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Eftsoone she said, “ Ah! gentle trustie squyre; So now be Guyon guydes an úncouth way What comfort can I, wofull wretch, conceave! Through woods and mountaines, till they came Or why should ever I henceforth desyre
Into a pleasant dale that lowly lay To see faire Heavens face, and life not leave, Betwixt two hils, whose high beads, overplast, Sith that false traytous did my honour reave?” The valley did with coole shade overcast; “ False traytour certes," saide the Faerie knight, Through midst thereof a little river rold, " I read the man, that ever would deceave Ry which there sate a knight with helme unlaste, A gentie lady, or her wrong through might: Himselfe refreshing with the liquid cold, Death were too litle paine for such a fowle despight. After his travell long and labours manifold. “ But now, fayre lady, comfort to you make,
“ Lo! yonder he," cryde Archimage alowd, And read who bath ye wrought this shamefull
“ That wrought the shamefull fact which I did plight,
And now he doth himselfe in secret shrowd, (shew; That short revenge the man may overtake, To fly the vengeaunce for his outrage dew; Whereso he be, and soone upon him light.”
But vaine; for ye shall dearely do bim rew: “ Certes,” said she, “ I wote not how he hight,
(So God ye speed and send you good successe!) But under him a gray steede he did wield,
Wbich we far off will here abide to vew." Whose sides with dapled circles weren dight;
So they him left infam'd with wrathfulnesse, Upright he rode, and in his silver shield
That streight against that knight bis speare he did - He bore a bloodie crosse, that quartred all the field.”
addresse. “ Now by my head,” said Guyon, “much I mise, llis warlike armes about him gan embrace,
Who, seeing him from far so fierce to pricke, How that same knigat should doe so fowle amis,
And in the rest his ready speare did sticke ; Or ever gentle danizell so abuse:
Tho, whenas still he saw him towards pace, For may I boldly say, he surely is
He gan rencounter him in equall race. A right good kvight, and true of word yw's:
They bene ymett, both ready to affrap, I present was, and can it witnesse well,
When suddeinly that warriour gan abace When armes he swore, and streight dd enterpris
His threatned speare, as if some new mishap Th' adventure of the errant damozell;
Ilad him betide, or hidden danger did entrap; In which lie hath great glory wonne, as I heare tell.
And cryde, “Mercie, sir Knight! and mercie, lord, « Nathlesse he shortly shall againe be trgde, For mine offence and heedelesse hardiment, And fairely quit him of th' imputed blame ;
That had almost committed crime abbord, Els, be ye sure, he dearely shall abyde,
And with reprochfall shame mine honour shent, Or make you good amendment for the same:
Whiles cursed steele against that badge 1 bent, All wrougs have mendes, but no amerdes of shame. The sacred badge of my Redeemers death, Now therefore, lady, rise out of your paine,
Which on your shield is set for ornament!" And see the salving of your blotted name.”
But his fierce foe his steed could stay uneath, Full loth she seemd thereto, but yet d:d faine ;
Who, prickt with courage kene, did cruell battell
breath. Por she was inly glad ber purpose so to gaine.
But, when he heard him speake, streight way be Her purpose was not such as she did faine, His errour; and, himselfe inclyning, sayd ; [knew Ne yet her person such as it was seene;
“ Ah ! deare sir Guyon, well becommeth you, But under simple shew, and semblant plaine, But me behoveth rather to upbrayd, Larkt false Duessa secretly upseene,
Whose hastie hand so far from reason strayd, As a chaste virgin that had wronged beene; That almost it did haynous violence So had false Archimago her disguysd,
On that fayre ymage of that heavenly mayd, To cloke her guile with sorrow and sad teene; That decks and armes yonr shield with faire defence: And eke himselfe had craftily devisd
Your court'sie takes on you anothers dew offence." To be her squire, and do her service well aguisd.
Sa beene they both atone, and doen upreare Her, late forlorne and naked, he had found
Their bevers bright each other for to greet; Where she did wander in waste wildernesse,
Goodly comportaunce each to other beare, Lurking in rockes and caves far under ground,
And entertaine themselves with court'sjes meet. And with greene mosse cov'ring her nakednesse
Then said the Redcrosse knight, "Now motel weet, To hide ber shame and loathly filthinesse,
Sir Guyon, why with so fierce saliaunce, Sith her prince Arthur of proud ornaments
And fell intent, ye did at earst me meet ;
For, sith I know your goodiy gouvernaunce,
Great cause, I weene, you guided, or some úncoath
chaunce." Did thus revest, and deckt with dew habiliments.
“ Certes," said he, “ well mote I shame to tell For all he did was to deceive good knights, The fond encheason that me hether led. And draw them from parsnit of praise and fame A false infámons faitour late befell To slug in slouth and sensuall delights,
Me for to meet, that seemed ill bested, And end their daies with irrenowned shame. Apd playnd of grievous outrage, which he red And now exceeding griefe him overcame,
A knight bad wrought against a lady gent; To see the Rederosse thus advaunced hye; Which to arenge, he to this place me led, Therefore this craftie engine be did frame, Where yon he made the marke of his intent, Against his praise to stirre up enmitye
And now is ded: foule shame him follow wher he Of such, as vertues like mote unto him allye.
went !" VOL II.
So can he turne his earnest unto game,
With that a deadly shrieke she forth did throw Through goodly bandling and wise temperaunce. That through the wood re-echoed againe ; By this his aged guide in presence came;
And after gave a grone so deepe and low Who, soone as on that knight his eye did glaunce, That seemd her tender hart was rent in twaine, Eftsoones of him bad perfect cognizaunce, Or thrild with point of thorough-piercing paine : Sith him in Faery court be late avizd: (chaunce, As gentle hynd, whose sides with cruell steele And said ; “ Fayre sonne, God give you happy Through launched, forth her bleeding life does raine, And that deare crosse uppon your shield devizd, Whiles the sad pang approching shee does feele, Wherewith above all knights ye goodly seeme aguizd! Braies out her latest breath, and up her eies doth
seele. “ Joy may you have, and everlasting fame, Of late most hard atchiev'ment by you donne, Which when that warriour heard, dismounting straict For which enrolled is your glorious naine
From his tall steed, he rusht into the thick, In heavenly regesters above the Sunne,
And soone arrived where that sad pourtraict Where you a saint with saints your seat have wonne! Of death and dolour lay, halfe dead, halfe quick; But wretched we, where ye have left your marke, In whose white alabaster brest did stick Must now anew begin like race to ronne.
A cruell kvife that made a griesly wownd, God guide thee, Guyon, well to end thy warke, From which forth gusht a stream of goreblood thick, And to the wished haven bring thy weary barke !” That all her goodly garments staind arownd,
And into a deepe sanguine dide the grassy grownd. “ Palmer,” him answered the Redcrosse knight, “ His be the praise, that this atchiev'ment wrought, Pitifull spectacle of deadly smart, Who made my hand the organ of his might! Beside a bubling fountaine low she lay, More then goodwill to me attribute nought; Which shee increased with her bleeding hart, For all I did, I did but as I ought.
And the cleane waves with purple gore did ray:
Pitifull spectacle, as ever eie did vew!
The dead corse of an armed knight was spred, With his blacke palmer, that him guided still : Whose armour all with blood besprincled was; Still he him guided over dale and hill,
His ruddy lips did smyle, and rosy red And with his steedy staffe did point bis way; Did paint his chearefull cheekes, yett being ded; His race with reason, and with words his will, Seemd to have beene a goodly personage, From fowle intempéraunce he ofte did stay, Now in his freshest flowre of lustyhed, And suffred not in wrath his hasty steps to stray. Fitt to inflame faire lady with loves rage,
But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of his age. In this faire wize they traveild long yfere, Through many hard assayes which did betide; Whom when the good sir Guyon did behold, Of which he honour still away did beare,
His hart gan wexe as starke as marble stone, And spred his glory through all countryes wide. And his fresh blood did frieze with fearefull cold, At last, as chaunst them by a forest side
That all his sences seemd berefte attone: To passe, for succour from the scorching ray, At last his mighty ghost gan deepe to grone, They heard a ruefull voice, that dearnly cride As lion, grudging in his great disdaine, With percing shriekes and many a dolefull lay; Mournes inwardly, and makes to himselfe mone; Which to attend, awhile their forward steps they stay. Til ruth and fraile affection did constraine (paine.
His stout courage to stoupe, and shew his inward “ But if that carelesse Hevens," quoth she, “ deThe doome of just revenge, and take delight (spise Out of her gored wound the cruell steel To see sad pageaunts of mens miseries,
He lightly snatcht, and did the foodgate stop As bownd by them to live in lives despight; With bis faire garment: then gan softly feel Yet can they not ware Death from wretched wight. Her feeble pulse, to prove if any drop Come, then; come soone; come, sweetest Death, to Of living blood yet in her veynes did hop : And take away this long lent loathed light: (me, which when he felt to move, he hoped faire Sbarpe be thy wounds, but sweete the medicines be, To call backe life to her forsaken shop: That long captived soules from weary thraldome So well he did her deadly wounds repaire, free.
That at the last shee gan to breath out living aire. " But thou, sweete babe, whom frowning froward which he perceiving, greatly gan reioice, Hath made sad witnesse of thy fathers fall, (fate And goodly counsell, that for wounded hart Sith Heven thee deignes to hold in living state, Is meetest med'cine, tempred with sweete voice; Long maist thou live, and better thrive withall “ Ay me! deare lady, which the ymage art Then to thy lucklesse parents did befall !
Of ruefull pitty and impatient smart, Live thou! and to thy mother dead attest, What direfull cbaunce armd with avenging fate, That cleare she dide from blemish criminall: Or cursed hand, hath plaid this cruell part, Thy litle hands embrewd in bleeding brest
Thus fowle to hasten your untiinely date? [late." Loe! I for pledges leave! So give me leave to rest !" Speake, O dear lady, speake; help never comes too
Therewith her dim eie-lids she up gan reare, Her blis is all in pleasure, and delight,
Wherewith she makes her lovers dronken mad; As lump of lead, and marle darke clouds appeare: And then with wordes, and weedes, of wondroue But when as him, all in bright armour clad, On them she workes her will to uses bad : [might, Before her standing she espied had,
My liefest lord she thus beguiled had; As one out of a deadly dreame affright,
For he was flesh: (all flesh doth frayltie breed !) She weakely started, yet she nothing drad:
Whom when I heard to beene so ill bestad, Streight downe againe herselfe in great despight (Weake wretch) I wrapt myselfe in palmers weed She groveling threw to ground, as hating life and And cast to seek him forth throagh danger and great light.
“ Now had fayre Cynthia by even tournes The gentle knight her soone with carefull paine
Full measured three quarters of her yeare, Uplifted light, and softly did uphold:
And thrice three tymes had fild her crooked hornes, Thrise he her reand, and thrise she sunck againe,
Whenas my wombe ber burdein would forbeare, Till he his armes about her sides gan fold,
And bad me call Lucina to me neare. And to her said ; “ Yet, if the stony cold
Lucina caʼme: a manchild forth I brought: [weare: Have not all seized on your frozen hart, Let one word fall that may your grief unfold,
The woods, the nymphes, my bowres, my midwives,
Hard help at need! so deare thee, babe, I bought; And tell the secrete of your mortall smart: (part." | Yet nought too dear 1 deemd, while so my deare Î He oft finds præsent helpe, who does his griefe im
sought. Then, casting up a deadly looke, full low
“ Him so I sought; ard so at last I fownd, She sight from bottorne of her wounded brest; Where him that witch had thralled to her will, And, after many bitter throbs did throw,
In chaines of lust and lewde desyres ybownd,
I him recured to a better will,
“ Which when the vile enchaunteresse perceiv’d, In hinder soule from her desired rest, Or hold sad life in long captivitee:
With cup thus charmd him parting she deceivd; For, all I seeke, is but to have redrest
'Sad verse, give death to him that death does givé, The bitter pangs that doth your heart infest.
And losse of love to her that loves to live, Tell then, O lady, tell what fatall priefe
So soone as Bacchus with the nymphe does lincke!' Hath with so huge misfortune you opprest;
So parted we, and on our iourney drive; That I may cast to compas your reliefe,
Till, coming to this well, he stoupt to drincke: Or die with you in sorrow, and partake your griefe," The charme fulfild, dead suddeinly he downe did
sincke. With feeble hands then stretched forth on hye, “ Which when I, wretch”—Not one word more she As Heren accusing guilty of her death,
But breaking off the end for want of breath, (sayd, And with dry drops congealed in her eye,
And slyding soft, as downe to sleepe her layd,
From teares abstayne ; for griefe bis hart did grate,
Then, turning to his palmer, said ; “ Old syre,
When raging Passion with fierce tyranny
Robs Reason of her dew regalitie, One day, when him bigh corage did emmove, And makes it servannt to her basest part; (As wont ye knightes to seeke adventures wilde) The strong it weakens with infirmitie, He pricked forth his puissaunt force to prove, And with bold furie armes the weakest hart: Me then be left enwombed of this childe, [fi!d. The strong through pleasuresoonest falles, the weake This luckles childe, whom thus ye see with blood de
through smart.” “ Him fortuned (hard fortune ye may ghesse !) “ But Temperaunce,” said he, “with golden squire To come, where vile Acrasia does woune;
Betwixt them both can measure out a meane; Acrasia, a false enchaunteresse,
Nether to melt in pleasures whott desyre, That many errant knightes have fowle fordonne; Nor frye in hartlesse griefe and dolefuil tene: Within a wandring island, that doth ronne
Thrise happy man, who fares them both atwcene ! And stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is : But sith this wretched woman overcome Fayre sir, if ever there ye travell, shonne
Of anguish, rather then of crime, hạth bene, The cursed land where many wend amis,
Reserve her cause to her eternall doome; And know it by the name; it hight the Bowre of Blis. And, in the meane, vouchsafe her honorable toombe.”
Palmer," quoth he, “ death is an equall doome | He wist not whether blott of fowle offence To good and bad, the common in of rest;
Might not be purgd with water nor with bath; But after death the tryall is to come,
Or that high God, in lieu of innocence,
Or that the charine and veneme, wbich they dronck,
sionck. So both agree their bodies to engrave: The great earthes wombe they open to the sky, Whom thus at gaze the palmer gan to bord And with sad cypresse seemely it embrave; With goodly reason, and thus fayre bespake; Then, covering with a clod their closed eye, “ Ye bene right hard amated, gratious lord, They lay therein their corses tenderly,
And of your ignorance great merveill make, And bid them sleepe in everlasting peace.
Whiles cause uot well conceived ye mistake. But, ere they did their utmost obsequy,
But know, that secret vertues are infusd Sir Guyon more affection to increace, [leace. In every fountaine, and in everie lake, Bynempt a sacred vow, which' none should ay re- Which, who hath skill them rightly to have chusi,
To proofe of passing wonders hath full often usd : The dead knights sword out of his sheath he drew, With which he cutt a lock of all their heare, “ Of those, some were so from their sourse indewd Which medling with their blood and earth he threw By great dame Nature, from whose fruitfull pap Into the grave, and gan devoutly sweare;
Their welbeads spring, and are with moisture deand; “ Such and such evil God on Guyon reare,
Which feeds each living plant with liquid sap, And worse and worse, young orphane, be thy payne,
And filles with fowres fayre Floraes painted lap: If I, or thou, dew vengeaunce doe forbeare, But other some, by guifte of later grace, Till guiltie blood her guerdon doe obtayue!"-- Or by good prayers, or by other hap, So, shedding many teares, they closd the earth Had vertue pourd into their waters bace, agayne.
And thenceforth were repowmd, and sought from
place to place.
Which to her nymph befell. Upon a day,
As she the woodes with bow and shaftes did raunge,
The hartlesse hynd and roebucke to dismay,
Dan Faunus chaunst to meet her by the way,
And, kindling fire at her faire-burning eye,
Inflamed was to follow beauties chace,
And chaced her, that fast from him did fly;
As hynd from her, so she fled from her enimy. Had with dew rites and dolorous lament
“ At last, when fayling breath began to faint, The end of their sad tragedie uptyde,
And saw no meanes to scape; of shame affrayd, 'The litle babe up in his armes he hent;
She set her downe to weepe for sore constraint; Wbo with sweet pleasa unce, and bold blandishment, And, to Diana calling lowd for ayde, Gan smyle on them, that rather ought to weepe, Her deare besought to let her die a mayd. As carelesse of his woe, or innocent
The goddesse heard; and suddeine, where she sate Of that was doen; that ruth emperced deepe
Welling out streames of teares, and quite dismayd In that knightes bart, and wordes with bitter teares
With stony feare of that rude rustick mate, did steepe:
Transformd her to a stone from stedfast virgins state. " Ah ! lucklesse babe, borne under cruell starre, “Lo! now she is that stone; from whose two heads, And in dead parents balefull ashes bred,
As from two weeping eyes, fresh streames do flow, Full little weenest thou what sorrowes are
Yet colde through feare and old conceived dreads; Left tbee for porcion of thy livelyhed;
And yet the stone her semblance seemes to show, Poore orphane! in the wide world scattered, Shapt like a maide, that such ye may her know ; As budding braunch rent from the native tree, And yet her vertues in her water byde: And throwen forth, till it be withered!
For it is chaste and pure as purest snow, Such is the state of men ! thus enter we
Ne lets her waves with any filth be dyde; loto this life with woe, and end with miseree !"
But ever, like herselfe, unstayned hath beene tryde. Then, soft bimselfe inclyning on his knee
“ From thence it comes, that this babes bloody Downe to that well, did in the water ueene May not be clensd with water of this well: [haną (So love does loath disdainefull nicitee)
Ne certes, sir, strive you it to withstand, His guiltie handes from bloody gorc to clecne: But let them still be bloody, as befell, He wa ht them oft and oft, yet nought they beene That they his mothers innocence may tell, For all his washing cleaner: still be strore; As she bequeathd in her last testament; Yet still the litle hands were bloody seene: That, as a sacred symbole, it may dwell The which him into great amaz'ment drove, In her sonnes ilesh, to mind revengëment, And into diverse doubt his wavering wonder clove. And be for all chaste dames an endlesse moniment:
He hearkned to his reason; and the childe But he, that lov'd the youngest, was Sansloy;
He, that faire Uva late fowle outraged,
Through strong opinion of his matchlesse might;
By tortious wrong, or whom bereav'd of right; He is convaide; but how, or where, here fits not tell. He, now this ladies champion, chose for love to fight. Which when sir Guyon saw, all were he wroth, These two gay knights, vowd to so diverse loves, Yet algates mote he soft himselfe appease,
Each other does envy with deadly hate, And fairely fare on foot, however loth:
And daily warre against his foeman moves, His double burden did him sore disease.
Io hope to win more favour with his mate, So, long they traveiled with litle ease,
And th' others pleasing service to abate, Till that at last they to a castle came,
To magnifie his owne. But when they heard Built on a rocke adioyning to the seas:
How in that place straunge knight arrived late, It was an auncient worke of antique fame, Both knights and ladies forth right angry far'd, And wondrous strong by nature and by skilfull frame. And fercely unto battell sterne themselves prepar'd. Therein three sisters dwelt of sundry sort,
But, ere they could proceede unto the place The children of one syre by mothers three;
Where he abode, themselves at discord fell, Who, dying whylome, did divide this fort
And cruell combat joyned in middle space : To them by equall shares in equall fee:
With horrible assault, and fury fell, But stryfull mind and diverse qualitee
They heapt huge strokes the scorned life to quell, Drew them in partes, and each made others foe: That all on uprore from her settled seat Still did they strive and daily disagree;
The house was raysd, and all that in did dwell; The eldest did against the youngest goe,
Seemd that lowde thunder with amazement great And both against the middest meant to worken woe. Did rend the ratling skies with flames of fouldring
heat. Where when the knight arriv'd, he was right well Receiv'd, as knight of so much worth became,
The noyse thereof cald forth that straunger knight, Of second sister, who did far excell
To weet what dreadfull thing was there in hond ; The other two; Medina was her name,
Where wbenas two brave knightes in bloody fight A sober, sad, and comely courteous dame:
With deadly rancour he enraunged fond, Who rich arayd, and yet in modest guize,
His sunbroad shield about his wrest he bond, In goodly garments that her well became,
And shyning blade unsheathd, with which he ran Fayre marching forth in honorable wize,
Unto that stead, their strife to understond; Him at the threshold mett and well did enterprize. And, at his first arrivall, them began
With goodly meanes to pacifie, well as he can. She led bim up into a goodly bowre,
But they, him spying, both with greedy forse And comely courted with meet modestie;
Attonce upon him ran, and him beset Ne in her speach, ne in her haviour,
With strokes of mortall steele withont remorse, Was lightnessé seene or looser vanite,
And on his shield like yron sledges bet. But gratious womanhood, and gravitie,
As when a beare and tygre, being met Above the reason of her youthly yeares:
In cruell fight on Lybicke ocean wide, Her golden lockes she roundly did uptye
Espye a traveiler with feet surbet, In breaded transels, that no looser heares
Whom they in eqnall pray hope to divide, Did out of order stray about her daintie eares.
They stint their strife, and him assayleon everie side. Whilest she her selfe thus busily did frame But he, not like a weary traveilere, Seemely to entertaine ber new-come guest, Their sharp assault right boldly did rebut, Newes hereof to her other sisters came,
And suffred not their blowes to byte him nere, Who all this while were at their wanton rest, But with redoubled buflos them backe did put : Accourting each her frend with lavish fest: Whose grieved mindes, which choler did englut, 'They were two knights of perelesse puissauuce, Against themselves turning their wrathfull spight, And famous far abroad for warlike gest,
Gan with new rage their shieldes to hew and cut. Which to these ladies love did countenaunce, But still, when Guyon came to part their fight, And to his mistresse each himselfe strove to ad- With heavie loai on him they freshly gau to smight.
As a tall ship tossed in troublous seas, He, that made love unto the eldest dame,
Whom raging windes, threatning to make the pray Was hight sir Huddibras, an hardy man;
Of the rough rockes, doe diversly disease, Yet not so good of deedes as great of name,
Meetes two contrárie billowes by the way, Which he by many rash adventures wan,
That her on either side doe sore assay, Since errant armes to sew he first began.
And boast to swallow her in greedy, grave; (way, More huge in strength then wise in workes he was, Shee, scorning both their spights, does make wide And reason with foole-hardize over-ran;
And, with her brest breaking the fomy wave, Sterne melancholy did his courage pas;
Does ride on both their backs, and taire herself And was, for terrour more, all armd in shyning bras. doth save: