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But all the liquour, which was fuwle and waste, The prince was inly moved at her speach,
Well weeting trew what she had rashiy told;
Tho, tuming soft aside, he did inquyre Was close convaid, and to the backgate brought, What wight she was that poplar brauch did hold : That cleped was Port Esquiline, whereby
It answered was, her name was Prays-desire,
The whiles the Faery knight did entertaine
That was right fayre and modest of demayne, For never had they seene so straunge a sight.
But that too oft she chaung'd her native hew : Theuce backe againe faire Alma led them right, Straunge was her tyre, and all ber garment blew, And soone in o a goodly parlour brought,
Close rownd about her tuckt with many a plight: That was with royall arras richly dight,
Up n her fist the bird, which shonneth vew In which was nothing pourtrahed nor wrought; And keepes in coverts close from living wight, Not wrought nor pourtrahed, but easie to be thought: Did sitt, as yet ashamd how rude Pan did her dight. And in the midst thereof upon the floure A lovely bevy of faire ladies sate,
So long as Guyon with her communed, Courted of many a jolly paramoure,
Unto the grownd she cast her modest eye,
And ever and anone with rosy red The which them did in modest wise amate,
The bashfull blood her snowy cheekes did dye, And each one sought his lady to aggrate:
That her became, as polisht yvory And eke emongst them litle Cupid playd
Which cunning craftesman hand hath overlayd His want o sportes, being retourned late
With fayre vermilion or pure castory. From his fierce warres, and having from him layd
Great wonder bad the knight to see the mayd His cruell bow, wherewith he thousands hath dismayd.
Su straungely passioned, and to her gently said; Diverse delights they fownd themselves to please ; “ Fayre damzell, seemeth by your troubled cheare, Some song in sweet consórt; some laught for joy; That either me too bold ye weene, this wise Some plaid with strawes ; some ydly satt at ease; You to molest, or other ill to feare But other some could not abide to toy,
That in the secret of your hart close lyes, All pleasaunce was to them griefe and annoy:
From whence it doth, as cloud from sea, aryse: This fround ; that faund; the third for sbame did
If it be I, of pardon I you pray;
I will, if please you it discure, assay
Held downe her head, the whiles her lovely face And to her homage made with humble grace:
The flashing blood with blushing did infame, Whom when the knights beheld, they gan dispose
And the strong passion mard her modest grace, Themselves to court, and each a damzell chose;
That Guyon mervayld at her ancouth cace; The prince by chaunce did on a lady light,
Till Alma him bespake; “ Why wonder yee, That was right faire and fresh as morning rose,
Faire sir, at that which ye so much embrace? But somwhat sad and solemne eke in sight,
She is the fountaine of your modestee; As if some pensive thought constraind her gentle You shamefast are, but Shamefastnes itselfe is shee."
spright. In a long purple pall, whose skirt with gold
Thereat the Elfe did blush in privitee, Was fretted all about, she was arayd;
And turnd his face away; but she the same And in her hand a poplar braunch did hold:
Dissembled faire, and faynd to oversee. To whom the prince in courteous maner sayd;
Thus they awhile with court and goodly game “ Gentle madáme, why beene ye thus dismayd,
Themselves did solace each one with his dame, And your faire beautie doe with sadnes spill?
Till that great lady thence away them sought Lives any that you hath thus ill apayd?
To vew her castles other wondrous frame: Or doen you love, or doen you lack your will ?
Up to a stately turret she them brought, Whatever bee the cause, it sure beseemes you ill." Ascending by ten steps of alablaster wrought. “ Payre sir," said she, halfe in disdaipeful wise, That turrets frame most admirable was, " How is it that this word in me ye blame, Like highest Heaven compassed around, And in yourselfe doe not the same advise?
And lifted high above this earthly masse, Him ill beseemes anothers fault to name,
Which it survewd, as hils doen lower ground : That may unwares be blotted with the same: But not on ground mote like to this be found ; Pensive 1 yeeld I am, and sad in mind,
Not that, which antique Cadmus wbylome built Through great desire of glory and of fame; In Thebes, which Alexander did confound; Ne ought I weene are ye therein behynd,
Nor that proud towre of Troy, though richly guilt, That have twelve months sought one, yet no where from which young Hectors blood by cruell Greekes can her find,"
The roofe hereof was arched over head,
Whom Alma having shewed to her guestes, (wals
Of magistrates, of courts, of tribunals,
All artes, all science, all philosophy, 0, who can tell the prayses of that Makers might! And all that in the world was ay thought wittily. Ne can I tell, ne can I stay to tell,
Of those that rowme was full; and them among This parts great workemanship and wondrous powre, There sate a man of ripe and perfect age, That all this other worldes worke doth excell, Who did them meditate all his life long, And likest is unto that heavenly towre
That through continuall practise and usage That God hath built for his owne blessed bowre. He now was growne right wise and wondrous sage: Therein were divers rowmes, and divers stages ; Great plesure had those straunger knightes to see But three the chiefest and of greatest powre, His goodly reason and grave personage, In which there dwelt three honorable sages, That his disciples both d syrd to bee: (of three. The wisest men, I weene, that lived in their ages. But Alma thence them led to th' hindmost rowme Not he, whom Greece, the nourse of all good arts, That chamber seemed ruinous and old, By Phæbus doome the wisest thought alive, And therefore was removed far behind, Might be compar'd to these by many parts : Yet were the wals, that did the saine uphold, Nor that sage Pylian syre; which did survive Right firme and strong, though somwhat they deThree ages, sueh as mortall men contrive,
clind; By whose advise old Priams cittie fell,
And therein sat an old old man, halfe blind, With these in praise of pollicies mote strive. And all decrepit in his feeble corse, These three in these three rowmes did sondry dwell, Yet lively vigour rested in his mind, And counselled faire Alma how to governe well. And recompenst them with a better scorse: (forse.
Weake body well is chang'd for minds redoubled
Which he recorded still as they did pas,
As all things els the which this world doth weld;
Of old Assaracus, and Inachus divine.
Ne yet Mathusalein, though longest liv'd;
For he remembred both their infaneis : Ne can devized be of mortall wit;
Ne wonder then if that he were depriv'd Some daily seene and knowen by their names, Of native strength now that he then surviv'd. Such as in idle fantasies do fit;
His chamber all was hangd about with rolls Infernall hags, centaurs, feendes, hippodames, And old records from auncient times derivd, Apes, lyons, aegles, owles, fooles, lovers, children, Some made in books, some in long parchment scrolls, dames.
That were all worm-eaten and tull of canker holes. And all the chamber filled was with fives
Amidst them all he in a chaire was sett,
To reach, whenever he for ought did send; All those were idle though es and fantasies, And oft when thinges were lost, or laid amis, Devices, dreames, opinions opsound,
That boy them sought and unto him did lend: Shewes, visions, sooth-sayes, and prophesies; Therefore he Anamnestes cleped is; And all that fained is, as leasings, tales, and lies. And that old man Eumnestes, by their propertis. Emonzst them all sate he which wonned there, The knightes there entring did him reverence dew, That night Phantastes by his nature trew;
And wondred at his endlesse exercise. A man of yeares yet fresh, as mote appere, Then as they gan his library to vew, Of swarth complexion, and of crabbed hew, And antique regesters for to avise, That him full of melancholy did shew;
There chamced to the princes hand to rize Beot boll w beetle browes, sharpe staring eyes, An auncient booke, hight Brilon Monimentsi That ma ! or foolish seemd: one by his vew That of this lands tirst conquest did devize, More deeme him bome with ill-disposed skyes,
And old division into regiments, When obi que Saturne sate in th' house of agonyes. Till it reduced was to one mans governemente. VOL II.
Sir Guyon chaunst eke on another booke,
Ne did it then deserve a name to have, That hight Antiquitee of Faery Lond:
Till that the venturous mariner that way In which whenas he greedily did looke,
Learning his ship from those white rocks to save, Th’ofspring of Elves and Faryes there he fond, Which all along the southerne sea-coast lay As it delivered was from hond to hond :
Threatning unheedy wrecke and rash decay, Whereat they, burning both with fervent fire For safëty that same his sea-marke made, Their countreys auncestry to understond,
And nam'd it ALBION : but later day, Crav'd leave of Alma and that aged sire (desire. Finding in it fit ports for fishers trade, To read those bookes; who gladly graunted their Gan more the same frequent, and further to invade.
But far in land a salvage nation dwelt
That never tasted grace, nor goodnes felt;
But wild like beastes lurking in loathsome den,
And flying fast as roebucke throngh the fen,
All naked without shame or care of cold,
By hunting and by spoiling liveden;
huge, and eke of corage bold, Till time of Gloriane.
That sonnes of men amazd their sternesse to behold. Who now shall give unto me words and sound But whence they sprong, or how they were begott, Equall unto this haughty enterprise ?
Uneath is to assure; uneath to wene Or who shall lend me wings, with which from ground That monstrous error which doth some assott, My lowly verse may loftily arise,
That Dioclesians fifty daughters shene And lift itselfe unto the highest skyes ?
Into this land by chaunce have driven bene; More ample spirit than hetherto was wount Where, companing with feends and filthy sprights Here needes me, wbiles the famous auncestryes Through vaine illusion of their lust unclene, Of my most dreaded soveraigne I recount, They brought forth geaunts, and such dreadful By which all earthly princes she doth far surmount. wights !
As far exceeded men in their immeasurd mights. Ne under Sunne that shines so wide and faire, Whence all that lives does borrow life and light, They held this land, and with their filthinesse Lives ought that to her linage may compaire; Polluted this same gentle soyle long time; Which though from Earth it be derived right, That their owne mother loathd their beastlinesse, Yet doth itselfe stretch forth to Hevens bight, And gan abhorre her broods unkindly crime, And all the world with wonder overspred;
All were they borne of her owne native slime : A labor huge, exceeding far my might!
Until that Brutus, anciently deriv'd
And them of their unjust possession depriv'd.
But ere he had established his throne,
And spred his empire to the utmost shore, And triumphes of Phlegræan love, he wrote, He fought great batteils with his salvage fone; That all the gods admird his lofty note.
In which he them defeated evermore, But, if some relish of that hevenly lay
And many giaunts left on groning flore: His learned daughters would to me report
That well can witnes yet unto this day To decke my song withall, I would assay
The westerne Hogh, besprincled with the gore Thy name, O soveraine queene, to blazon far away. Of mighty Goëmot, wbome in stout fray
Corineus conquered, and cruelly did slay.
For the large leape which Debon did compell
But those three monstrous stones doe most excell, Whose noble deeds above the northern starre Which that huge sonne of hideous Albion, Immortall Fame for ever hath enrold;
Whose father Hercules in Fraunce did quell, As in that old mans booke they were in order told. Great Godmer threw, in fierce contention,
At bolu Canutus; but of him was slaine anon.
Corineus had that province utmost west
Which of his name and memorable gest
He called Cornwaile, yet so called best :
But Canute had his portion from the rest, By sea to have bene from the Celticke mayn-land The which he cald Canutium, for his hyre ; brought
Now Cantium, which Kent we comenly inquyre.
Thus Brote this realme unto his rule subdewd, Then for her sonne, wbich she to Locrin bore, And raigned long in great felicity,
(Madan was young, unmeet the rule to sway) Lord of his freends, and of his foes eschewd : In her owne hand the crowne she kept in store, He left three sonnes, his famous progeny,
Till ryper years he raught and stronger stay: Bonne of fayre Inogene of Italy;
During which time her powre she did display Mongst whom he parted his imperiall state, Through all this realme, the glory of her sex, And Locrine left chiefe lord of Britany.
And first taught men a woman to obay: At last ripe age bad him surrender late
But, when her sonne to mans estate did wex, His life, and long good fortune, unto finall fate. She it surrendred, ne her seife would lenger vex. Locrine was left the soveraine lord of all; Tho Madan raignd, unworthie of his race; But Albanact had all the northerne part,
For with all shame that sacred throne be fild. Which of himselfe Albania he did call;
Next Memprise, as unworthy of that place, And Camber did possesse the westerne quart,
In wbicb being consorted with Manild, Which Severne pow from Logris doth depart: For thirst of single kingdom him he kild. And each his portion peaceably enioyd,
But Ebranck salved both their infamies
An happy man in his first dayes he was,
So many children he did multiply;
Their mindes to prayse and chevalrous desyre: And did themselves through all the north display: Those germans did subdew all Germany, Untill that Locrine for his realmes defence, Of whom it hight; but in the end their syre [tyre. Did bead against them make and strong munificence. With foule repulse from Fraunce was forced to reHe them encountred, a confused rout,
Which blott bis sonne succeeding in his seat, Foreby the river that whylóme was hight
The second Brute, the second both in name The ancient Abus, where with courage stout And eke in semblaunce of his puissaunce great, He them defeated in victorious fight,
Right well recurd, and did away that blame And chaste so fiercely after fearefull flight, With recompence of everlasting fame : That forst their chiefetain, for his safeties sake, He with his victour sword first opened (Their chiefetain Humber named was aright) The bowels of wide Fraunce, a forlome dame, Upto the mighty streame him to betake,
And taught her first how to be conquered; (sacked. Where he an end of batteill and of life did make. Since which, with sondrie spoiles she hath been ranThe king retourned proud of victory,
Let Scaldis tell, and let tell Hania, Aud insolent wox through unwonted ease,
And let the marsh of Esthambruges tell, That shortly he forgot the jeopardy,
What colour were their waters that same day, Which in bis land he lately did appease,
And all the moore twixt Elversham and Dell, And fell to vaine voluptuous disease:
With blood of Henalois which therein fell. He lor'd faire ladie Estrild, leudly lov'd,
How oft that day did sad Brunchildis see Whose wanton pleasures him too much did please, The greene shield dyde in dolorous vermell ? That quite his hart from Guendolene remov'd, That not scuith guiridh it mote seeme to bee, From Guendolene his wife, though alwaies faithful But rather y scuilh gogh, signe of sad crueltee. prov'd.
His sonne king Leill, by fathers labour long, The noble daughter of Corinëus
Enioyd an heritage of lasting peace, Would not endure to bee so vile disdaind,
And built Cairleill, and built Cairleon strong. But, gathering force and corage valorous,
Next Huddibras his realme did not encrease, Eccountred him in batteill well ordaind,
But taught the land from wearie wars to cease. In sbich him vanquisht she to fly constraind : Whose footsteps Bladud following, in artes Bat she so fast pursewd, that him she tooke
Exceld at Athens all the learned preace, And threw in bands, where he till death remaind; From whence he brought them to thesesalvage parts, Als his faire leman flying through a brooke And with sweet science mollifide their stubborne Soe overhent, nought moved with her piteous looke; harts. But both herselfe, and eke her daughter deare Ensample of his wondrous faculty, Begotten by her kingly paramoure,
Behold the boyling bathes at Cairbadon, The faire Sabrina, almost dead with feare,
Which seeth with secret fire eternally, She there attached, far from all succoure:
And in their entrailles, full of quick brimston, Toe one she slew upon the present floure;
Nourish the flames which they are warmd upon, Bat the sad virgin innocent of all
That to their people wealth they forth do well, Adorpe the rolling river she did poure,
And health to every forreyne nation; Which of her name now Severne men do call : Yet he at last, contending to excell
[fell. Such was the end that to disloyall love did fall. The reach of men, through flight into fond mischief
Next him king Leyr in happie peace long raynd, His sonne Rivall his dead rowme did supply;
In whose sad time blood did from Heaven rayne
In constant peace their kingdomes did contayne. , Mongst whom his realme he equally decreed After whom Lago, and Kinmarke did rayne, To have divided : tho, when feeble age
And Gorbogud, till far in years he grew: Nigh to bis utmost date he saw proceed,
Then his ambitious sondes unto them twayne He cald his daughters, and with speeches sage Arraught the rule, and from their father drew; Inquyrd, which of them most did love her parentage. Stout Ferrex and sterne Porrex him in prison threw. The eldest, Gonorill, gan to protest,
But 0! the greedy thirst of royall crowne, That she much more than her owne life him lov'd; That kuowes no kinred, nor regardes no right, And Regan greater love to him profest
Stird Porrex up to put his brother downe; Then all the world, whenever it were proovid; Who, unto him assembling forreigne might, But Cordeill said she lov'd him as behoor'd:
Made warre on him, and fell himselfe in fight: Whose simple answere, wanting colours fayre
Whose death t'avenge, his mother mercilesse, To paint it forth, him to displeasannce moov'd,
Most mercilesse of women, Wyden hight, That in his crown he counted her no hayre, Her other sonne fast sleeping did oppresse, But twixt the other twain his kingdom whole did And with most cruell hand him murdred pittilessee shayre.
Here ended Brutus sacred progeny, So wedded th' one to Mag'an king of Scottes,
Which had seven hundred years this scepter borne And th' other to the king of Cambria, And twixt them shayrd his realme by equall lottes; The noble braunch from th' antique stocke was torne
With bigh renowme and great felicity : But, without dowre, the wise Cordelia
Through discord, and the roiall throne forlorne. Was sent to Aganip of Celtica :
Thenceforth this realme was into factions rent, Their aged syre, thus eased of his crowne,
Whilest each of Brutus boasted to be borne,
That in the end was left no moniment
Then up arose a man of matchlesse might,
Who, stird with pitty of the stressed plight So, when he had resignd his regiment,
Of this sad realme, cut into sondry sbayres. His daughter gan despise bis drouping day,
By such as claymd themselves Brutes rightfall And wearie wax of his continuall stay:
Gathered the princes of the people loose [hayres, Tho to his daughter Regan he repayrd,
To taken counsell of their common cares; Who him at first well used every way;
Who, with his wisedom won, bim streight did choose But, when of his departure she despayrd,
Their king, and swore him fëalty to win or loose. Her bountie she abated, and his cheare empayrd.
Then made he head against his enimies, The wretched man gan then avise too late, And Ymner slew of Logris miscreate ; That love is not where most it is profest ;
Then Ruddoc and proud Stater, both allyes, Too truely tryde in his extremest state !
This of Albány newly nominate, At last, resolvd likewise to prove the rest,
And that of Cambry king confirmed late, He to Cordelia himselfe addrest,
He overthrew through his owne valiaunce; Who with entyre affection himn receav'd,
Whose countries he redus'd to quiet state, As for her syre and king her seemed best;
And shortly brought to civile governaunce, And after all an army strong she leav'd, [rear'd, Now one, which earst were many made through van To war on those which him had of his realme be
riaunce, So to his crowne she him restord againe ;
Then made he sacred lawes, which some men say
By which he freed the traveilers high-way,
By strength was wielded without pollicy:
and left two sonnes, of pearelesse prowesse both, His brother Morgan, prickt with proud disdaine That sacked Rome too dearely did assay, To have a pere in part of soverainty ;
The recompence of their periúred oth ; [wroth; And, kindling coles of cruell enmity,
And ransackt Greece, wel tryde, when they were Raisd warre, and him in batteill overtbrew : | Besides subiected France and Germany, Whence as he to those woody hilles did Ay, Which yet their praises speake, all be they lothy Which hight of him Glamorgan, there him slew : And inly tremble at the memory Then did he raigne alone, when he nonc equal knew. Of Brennus and Belinus, kinges of Britany.