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But, when he saw himselse free from poursute, For, being fled into the fishers bote
For refuge from the monsters cruelty,
For th’ayre was milde and cleared was the skie, But she thereto vould lend but light regard, And all his windes dan Aeolus did keepe As seeining sory that she ever came
From stirring up their stormy enmity, Into bis powre, that used her so hard
As pittying to see her waile and weepe; To reave her honor which she more then life prefard. But all the while the fisher did securely sleepe. Thus as they two of kindnes treated long,
At last when droncke with drowsinesse he woke, There them by cbaunce encountred on the way And saw his drover drive along the streame, An armed knight upon a courser strong,
He was dismayd; and thrise his brest he stroke, Whose trampling feete upon the hollow lay For marveill of that accident extreame: Seemed to thunder, and did nigh affray
But when he saw that blazing beauties beame, That capons coraye; yet he looked grim,
Which with rare light his bote did beautifye, And faynd to cheare his lady in dismay,
He marveild more, and thought he yet did dreame Who seemd for feare to quake in every lim, Not well awakte; or that some extasye And her to save from outrage meekely prayed him. | Assotted had his sence, or dazed was his eye.
Fiercelv that straunger forward came; and, nigh But, when her well avizing hee perceiv'd
And felt in his old corage new delight
To gin awake, and stir his frosen spright: That challenge did too peremptory seeme,
Tho rudely askte her, how she thether came? And fild his senses with abashment great ;
“ Ah!" sayd she, “ father, I note read aright Yet, seeing nigh him jeopardy extreme,
What hard misfortune brought me to this same; He it dissembled well, and light seemd to esteeme; Yet am I glad that here I now in safety ame. Saying, “Thou foolish knight, that weenst with words “ But thou, good man, sith far in sea we bee, To stcale away that I with blowes have wonne, And the great waters gin apace to swell, And brought through points of inany perilous swords! That now no more we can the mayn-land see, But if thee list to see thy courser ronne,
Have care, I pray, to guide the cock-bote well, Or prove thyselfe; this sad encounter shonne, Least worse on sea then us on land befell." And seeke els without hazard of thy hedd.” Thereat th’ old man did nought but fondly grin, At those prowd words that other knight begonne And saide, his boat the way could wisely tell : To wex exceeding wroth, and him aredd
But his deceiptfull eyes did never lin To turne his steede about, or sure he should be dedd. To looke on her faire face and marke her snowy skin.
“ Sith then," said Braggadochio, “needes thou wilt The sight whereof in bis congealed flesh
Rudely to her he lept, and his rough haud,
Where ill became him, rashly would have thrust; Once having turnd, no more returnd his face, But she with angry scorne him did withstond, But lefte his love to losse, and fled himselfe apace. And shamefully reproved for his rudenes fond. The knight, him seeing die, had no regard
But he, that never good nor maners knew, Him to poursew, but to the lady rode;
Her sharpe rebuke full litle did esteeme; And, having her from Trompart lightly reard, Hard is to teach an old horse amble trew: Upon his courser sett the lovly lode,
The inward smoke, that did before but steeme, And with ber fled away without abode:
Broke into open fire and rage extreme; Well weened he, that fairest Florimell
And now he strength gan adde unto his will, It was with whom in company he yode,
Forcying to doe that did him fowle misseeme: And so herselfe did alwaies to him tell;
Beastly he threwe her downe, ne car'd to spill So made him thinke himselfe in Heven that was in Her garments gay with scales of fish, that all did Hell.
But Florimell herselfe was far away,
The silly virgin strove him to withstand Driyen to great distresse by fortune straunge, All that she might, and him in vaine revild; And taught the carefull mariner to play,
Shee strugled strongly both-with foote and hand Sith late mischaunce had her compeld to chaunge To save her honor from that villaine vilde, The land for sea, at randon there to raunge: And cride to Heven, from humane help exild. Yett there that cruell queene avengenesse, 0! ye brave knights, that boast this ladies love, Not satisfyde so far her to estraunge
Where be ye now, when she is nigh defild From courtly blis and wonted happinesse,
Of filthy wretch! well may she you reprove Did heape on her new waves of weary wretchednesse. Of falsehood or of slouth, when most it may behove!
But if that thou, sir Satyran, didst weete,
Her up betwixt his rugged hands he reard, Or thoa, sir Peridure, her sory state,
And with his frory lips full softly kist, How soone would yee assemble inany a fleece, Whiles the cold ysickles from his rough beard To fetch from sea that ye at land lost late ! Dropped aduwne upon her yvory brest : Towres, citties, kingdomes, ye would ruinate Yet he himselfe so busily addrest, In your avengement and dispiteous rage,
That her out of astonishment he wrought; Ne ought your burning fury mote abate:
And, out of that same fishers filthy nest But, if sir Calidure could it presage,
Removing her, into his charet brought, [sought. No living creature could his cruelty asswage. And there with many gentle termes her faire beBut, sith that none of all her knights is nye, But that old leachour, which with bold assault See how the Heavens, of voluntary grace
That beautie durst presume to violate, And soreraine favor towards chastity,
He cast to punish for his hainous fault: Doe snccor send to ber distressed cace:
l'hen tooke he him yet trembling sith of late So much high God doth innocence embrace! And tyde behind his charet, to aggrate It fortuned, whilest thus she stifly strove,
The virgin whom he had abusde so sure; And the wide sea importuned long space
So drag'd him through the waves in scornful state, With shrilling shriekes, Proteus abrode did rove, And after cast him up upon the shore; Along the fomy waves driving his finny drove. But Florimell with him unto his bowre he bore. Proteus is shepheard of the seas of yore,
His bowre is in the bottom of the maine, And hath the charge of Neptune's mighty heard ; Under a mightie rocke gainst which doe rave a An aged sire with head all frowy hore,
The roring billowes in their proud disdaine, And sprinckled frost upon his deawy beard: That with the angry working of the wave Who when those pittifull outcries he heard Therein is eaten out an hollow cave, Through all the seas so ruefully resownd,
That seemes rough masons band with engines keene His charett swifte in hast he thether steard, Had long while laboured it to engrave: Which with a teeme of scaly phocas bownd There was his wonne; ne living wight was seene Was drawneupon the waves, that fomed him arownd; Save oncold nymph, hight Panopè, to keepe it cleane: And comming to that fishers wandring bote, Thether he brought the sory Florimell, That went at will withouten card or savle,
And entertained her the best he night, He therein saw that yrkesome sigbt, which smote (And Panopè her entertaind eke well) Deepe indignation and compassion frayle
As an immortall mote a mortall wight, Into his hart attonce: streight did he hayle To winne her liking into his delight: The greedy villein from his hoped pray,
With flattering wordes he sweetly wooed her, Of which he now did very little fayle;
And offered faire guiftes t'allure her sight; And with his staffe, that drives his heard astray, But she both offers and the offerer Him bett so sore, that life and sence did much dis- Despysde, and all the fawning of the flatterer.
may. The whiles the pitteous lady up did ryse,
Dayly he tempted her with this or that,
And never suffred her to be at rest :
But everinore she him refused flat,
And all his fained kindnes did detest;
So firmely she had sealed up her brest.
Sometimes he boasted that a god he hight; But wheu she looked up, to weet at wight
But she a mortall creature loved best : Had her from so infamous fact assoyld,
Then he would make himselfe a mortall wight; For shame, but more for feare of his grim sight, Downe in her lap she hid her face, and lowdly But then she said she lov'd none but a Faery knight. shright.
Then like a Faerie knight himselfe he drest; Herselfe not saved yet from daunger dredd
For every shape on him he could endew: She thought, but chaung'd from one to other feare:
Then like a king he was to her exprest, Like as a fearefull partridge, that is fledd
And offred kingdoms unto her in vew From the sharpe hauke wbich her attached neare,
To be his leman and his lady trew: And fals to ground to seeke for succor tneare,
But, when all this he nothing saw prevaile, Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye
With harder meanes he cast her to subdew, With greedy iawes her ready for to teare:
And with sharpe threates her often did assayle ; In such distresse and sad perplexity
So thinking for to make herstubbornecorage quayle. Was Floriinell, when Proteus she did see her by.
To dreadfull shapes he did himselfe transforme: But he endevored with speaches milde
Now like a gyaunt; now like to a feend;
Then like a centaure; then like to a storme
He els could doe, he saw himselfe esteemd,
Dowpe in a dongeon deepe he let her fall, Benumbd so inly that her wits nigh fayld,
And threatned there to make her his eternall And all her sences with abashment quite werequayld.
Eternall thraldome was to her more liefe
“ These eyes did see that they will ever rew Then losse of chastitie, or chaunge of love: T have seene," quoth he, “whenas a monstrous Dye had she rather in tormenting griefe
The palfrey whereon she did travell slew, (beast Then any should of falsenesse her reprove, And of his bowels made his bloody feast; Or loosenes, that she lightly did remove.
Which speaking token sheweth at the least Most vertuous virgin! glory be thy meed, Her certein losse, if not her sure decay : And crowne of heavenly prayse with saintes above, Besides, that more suspicion encreast, Where most sweet hymmes of this thy famous deed I found her golden girdle cast astray, Are still emongst them song, that far my rymes ex- Distaynd with durtand blood, as relique of the pray." ceed:
“ Ah me!" said Paridell, “the signes be sadd; Fit song of angels caroled to bee!
And, but God turne the same to good soothsay, But yet whatso my feeble Muse can frame, That ladies safetie is sore to be dradd : Shal be t'advance thy goodly chastitee,
Yet will I not forsake my forward way, And to enroll thy memorable name
Till triall doe more certeine truth bewray." In th' heart of every honourable dame,
“Faire sir,” quoth he, “well may it you succeed! That they thy vertuous deedes may imitate, Ne long shall Satyrane behind you stay; And be partakers of thy endlesse fanne.
But to the rest, which in this quest proceed, Yt yrkes me leave thee in this wofull state, My labour adde, and be partaker of their spedd." To tell of Satyrane where I him left of late:
“Yenoble knights,” said then the Squyre of Dames, Who having ended with that Squyre of Dames “Well may yee speede in so prayseworthy payne! A long discourse of his adventures vayne,
But sith the Sunne now ginnes to slake bis beames The which himselfe then ladies more defames, In deawy vapours of the westerne mayne, And finding not th' hyena to be slayne,
And lose the teme out of his weary wayne, V'ith that same squyre retourned backe againe Mote not mislike you also to abate To his first way: and, as they forward went, Your zealous hast, till morrow next againe They spyde a knight fayre pricking on the playne, Both light of Heven and strength of men relate: As if he were on some adventure bent,
Which if ye please, to yonder castle turne your And in his port appeared inanly hardiment.
gate." Sir Satyrane him towardes did addresse,
That counsell pleased well; so all yfere
To errant knights be commune: wondrous sore That Paridell it was: tho to him yode,
Thereat displeasd they were, till that young squyre And, him saluting as beseemed best,
Gan them informe the cause why that same dore Gan first inquire of tydinges farre abrode :
Was shut to all which lodging did desyre:
Malbecco will no straunge knights host,
For peevish gealosy : To savegard her ywandred all alone;
Paridell giusts with Britomart: Emongst the rest my lott (unworthy') is to be one.” Both shew their auncestry. “ Ah! gentle knight,” said then sir Satyrane, REDOUBTED knights, and bonorable dames, " Thy labour all is lost, I greatly dread,
To whom I levell all my labours end, That bast a thanklesse service on thee ta'ne, Right sore I feare least with unworthy blames And offrest sacrifice unto the dead :
This odious argument my rymes should shend, For dead, I surely doubt, thou maist aread Or ought your goodly patience offend, Henceforth for ever Florimell to bee;
Whiles of a wanton lady I doe write, That all the noble knights of Maydenhead,
Which with her loose incontinence doth blend Which her ador'd, may sore repent with mee, The shyning glory of your soveraine light; And all faire ladies may for ever sory bee." And knighthood fowle defaced by a faithlesse knight Which wordes when Paridell had heard, his hew But never let th' ensample of the bad Gan greatly chaung, and seemd dismaid to bee; Offend the good : for good, by paragone Then sayd; “ Fayre sir, how may I weene it trew, Of evill, may more notably be rad; That ye doe tell in such uncerteintec ?
As white seemes fayrer macht with blacke attone: Or speake ye of report, or did ye see
Ne all are shamed by the fault of one: Iust cause of dread, that makes ye doubt so sore? For lo! in Heven, whereas all goodnes is For perdie elles how mote it ever bee,
Emongst the angels, a whole legione That ever hand should dare for to engore
Of wicked sprightes did fall from happy blis ; Her noble blood! the Herens such crueltie abhore.” What wonder then if one, of women all, did mis ?
Then listen, lordings, if ye list to weet
Whereat soft knocking, entrance he desyrd. The cause why Satyrane and Paridell
The good man selfe, which then the porter playd, Mote not be entertaynd, as secmed meet,
Hinn answered, that all were now retyrd Into that castle, as that squyre dues tell.
Unto their rest, and all the keyes convayd “ Therein a cancred crabbed carle does dwell, Unto their maister who in bed was layd, That has no skill of court nor courtesie,
That none him durst awake out of his dreme; Ne cares what men say of him ill or well:
And therefore them of patience gently prayd. For all bis dayes he drownes in privitie,
Then Paridell began to chaunge bis theme, Yet has fuil large to live and spend at libertie. And threatned him with force and punishment ex
treme, " But all his mind is set on mucky pelfe, To boord up heapes of evill-gotten masse,
But all in taine ; for nought mote him relent:
And now so long before the wicked fast
They wayted, that the night was forward spent, Whose beauty doth her bounty far surpasse;
And the faire welkin fowly overcast The which to him both far unequall yeares
Gan blowen up a bitter stormy blast, And also far onlike conditions has;
With showre and hayle so horrible and dred; For she does joy to play emongst her peares,
That this faire many were compeld at last And to be free from hard restraynt and gealous feares. To fly for succour to a little shed,
The wbich beside the gate for swyne was ordered. “ But he is old, and withered like hay,
It fortuned, soone after they were gone, UnGt faire ladies service to supply;
Another knight, whom tempest thether brought, The privie guilt whereof makes him alway
Came to that castle, and with earnest mone, Suspect her truth, and keepe continuall spy
Like as the rest, late entrance deare besought; Upon her with his other blincked eye;
But, like so as the rest, he prayd for nought; Ne suffreth be resort of living wight
For flatly he of entrance was refusd; Approch to her, ne keep her company,
Sorely thereat he was displeasd, and thought But in close bowre her mewes from all mens sight,
How to avenge himselfe so sore abusd, Depriv'd of kindly ioy and naturall delight.
And evermore the carle of courtesie accusd. “ Malbecco he, and Hellenore she hight;
But, to avoyde th' intollerable stowre, Unfitly yokt together in one teeme.
He was compeld to seeke some refuge neare, Thai is the cause why never any knight
And to that shed, to sbrowd him from the showre, is suffred here to enter, but he seeme
He came, which full of guests he found whyleare, Such as no doubt of him he need misdeeme."
So as he was not let to enter there: Thereat sir Satyrane gan smyle, and say ;
Whereat he gan to wex exceeding wroth, * Extremely mad the man í surely deeme And swore that he would lodge with them yfere That weenes, with watch and hard restraynt, to stay Or them dislodg, all were they liefe or loth; A womans will which is disposd to go astray. And so defyde them each, and so defyde them both, " In vaine he feares that which he cannot shonne: Both were full loth to leave tliat needfull tent, For who wotes pot, that womans subtiltyes
And both full loth in darkenesse to debate; Can guylen Argus, when she list misdonne?
Yet both full liefe bim lodging to have lent, It is not yron bandes, nor hundred eyes,
And both full liefe his boasting to abate: Nor brasen walls, nor many wakefull spyes,
But chiefely Paridell his hart did grate Tbat can with hold her wilfull-wandring feet;
To heare hii threaten so despightfully, But fast goodwill, with gentle courtesyes,
As if he did a dogge in kenell rate And timely service to her pleasures meet,
That durst not barke; and rather had he dy May her perhaps containe that else would algates Then, when he was defyde, in coward corner ly. fleet."
Tho, hastily remounting to his steed,
He forth issew'd ; like as a boystrous winde, " Then is he not more mad,” sayd Paridell,
Which in th’ Earthes hollow cares hath long ben hid That hath hipiseife unto such service sold,
And shut up fast within her prisons blind, In dolefull thraldome all his dayes to dwell?
Makes the huge element, against her kinde, For sure a foole I doe bim firmely hold,
To more and tremble as it were agbast, That loves bis fetters, though they were of gold.
Untill that it an issew forth may finde; But why doe we devise of others ill,
Then forth it breakes, and with his furious blast Whyles thus we suffer this same dotard old
Confounds both land and seas, and skyes doth overTo keepe us out in scorne of his owne will,
ca t. And rather do not ransack all, and himselfe kill ?"
Their steel-hed speares they strongly coucht, and “ Nay, let us first," sayd Satyrane,“ entreat 'Together with impetuous rage and forse, [met The man by gentle meanes, to let us in;
That with the terrour of their fierce affret And afterwardes affray with cruell threat,
They rudely drove to ground both man and horse, Ere that we to efforce it doe begin :
That each awhile lay like a sencelesse corse. Then, if all fayle, we will by force it win,
But Paridell sore brused with the blow And eke reward the wretch for his mesprise,
Could not arise, the counterchaunge to scorse; As may be worthy of bis haynous sin.”
Till that young squyre liim reared from below; That connsell pleasd: then Paridell did rise, Then drew he his bright sword, and gan about him And to the castle-gate approcht in quiet wise:
But Satyrane forth stepping did them stay, Yet n'ote their hungry vew be satisfide,
But, seeing, still the more desir'd to see,
That much they faynd to know who she mote bee; And that uncurteous carle, their commune foe, Yet none of all them her thereof amov'd; To doe fowle death to die, or wrap in grievous woe. Yet every one her likte, and every one her lov'd. Malbecco seeing them resolvd in deed
And Paridell, though partly discontent To flame the gates, and hearing them to call With his late fall and fowle indignity, For fire in earnest, ran with fearefull speed, Yet was soone wonne his malice to relent, And, to them calling from the castle wall,
Through gratious regard of her faire eye, Besought them humbly him to beare withall, And knightly worth which be too late did try, As ignorant of servants bad abuse
Yet tried did adore. Supper was dight; And slacke attendaunce unto straungers call. Then they Malbecco prayd of courtesy, The knights were willing all things to excuse, That of his lady they might have the sight Though nought belev’d, and eutraunce late did not and company at meat, to doe them more delight. refuse.
But he, to shifte their curious request, They beene ybrought into a comely bowre,
Gan causen why she could not come in place; And servd of all things that mote needfull bee; Her crased helth, her late recourse to rest, Yet secretly their hoste did on them lowre,
And humid evening ill for sicke folkes cace : And welcomde more for feare then charitce; But none of those excuses could take place; But they dissembled what they did not see, Ne would they eate, till she in presence came: And welcomed themselves. Each gan undight Shee came in presence with right comely grace, Their garments wett, and weary armour free,
And fairely them saluted, as became, To dry themselves by Vulcanes flaming light,
And shewd herselfe in all a gentle courteous dame. And eke their lately bruzed parts to bring in plight. And eke that straunger knight emongst the rest
They sate to meat; and Satyrane his chaunce Was for like need enforst to disaray:
Was her before, and Paridell beside; Tho, whenas vailed was her lofty crest,
But he himselfe sate looking still askaunce Fler golden locks, that were in tramells gay
Gainst Britomart, and ever closely eide Upbounden, did themselves adowne display
Sir Satyrane, that glaunces might not glide: And ranght into her heeles; like sunny beames,
But his blinde eie, that sided Paridell, That in a cloud their light did long time stay,
All his demeasnure from his sight did hide: Their vapour vaded, shewe their golden gleames,
On her faire face so did he feede his fill, And through the persant aire shoote forth their azure And sent close messages of love to her at will : streames.
And ever and anone, when none was ware, Shee also dofte her heavy haberieon,
With speaking lookes, that close embassage bore, Which the faire feature of her limbs did hyde; He rov'd at her, and told his secret care; And her well-plighted frock, which she did won For all that art he learned had of yore: To tucke about her short when she did ryde,
Ne was she ignoraunt of that leud lore, Shee low let fall, that flowd from her lanck syde
But in his eye his meaning wisely redd, Downe to her foot with carelesse modestee.
And with the like him aunswerd evermore: Then of them all she plainly was espyde
Shee sent at him one fyrie dart, whose hedd To be a woman-wight, unwist to bee,
Empoisned was with privy lust and gealous dredd. The fairest woman-wight that ever eie did see. Like as Bellona (being late returnd
He from that deadly throw made no defence, From slaughter of the giaunts conquered ;
But to the wound his weake heart opened wyde: Where proud Encelade, whose wide nosethrils burnd The wicked engine through false influence With breathed flames like to a furnace redd,
Past through his eies, and secretly did glyde Transfixed with her speare downe tombled dedd
Into his heart, which it did sorely gryde. From top of Hemus by him heaped hye;)
But nothing new to him was that same paine, Hath loosd her helmet from her lofty hedd,
Ne paine at all; for he so ofte had tryde And her Gorgonian shield gins to untye'
The powre thereof, and lov'd so oft in vaine, From her lefte arme, to rest in glorious victorye.
That thing of course he counted, love to entertaine Which whenas they beheld, they smitten were Thenceforth to her he sought to intimate With great amazement of so woudrous sight; His inward griefe, by nieanes to him well knowne: And each on other, and they all on her,
Now Bacchus fruit out of the silver plate Stood gazing; as if suddein great affright
He on the table dasht, as overthrowne, Had them surprizd : at last avising right
Or of the fruitfull liquor overflowne; Her goodly personage and glorious hew,
And by the dauncing bubbles did divine, Which they so much mistooke, they tooke delight Or therein write to lett his love be showne ; In their first error, and yett still anew
Which well she redd out of the learned line: With wonder of her beauty fed their hobgry vew: A sacrament propbane in mistery of wine.