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Yet whenas fit advantage he did spy,
But, ere he coulde reforme it thoroughly, The whiles the cursed felon high did reare
He through occasion calied was away His cruell hand to smite him mortaily,
To Faerie court, that of necessity Under bis stroke he to him stepping neare
His course of justice he was forst to stay, Right in the flanke him strooke with deadly dreare, And Talus to revoke from the right way, That the gore-bloud thence gushing grievously In which he was that realme for to redresse: Did underneath himn like a pond appeare,
But envies cloud still dimmeth vertues ray! And all his armour did with purple dye:
Su, having freed Irena from distresse, Thereat he brayed loud, and yelled dreadfully. He tooke his leave of her there left in heavinesse. Yet the huge stroke, which he before intended,
Tho, as he backe returned from that land, Kept on his course, as he did it direct,
And there arriv'd againe where forth he set, And with such monstrous poise adowne descended,
He had not passed farre upon the strand, That seemed nought could him from death protect :
Whenas two old ill-favour'u hags he met, But he it well did ward with wise respect.
By the way-side being together set, And twixt him and the blow his shield did cast,
Two griesly creatures; and, to that their faces
Most foule and filthie were, their garments yet, Which thereon seizing tooke no great effect; But, byting deepe, therein did stieke so fast (wrast. Being all rag'd and tatter'd, their disgraces (cases, That by no meanes it backe againe he forth could
Did much the more augment, and made most ugly
The one of them, that eider did appeare, Long while he tug'd and strove to get it out,
With her dul eyes did seeme to looke askew, And all his powre applyed thereunto,
That her mis-shape much helpt: and her foule beare That he therewith the knight drew all about:
Hung loose and loathsomely; thereto her bew Nathlesse, for all that ever he could doe,
Was wan and leane, that all her teeth arew His axe be could not from his shield undoe.
And all her bones might through her cheekes bered; Which Artegall perceiving, strooke no more,
Her lips were, like raw lether, pale and blew: But loosing soone bis shield did it forgoe;
And as she spake, therewith sbe slavered; (sbe sed: And, while he combred was therewith so sore,
Yet spake she seldom: but thought more, the lesse He gav at bim let drive more fiercely then afore.
Her hands were foule and durtie, never washt So well he him pursew'd, that at the last
In all her life, with long nayles over-raught, He stroke him with Chrysaor on the hed,
Like puttocks clawes; with th' one of which she That with the souse thereof full sore aghast
scratcht He saggered to and fro in doubtfull sted:
Her cursed head, although it itched naught; Againe, whiles he him saw so ill bested,
The other held a snake with venime fraught, He did him smite with all his might and maine,
On which she fed and guawed hungrily, That, falling, on bis mother earth he fed:
As if that long she had not eaten ought; Whom when he saw prostrated on the plaine,
That round about her iawes one might descry He lightly reft his head to ease him of his paine.
The bloudic gore and poyson dropping lothsomely. Which when the people round about him saw, They sbouted all for joy of his successe,
Her name was Envie, knowen well thereby;
Whose nature is to grieve and grudge at all Glad to be quit from that proud tyrants awe,
That ever she sces doen prays-worthily ; Which with strong powre did them long time op
Whose sight to her is greatest crosse may fall, presse;
And vexeth so, that makes her eat her gall: And, running all with greedie joyfulnesse
For, when she wanteth other thing to eat, To faire Irena, at her feet did fall,
She feedes on her ou ne maw unnaturall, And her adored with due humblenesse
And of her owne foule entrayles makes her meat; As their true Liege and princesse naturall;
Meat fit for such a monsters monsterous dyeat: And eke her champions glorie sounded over all :
And if she hapt of any good to heare, Who, streight her leading with meete maiestie That had to any happily betid, Into the pallace where their king; did rayne, Then wonld she inly fret, and grieve, and teare Did her therein establish peaceablie,
Her Desh for felnesse, which she inward bid; And to her kingdomes seat restore agayne ;
But if she weard of ill that any did, And all such persons, as did late maintayne Or barme that any had, then would she make That tyrauts part with close or open ayde,
Great cheare, like one unto a banquet bid; He sorely punished with heavie payne;
And in anothers lusse great pleasure take, That in short space, whiles there with her he stayd, As she had got thereby and gayned a great stake, Not one was left that durst her once bave disobayd.
The other nothing better was then shee; During which time that he did there remayne, Agreeing in bad will and cancred kynd, His studie was true iustice how to deale,
But in bad maner they did disagree: And day and night employ'd his busie paine For whatso Envie good or bad did fynd Hor to reforme that ragged common-weale: She did conceale, and murder her owne mynd ; And that same yron man, which could reveale But this, whatever evill she conceived, All hidden crimes, through all that realme he sent Did spred abroad and throw in th’ open wynd : To search out those that usd to rob and steale, Yet this in all her words might be perceived, Or did rebell gainst lawfull government;
That all she sought was mens good name to bave On whom he did inflict most grievous punishment.
For, whatsoever good by any sayd
Then from her mouth the gobbet she does take, Or doen she heard, she would streightwayes invent The which whyleare she was so greedily How to deprave or slaunderously upbrayd, Devouring, even that halfe-gnawen snake, Or to misconstrue of a mans jutent,
And at him throws it most despightfully : And turm2 to ill the thing that well was ment: The cursed serpent, though she hungrily Therefore she used often to resort
Earst chawd thereon, yet was not all so dead, To common baunts, and companies frequent, But that some life remayned secretly; To bearke whatt, any one did good report,
And, as he past afore withouten dread, To blot the same with blame, or wrest in wicked Bit him behind, that long the marke was to be reada sort :
Then th' other comming neare gan him revile, And if that any ill she heard of any,
Aud fouly rayle, with all she could inrent; She would it ceke, and make much worse by telling, Saying that he had, with unmanly guile And take great ioy to pui lish it to many ; And foule abusion, both his honour blent, That every matter worse was for her' melling: And that bright sword, the sword of lustice lent, Her name was hight Detraction, and her dwelling Had stayned with reprochfull crueltie Was neare to Envie, even her neighbour next; In guiltlesse blood of many an innocent: A wicked hag, and Envy selfe exčelling
As for Grandtorto, him with treacherie In mischiefe; for herselfe she only'vext :
And traynes having surpriz'd he fouly did to die. But this same both herselfe and others eke perplext.
Thereto the Blatant Beast, by them set on, Her face was ugly, and her mouth distort, At him began aloud to barke and bay Foming with poyson round about her gils,
With bitter rage and fell contention ; In which her cursed tongue full sharpe and short That all the woods and rockes nigh to that way Appear'd like aspis sting, that closely kils, Began to quake and tremble with dismay; Or cruelly does wound whomso she wils:
And all the aire rebellowed againe ; A distaffe in her other hand she had,
So dreadfully his hundred tongues did bray: Upon the which she litle spinnes, but spils; And evermore those hags themselves did paine And faynes to weave false tales and leasings bad, To sharpen him, and their owne cursed tongs did To throw amongst the good, which others had dis
And, still among, most bitter wordes they spake, These two now had themselves combynd in one, Most shamefull, most unrighteous, most untrew, And linckt together gainst sir Artegall;
That they the mildest man alive would make For whom they wayted as his mortall fone, Forget his patience, and yeeld vengeaunce dew How they might make him into mischiefe fall, To her, that so false sclaunders at him threw: For freeing from their snares Irena thrall :
And more, to make them pierce and wound more Besides, unto themselves they gotten had
deepe, A monster, which the Blatant Beast men call, She with the sting which in ber vile tongue grew A dreadfull feend of gods and men ydrad, [lad. Did sharpen them, and in fresh poyson steepe: Whom they by slights allur'd and to their purpose Yet he past on, and seem'd of them to take no keeper
Such were these hags, and so unhandsome drest: But Talus, hearing her so lewdly raile
Would her have chástiz'd with his yron flaile,
And stones did cast; yet he for nought would swerve Towardes him runs, and with rude faring lockes From his right course, but still the way did hold About her eares does beat her brest and forhead To Paerie court; where what him fell shall else be knockes.
THE LEGEND OF SIR CALIDORE, OR OF COURTESIE.
Of which though present age doe plenteous seeme, Are so exceeding spacious and wyde,
Yet, being matcht with plaine antiquitie, And sprinckled with such sweet variety
Ye will them all but fayned showes esteeme, Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye,
Which carry colours faire that feeble eies misdeeme: That I, nigh ravisht with rare thoughts delight, My tedious travell doe forget thereby;
But, in the triall of true curtesie, And, when I gin to feele decay of might,
Its now so farre from that which then it was, It strength to me, supplies and chears my dulled That it indeed is nought but forgerie, spright.
Fashion d to please the eies of them that pas,
Which see not perfect things but in a glas: Such secret comfort and such heavenly pleasures, Yet is that glasse so gay that it can blynd Ye sacred imps, that on Parnasso dwell,
The wisest sight, to thinke gold that is bras : And there the keeping have of learnings threasures But vertues seat is deepe within the mynd, Which doe all worldly riches farre excell, And not in outward shows but inward thoughts Into the mindes of mortall men doe well,
defynd. And goodly fury into them infuse ; Guyde ye my footing, and conduct me well But where shall I in all antiquity In these strange waies where never foote did use, So faire a patterne finde, where may be seene Ne none can find but who was taught them by the The goodly praise of princely curtesie, Muse:
As in yourselfe, O soveraine lady queene?
In whose pure minde, as in a mirrour sheene, Rerele to me the sacred noursery
It showes, and with her brightnesse doth inflame Of vertue, which with you doth there remaine, The eyes of all which thereon fixed beene; Where it in silver bowre does hidden ly
But meritetb indeede an higher name:
Then pardon me, most dreaded soveraine,
And tribute backe repay as to their king :
Into the rest which round about you ring, Which though it on a lowly stalke doe bowre, Faire lords and ladies which about you dwell, Yet brancheth forth in brave nobilitie,
And doe adorne your court where courtesies excell.
“ The Blattant Beast," quoth he, “ I doe pursew,
And through the world incessantly doe chase,
Till I him overtale, or else subdew:
Yet know I not or how or in what place Calidore saves from Maleffort
'To find him out, yet still I forward trace." A damzell used vylde:
“ What is that Blattant Beast then?” he replide; Doth vanquish Crudor; and doth make
“ Is it a monster bred of bellishe race,"
Then answered he,“ which often hath annoyd
« Of Cerberus whilome he was begot And well beseemeth that in princes ball
And fell Chimæra, in her darkesome den, That vertue should be plentifully found,
Through fowle commixture of his filthy blot; Which of all goodly manners is the ground,
Where he was fostred loug in Stygian fen, And roote of civill conversation:
Till he to perfect ripenesse grew; and then
Into this wicked world he forth was sent
Whom with vile tongue and venemous intent
He sore doth wound, and bite, and cruelly torBut mongst them all was none more courteous
ment. Then Calidore, beloved over all :
“ Then, since the Salvage Island I did leave," In whom it seernes that gentlenesse of spright
Sayd Artegall, " I such a beast did see, And manners mylde were planted naturall;
The which did seeme a thousand tongues to hare, To which he adding comely guize withall
That all in spight and malice did agree, And gracious speach, dulsteale mens hearts away:
With which he bayd and loudly barkt at mee, Natblesse there to he was full stout and tall,
As if that he attonce would me devoure: And weil approv'd in batteilous affray, [play.
But I, that knew myselfe from perill free, That him did much renowme, and far his fame dis
Did nought regard his inalice nor his powre;
But be the more his wicked poyson forth did poure."
“ Which I pursue, of whom I am right glad
, For he loathd leasing and base flatterv,
“And keepe your body from the daunger drad ; And loved simple truth and stedfast honesty. For
have much adoe to deale withali !"
So both tooke goodly leave, and parted severall.
Sir Calidore thence travelled not long,
Whenas by chaunce a comely squire he found, With Artegall, returning yet balfe sad
That thorough some more mighty enemies wrong From his late conquest which he gotten had :
Both hand and foote unto a tree was bound;
Who, seeing him from farre, with piteous sound
But first him losde, and afterwards thus to him said; " Now tell, if please you, of the good successe
Unhappy squire, what hard mishap thee brought Which ye have had in your late enterprize."
Into this bay of perill and disgrace? To whom sir Artegali gan to expresse
What cruell hand thy wretched thraldome wrought, His whole exploite and valorous emprize,
And thee captyved in this shamefull place?"
To whom he answered thus; “ My haplesse case In order as it did to him arize.
Is not occasiond through my misdesert, Now, happy man," said then sir Calidore, “ Which have, so goodly as ye can devize,
But through misfortune, which did me abase
Unto this shame, and my young hope subvert,
Ere that I in her guilefull traines was well expert.
“ Not farre from hence, uppon yond rocky bill, “ But where ye ended bave, vow I begin
Hard by a streight there stands a castle strong,
And it hath long mayntaind with mighty wrong:
For may no knight nor lady passe along In perils strange, in labours long and wide; That way, (and yet they needs must passe that way, in which although good fortune me befall,
By reason of the streight, aud rocks among;) Yet shall it not by none be testifyde.”
But they that ladies lockes doe shave away, " What is that quest,” quoth then sir Artegall, And that knights beard, for toll which they for pas" That you iuto such perils presently doth call?"
só A shamefull use as ever I did heare,"
Like as a water-streame, whose swelling sourse Sayd Calidore, " and to be overthrowne.
Shall drive a mill, within strong bancks is pent, But by what meanes did they at first it reare, And long restrayned of his ready course; And for what cause? tell if thou have it knowne.” So soone as passage is unto hitn lent, Sayd then that squire; “ The lady, which doth owne Breakes forth, and makes his way more violent; This castle, is by name Briana hight;
Such was the fury of sir Calidore: Then which a prouder lady liveth none:
When once he felt his foe-man to relent, She long time bath deare lov'd a doughty knight, He fiercely him pursu'd, and pressed sore; And sought to win his love by all the meanes she Who as he still decayd, so he encreased more. might.
The heavy burden of whose dreadfull might “ His name is Crudor; who, through high disdaine Whenas the carle no longer could sustaine, And proud despight of his selfe-pleasing mynd, His heart gan faint, and streight he tooke his fight Refused hath to yeeld her love againe,
Toward the castle, where, if need constraine, Untill a mantle she for himn doe fynd
His hope of refuge used to remaine: With beards of knights and locks of ladies lynd: Whom Calidore perceiving fast to flie, Which to provide, she hath this castle dight, He him pursu'd and chaсed throngh the plaine, And tberein hath a seneschall assynd,
That he for dread of death gan loude to erie Cald Maleffort, a man of mickle might,
Unto the ward to open to him hastilie. Who executes her wicked will with worse despight.
They, from the wall him seeing so aghast, “ He, this same day as I that way did come The gate soone opened to receive him in; With a faire damzell my beloved deare,
But Calidore did follow him so fast, In execution of her lawlesse doome
That even in the porch he him did win, Did set uppon us flying both for feare;
And cleft his head asunder to his chin: For little bootes against him hand to reare:
The carkasse tumbling downe within the dore Me first he tooke unhable to withstond,
Did choke the entraunce with a lumpe of sin, And whiles he ber pursued every where,
That it could not be shut; whilest Calidore Till his retume unto this tree he bond;
Did enter in, and slew the porter on the flore. Ne wole I surely whether he her yet have fond.”
With that the rest the which the castle kcpt Thus while they spake they heard a ruefuil shrieke About him flockt, and hard at him did lay; Of one loud crying, which they streightway ghest
But he them all from him full lightly swept, That it was she the which for helpe did seeke.
As doth a steare, in heat of sommers day, Tho, looking up unto the cry to lest,
With his long taile the bryzes brush away. They saw that carle from farre with hand unblest Theuce passing forth into the hall he came, Hayling that mayden by the yellow heare,
Where of the lady selfe in sad dismay That all her garments from her snowy brest,
He was y mett, who with uncomely shame And from her head her lockes he nigh did teare,
Gan him salute,and fowle upbrayd with faultyblame: Ne would be spare for pitty, nor refraine for feare.
“ False traytor knight,” said she, “no knight at all, Which baynous sight when Calidore beheld,
But score of armes ! that hast with guilty hand Eftsones he loosd that squire, and so hin left
Murdered my men, and slaine my seneschall;
Now comest thou to rob my house unmand, With hearts dismay and inward dolour queld,
And spoile myselfe, that cannot thee withstand ? Por to pursue that villaine, which had reft
Yet doubt thou not, but that some better knight That piteous spoile by so iniurious theft: Whom overtaking, loude to him he cryde;
Then thou, that shall thy treason understand,
Will it avenge, and pay thee with thy right: " Leave, faytor, quickely that misgotten weft To him that hath it better justifyde,
And if none do, yet shame shall thee with shame [defyde."
requight." And turne thee soone to him of whom thou art
Much was the knight abashed at that word ; Who, hearkning to that voice, himselfe upreard, Yet answer'd thus; Not unto me the shame, And, seeing him so fiercely towardes make,
But to the shamefull doer it afford.
Bloud is no blemish; for it is no blame
And wicked customes make, those doe defame
No greater shame to man then inhumanitie. Yet shall it not her lockes for raunsome fro me free."
" Then doe yourselfe, for dread of shame, forgoe With that he fiercely at him flew, and layd This evill manner wbich ye here maintaine, On hideous strokes with most importune might, And doe instead thereof mild curt’sie showe That oft he made himn stagger as unstayd,
To all that passe: that shall you glory gaine And oft recuile to shunne his sharpe despight: More then his love, which thus ye seeke t'obtaine." But Calidore, that was well skild in fight,
Wherewith all full of wrath she thus replyde; Him long forbore, and still his spirite spar'd, • Vile recreant ! know that I doe much disdaine Lying in waite how him he damadge might: Thy courteous lore, that doest my love deride, Bat when he felt him shrinke, and come to ward, Who scornes thy ydle scoffe, and bids thee be de He greater grew, and gan to drive at him more hard.