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“ Not I so happy," answerd then that swaine, « Another Grace she well deserves to be, “ As thou unhappy, which them thence didst chace, In whom so many graces gathered are, Whom by no meanes thou canst recall againe; Excelling much the meane of her degree; For, being gone, none can them bring in place, Divine resemblaunce, beauty soveraine rare, But whom they of themselves list so to grace.” Firme chastity, that spight ne blemish dare ! “ Kight sory 1,” saide then sir Calidore,

All which she with such courtesie doth grace, “ That my ill fortune did them hence displace: That all her peres cannot with her compare, But since things passed noue may now restore, But quite are dimmed when she is in place: Tell me what were they all, whose lacke thee She made me often pipe, and now to pipe apace. grieves so sore.

Sunne of the world, great glory of the sky, Tho gan that shepheard thus for to dilate;

That all the Earth doest lighten with thy rayes, “ Then wote, thou shepheard, whatsoe'er thou bee, Great Gloriana, greatest majesty! That all those ladies, wbich thou sawest late, Pardon thy shepheard, mongst so many layes Are Venus damzels, all within her fee,

As he hath sung of thee in all his dayes, But differing in honour and degree:

To make one minime of thy poore handmayd, They all are Graces which on her depend; And underneath thy feete to place her prayse; Besides a thousand more which ready bee That, when thy glory shall be farre displayd Her to adorne, whenso she forth doth wend; (tend: To future age, of her this mention may be made !" But those three in the midst, doe chiefe on her at

When thus that shepheard ended had his speach, “ They are the daughters of sky-ruling love, Sayd Calidore ; “ Now sure it yrketh mee, By him begot of faire Eurynome,

That to thy blisse I made this luckelesse breach, The Oceans daughter, in this pleasant grove, As now the author of thy bale to be, As he, this way comming from feastful glee Thus to bereave thy loves deare sight from thee: Of Thetis wedding with Aecidee,

But, gentle shepheard, pardon thou my shame, In sommers shade bimselfe here rested weary, Who rashly sought that which I mote not see.” The first of them hight mylde Euphrosyne, Thus did the courteous knight excuse his blame, Next faire Aglaia, last Thalia merry ; [cherry! And to recomfort him all comely meanes did frame. Sweete goddesses all three, which me in mirth do

In such discourses they logether spent “ These three on men all gracious gifts bestow, Long time, as fit occasion forth them led ; Which decke the body or adorne the mynde, With which the knight himselfe did much content, To make them lovely or well-favoured show ; And with delight his greedy fancy fed As comely carriage, entertainment kynde,

Both of his words, which he with reason red, Sweete semblaunt, friendly offices that bynde, And also of the place, whose pleasures rare And all the complements of curtesie :

With such regard his sences ravished, They teach us, how to each degree and kynde That thence he bad no will away to fare, [share. We should ourselves demeane, to low, to hie, But wisht that with that shepbeard he mote dwelling To friends, to foes; which skill men call civility.

But that envenimd sting, the which of yore “ Therefore they alwaies smoothly seeme to smile, His poysnous point deepe fixed in his hart That we likewise should mylde and gentle be; Had left, now gan afresh to rancle sore, And also naked are, that without guile

And to renue the rigour of his smart; Or false dissemblaunce all them plaine may see, Which to recure, no skill of leaches art Simple and true from covert malice free;

Mote him availe, but to returne againe And eeke themselves so in their daunce they bore, To his wounds worker, that with lovely dart That two of them still froward seem'd to bee, Dinting his brest had bred his restlesse paine; But one still towards shew'd herselfe afore; (store. Like as the wounded whale to shore flies from the That good should from us goe, then come in greater

maine. “ Such were those goddesses which ye did see: So, taking leave of that same gentle swaine, But that fourth mayd, which there amidst them He backe returned to his rusticke wonne, Who can aread what creature mote she bee, [traced, where his faire Pastorella did remaine : Whether a creature, or a goddesse graced To whome in sort, as he at first begonne, With beavenly gifts from Heven first enraced ! Ile daily did apply himselfe to donne But whatso sure she was, she worthy was

All dewfull service, voide of thoughts impure; To be the fourth with those three other placed : Ne any paines ne perill did he shopne, Yet was she certes but a countrey lasse ;

By which he might her to bis love allure, Yet she all other countrey lasses farre did passe : And liking in her yet untamed heart procura “ So farre, as doth the daughter of the day And evermore the shepheard Coridon, All other lesser lights in lighi excell;

Whatever thing he did her to aggrate, So farre doth she in beautyfull array

Did strive to match with strong contention, Above all other lasses beare the bell ;

And all his paines did closely emulate; Ne lessc in vertue that beseemes her well

Whether it were to caroll, as they sate Doth she exceede the rest of all her race;

Keeping their sheepe, or games to exercize, For which the Graces, that here wont to dwell, Or to present her with their labours late ; Have for more honor brought her to this place, Through which if any grace chaunst to arize [frize. And graced her so much to be another Grace. To him, the shepheard straight with jealousie did

One day, as they all three together went

With them also was taken Coridon,
To the greene wood to gather strawberies,

And carried captive by those theeves away;
There chaunst to them a dangerous accident: Who in the covert of the night, that none
A tigre forth out of the wood did rise,

Mote them descry, nor reskue from their pray,
That with fell clawes full of fierce gourmandize, Unto their dwelling did them close convay:
And greedy mouth wide-gaping like hell-gate, Their dwelling in a little island was,
Did runne at Pastorell her to surprize;

Covered with shrubby woods, in which no way Whom she beholding, now all desolate,

Appeared for people in nor out to pas,
Gap cry to them aloud to helpe her all too late. Nor any footing fynde for overgrowen gras :
Which Coridon first hearing, ran in hast

For underneath the ground their way was made
To reskue her ; but, when he saw the feend, Through hollow caves, that no man mote discover
Through cowherd feare he fled away as fast, For the thicke shrubs, which did them alwaies shade
Ne durst abide the daunger of the end ;

From view of living wight and covered over; His life he steemed dearer then his frend:

But darkenesse dred and daily night did hover But Calidore soone comming to her ayde, Through all the inner parts, wherein they dwelt; When he the beast saw ready now to rend

Ne lightned was with window, nor with lover, His loves deare spoile, in which his heart was prayde, But with continuall candle light, which delt He ran at him enraged, instead of being frayde. A doubtfull sense of things, not so well seene as felt. He had no weapon but his shepheards hooke Hither those Brigants brought their present pray, To serve the vengeaunce of his wrathfull will;

And kept them with continuall watch and ward; With which so sternely he the monster strooke,

Meaning, so soone as they convenient may, That to the ground astonished he fell;

For slaves to sell them for no small reward Whence ere he could recou'r, he did him quell,

To merchants, which them kept in bondage hard, And hewing off his head, it presented

Or sold againe. Now when faire Pastorell Before the feete of the faire Pastorell;

Into this place was brought, and kept with gard Who, scarcely yet from former feare exempted,

Of griesly theeves, she thought herself in Hell, A thousand times him thankt that had her death where with such damned fiends she should in darkprevented.

nesse dwell. From that day forth she gan bim to affect,

But for to tell the dolefull dreriment
And daily more her favour to augment;
But Coridon for cowherdize reiect,

And pittifull complaints which there she made,

(Where day and night she nonght did but lament Fit to keepe sheepe, unfit for loves content:

Her wretched life shut up in deadly shade,
The gentle heart scornes base disparagement.
Yet Calidore did not despise bim quight,

And waste her goodly beauty, which did fade

Like to a flowre that feeles no heate of Sunne Bat usde him friendly for further intent,

Which may her feeble leaves with comfort glade :-) That by his fellowship he colour might

And what befell her in that theevish wonne,
Both his estate and love from skill of any wight.

Will in another canto better bc begonne.
So well he wood her, and so well he wrought her,
With humble service, and with daily sute,
That at the last unto his will he brought her ;
Which he so wisely well did prosecute,

That of his love he reapt the timely frute,

The theeves fall out for Pastorell, And ioyed long in close felicity :

Whilest Melibee is slain: Till Fortune, fraught with malice, blinde and brute,

Her Calidore from them redeemes,
That envies lovers long prosperity,

And bringeth backe againe.
Blew up a bitter storme of foule adversity,
It fortuned one day, when Calidore

The joys of love, if they should ever last
Was hunting in the woods, as was his trade,

Without affiction or disquietnesse A lawlesse people, Brigants hight of yore,

That worldly chaunces doe amongst them cast, That never usde to live by plongh nor spade,

Would be on Earth too great a blessednesse, But fed on spoile and booty, which they made

Liker to Heaven then mortall wretchednesse : Upon their neighbours which did nigh them border, Therefore the winged god, to let men weet The dwelling of these shepheards did invade;

That here on Earth is no sure happinesse, And spoyld their houses, and themselves did murder, A thousand sowres hath tempred with one sweet, And drore away their flocks ; with other much dis- To make it seeme more deare and dainty, as is meet. order.

Like as is now befalne to this faire mayd, Amongst the rest, the which they then did pray, Faire Pastorell, of whom is now my song: They spoyld old Melibee of all he had,

Who being now in dreadfull darknesse layd And all his people captive led away;

Amongst those theeves, which her in bondage strong Mongst which this lueklesse mayd away was lad, Detaynd ; yet Fortune, not with all this wrong Faire Pastorella, sorrowfuli and sad,

Contented, greater mischiefe on her threw, Most sorrowfull, most sad, that ever sight, And sorrowes heapt on her in greater throng ; Now made the spoile of theeves and Brigants bad, That whoso heares her heavinesse, would rew Which was the conquest of the gentlest knight And pitty her sad plight, so chang:d from pleasaunt That ever liv'd, and th'.onely glory of his inight.


Whylest thus she in these hellish dens remayned, To whom they shewed, how those merchants were
Wrapped in wretched cares and hearts unrest, Arriv'd in place their bondslaves for to buy ;
It so befell, as Fortune had ordayned,

And therefore prayd that those same captives there That he which was their capitaine profest,

Mote to them for their most commodity And had the chiefe commaund of all the rest, Be sold, and mongst them shared equally. One day, as he did all his prisoners vew,

This their request the captaine much appalled; With lustfull eyes beheld that lovely guest, Yet could he not their iust demaund deny, • Faire Pastorella, whose sad mournefull hew And willed streight the slaves should forth be called,

Like the faire morning clad in misty fog did shew. And sold for most advantage not to be forstalled At sight whereof his barbarous heart was fired,

Then forth the good old Melibee was brought,

And Coridon with many other moe, And inly burnt with flames most raging whot,

Whom they before in diverse spoyles had caught; That her alone he for his part desired

All which he to the marchants sale did showe: Of all the other pray which they had got, And her in mynde did to himselfe allot:

Till some, which did the sundry prisoners knowe, From that day forth he kyndnesse to her showed,

Gan to inquire for that faire shepherdesse,

Which with the rest they tooke not long agoe; And sought her love by all the meanes he mote; With looks, with words, with gifts he oft her wowed, The more t augment her price through praise of

And gan her forme and feature to expresse, And mixed threats among, and much unto her

comlinesse. vowed.

To whom the captaine in full angry wize But all that ever he could doe or say

Made answere, that “the mayd of whom they spake Her constant mynd could not a whit remove, Was his owne purchase and his onely prize ; Nor draw unto the lure of his lewd lay,

With which none had to doe, ne ought partake, To graunt him favour or afford him love :

But he himselfe which did that conquest make; Yet ceast he not to sew, and all waies prove, Litle for him to have one silly lasse ; By which he mote accomplish his request,

Besides through sicknesse now so wan and weake, Saying and doing all that mote behove;

That nothing meet in merchandise to passe:” Ne day nor night he suffred her to rest,

So shew'd them her, to prove how pale and weake But her all night did watch, and all the day molest.

she was. At last, when him she so importune saw,

The sight of whom, though now decayd and mard, Fearing least he at length the raines would lend And eke but hardly seene by candle-light, Unto his lust, and make his will his law,

Yet, like a diamond of rich regard, Sith in his powre she was to foe or friend;

In doubtfull shadow of the darkesome night She thought it best, for shadow, to pretend

With starrie beames about her shining bright, Some shew of favour, by him gracing small,

The marchants fixed eyes did so amaze, [light, That she thereby mote either freely wend, That what through wonder, and what through deOr at more ease continne there his thrall:

A while on her they greedily did gaze, A little well is lent that gaineth more withall. And did her greatly like, and did her greatly praize.

At last when all the rest them offred were, So from thenceforth, when love he to her made,

And prises to them placed at their pleasure, With better tearmes she did him entertaine ; Which gave him hope, and did him halfe perswade, Ne ought would buy, however prisd with measure,

They all refused in regard of her; That he in time her ioyance should obtaine : But when she saw, through that small favours gaine, They did esteeme, and offred store of gold : [sure,

Withouten her, whose worth above all threasure, That further then she willing was he prest;

But then the captaine, fraught with more displeaShe found no meanes to barre him, but to faine

Bad them be still; “his love sbould not be sold; A sodaine sicknesse which her sore opprest, And made unfit to serve his lawlesse mindes behest. The rest take if they would; be her to him would

hold.” By meanes whereof she would not him permit Therewith some other of the chiefest theeves Once to approach to her in privity,

Boldly him bad such iniurie forbeare; But onely mongst the rest by her to sit,

For that same mayd, however it bim greeves, Mourning the rigour of her malady,

Should with the rest be sold before him theare, And seeking all things meete for remedy:

To make the prises of the rest more deare. But she resolv'd no remedy to fynde,

That with great rage he stoutly doth denay ; Nor better cheare to shew in misery,

And, fiercely drawing forth his blade, doth sweare Till Fortune would her captive bonds unbynde: That whoso hardie hand on her doth lay, Her sickenesse was not of the body but the myndc. It dearely shall aby, and death for bandsell pay. During which space that she thus sicke did lie, Thus, as they words amongst them multiply, It chaunst a sort of merchants, which were wount They fall to strokes, the frute of too much talke, To skim those coastes for bondmen there to buy, And the mad steele about doth fiercely fly, And by such trafficke after gaines to hunt, Not sparing wight, ne leaving any balke, . Arrived in this isle, though bare and blunt, But making way for Death at large to walke; T'inquire for slaves; where being readie met Who, in the horror of the griesly night, [stalke, By some of these same theeves at th' iustant brunt, in thousand dreadful shapes doth mongst them Were brought unto their captaine, who was set And makes huge havocke; whiles the candle-light By his faire patients side with sorrowfull regret. Out-quenched leaves no skill nor difference of wight.

Like as a sort of hungry dogs, ymet

But when they saw her now reliv'd againe, About some carcase by the common way,

They left her so, in charge of one, the best Doe fall together, stryving each to get

Of many worst, who with unkind disdaine The greatest portion of the greedie pray;

And cruell rigour her did much molest; All on confused heapes themselves assay,

Scarse yeelding her due food or timely rest, And snatch, and byte, and rend, and tug, and teare; And scarsely suffring her infestre:d wound, That who them sees would wonder at their fray, That sore her payn’d, by any to be drest. And who sees not would be affrayd to heare: So leave we her in wretched thraldome bound, Such was the conflict of those cruell brigants there. And turne we back to Calidore, where we him found. But, first of all, their captives they doe kill, Who when he backe returned from the wood, Least they should joyne against the weaker side, And saw his shepheards cottage spoyled quight, Or rise against the remnant at their will:

And his love reft away; he wexed wood Old Melibee is slaine; and him beside

And halfe enraged at that ruefull sight; His raged wife; with many others wide:

That even his hart, for very fell despight, But Coridon, escaping craftily,

And his owne flesh he readie was to teare: Creepes forth of dores, whilst darknes him doth hide, He chauft, he griev'd, he fretted, and he sigh't, And dyes away as fast as he can hye,

And fared like a furious wyld beare, [where. Ne stayeth leave to take before his friends doe dye. Whose whelpes are stolne away, she being otherBut Pastorella, wofull wretched elfe,

Ne wight he found to whom he might complaine, Was by the captaine all this while defended, Ne wight he found of whom he might inquire; Who, minding more her safety then himselfe, That more increast the anguish of his paine : His target alwayes over her pretended ;

He sought the woods, but no man could see there; By meanes whereof, that mote not be amended,

He sought the plaines, but could no tydings heare: He at the length was slaine and layd on ground, The woods did nought but ecchoes vaine rebound; Yet holding fast twixt both his armes extended The playnes all waste and emptie did appeare; Fayre Pastorell, who with the selfe same wound Where wont the shepheards oft their pypes resound, Launcht through the arme fell down with him in And feed an hundred flocks, there now not one he drerie swound.

found. There lay she covered with confused preasse At last, as there he romed up and downe, Of carcases, which dying on her fell :

He chaunst one coming towards him to spy, Tho, whenas he was dead, the fray can ceasse; That seem'd to be some sorie simple clowne, And each to other calling did compell

With ragged weedes, and lockes upstaring hye, To stay their cruell hands from slaughter fell, As if he did from some late daunger fly, Sith they that were the cause of all were gone: And yet his feare did follow him behynd : Thereto they all attonce agreëd well;

Who as he unto him approached nye, And, lighting candles new, gan search anone, He mote perceive, by signes which he did fynd, How many of their friends were slaine, how many | That Coridon it was, the silly shepheards hynd. fone.

Tho, to him running fast, he did not stay Their captaine there they cruelly found kild, To greet him first, but askt, Where were the rest, And in his armes the dreary dying mayd,

Where Pastorell ?-Who full of fresh dismay, Like a sweet angell twixt two clouds uphild; And gushing forth in teares, was so opprest, Her lovely light was dimmed and decayd

That he no word conld speake, but smit his brest, With cloud of death upon her eyes displayd ; And up to Heaven his eyes fast-streming threw: Yet did the cloud make even that dimmed light Whereat the knight amaz'd, yet did not rest, Seeme much more lovely in that darknesse layd, But askt agaive, What meant that rufull hew; And twixt the twinckling of her eye-lids bright

Where was his Pastorell ? where all the othercrew? To sparke out litle beames, like starres in foggie night.

“ Ah! well away,” sayd he, then sighing sore,

“ That ever I did live this day to see, But, when they mov'd the carcases aside,

This dismall day, and was not dead before,
They found that life did yet in her remaine; Before I saw faire Pastorella dye!"
Then all their helpes they busily applyde

“ Die! out alas !" then Calidore did cry,
To call the soule backe to her home againe; “ How could the Death dare ever her to quell!
And wrought so well, with labour and long paine, But read thou, shepheard, read what destiny
That they to life recovered her at last :

Or other dyrefull bap from Heaven or Hell Who, sighing sore, as if her hart in twaine Hath wrought this wicked deed : doe feare away, Had riven bene and all her hart-strings brast,

and tell." With drearie drouping eyne lookt up like one agbast. Tho, when the shepheard breathed had awhyle, There she beheld, that sore her griev'd to see, He thus began; “ Where shall I then cominence Her father and her friends about her lying, This wofull tale? or bow those brigants vyle Herselfe sole left a second spoyle to bee

With cruell rage and dreadfull violence Of those, that having saved her from dying Spoyld all our cots, and caried us from hence; Renew'd her death by timely death denying.

Or how faire Pastorell should have bene sold What now is left ber but to wayle and weepe,

To marchants, but was sav'd with strong defence; Wringing her hands, and ruefully loud crying ! Or how those theeves, whilestone sought her to hold, Ne cared she her wound in teares to steepe, Fell all at ods, and fought through fury fierce and Albe with all their might those brigants herdid keepe.

bold. VOL. III.


“ In that same condict (woe is me!) befell But Calidore recomforting his griefe, (swade This fatall chaunce, this dolefull accident, Though not his feare; for nought may feare disWhose heavy tydings now I have to tell.

Him hardly forward drew, whereas the thiefe First all the captives, which they here had hent, Lay sleeping soundly in the bushes shade, Were by them slaine by generall consent ;

Whom Coridon him counseld to invade Old Melibee and his good wife witball

Now all unwares, and take the spoyle away; These eyes saw die, and dearely did lament: But he, that in his mind had closely made But, when the lot to Pastorell did fall, (forstall, A further purpose, would not so them slay, Their captaine long withstood, and did her death But gently waking them gave them the time of day. “ But what could he gainst all them doe alone ? Tho, sitting downe by them upon the greene, It could not boot ; needs mote she die at last ! Of sundrie things he purpose gan to fajne, I onely scapt through great confusione

That he by them might certaine tydings weene Of cryes and clamors, which amongst them past, , Of Pastorell, were she alive or slaine: In dreadfull darknesse, dreadfully aghast; Mongst which the theeves them questioned again, That better were with them to have bene dead, What mister men, and eke from whence they were. Then here to see all desolate and wast,

To whom they answer'd, as did appertaine, Despoyled of those ioyes and jollyhead, [lead.” That they were poore beardgroomes, the which wby. Whica with those gentle shepheards here I wont to



Had from their maisters Aed, and now sought byre When Calidore these ruefull newes had raught, His hart quite deaded was with anguish great, Whereof right glad they seem'd, and offer made And all his wits with doole were nigh distraught, To hyre them well if they their fockes would keepe : That he his face, his head, bis brest did beat, For they themselves were evill groomes, they sayd, And death itselfe unto himselfe did threat; Unwont with heards to watch, or pasture sheepe, Oft cursing th' Heavens, that so cruell were But to forray the land, or scoure the deepe. To her, whose name he often did repeat;

Thereto` they soone agreed, and eamest tooke And wishing oft, that he were present there (nere. To keepe their doekes for litle byre and chepe ; When she was slaine, or had bene to her succour For they for better hyre did shortly looke :

So there all day they bode, till light the sky forsooke. But after griefe awhile had had his course, And spent itselfe in mourning, he at last

Tho, whenas towards darksome night it drew, Began to mitigate his swelling sourse,

Unto their hellish dens those theeves them brought; And in his mind with better reason cast

Where shortly they in great acquaintance grew, How he might save her life, if life did last; And all the secrets of their entrayles sought: Or, if that dead, how he her death might wreake; There did they find, contrárie to their thought, Sith otherwise he could not mend thing past; That Pastorell yet livd; but all the rest Or, if it to revenge he were too weake, [breake. Were dead, right so as Coridon had taught: Then for to die with her, and his lives threed to Whereof they both full glad and blyth did rest,

But chiefly Calidore, whom griefe had most posseste Tho Coridon he prayd, sith he well knew The readie way unto that theevish wonne,

At length, when they occasion fittest found, To wend with him, and be bis conduct trew In dead of night, when all the theeves da rest Unto the place, to see what should be donne : After a late forray, and slept full sound, But he, whose hart through feare was late fordonne, Sir Calidore him arm'd, as he thought best ; Would pot for onght be drawne to former drede; Having of late by diligent inquest But by all meanes the daunger knowne did shonne: Provided him a sword of meanest sort; Yet Calidore so well him wrought with meed, With which he streight went to the captaines pest: And faire bespoke with words, that he at last agreed. But Coridon durst not with him consort,

Ne durst abide hehind for dread of worse effort. So forth they goe together (God before) Both clad in shepheards weeds agreeably, When to the cave they came, they found it fast: And both with shepheards hookes; but Calidore But Calidore with huge resistlesse might Had, underneath, him armed privily:

The dores assayled, and the locks npbrast: Tho, to the place when they approached nye, With noyse whereof the theefe awaking light They chaunst, upon an hill not farre away, Unto the entrance ran ; where the bold knight Some flockes of sheepe and shepheards to espy; Encountring him with small resistence slew: To whom they both agreed to take their way, The whiles faire Pastorell throngh great affright In hope there newes to learne, how they mote best was almost dead, misdoubting least of new assay.

Some uprore were like that which lately she did vew. There did they find, that which they did not feare, But whenas Calidore was comen in, The self-samé flocks the which those theeves had And gan aloud for Pastorell to call, From Melibee and from themselves whyleare; (reft Knowing his voice, althongh not heard long sin, And certaine of the theeves there by them left, She sudden was revived therewithall, The which, for want of heards, themselves then kept: And wondrous joy felt in her spirits thrall: Right well knew Coridon his owne late sheepe, Like him that being long in tempest tost, And, seeing them, for tender pittie wept : (keepe, Looking each houre into Deathes mouth to fall, But, when he saw the theeves which did them at length espyes at hand the happie cost, His hart gan fayle, albe he saw them all asleepe. On which he safety hopes that earst feard to be lost

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