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Tho, up him taking in their tender hands,

But nothing might relent her hasty fight; They easely unto her charett beare:

So deepe the deadly feare of that foule swaine Her teme at her commaundement quiet stands, Was earst impressed in her gentle spright : Whiles they the corse into her wagon reare,

Like as a fearefull dove, which through the raine And strowe with flowres the lamentable beare : Of the wide ayre her way does cut amaine, Then all the rest into their coches clim,

Having farre off espyde a tassell gent, And through the brackish waves their passage sheare; Which after her his nimble winges doth straine, l'pon great Neptunes uecke they softly swim, Doubleth her hast for feare to bee for-hent, And to her watry chamber swiftly carry him. And with her pineons cleaves the liquid firmament. Deepe in the bottome of the sea, her bowre With no lesse hast, and eke with no lesse dreed, Is built of hollow billowes beaped hye,

That fearefull ladie fledd from him that ment Like to thicke clouds that threat a stormy showre, To her no evill thought nor evill deed; And rauted all within like to the skye,

Yet former feare of being fowly shent In which the gods doe dwell eternally:

Carried her forward with her first intent: There they himn laide in easy couch well dight; And though, oft looking backward, well she vewde And sent in baste for Tryphon, to apply

Herselfe freed from that foster insolent, Salves to his wounds, and medicines of might: And that it was a knight which now her sewde, For Tryphonof sea-gods the soveraine leach is hight. Yet she no lesse the knight feard then that villein

rude. The whiles the nymphes sitt all about him rownd, Lamenting his mishap and heavy plight;

His uncouth shield and straunge armes her dismayd,
And ofte his mother, vewing his wide wownd, Whose like in Faery lond were seldom seene;
Cursed the hand that did so deadly smight That fast she from him fledd, no lesse afrayd
Her dearest sonne, her dearest harts delight: Then of wilde beastes if she bad chased beene :
But none of all those curses overtooke

Yet he her followd still with corage keene
The warlike maide, th' ensample of that might; So long, that now the golden Hesperus
But fayrely well shee thryvd, and well did brooke Was mounted high in top of Heaven sheene,
Her poble deedes, ne her right course for ought for- And warnd his other brethren iogeous

To light their blessed lamps in loves eternall hous.
Yet did false Archimage her still pursew, All suddeinly dim wox the dampish ayre,
To bring to passe his mischievous intent,

And griesly shadowes covered Heaven bright, Now that he had her singled from the crew That now with thousand starres was decked fayre : Of courteous knights, the prince and Fary gent, Which when the prince beheld, a lothfull sight, Whom late in chace of beauty excellent

And that perforce, for want of lenger light, Shee lefte, pursewing that same foster strong; He mote surceasse his suit, and lose the hope Of whose fowle outrage they impatient,

Of his long labour; he gan fowly wyte And full of firy zele, him followed long, (wrong. His wicked fortune that had turnd aslope, To reskew her from shame, and to revenge her and cursed Night that reft from him so goodly scope. Through thick and thin, through mountains and Tho, when her wayes he could no more descry, through playos,

But to and fro at disaventure strayd ; Those two great champions did attonce pursew Like as a ship, whose lodestar suddeinly The fearefull damzell with incessant payns ; Covered with clouds her pilott hath dismayd; Who from them fled, as light-foot hare from vew His wearisome pursuit perforce he stayd, Of hunter swifte and sent of howndës trew.

And from his loftie steed dismounting low At last they came unto a double way;

Did let him forage: downe himselfe he layd Where, doubtfull which to take, her to reskéw, Upon the grassy ground to sleepe a throw; Themselves they did dispart, each to assay The cold earth was his couch, the hard steele his Whether more bappy were to win so goodly pray.

pillow, But Timias, the princes gentle squyre,

But gentle Sleepe envyde him any rest; That ladies love unto his lord forlent,

Instead thereof sad sorow and disdaine And with proud envy and indignant yre

Of bis hard barp did vexe his noble brest, After that wicked foster fiercely went:

And thousand fancies bett his ydle brayne So beene they three, three sondry wayes y bent : With their light wings, the sights of semblants vaine: Bat fayrest fortune to the prince befell;

Oft did he wish that lady faire mote bee Whose chaunce it was, that svone he did repent, His Faery queene, for whom he did complaine ; To take that way in which that damozell

Or that his Faery queene were such as shee: Was ledd afore, affraid of him as feend of Hell. And ever hasty Night he blamed bitterlie: At last of her far off he gained vew:

“ Night! thou fowle mother of annoyaunce sad, Then gan he freshly pricke his fomy steed, Sister of heavie Death, and nourse of Woe, And ever as he nigher to ber drew,

Which wast begot in Heaven, but for thy bad So evermore he did increase his speed,

And brutish shape thrust downe to Hell below, And of each turning still kept wary heed: Where, by the grim floud of Cocytus slow, Alowd to her he oftentimes did call

Thy dwelling is in Herebus black hous, To doe away vaine doubt and needlesse dreed : (Black Herebus, thy husband, is the foe Full myld to her he spake, and oft let fall Of all the gods) where thou ungratious Many meeke wordes to stay and comfort her withall. Halfe of thy dayes doest lead in horrour hideous;

“ What had tb' Eternal Maker need of thee
The world in his continuall course to keepe,
That doest all thinges deface, ne lettest see

The beautie of his worke? Indeed in sleepe
The slouthfull body that doth love to steepe
His lustlesse limbes, and drowne his baser mind,

Prince Arthur hears of Florimell:
Doth praise thee oft, and oft from Stygian deepe

Three fosters Timias wound; Calls thee his goddesse, in his errour blind,

Belphebe findes him almost dead, And great dame Natures bandmaide chearing every

And reareth out of swownd. kind.

WONDER it is to see in diverse mindes " But well I wote that to an heavy hart

How diversly Love doth his pageants play,
Thou art the roote and nourse of bitter cares, And shewes his powre in variable kindes :
Breeder of new, renewer of old smarts;

The baser wit, whose ydle thoughts alway
Instead of rest thou lendest rayling teares; Are wont to cleave unto the lowly clay,
Instead of sleepe thou sendest troublous feares It stirreth up to sensuall desire,
And dreadfull visions, in the which alive

And in lewd slouth to wast his careless day;
The dreary image of sad Death appeares : But in brave sprite it kindles goodly fire,
So from the wearie spirit thou doest drive

That to all high desert and honour doth aspire. Desired yest, and men of happinesse deprive.

Ne suffereth it uncomely Idlenesse
“ Under thy mantle black their hidden lye In bis free thought to build her sluggish nest;
Light-shonning Thefte, and traiterous Intent, Ne suffereth it thought of ungentlenesse
Abhorred Bloodshed, and vile Felony,

Ever to creepe into bis noble brest ;
Shamefull Deceipt, and Dauuger imminent, But to the highest and the worthiest
Fowle Horror, and eke hellish Dreriment:

Lifteth it up that els would lowly fall : All these I wote in thy protection bee,

It lettes not fall, it lettes it not to rest; And light doe shonne, for feare of being shent: It lettes not scarse this prince to breath at all, For light ylike is loth'd of them and thee; But to his first poursuit him forward still doth call: And all, thatlewdnesse love, doe hate the light to see.

Who long time wandred through the forest wyde. “ For Day discovers all dishonest wayes,

To finde some issue thence; till that at last
And sheweth each thing as it is in deed:

He met a dwarfe that seemed terrifyde
The prayses of high God he faire displayes, With some late perill which he hardly past,
And his large bountie rightly doth areed :

Or other accident which him aghast;
Dayes dearest children be the blessed seed Of whom he asked, whence he lately came,
Which Darknesse shall subdue and Heaven win: And whether now he traveiled so fast :
Truth is his daughter; he her first did breed For sore he swat, and, ronning through that same
Most sacred virgin without spot of sinne :

Thicke forest, was bescracht, and both bis feet nigh Our life is day; but death with darknesse doth be.

lame. gin.

Panting for breath, and almost out of hart, « 0, when will Day then turne to me againe, The dwarfe him answerd; “ Sir, ill mote, I stay And bring with him his long-expected light! To tell the same: I lately did depart O, Titan! hast to reare thy ioyous waine; From Faery court, where I have many a day Speed thee to spred abroad thy beamës bright, Served gentle lady of great sway And chace away this too long lingring night; And high accompt tbroughout all Elfin land, Chace her away, from whence she came, to Hell : Who lately left the same, and tooke this way: She, she it is, that hath me done despight: Her now I seeke; and if ye anderstand Thand." There let her with the damned spirits dwell, Which way, she fared hath, good sir, tell out of And yield her rowme to day, that can it governe well."

“What mister wight,” saide he, “and how arayd »

“ Royally clad," quoth he,“ in cloth of gold, Thus did the prince that wearie night outweare As meetest may beseeme a noble mayd; In restlesse anguish and unquiet paine;

Her faire lockes in rich circlet be enrold, And earely, ere the Morrow did upreare

A fayrer wight did never Sunne behold; His deawy head out of the ocean maine,

And on a palfrey rydes more white then snow, He up arose, as halfe in great disdaine,

Yet she herselfe is whiter inanifold ; -
And clombe unto his steed: so forth he went The surest signe, whereby ye may her knor,
With heavy looke and lumpish pace, that plaine Is, that she is the fairest wight alive, I trow."
In him bewraid great grudge and maltalent:
His steed eke seemd t apply his steps to his intent. « Now certes, swaine," saide he, "such one, I weene,

Fast flying through this forest from her fo,
A foule ill-favoured foster, I have seene;
Herselfe, well as I might, I reskewd tho,
But could not stay; so fast she did foregoe,
Carried away with wings of speedy feare."
" Ah! dearest God," quoth he, “ that is great woe,
And wondrous ruth to all that shall it beare:
But can ye read, sir, how I may her finde, or where *.

“ Perdy me lever were to weeten that,” Nathlesse the villein sped himselfe so well, Saide he, “then ransome of the richest knight, Whether through swiftnesse of his speedie beast, Or all the good that ever yet I gat:

Or knowledge of those woods where he did dwell, But froward fortune, and too forward night, That shortly he from daunger was releast, Such happinesse did, maulgre, to me spight, And out of sight escaped at the least; And fro me reft both life and light attone.

Yet not escaped from the dew reward Bat, dwarfe, aread what is that lady bright Of his bad deedes, which daily he increast, That through this forest wandreth thus alone ; Ne ceased not, till bim oppressed hard [pari. For of ber errour straunge I have great ruth and The heavie plague that for such leachours is premone."

Por, soone as he was vanisht out of sight, " That ladie is,” quoth he, “ whereso she bee,

His coward courage gan emboldned bee, The bountiest virgin and most debonaire

And cast t'avenge him of that fowle despight

Which he had borne of his bold enimee:
That ever living eye, I weene, did see :
Lires pone this day that may with her compare

Tho to his brethren came, (for they were three In stedfast chastitie and vertue rare,

Ungratious children of one gracelesse syre) The goodly ornaments of beauty bright;

And unto them complayned how that he

Had used beene of that foole-hardie squyre:
And is gcleped Florimell the fayre,
Faire Florimell belovd of many a knight,

So them with bitter words be stird to bloodie yre. Yet she loves none but one, that Marinell is hight; Forthwith themselves with their sad instruments

Of spoyle and murder they gan arme bylive, * A sea-nymphes sonne, that Marinell is hight,

And with him foorth into the forrest went Of my deare dame is loved dearely well;

To wreake the wrath, which he did earst revive lo other none, but him, she sets delight;

In there sterne brests, on him which late did drive All be delight is set on Marinell;

Their brother to reproch and shamefull flight: But he sets pought at all by Florimell:

For they had pow'd that never be alive For ladies love his mother long ygoe

Out of that forest shonld escape their might; Did him, they say, forwarne through sacred spell : Vile rancour their rude harts had áld with such des But fame por flies, that of a forreine foe

spight. He is yslaine, which is the ground of all our woe.

Within that wood there was a corert glade, “ Fire daies there be since he (they say) was slaine, Foreby a narrow foord, to them well knowne, And fowre since Florimell the court forwent, 'Through which it was uneath for wight to wade; And vowed never to returne againe

And now by fortune it was overflowne: Till bim alive or dead she did invent.

By that same way they knew that squyre unknowne Therefore, faire sir, for love of knighthood gent Mote algates passe; forthy themselves they set And honour of trew ladies, if ye may

There in await with thicke woods overgrowne, By your good counsell, or bold hardiment, And all the while their malice they did whet (let. Ox succour her, or me direct the way,

With cruell threats his passage through the ford to Do one or other good, I you most humbly pray:

It fortuned, as they devized had, " So may ye gaine to you fall great renow me The gentle squyre came ryding that same way, Of all good ladies through the worlde so wide, Unweeting of their wile and treason bad, And haply in ber bart finde highest rowme And through the ford to passen did assay ; Of whom ye seeke to be most magnifide!

But that fierce foster, which late fed away, At least eternall meede shall you abide.”

Stoutly foorth strpping on the further shore, To whom the prince; “Dwarfe, comfort to thee take; Him boldly bad his passage there to stay, For, till thou tidings learne what her betide, Till he had made amends, and full restore I bere avow thee never to forsake: Fsake." For all the damage which he had him doen afore. I weares he armes, that nill them use for ladies

With that, at him a quiv'ring dart he threw So with the dwarfe he back retourn'd againe, With so fell force, and villeinous despite, To seeke bis lady, where he mote her finde; That through his haberieon the forkehead few, But by the way he greatly gay complaine And through the linked mayles empierced quite, The want of his good squire late left behinde, But had no powre in his soft flesh to bite: Po whom he wondrous pensive grew in minde, That stroke the hardy squire did sore displease, For doubt of daunger which mote him betide; But more that him he could not come to smite; For him he loved above all mankinde,

For by no meanes the high banke he could sease, Having him tréw and faithfull ever tride,

But labour'd long in that deepe ford with vaine disAnd bold, as ever squyre that waited by knights side: Who all this while full bardly was assayd And still the foster with his long bore-speare Of deadly daunger which to him betidd:

Him kept from landing at his wished will: For, while his lord parsewd that noble mayd, Apone one sent out of the thicket neare After that foster fowle he fiercely ridd

A cruell shaft headed with deadly ill, To bene avenged of the shame he did

And fethered with an unlucky quill; To that faire damzell: him he chaced long [hid | The wicked steele stayd not till it did light Through the thicke woods wherein he wonld have in his left thigh, and deepely did it thrill: His shamefull head from his avengement strong, Exceeding griefe that wound in bim empight, and oft him threatned death for his outrageous But more that with bis fues he could not come to wrong



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At last, through wrath and vengeaunce, making way (Shee on a day, as shee pursewd the chace
He on the bancke arryvd with mickle payne; Of some wilde beast, which with her arrowes keene
Where the third brother him did sore assay, She wounded had, the same along did trace
And drove at him with all his might and mayne By tract of blood, which she had freshly seene
A forest-bill, which both his hands did strayne; To have besprinckled all the grassy greene;
But warily he did avoide the blow,

By the great persue which she there perceav'd,
And with his speare requited him agayne,

Well hoped shee the beast engor'd had beene, That both his sides were thrilled with the throw, And made more haste the life to have bereav'd: And a large streame of bloud out of the wound did But ah! her expectation greatly was deceav'd. flow.

Shortly she came whereas that woefull squire He, tombling downe, with gnashing teeth did bite

With blood deformed lay in deadly swownd; The bitter earth, and bad to Ictt him in

In whose faire eyes, like lamps of quenched fire, Into the balefull house of endlesse night,

The christall humor stood congealed rownd; Where wicked ghosts dce waile their former sin.

His locks, like faded leaves fallen to grownd, Tho gan the battaile freshly to begin;

Knotted with blood in bounches rudely ran; For nathëmore for that spectacle bad

And his sweete lips, on which before that stownd Did th' other two their cruell vengeaunce blin,

The bud of youth to blossome faire began, But both attonce on both sides him bestad,

Spoild of their rosy red were woxen pale and wan. And load upon him layd, his life for to have had. Tho when that villayn he aviz'd, which late

Saw never living eie more heavy sight,

That could have made a rocke of stone to rew, Affrighted had the fairest Florimell,

Or rive in twaine: which when thatlady bright, Full of fiers fury and indignant hate To him he turned, and with rigor fell

Besides all hope, with melting eies did vew,

All suddeinly abasht shee chaunged hew,
Smote him so rudely on the pannikell,
That to the chin he clefte bis head in twaine :

And with sterne horror backward gan to start:
Downe on the ground his carkas groveling fell;

But, when shee better him beheld, shee grew His sinfull sowle with desperate disdaine

Full of soft passion and unwonted smart: Out of her fleshly ferme fled to the place of paine. The point of pitty perces through her tender hart That seeing, now the only last of three

Meekely shee bowed downe, to weete if life Who with that wicked shafte him wounded had,

Yett in his frosen members did remaine; Trembling with horror, (as that did foresee And, feeling by bis pulses beating rife The fearefull end of his avengement sad,

That the weake sowle her seat did yett retaine, Through which he follow should his brethren bad,) Shee cast to comfort him with busy paine: His bootelesse bow in feeble hand upcaught,

His double-folded necke she reard upright, And therewith shott an arrow at the lad;

And rubd his temples and each trembling vaine; Which fayntly fluttring scarce his helmet raught,

His mayled haberieon she did undight, And glauncing fel to ground, but him annoyed And from his head his heavy burganet did light. naught.

Into the woods thenceforth in haste shee went, With that, he would have fled into the wood;

To seeke for hearbes that mote him remedy; But Timias him lightly overhent,

For shee of herbes had great intendiment, Right as he entring was into the flood,

Taught of the nymphe which from her infancy And strooke at him with force so violent,

Her nourced had in trew nobility: That headlesse him into the foord he sent;

There, whether yt divine tobacco were, The carcas with the streame was carried downe, Or panachæa, or polygony, But th' head fell backeward on the continent; She fownd, and brought it to her patient deare, Su mischief fel upon the meaners crowne : Who al this while lay bleding out his hart-blood They three be dead with shame; the squire lives with renowne:

The soveraine weede betwixt two marbles plaine He lives, but takes small joy of his renowne; Shee pownded small, and did in peeces bruze; For of that cruell wound he bled so sore,

And then atweene her lilly handës twaine That from his steed he fell in deadly swowne;

Into his wound the juice thereof did scruze; Yet still the blood forth gusht in so great store,

And round about, as she could well it uze, That he lay wallowd all in bis owne gore.

The flesh therewith she suppled and did steepe, Now God thee keepe! thou gentlest squire alive, T'abate all spasme and soke the swelling bruze; Els shall thy loving lord thee see no more;

And, after having searcht the intuse deepe,
But both of comfort him thou shalt deprive, She with her scarf did bind the wound, from cold
And eke thyselfe of honor which thou didst atchive.

to keepe.
Providence hevenly passeth living thought, By this he had sweet life recur'd agayne,
And doth for wretched mens reliefe make way; And, groning inly deepe, at last his eies,
For loe! great grace or fortune thether brought His watry eies drizling like deawy rayne,
Comfort to him that comfortiesse now lay.

He up gan lifte toward the azure skies,
In those same woods ye well remember inay Prom whence descend all hopelesse remedies :
How that a noble hunteresse did wonne,

Therewith he sigh’d; and, turning him aside, Shee, that base Braggadochio did affray,

The goodly maide full of divinities
And made him fast out of the forest ronne; And gifts of heavenly grace he by him spide,
Belphæbe was her name, as faire as Phæbus sunne. Her bow and gilden quiver lying him beside,


* Mercy! deare Lord,” said he, “what grace is this O foolish physick, and unfruitfull paine,
That thou hast shewed to me sinfull wight, That heales up one, and makes another wound !
To send thine angell from her bowre of blis She his hurt thigh to him recurd againe,
To comfort me in my distressed plight!

But hurt his hart, the which before was sound, Angell, or goddesse doe I call thee right?

Through an unwary dart which did rebownd What service may I doe unto thee meete,

From her faire eyes and gratious countenaunce. That hast from darkenes me return to light, What bootes it him from death to be unbownd, And with thy hevenly salves and med'cines sweete To be captived in endlésse duraúnce Hast drest my sinfull wounds! I kisse thy blessed Of sorrow and despeyre without aleggeaunce! feete.”

Still as his wound did gather, and grow hole, Thereat she blushing said ; “ Ah! gentle squire,

So still his hart woxe sore, and health decayd: Nor goddesse 1, nor angell; but the mayd

Madnesse to save a part, and lose the whole!. And daughter of a woody nymphe, desire

Still whenas he beheld the heavenly mayd, No service but thy safety and ayd;

Whiles daily playsters to his wownd she layd, Which if thou gaine, I shal be well apayd.

So still his malady the more increast, Wee mortall wights, those lives and fortunes bee

The whiles her matchlesse beautie him dismayd. To commun accidents stil open layd,

Ah, God! what other could he do at least, Are bound with commun bond of frailtee,

But love so fayre a lady that his life releast ! To succor wretched wights whom we captived see.” By this her damzells, which the former chace

Long while he strove in his corageous brest Had undertaken after her, arryv’d,

With reason dew the passion to subdew,

And love for to dislodge out of bis nest:
As did Belphebe, in the bloody place,

Still when her excellencies he did vew,
And thereby deemd the beast bad bene depriv'd
Of life, whom late their ladies arow ryv'd:

Her soveraine bountie and celestiall hew,

The same to love he strongly was constraynd: Forthy the bloody tract they followd fast,

But, when his meane estate he did revew,
And every one to ronne the swiftest stryv'd;
But two of them the rest far overpast,

He from such hardy boldnesse was restraynd,

And of his lucklesse lott and cruell love thus And where their lady was arrived at the last.

playnd: Where when they saw that goodly boy with blood Defowled, and their lady dresse his wownd, “ Unthankfull wretch," said he, “is this the meed, They wondred much; and shortly understood With which her soverain mercy thou doest quight? How him in deadly cace their lady fownd,

Thy life she saved by her gratious deed; And reskewed out of the heavy stownd.

But thou doest weene with villeinous despight Eftscones his warlike courser, which was strayd

To blott her honour and her heavenly light: Farre in the woodes whiles that be lay in swownd, Dye; rather dye then so disloyally She made those damzels search; which being stayd, Deeme of her high desert, or seeme so light: They did him set thereon, and forth with them con- Fayre death it is, to shonne more shame, to dy : vayd.

Dye ; rather dye then ever love disloyally. foto that forest farre they thence him led

“ But if to love disloyalty it bee, Where was their dwelling; in a pleasant glade Shall I then hate her that from deathës dore With mountaines rownd about environed

Me brought? ah! farre be such reproch fro mee! And mightie woodes, which did the valley shade, What can I lesse doe then her love therefore, And like a stately theatre it made

Sith I her dew reward cannot restore ? Spreading itselfe into a spatious plaine;

Dye; rather dye, and dying doe her serve; And in the midst a little river plaide

Dying her serve, and living her adore; Emongst the pumy stones, which seemd to plaine Thy life she gave, thy life she doth deserve: With gentle murmure that his course they did re- Dye; rather dye then ever from her service swerve.

straine. Beside the same a dainty place there lay,

But, foolish boy, what bootes thy service bace Planted with mirtle trees and laurells greene,

To her, to whom the Hevens doe serve and sew? In which the birds song many a lovely lay

Thou, a meane squyre of meeke and lowly place; Of Gods high praise, and of their sweet loves teene, How then of all love taketh equall vew;

She, hevenly borne and of celestiall hew.
As it an earthly paradize had beene :
In whose enclosed shadow there was pight

And doth not highest God vouchsafe to take
A faire pavilion, scarcely to be seene,

The love and service of the basest crew? The which was al within most richly dight,

If she will not; dye meekly for her sake: That greatest princes living it mote well delight.

Dye; rather dye then ever so faire love forsake!!! Thether they brought that wounded squire, and layd Thus warreid he long time against bis will; In easie couch his feeble limbes to rest.

Till that through weaknesse he was forst at last He rested him awhile; and then the mayd To yield himselfe unto the mightie ill, His readie wound with better salves new drest : Which, as a victour proud, gan ransack fast Daily she dressed him, and did the best,

His inward partes, and all his entrayles wast, His grievous hart to guarish, that she might; That neither blood in face nor life in hart That shortly she his dolour hath redrest,

It left, but both did quite dry up and blast; And his foule sore reduced to faire plight: As percing levin, which the inner part kt she reduced, but himselfe destroyed quight. Of every thing consumes and calcineth by art.

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