for her had sent.
So as they had deuiz’ddeviz’d, sir Artegall
Him clad in th’armour of a Pagan knight,
And taking with him, as his vanquisht thrall,
That Damzell, led her to the Souldans right.
Where soone as his proud wife of her had sight,
Forth of her window as she looking lay,
She weened streight, it was her Paynim Knight,
Which brought that Damzell, as his purchast pray;
And sent to him a Page, that mote direct his way.
Who bringing them to their appointed place,
Offred his seruiceservice to disarme the Knight;
But he refusing him to let vnlaceunlace,
For doubt to be discouereddiscovered by his sight,
Kept himselfe still in his straunge armour dight.
Soone after whom the Prince arriuedarrived there,
And sending to the Souldan in despight
A bold defyance, did of him requere
That Damzell, whom he held as wrongfull prisonere.
Wherewith the Souldan all with furie fraught,
Swearing, and banning most blasphemously,
Commaunded straight his armour to be brought,
And mounting straight vponupon a charret hye,
With yron wheeles and hookes arm’d dreadfully,
And drawne of cruell steedes, which he had fed
With flesh of men, whom through fell tyranny
He slaughtred had, and ere they were halfe ded,
Their bodies to his beasts for prouenderprovender did spred.
So forth he came all in a cote of plate,
Burnisht with bloudie rust, whiles on the greene
The Briton Prince him readie did awayte,
In glistering armes right goodly well beseene,
That shone as bright, as doth the heauenheaven sheene;
And by his stirrup Talus did attend,
Playing his pages part, as he had beene
Before directed by his Lord; to th’end
He should his flale to finall execution bend.
Thus goe they both together to their geare,
With like fierce minds, but meanings different:
For the proud Souldan with presumpteous cheare,
And countenance sublime and insolent,
Sought onely slaughter and auengementavengement:
But the brauebrave Prince for honour and for right,
Gainst tortious powre and lawlesse regiment,
In the behalfe of wronged weake did fight:
More in his causes truth he trusted 30.9. then: thanthenthan in might.
Like to the Thracian Tyrant, who they say
VntoUnto his horses gauegave his guests for meat,
Till he himselfe was made their greedie pray,
And torne in peeces by Alcides great.
So thought the Souldan in his follies threat,
Either the Prince in peeces to hauehave torne
With his sharpe wheeles, in his first rages heat,
Or vnderunder his fierce horses feet hauehave borne
And trampled downe in dust his thoughts disdained scorne.
But the bold child that perill well espying,
If he too rashly to his charet drew,
Gaue way vntounto his horses speedie flying,
And their resistlesse rigour did eschew.
Yet as he passed by, the Pagan threw
A shiueringshivering dart with so impetuous force,
That had he not it shun’d with heedfull vew,
It had himselfe transfixed, or his horse,
Or made them both one masse withouten more remorse.
Oft drew the Prince vntounto his charret nigh,
In hope some stroke to fasten on him neare;
But he was mounted in his seat so high,
And his wingfooted coursers him did beare
So fast away, that ere his readie speare
He could aduanceadvance, he farre was gone and past.
Yet still he him did follow euerywhereeverywhere,
And followed was of him likewise full fast;
So long as in his steedes the flaming breath did last.
Againe the Pagan threw another dart,
Of which he had with him abundant store,
On eueryevery side of his embatteld cart,
And of all other weapons lesse or more,
Which warlike vsesuses had deuiz’ddeviz’d of yore.
The wicked shaft guyded through th’ayrie wyde,
By some bad spirit, that it to mischiefe bore,
Stayd not, till through his curat it did glyde,
And made a griesly wound in his enriuenenriven side.
Much was he grieuedgrieved with that haplesse throe,
That opened had the welspring of his blood;
But much the more that to his hatefull foe
He mote not come, to wreake his wrathfull mood.
That made him rauerave, like to a Lyon wood,
Which being wounded of the huntsmans hand
Can not come neare him in the couertcovert wood,
Where he with boughes hath built his shady stand,
And fenst himselfe about with many a flaming brand.
Still when he sought t’approch vntounto him ny,
His charret wheeles about him whirled round,
And made him backe againe as fast to fly;
And eke his steedes like to an hungry hound,
That hunting after game hath carrion found,
So cruelly did him pursew and chace,
That his good steed, all were he much renound
For noble courage, and for hardie race,
Durst not endure their sight, but fled from place to place.
Thus long they trast, and trauersttraverst to and fro,
Seeking by eueryevery way to make some breach,
Yet could the Prince not nigh vntounto him goe,
That one sure stroke he might vntounto him reach,
Whereby his strengthes assay he might him teach.
At last from his victorious shield he drew
The vaile, which did his powrefull light empeach;
And comming full before his horses vew,
As they vponupon him prest, it plaine to them did shew.
Like lightening flash, that hath the gazer burned,
So did the sight thereof their sense dismay,
That backe againe vponupon
themseluesthemselves they turned,
And with their ryder ranne perforce away:
Ne could the Souldan them from flying stay,
With raynes, or wonted rule, as well he knew.
Nought feared they, what he could do, or say,
But th’onely feare, that was before their vew;
From which like mazed deare, dismayfully they flew.
Fast did they fly, as them their feete could beare,
High ouerover hilles, and lowly ouerover dales,
As they were follow’d of their former feare.
In vaine the Pagan bannes, and sweares, and rayles,
And backe with both his hands vntounto him hayles
The resty raynes, regarded now no more:
He to them calles and speakes, yet nought auaylesavayles;
They heare him not, they hauehave forgot his lore,
But go, which way they list, their guide they hauehave forlore.
As when the firie-mouthed steeds, which drew
The Sunnes bright wayne to Phaetons decay,
Soone as they did the monstrous Scorpion vew,
With vglyugly craples crawling in their way,
The dreadfull sight did them so sore affray,
That their well knowne courses they forwent,
And leading th’euer-burningth’ever-burning lampe astray,
This lower world nigh all to ashes brent,
And left their scorched path yet in the firmament.
Such was the furie of these head-strong steeds,
Soone as the infants sunlike shield they saw,
That all obedience both to words and deeds
They quite forgot, and scornd all former law;
Through woods, and rocks, and mountaines they did draw
The yron charet, and the wheeles did teare,
And tost the Paynim, without feare or awe;
From side to side they tost him here and there,
Crying to them in vaine, that nould his crying heare.
Yet still the Prince pursew’d him close behind,
Oft making offer him to smite, but found
No easie meanes according to his mind.
At last they hauehave all ouerthrowneoverthrowne to ground
Quite topside turueyturvey, and the pagan hound
Amongst the yron hookes and graples keene,
Torne all to rags, and rent with many a wound,
That no whole peece of him was to be seene,
But scattred all about, and strow’d vponupon the greene.
Like as the cursed sonne of Theseus,
That following his chace in dewy morne,
To fly his stepdames louesloves outrageous,
Of his owne steedes was all to peeces torne,
And his faire limbs left in the woods forlorne;
That for his sake Diana did lament,
And all the wooddy Nymphes did wayle and mourne.
So was this Souldan rapt and all to rent,
That of his shape appear’d no litle moniment.
Onely his shield and armour, which there lay,
Though nothing whole, but all to brusd and broken,
He vpup did take, and with him brought away,
That mote remaine for an eternall token
To all, mongst whom this storie should be spoken,
How worthily, by heauensheavens high decree,
IusticeJustice that day of wrong her selfe had wroken,
That all men which that spectacle did see,
By like ensample mote for euerever warned bee.
So on a tree, before the Tyrants dore,
He caused them be hung in all mens sight,
To be a moniment for euermoreevermore.
Which when his Ladie from the castles hight
Beheld, it much appald her troubled spright:
Yet not, as women wont in dolefull fit,
She was dismayd, or faynted through affright,
But gathered vntounto her her troubled wit,
And gan eftsoones deuizedevize to be aueng’daveng’d for it.
Streight downe she ranne, like an enraged cow,
That is berobbed of her youngling dere,
With knife in hand, and fatally did vow,
To wreake her on that mayden messengere,
Whom she had causd be kept as prisonere,
By Artegall, misween’d for her owne Knight,
That brought her backe. And comming present there,
She at her ran with all her force and might,
All flaming with reuengerevenge and furious despight.
Like raging Ino, when with knife in hand
She threw her husbands murdred infant out,
Or fell Medea, when on Colchicke
Her brothers bones she scattered all about;
Or as that madding mother, mongst the rout
Of Bacchus Priests her owne deare flesh did teare.
Yet neither Ino, nor Medea
Nor all the Mœnades so furious were,
As this bold woman, when she saw that Damzell there.
But Artegall being thereof aware,
Did stay her cruell hand, ere she her raught,
And as she did her selfe to strike prepare,
Out of her fist the wicked weapon caught:
With that like one enfelon’d or distraught,
She forth did rome, whether her rage her bore,
With franticke passion, and with furie fraught;
And breaking forth out at a posterne dore,
VntoUnto the wyld wood ranne, her dolours to deplore.
As a mad bytch, when as the franticke fit
Her burning tongue with rage inflamed hath,
Doth runne at randon, and with furious bit
Snatching at eueryevery thing, doth wreake her wrath
On man and beast, that commeth in her path.
There they doe say, that she transformed was
Into a Tygre, and that Tygres scath
In crueltie and outrage she did pas,
To proueprove her surname true, that she imposed has.
Then Artegall himselfe dicoueringdicovering plaine,
Did issue forth gainst all that warlike rout
Of knights and armed men, which did maintaine
That Ladies part, and to the Souldan lout:
All which he did assault with courage stout,
All were they nigh an hundred knights of name,
And like wyld Goates them chaced all about,
Flying from place to place with cowheard shame,
So that with finall force them all he ouercameovercame.
Then caused he the gates be opened wyde,
And there the Prince, as victour of that day,
With tryumph entertayn’d and glorifyde,
Presenting him with all the rich array,
And roiall pompe, which there long hidden lay,
Purchast through lawlesse powre and tortious wrong
Of that proud Souldan, whom he earst did slay.
So both for rest there hauinghaving stayd not long,
Marcht with that mayd, fit matter for another song.