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In his strong armes he stifly him embraste, “ At last such grace I found, and meanes I wrought,
Who him gain-striving nought at all prevaild; That I that lady to my spouse had wonne;
For all his power was utterly defaste,

Accord of friendes, consent of parents sought,
And furious fitts at earst quite weren quaild: Affyaunce made, my happinesse begonne,
Oft be re’nforst, and oft his forces fayld,

There wanted nought but few rites to be donne, Yet yield he would vot, nor his rancor slacke. Which mariage make: that day too farre did seeme! Theu him to ground he cast, and rudely hayld, Most ioyous man, on whom the shining Sunne And both his hands fast bound behind his backe, Did shew bis face, myselfe I did esteeme, And both his feet in fetters to an yron racke. And that my falser friend did no less joyous deeme.

With hundred yron chaines he did him bind, “ But, ere that wished day his beame disclosd,
And hundred knots, that did him sore constraine : He, either envying my toward good,
Yet his great yron teeth he still did grind

Or of bimselfe to treason ill disposd,
And grimly gnash, threatning revenge in vaino: One day unto me came in friendly mood,
His burning eyen, whom bloody strakes did staine, And told, for secret, how he understood
Stared full wide, and threw forth sparkes of fyre; That lady, whom I had to me assynd,
And, more for ranck despight then for great paine, Had both d's, aind er honorable blood,
Shakt his long locks colourd like copper-wyre,

And eke the faith which she to me did byod;
And bitt his tawny beard to shew his raging yre. And therefore wisht me stay, till I more truth

should fynd. Thus whenas Guyon Furor had captivd, Turning about he saw that wretched squyre,

“ The gnawing anguish, and sharp gelosy, Whom that mad man of life nigh late deprivd,

Which his sad speach infixed in piy brest, Lying on ground, all soild with blood and myre:

Ranckled so sore, and festred inwardly, Whom whenas he perceived to respyre,

That my engreeved mind could find no rest,

Till that the truth thereof I did out wrest;
He gan to comfort, and his woundes to dresse.
Being at last recured, he gan inqnyre

And him besought, by that same sacred band

Betwixt us both, to counsell me the best :
What hard mishap him brought to such distresse,
And made that caytives thra:1, the thrall of wretch- He then with solemne oath and plighted hand
ednesse.

Assurd, ere long the truth to let me understand. With hart then throbbing, and with watry eyes,

“ Ere long with like againe he boorded mee, “Fayre sir,"quoth he, “what man can shun the hap, Saying, he now had boulted all the floure, That hidden lyes unwares him to surprise ?

And that it was a groome of base degree, Misfortune waites advantage to entrap

Which of my love was partner paramoure : The man most wary in her whelming lap.

Who used in a darkesotne inner bowre

Her oft to meete: which better to approve,
So me weake wretch, of many weakest one,
Unweeting and unware of such mishap,

He promised to bring me at that howre,

When I should see that would me nearer move, She brought to mischiefe through occasion, Where this same wicked villein did me light upon.

And drive me to withdraw my blind abused lore.

“ This gracelesse man, for furtherance of his guile, “ It was a faithlesse squire, that was the sourse

Did court the handmayd of my lady deare, Of all my sorrow and of these sad teares,

Who, glad t'embosome his affection vile, With whom from tender dug of commune nourse

Did all she might more pleasing to appeare. Attonce I was upbrought; and eft, when yeares

One day, to worke her to bis will inore neare, More rype us reason lent to chose our peares,

He woo'd her thus; Pryené,'(so she hight) Ourselves in league of vowed love we knitt;

• What great despight doth Portune to thee beare, In which we long time, without gealous feares

Thus lowly to abase thy beautie bright, Or faultie thoughts, contynewd as was fitt;

That it should not deface all others lesser light? And, for my part I vow, dissembled not a whitt.

“ ' But if she had her least helpe to thee lent, " It was my fortune, commune to that age, T'adome thy forme according thy desart, To love a lady fayre of great degree,

Their blazing pride thou wouldest soone bave blent, The which was borne of noble parentage,

And staynd their prayses with thy least good part; And set in highest seat of dignitee,

Ne should faire Claribell with all her art, Yet seemd no lesse to love then lovd to bee :

Tho' she thy lady be, approch thee neare : Long I her serv'd, and found her faithfull still,

For proofe thereof, this evening, as thou art, Ne ever thing could cause us disagree:

Aray thyselfe in her most gorgeous geare, Love, that two barts makes one, makes eke one will: That I may more delight in thy embracement deare.' Each strove to please, and others pleasure to fulfill.

“ The mayden, proud through praise and mad My friend, hight Philemon, I did partake

through love, Of all my love and all my privitie ;

Him hearkned to, and soone herselfe arayd; Who greatly ioyous seemed for my sake,

The whiles to me the treachour did remove And gratious to that lady, as to mee;

His craftie engin; and, as he had sayd, Ne ever wight, that mote so welcome bee

Me leading, in a secret corner layd, As he to her, withouten blott or blame;

The sad spectatour of my tragedie: Ne ever thing, that she could think or see, Where left, he went, and his owne false part playd, But unto him she would impart the same: Disguised like that groome of base degree,

wretched man, that would abuse so gentle dame! Whom he had feignd th' abuser of my love to bee.

* Estsoones he came unto th' appointed place, “ Wrath, Gealosie, Griefe, Love, do thus expell: And with him brought Pryené, rich arayd, Wrath is a fire; and Gcalosie a weede; In Claribellaes clothes : her proper face

Griefe is a flood; and Love a monster fell; Inot descerned in that darkesome shade,

The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede, But Feend it was my love with whom he playd. The flood of drops, the monster filth did breede: Ah, Gou! what horrour and tormenting griefe But sparks, seed, drops, and filth, do thus delay; My hart, my handes, mine eies, and all assayd! Thesparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed, Me liefer were ten thousand deathës priefe

Phe drops dry up, and filth wipe cleane away: Then wounde of gealous worme, and shame of such So shall Wrath, Gealosy, Griefe, Love, die and derepriete.

cay.” " I home retourning, fraught with fowle despight, “ Unlucky squire,” saide Guyon, “sith thou hast And chawiny vengeance all the way I went,

Falne into mischiefe through intemperaunce, Sawne as my loathed love appeard in sight, Henceforth take heede of that thou now hast past, With wrathful hand I slew her innocent;

And guyde thy waies with warie governaunce, That alter soone I dearely did lament:

Least worse betide thee by some later chaunce. Por, when the cause of that outrageous deede But read how art thou nam'd, and of what kin." De naunded I made plaine and evident,

" Phaon I hight," quoth he," and do advaunce Her faultie handmayd, which that bale did breede, Mine auncestry from famous Coradin, Confest how Philemon her wrought to chaunge her Who first to rayse our house to honour did begin." weede.

Thus as he spake, lo ! far away they spyde " Which when I beard, with horrible affright A varlet ronning towardes hastily, And hellish fury all enraid, I sought

Whose flying feet so fast their way applyde, Upon myselfe that vengeable despight

That round about a cloud of dust did flv, To punish: yet it better first I thought

Which, mingled all with sweate, did dim his eye. To wreake my wrath on him, that first it wrought: He soone approched, panting, breathlesse, whut, To Philemon, false faytour Philemon,

And all so soyld, that none could him descry; I cast to pay that I so dearely bought:

His countenaupce was bold, and basbed not Of deadly drugs I gave him drinke anon,

For Guyons lookes, but scornefull ey-glaunce at And washt away bis guilt with guilty potion.

him shot. "Thas heaping crime on crime, and griefe on griefe, Behind his backe be bore a brasen shield, To losse of love adioyning losse of frend,

On which was drawen faire, in colours fit, I meant to purge both with a third mischiefe, A faming fire in midst of bloody field, And in my woes beginner it to end :

And round about the wreath this word was writ, That was Pryené; she did first offend,

Burnt I doe burne : right well beseemed it,
She last should smart: with which cruell intent, To be the shield of some redoubted knight:
When I at her my murdrous blade did bend, And in his hand two dartes exceeding fit
She fled away with ghastly dreriment,

And deadly sharp he held, wbose heads were dight
And I, poursewing my fell purpose, after went. In poyson and in blood of malice and despight.
" Feare gave her winges, and rage enforst my flight; When he in presence came, to Guyon first
Through woods and plaines so long I did her chace, He boldly spake; “Sir Knight, if knight thou bee,
Till this mad man, whom your victorious might Abandon this forestalled place at erst,
Hath now fast bound, me met in middle space: For feare of further harme, I counsell thee;
As I her, so be me poursewd apace,

Or bide the chaunce at thine owne ieopardee." And shortly overtooke: I, breathing yre,

The knight at his great boldnesse wondered; Sore chauffed at my stay in such a cace,

And, thongh he scoru'd his ydle vanitee, And with my heat kindled his cruell fyre; (spyre. Yet mildly him to purpose answered ; Which kindied once, his another did more rage in- for not to grow of nought he is coniectured; " Betwixt thein both they have me doen to dye, “ Varlet, this place most dew to me I deeme, Through wounds, and strokes, and stubborne handel- Yielded by him that held it forcibly: That death were better then such agony, [ing, But whence shold come that harme, which thou As griefe and fury unto me did bring;

dost seeme Of which in me yet stickes the moriall sting, To threat to him that mindes his chaunce t'abye?” That during life will never be appeasd !”

" Perdy,” sayd he, “here comes, and is hard by, When he thus ended bad his sorrowing,

A knight of wondrous pos re and great assay, Said Guyon; " Squyre, sore have ye beene diseasd; That never yet encountred enemy, But all your hurts may soone through temperance But did him deadly daunt, or fowle dismay; be easd.”

Ne thou for better hope, if thou his presence stay." Then gan the palmer thus; “Most wretched man, “How bight he,” then sayd Guyon, “and from That to affectious does the bridle lend !

“Pyrochles is his name, renowmed farre (whence?" la their beginning they are weake and wan, For his bold feates and hardy confidence, But soone through suffrance growe to fearefull end: Full oft approvd in many a cruell warre; While they are weake, betimes with them contend; The brother of Cymochles; both which arre For, when they once to perfect strength do grow, The sonnes of old Acrates and Despight; Strong warres they make, and cruell battry bend Acrates, sonne of Phlegeton and larre; Gainst fort of Reason, it to overthrow: [thus low. But Phlegeton is sonne of Herebus and Night Wrath, Gelosy, Griefe, Love, this squyre have laide But Herebus sanue of Aetersitie is hight,

So from immortall race he does proceede, After that varlets Aight, it was not long
That mortall hands may not withstand his might, Ere on the plaine fast pricking Guyon spide
Drad for his derring doe and bloody deed;

One in bright armes embatteiled full strong, For all in blood and spoile is his delight.

That, as the sunny beames do glavnce and glide His am I Atin; his in wrong and right,

Upon the trembling wave, so shined bright, That matter make for him to worke upon,

And round about him threw forth sparkling fire, And stirre him up to strife and cruell fight. That seemd him to enflame on every side: Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead anon,

His steed was bloody red, and fomed yre, (stire. Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion." When with the maistriog spur he did him roughly “ His be that care, whom most it doth concerne," Approching nigh, he never staid to greete, Sayd he: “but whether with such hasty flight Ne chaffar words, prowd corage to provoke, Art thou now bownd? for well mote I discerne But prickt so fiers, that underncath his feete Great cause, that carries thee so swifte and light.” | The smouldring dust did rownd about him smoke, “ My !ord,” quoth he, “me sent, and streight be- Buth horse and man nigh able for to choke; To seeke Occasion, where so she bee : [hight And, fayrly couching his steelebeaded speare, For he is all disposd to bloody fight,

Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke: And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltee; It booted nought sir Guyon, comming neare, Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardee." To thiucke such hideous puissaunce on foot to beare; “ Mad man,” said then the palmer, “ that does But lightly shunned it; and, passing by, Occasion to wrath, and cause of strife; (seeke With his bright blade did smite at him so fell, Shee comes unsought, and shooned followes eke. That the sharpe steele, arriving forcibly Happy! who can abstaine, when Rancor rife On his broad shield, bitt not, but glauncing fell Kindles revenge, and threats bis rusty koife: On his horse necke before the quilted sell, Woe never wants, where every cause is caught; And from the head the body sundred quight: And rash Occasion makes unquiet life !" (sought," So him dismounted low he did compell “ Then loe! wher bound she sits, whom thou hast On foot with bim to matchen equall fight; Said Guyon; “ let that message to thy lord be The truncked beastrast bleeding did him fowly diglit. brought."

Sore bruzed with the fall he slow uprose, That when the varlett heard and saw, streightway And all enraged thus him loudly shent; He wexed wondrous wroth, and said ; " Vile knight, " Disleall knight, whose coward corage chose That knights and knighthood doest with shame op- To wreake itselfe on beast all innocent, bray,

And shund the marke at which it should be ment; And shewst th' ensample of thy childishe might, Therby thine armes seem strong, but manhood With silly weake old woman thus to fight!

fray) : Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou gott, So bast thou oft with guile thine honor blent; And stoutly prov'd thy puissaunce here in sight! But litle may such guile thee now avayl, That shall Pyrochles well requite, I wott,

If wonted force and fortune doe me not much fayl." And with thy blood abolish so reprochfull blott."

With that he drew his flaming sword, and strooke
With that, one of his thrillant darts he threw, At him so fiercely, that the upper marge
Headed with yre and vengeable despight:

Of his sevenfolded shield away it tooke,
The quivering steele his aymed end wel knew, And, glauncing on his helmet, made a large
And to his test itselfe intended right:

And open gash therein: were not his targe
But he was wary, and, ere it empight

That broke the violence of his intent, In the meant marke, advaunst his shield atween, The weary sowle from thence it would discharge; On which it seizing no way enter might,

Nathelesse so sore a buff to him it lent,
But backe rebownding left the forckhead keene; That made him reele, and to his brest his bever bent.
Eftsoones he fled away, and might no where be

Exceeding wroth was Guyon at that blow,
And much ashamd that stroke of living arme
Should him dismay, and make him stoup so low,

Though otherwise it did him litle harme:
CANTO V.

Tho, hurling high his yron-braced arme,
Pyrochles does with Guyon fight,

He smote so manly on his shoulder plate,
And Furors chayne untyes,

That all his left side it did quite disarme; 'Who him sore wounds; whiles Atin to

Yet there the steel stayd not, but inly bate
Cymochles for ayd fyes.

Deepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red floodgate. WHOEVER doth to Temperaunce apply

Deadly dismayd with horror of that dint Hs stedfast life, and all his actions frame, Pyrochles was, and grieved eke entyre; Trust me, shal find no greater enimy,

Yet nathëmore did it his fury stint,
Then stubbome Perturbation, to the same;

But added flame unto his former fire,
To which right wel the wise doe give that name; That wel-nigh molt his bart in raging yre:
For it the goodly peace of staied mindes

Ne thenceforth his approved skill, to ward,
Does overthrow, and troublous warre proclame: Or strike, or hurtle rownd in warlike gyre,
His owne woes author, who so bound it findes, Remembred he, ne car'd for his saufgard,
As did Pyrochles, and it wilfully unbindes. But rudely rag'd, and like a cruell tygre far'd.

seene.

He hewd, and lasht, and foynd, and thondred blowes, “ Fly, 0 Pyrochles, fly the dreadful warre
And every way did seeke into his life;

That in thyselfe thy lesser partes do move;
Ne plate, ne male, coald ward so mighty throwes, Outrageous Anger, and woe-working larre,
But yielded passage to his cruell knife.

Direfull Impatience, and hart-murdring Love: But Guyon, in the heat of all his strife,

Those, those thy foes, those warriours, far remové, Was wary wise, and closely did awayt

Which thee to endlesse bale captived Icad. Aravntage, whilest his foe did rage most rife; But, sith in might thou didst my mercy prove, Sometimes athwart, sometimes he strook him strayt, of courtesie to me the cause aread And falsed oft his blowes t'illude him with such bayt. That thee against medrew with so impetuous dread." Like as a lyon, whose imperiall powrę

“ Dreadlesse,” said he, “ that shall I soone declare: A prowd rebellious unicorn defyes,

It was complaind that thou hadst done great tort T avoide the rash assault and wrathful stowre Unto an aged woman, poore and bare, Of his fiers foe, him to a tree applyes,

And thralled her in chaines with strong effort, And when him ronning in full course he spyes, Voide of all saccour and needfull comfort: He slips aside; the wbiles that furious beast That ill beseemes thee, such as I thee see, His precious horne, sought of his enimyes,

To worke such shame: therefore I thee exhort Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast, To chaunge thy will, and set Occasion free, But to the mighty victor yields a bounteous feast. And to her captive sonne yield his first libertee." With such faire sleight him Guyon often fayld, Thereat sir Guyon smylde; “ And is that all, Till at the last all breathlesse, weary, faint, Said he, “ that thee so sore displeased hath? Him spying, with fresh onsett he assayld,

Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall, And, kindling new his corage seeming queint, Whose freedom shall thee turne to greatest scath! Strooke bim so hugely, that through great constraint Nath'lesse now quench thy whott emboyling wrath : He made him stoup perforce unto his knee, Loe! there they bee; to thee I yield them free." And doe unwilling worship to the saint,

Thereat he, wondrous glad, out of the path That on his shield depainted he did see;

Did lightly leape, where he them bound did see, Such homage till that instant never learned hee. And gan to breake the bands of their captivitee. Whom Gayon seeing stoup, poursewed fast

Soone as Occasion felt her selfe untyde, The present offer of faire victory,

Before her sonne could well assoyled bee, And soone his dreadfull blade about he cast, She to her use returnd, and streight defyde Wherewith he smote his haughty crest so hye, Both Guyon and Pyrochles; thone (said shee) That streight on grownd made him full low to lye; Bycause he wonne; the other, because hee Then on his brest his victor foote he thrust : Was wonne: so matter did she make of nought, With that he cryde ; “Mercy, doe me not dye, To stirre up strife, and garre them disagree: Ne deeme thy force by Fortunes doome uniust, But, soone as Furor was enlargd, she sought That hath (maugre her spight) thus low me laid in To kindle his quencht fyre, and thousand causes dust."

wrought. Estsonnes his ctuel hand sir Guyon stayd,

It was not long ere she inflam'd him so, Tempring the passion with advizement slow, That he would algates with Pyrochles fight, And maistring might on enimy dismayd;

And his redeemer chalengd for bis foe, For th' equall die of warre be well did know: Becanse he had not well mainteind his right, Then to him said; “ Live, and alleagaunce owe But yielded had to that same straunger knight. To him, that gives thee life and liberty;

Now gan Pyrochles wex as wood as bee, And henceforth by this daies ensample trow, And him affronted with impatient might: That hasty wroth, and heedlesse hazardry, So both together fiers engrasped bee, (see. Doe breede repentaunce late, and lasting infamy." Whyles Guyon standing by their úncouth strife does So up he let him rise; rho, with grim looke Him all that while Occasion did provoke And count'naunce sterne upstanding, gan to grind Against Pyrochles, and new matter fram'd His grated teeth for great disdeigne, and shooke Upon the old, him stirring to bee wroke His sandy lockes, long hanging downe behind, Of his late wronges, in which she oft bim blam'd Knotted in blood and dust, for grief of mind Por suffering such abuse as knighthood sham'd, That he in ods of armes was conquered;

And him dishabled quyte: but he was wise, Yet in himselfe some comfort he did find,

Ne would with vaine occasions be inflam'd; That him so noble knight had maystered ; (dered. Yet others she more urgent did devise : Whose bounty more then might, yet both, he won- Yet nothing could him to impatience entise. Which Guyon marking said ; “Be nought agriev’d, Their fell contention still increased more, Sir Knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre: And more thereby increased Furors might, Was never man, who most conquestes atchiev'd, That he his ioe has hurt and wounded sore, But sometimes had the worse, and lost by warre; And him in blood and durt deformed quight. Yet shortly gaynd, that losse exceeded farre: His mother eke, more to augment his spight, Losse is no shame, nor to bee lesse then foe; Now brought to him a flaming lyer-brond, But to bee lesser then himselfe doth marre Which she in Stygian lake, ay burning bright, Both loosers lott, and victours prayse alsóe: Had kindled: that she gave into his hond, (stond. Vaine others overthrowes who'selfe doth overthrow. That armd with fire more hardly he mote him wich,

Tho gan that villein wex so fiers and strong, And fast beside there trickled softly downe
That nothing might sustaine bis furious forse : gentle streame, whose murmuring wave did play
He cast him downe to ground, and all along Emongst the pumy stoves, and made a sowne,
Drew him through durt and myre without remorse, To lull him soft asleepe that by it lay:
And fowly battered his comely corse,

The wearie traveiler, wandring that way,
That Guyon much disdeigned so loathly sight. Therein did often quench his thristy heat,
At last he was compeld to cry perforse,

And then by it his wearie limbes display, “ Help, O sir Guyon! helpe, must noble knight, (Whiles creeping slomber made him to forget Toridd a wretched man froin handes of hellish wight!" | His former payne) and wypt away his toilsom swcat.

The knight was greatly moved at his playnt, And on the other syde a pleasannt grove
And gan him dight to succour his distresse, Was shott up high, full of the stately tree
Till that the palmer, by his grave restraynt, That dedicated is t’ Olympick love,
Him stayd from yielding pitifull redresse, (presse, And to his soune Alcides, whenas hee
And said; “ Deare sonne, thy cause!esse ruth re- In Nemus gayned goodly victoree:
Ne let thy stout hart melt in pitty vayne :

Therein the mery birdes of every sorte
He that his sorrow sought through wilfulnesse, Chaunted alowd their chearefull harmouce,
And his foe fettred would relea:e agayne,

And made emongst themselves a sweete consort, Deserves to taste his follies fruit, repented payne." That quickned the dullspright with musicallcomfort Guyon obayd: so him away he drew

There he him found all carelesly displaid, From needlesse trouble of renewing fight

In secrete shadow from the sunny ray, Already fought, his voyage to poursew.

On a sweet bed of lillies softly laid, But rash Pyrochles varlett, Atin hight,

Amidst a flock of damzelles fresh and gay,
When late he saw his lord in heavie plight, That rownd about him dissolute did play
Under sir Guyons puissaunt stroke to fall,

Their wanton follies and light meriment;
Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight, Every of which did loosely disaray
Fledd fast away to tell bis funérail

Her upper partes of meet habiliments, [ments Unto his brother, whom Cymochles men did call. And shewd them naked, deckt with many oruaHe was a man of rare redoubted might,

And every of them strove with most delights Famous throughout the world for warlike prayse, Him to aggrate, and greatest pleasures shew : And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight: Someframd faire lookes, glancing like evening lights; Full many doughtie knightes he in his dayes Others sweet wordes, dropping like honny dew ; Had doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes; Some bathed kisses, and did soft embrew Whose carkases, for terrour of his name,

The sugred licour through his melting lips : Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes, One boastes her beautie, and does yield to rew And bong their conquerd armes for more dk fame Her dainty limbes above her tender hips; On gallow trees, in honour of his dearest dame. Another her out boastes, and all for tryall strips His dearest dame is that enchaunteresse,

He, like an adder lurking in the weedes, The vyle Acrasia, that with vaine delightes, His wandring thought in deepe desire does s'eepe, And ydle pleasures in her Bowre of Blisse, And his frayle eye with spoyle of beauty feedes : Does charme ber lovers, and the feeble sprightes Some:imes he falsely faines himselfe to sleepe, Can call out of the bodies of fraile wightes; Whiles through their lids dis wanton eies do peepe Whom then she does trasforme to monstrous hewes, To steale a snatch of amorous conceipt, And horribly misshapes with ugly sightes,

Whereby close fire into his hart does creepe: Captiv'd eternally in yron mewes

So' he them deceives, deceivd in his deceipt, And darksom dens, whereTitan his face never shewes. Made dronke with drugs of deare voluptuous receipt. There Atin fownd Cymochles sojourning,

Atin, arriving there, when him he spyde To serve his lemans love: for he by kynd

Thus in still waves of deepe delight to wade, Was given all to lust and loose living,

l':ercely approching to him loudly cryde, Whenever his fiers handes he free mote fynd : Cymochles; oh! po, but Cymocbles sbade, And now he has pourd out his ydie mynd

In which that manly person late did fade! In daintie delices and lavish ioyes,

What is become of great Acrates sonne? Having his warlike weapons cast behynd,

Or where bath he hung up his mortall blade, And flowes in pleasures and vaine pleasing toyes, That hath so many haughty conquests wonne? Mingled emongst loose ladies and lascivious boyes. Is all bis force forlorne, and all his glory donne: ” And over him Art, stryving to compayre

Then, pricking him with his sharp-pointed dart, With Nature, did an arber greene dispred,

He said ; “Up, up, thou womanish weake kuight Framed of wantov yvie, flouring fayre,

That here in ladies lap entombed art, Through which the fragrant eglantine did spred Unmindfull of thy praise and prowest might, His prickling armes, entrayld with roses red, And weetlesse eke of lately-wrought despight; Which daintie odours round about them threw: Whiles sad Pyrochles lies on senceless ground, And all within with flowres was garnished,

And groneth out his utmost grudying spright That, when myld Zephyrus emongst them blew, Through manyastroke and manyastreaming wound, Did breath out bouuteous smels, and painted co- Calling thy help in vaine, that here in ioyes art lors shew,

dround."

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