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So boldly he him beares, and rasheth forth Her gracious words their rancour did appall,
And stablish terms betwixt both their requests,
She them besought, during their quiet treague, All for their ladies froward love to gaine,
Into her lodging to repaire a while, Which, gotten, was but bate. So Love does raine | To rest themselves, and grace to reconcile. In stoutest minds, and maketh monstrous waére; They soone consent: so forth with her they fare; He maketh warre, he maketh peace againe, Where they are well receivd, and made to spoile And yett his peace is but continual iarre:
Themselves of soiled armes, and to prepare (fare. O miserable men, that to him subiect arre! Their minds to pleasure, and their mouths to dainty Whilst thus they mingled were in furious armes, And those two froward sisters, their faire loves, The faire Medina with ber tresses torne
Came with them eke, all were they wondrous loth, And naked brest, in pitty of their harmes, And fained cheare, as for the time behoves ; Emongst them ran; and, falling them beforne, But could not colour yet so well the troth, Besought them by the womb which them had born, But that their natures bad appeard in both: And by the loves which were to them most deare, For both did at their second sister grutch And by the knighthood which they sure had sworn, And inly grieve, as doth an hidden moth Their deadly cruell discord to forbeare,
The inner garment frett, not th' utter touch;
Such entertainment base, ne ought would eat, As ever of their loves they would be glad :
Ne ought would speake, but evermore did seeme. Yet she with pitthy words, and counsell sad, As discontent for want of mertb or meat; Still strove their stubborne rages to revoke; No solace could her paramour intreat. That at the last, suppressing fury mad,
Her once to show, ne court, nor dalliaunce; They gan abstaine from dint of direfull stroke, But with bent lowring browes, as she would threat, And hearken to the sober speaches which she spoke; She scould, and frownd with froward countenaupce;
Unworthy of faire ladies comely governaunce. “ Ah! puissaunt lords, what cursed evill spright, Or fell Erinnys, in your noble harts
But young Perissa was of other mynd, Her hellish brond hath kindled with despight, Full of disport, still laughing, loosely light, And stird you up to worke your wilfull smarts? And quite contrary to her sisters kynd; Is this the joy of armes ? be these the parts No measure in her mood, no rule of right, Of glorious knighthood, after blood to thrust, But poured out in pleasure and delight: And not regard dew right and inst desarts ? In wine and meats she flowd above the banck, Vaine is the vaunt, and victory uniust, (trust. And in excesse exceeded her owne might; That more to mighty hands then rightfull cause doth In sumptuous tire she ioyd ber selfe to pranek,
But of her love too lavish: litle have she thanck! “ And were there rightfull cause of difference, Yet were not better fayre it to accord,
Fast by her side did sitt the bold Sansloy,. Then with blood-guiltinesse to heape offence, Fitt mate for such a mincing mineon, And mortal vengeaunce joyne to crime abhord ? Who in her loosenesse tooke exceeding ioy ; 0! Ay from wrath; fly, O my liefest lord ! Might not be found a francker franion, Sad be the sights, and bitter fruites of warre, Of her leawd parts to make companion. And thousand furies wait on wrathfull sword: But Huddibras, more like a malecontent, Ne ought the praise of prowesse more doth marre Did see and grieve at his bold fashion ; Then fowle revenging rage, and tase contentious Hardly could he endure his hardiment; jarre.
Yett still he satt, and inly did himselfe torment.
« But lovely concord, and most sacred peace, Betwixt them both the faire Medina sate
And of her plenty adde unto their need:
Thus fairely shee attempered her feast,
Night was far spent; and now in ocean deep And pleasd them all with inette satiety:
Orion, Aying fast from hissing Snake,
When of his pitteous tale he end did make: To tell from whence he came through ieopardy, Whilst with delight of that he wisely spake And whether now on new adventure bownd: Those guestes beguyled did beguyle their eyes Who with bold grace, and comely gravity, Of kindly sleepe, that did them overtake. Drawing to him the eies of all arownd,
At last, when they had markt the chaunged skyes, From lofty siege began these words aloud to sownd. They wist their houre was spent ; then each to rest
Vaine Braggadocchio, getting Guy-
ons horse, is made the scorne That over all the earth it may be seene;
Of knighthood trew; and is of fayre
Soone as the morrow fayre with purple beames
Disperst the shadowes of the misty night, In her the richnesse of all heavenly grace
And Titan, playing on the eastern streames, lo chiefe degree are heaped up on hye :
Gan cleare the deawy ayre with springing light; And all, that els this worlds enclosure bace
Sir Guyon, mindfull of his vow yplight, Hath great or glorious in mortall eye,
Uprose from drowsie couch, and him addrest Adores the person of her maiestye;
Unto the journey which he had behight: That men, beholding so great excellence
His poissant armes about his noble brest, And rare perfection in mortalitye,
And many-folded shield he bound about his wrest. Doe her adore with sacred reverence, As th' idole of her Makers great magnificence. Then, taking congè of that virgin pure,
The bloody-handed babe unto her truth “ To her l homage and my service owe,
Did earnestly committ, and her coniure
And that, so soone as ryper yeares be raught,
wrought. Resort, to heare of straunge adventures to be told.
So forth he far'd, as now befell, on foot, “ There this old palmer shewd himselfe that day, Sith his good steed is lately from him gone; And to that mighty princesse did complaine Patience perforce: helplesse what may it boot Of grievous mischiefes, which a wicked Fay To frett for anger, or for griefe to mone ? Had wrought, and many whelmd in deadly paine, His palmer now shall foot no more alone. Whereof he cravid redresse. My soveraine, So fortune wrought, at under greene woodes syde Whose glory is in gracious deeds, and ivyes He lately heard that dying lady grone, Throughout the world her mercy to maintaine, He left his steed without, and speare besyde, Eftsoones devisd redresse for such annoyes :
And rushed it on foot to ayd her ere she dyde. Me, all unfitt for so great purpose, she employes.
The whyles a losell wandring by the way,
His baser brest, but in his kestrell kynd
A pleasing vaine of glory he did fynd, Ne ever shall I rest in house nor hold,
To which his flowing toung and troublous spright Till I that false Aerasia have wonne;
Gave him great ayd, and made him more inclynd; Of whose fowle deedes, too hideous to bee told, He, that brave steed there finding ready dight, I witnesse am, and this their wretched sonne Purloynd both steed and speare, and ran away full Whose wofull parents she hath wickedly fordonne." light. “ Tell on, fayre sir," said she, “that dolefull tale, Now gan his hart all swell in iollity, From which sad ruth does seeme you to restraine, And of himselfe great hope and help conceir'd, That we may pitty such unhappie bale,
That puffed up with smoke of vanity, And learne from Pleasures poyson to abstaine : And with selfe-loved personage deceiv'd, III, by ensample, good doth often gayne."
He gan to hope of men to be receiv'd Then forward he his purpose gan pursew,
For such, as he him thought, or faine would bee : And told the story of the mortall payne,
But for in court gay portaunce he perceiv'd, Which Mordant and Amavia did rew;
And gallant shew to be in greatest gree, [groe. As, with lamenting eyes, himselfe did lately vew. Eftsoones to court he cast t advaunce his first des
And by the way be chaunced to espy.
Th’enchaunter greatly ioyed in the vaunt, One sitting ydle on, a supny banck,
And weened well ere long his will to win, To whom avaunting in great bravery,
And both his foen with equall foyle to daunt: As peacocke that his painted plumes doth pranck, Tho to him louting lowly did begin He smote his courser in the trembling fanck, To plaine of wronges, which bad comunitted bin And to him threatned bis hart-thrilling speare : By Guyon, and by that false Redcrosse knight; The seely man, seeing him rydé so ranck
Which two, through treason and deceiptfull gio, And ayme at him, fell flat to ground for feare, Had slayne sir Mordant and his lady bright: And crying, “ Mercy,” joud, bis pitious handes That mote him honour win, towreak so foule despight. gan reare.
Therewith all suddeinly be seemd enrag'd,
And threatned death with dreadfull countenaunce, Thereat the scarcrow wexed wondrous prowd, Through fortune of his first adventure fayre,
As if their lives had in his hand beene gag'd; And with big thundriog voice reryld him lowd;
And with stiffe force shaking his moriall launce, “ Vile caytive, vassall of dread and despayre;
To let him weet his doughtie valiaunce, l'n worthie of the coinmune breathed ayre,
Thus said; “Old man, great sure shal be thy meed, Why livest thou, dead dog, a lenger day,
Jf, where those knights for feare of dew vengeaúnce And doest not unto death thyselfe prepayre?
Doe lurke, thou certe nly to mee areed,
[deed." Dy, or thyselfe my captive yield for ay: [stay."
That I may wreake on them their hainous hateful Great favour 1 tlice graunt for aunswere thus to “ Certes, my lord,” said he, “ that shall I soone,
And give you eke good heipe to their decay. Holá, O deare lord, hold your dead-doing hand,” But mote I wisely you advise doon; Then loud he cryde, “ I ain your humble thrall.” | Give no ods to your foes, but doe purvay “Ah, wretch," quoth he, "thy destinies withstand Yourselfe of sword before that bloody day; My wrathfull will, and doc for mercy call. (For they be two the prowest knights on grownd, I give thee life: therefore prostrated fall,
And oft approv'd in many hard assay ;) And kisse my stirrup; that thy homage bec." And eke of surest steele, that may be found, The miser threw himselfe, as an offall,
Do arme yourselfe against that day, them to conStreight at his foot in base hurrilitce,
fownd.” And cleeped him his liege, to hold of him in fee.
“ Dotard,” saide he, “ let be thy deepe advise; So happy peace they made and faire accord.
Seemes that through many yeares thy wits thee faile, Eftsoones this liegeman gan to wexe more bold,
And that weake eld hath left thee nothing wisc, And, when he felt the folly of his lord,
Els never should thy judgement be so frayle In owne kind he gan bimselfe unfold:
To measure manhood by the sword or mayle. i'or he was wylie witted, and growne old
Is not enough fowre quarters of a man, In cunning sleightes and practick knavery.
Withouten sword or shield, an hoste to quayle? From that day forth he cast for to uphold
Thou litle wotest that this right-hand can: His ydle humour with fine flattery,
Speake they, which have beheld the battailes which And blow the bellowes to his swelling vanity.
The man was much abashed at his boast; Trompart, fitt man for Braggadocchio
Yet well he wist that whoso would contend To serve at court in view of vaunting eye;
With either of those knightes on even coast, Vaine-glorious man, when fluttring wind does blow Should neede of all his armes him to defend; In his light winges, is lifted up to skye;
Yet feared least his boldnesse should offend: The scorne of knighthood and trew chevalrye, When Braggadocchio saide; “ Once I did sweare, To thinke, without desert of gentle deed
When with one sword seven knightes I brought to end, And noble worth, to be advaunced hye;
Thenceforth in battaile never sword to beare, Such prayse is shame; but honour, vertues meed, But it were that which noblest knight on Earth doth Doth beare the fayrest flowre in honourable seed. So forth they pas, a well consorted payre,
“Perdy, sir Knight," saide then th'enchaunter blive, Till that at length with Archimage they meet :
“ That shall I shortly purchase to your bond: Who seeing one, that shone in armour fayre,
For now the best and noblest knight alive
Prince Arthur is, that wonnes in Faerie lond; On goodly courser thondring with his feet, Eftsoones supposed him a person meet
He hath a sword, that flames like burning brond: Of his revenge to make the instruinent :
The same, by my device, I undertake For since the Rede rosse knight he erst did weet
Shall by to morrow by thy side be fond." To been with Guyon knitt in one consent,
At which bold word that boaster gan to quake,
And wondred in his minde what mote that monster The ill, which earst to brin, he now to Guyon ment.
The northerne winde his wings did broad display But waiter sword to wreake bis enmitee.
At his commaund, and reared him up light “ He is a great adventurer," said he,
From off the earth to take his aeric flight. “ That hath his sword through hard assay forgone, They lookt about, but no where could espye And now hath vowd, till he avenged bee
Tract of his foot: then dead through great affright Of that despight, never to wearen none;
They both nigh were, and each bad other fiye: That speare is himn enough to doen a thousand grune." Both Ned attonce, ne ever backe retourued eye, '.
Till that they come unto a forrest greene, (feare; | Below her ham her weed did somewhat trayne,
And honour in their festivall resort ;
But with the woody nymphes when she did play, That seemd to be a woman of great worth, Or when the flying libbard she did chace, And by her stately portance borne of heavenly birth. She could them nimbly more, and after fy apace. Her face so faire, as fiesh it seemed not,
And in her hand a sharpe bore-speare she held, But hevenly pourtraict of bright angels hew, And at her backe a bow and quiver gay, Cleare as the skye, withouten blame or blot, Stuft with steel-headeil dartes wherewith she queld Through goodly mixture of complexions dew; The salvage beastes in her victorious play, And in her cheekes the vermeill red did shew Knit with a golden bauldricke which forelay Like roses in a bed of lillies shed,
Athwart her snowy brest, and did divide The which ambrosiall odours from them threw, ller daintie paps; which, like young fruit in May, And gazers sence with double pleasure fed, Now little gan to swell, and being tide Hable to heale the sicke and to revive the ded. Through her thin weed their places only signifde. In her faire eyes two liviug lamps did fame, Her yellow lockes, crisped like golden wyre, Kindled above at th' hevenly Makers light, About her shoulders weren loosely shed, And dasted fyrie beames out of the same,
And, when the winde emongst them did inspyre, So passing persant, and so wondrous bright, They waved like a penon wyde despred, That quite bereav'd the rash beholders sight : And low behinde her backe were scattered: In them the blinded god his lustfull fyre
And, whether art it were or heedlesse hap, To kindle oft assayd, but had no might;
As through the flouring forrest rash she Bled, Por, with dredd majestie and awfull yre, (syre. In her rude heares sweet flowres themselves did lap, She broke his wanton darts, and quenched bace de- And Aourisbing fresh leaves and blossomes did eil
wrap. Her yvorie forhead, full of bountie brave, Like a broad table did itselfe dispred,
Such as Dana by the sandy shore For Love his loftie triumphes to engrave,
Of swift Eurotas, or on Cynthus greene, And write the battailes of his great godhed : Where all the nymphes have her unwares forlore, All good and honour might therein be red;
Wandreth alone with bow and arrowes keene, For there their dwelling was. And, when she spake, To seeke her game: or as that famous queene Sweete wordes, like dropping honny, she did shed; Of Amazons, whom Pyrrhus did destroy, And twixt the perles and rubins softly brake The day that first of Priame she was seene, A sijversound, that heavenly musicke seemd to make. Did shew herselfe in great triumphant ioy,
To succour the weake state of sad afficted Troy. Upon her eyelids many Graces sate, Under the shadow of her even browes,
Such when as hartlesse Trompart her did vew, Working belgardes and amorous retrate;
He was dismayed in his coward minde, And everie one her with a grace endowes,
And doubted whether he himselfe should shew, And everie one with meekenesse to her bowes: Or fly away, or bide alone behinde; So glorious mirrhour of celestiall grace,
Both feare and hope he in her face did finde: And soveraine moniment of mortall vowes,
When she at last him spying thus bespake; (hynde, How shall frayie pen descrive her heavenly face, “ Hayle, groome; didst not thou see a bleeding, For feare, through want of skill, her beauty to dis- Whose right haunch earst my stedfast arrow strake? grace!
If thou didst, tell me, that I may her overtake." So faire, and thousand thousand times more faire, Wherewith reviv'd, this apswere forth he threw; She seemd, when she presented was to sight; “ O goddesse, (for such I thee take to bee) And was yclad, for heat of scorching aire,
For nether doth thy face terrestriall shew, All in a silken Camus lilly whight,
Nor voyce sound mortall; I avow to thee, Purtled upon with many a folded plight,
Such wounded beast, as that, I did not see, Which all above besprinckled was throughout Sith earst into this forrest wild I came. With golden aygulets, that glistred bright, But mote thy goodlyhed forgive it mee, Like twinckling starres; and all the skirt about To weete which of the gods I shall thce name, Was hemd with golden fringe.
That unto thee dew worship I may rightly frame."
To whom she thus-But ere her words ensend, “ lo woods, in waves, in warres, she wonts to dwell
Ne can the man, that moulds in ydle cell,
wide. “ O! stay thy hand; for yonder is no game For thy fiers arrowes, them to exercize;
“ In princes court" -The rest she would have But lue! my lord, my liege, whose warlike name,
sayd, Is far renownd thtough many bold emprize; But that the foolish man (fild with delight And now in shade he shrowded yonder lies.” Of her sweete words that all his sence dismayd, She staid: with that he crauld out of his nest, And with her wondrous beauty ravisht quight,) Forth creeping ou bis caitive hands and thies; Gan burne in filthy lust; 'and, leaping light, And standing stoutly up his lofty crest [rest. Thought in his bastard armes her to embrace. Did fiercely shake, and rowze as comming late from With that she, swarving backe, her iavelin bright
Against him bent, and fiercely did menáce:
So turned her about, and fled away apace.
Which when the pesaunt saw, amazd he stood, She her gay painted plumes disorderid;
And grieved at her flight; yet durst he not Seeing at last herselfe from daunger rid,
Pursew her steps through wild unknowen wood; Peeps forth, and soone renews her native pride; Besides he feard ber wrath, and threatened shott, She gins her feathers fowle disfigured
Whiles in the bush he lay, not yet forgott: Prowdly to prune, and sett on every side ; [hide. Ne card he greatly for her presence vayne, She shakes off shame, ne thinks how erst she did her But turning said to Trompart; “ What fowle blott
Is this to knight, that lady should agayne So when her goodly visage he beheld,
Depart to woods untoucht, and leave so proud disHe gan himselfe to vaunt: but, when he vewd
dayne!" Those deadly tooles which in her hand she held, Soone into other fitts he was transmewd,
“ Perdy,” said Trompart,“ lett her pas at will, Till she to him her gracious speach renewd;
Least by her presence daunger mote befall. “ All haile, sir Knight, and well may thee befall, For who can tell (and sure I feare it ill) As all the like, which honor have pursewd
But that shee is some powre celestiall? Through deeds of armes and prowesse martiall!
For, whiles she spake, her great words did appall All vertue merits praise, but such the most of all.
My feeble corage, and my heart oppresse,
That yet I quake and tremble over all." To whom he thus; “ O fairest under skie,
“ And I,” said Braggadocchio, “ thought no lesse, T'rew be thy words, and worthy of thy praise, When first I heard her horn sound with such ghastThat warlike feats doest highest glorifie.
linesse. Therein I have spent all my youthly daies, And many battailes fought and many fraies
“ For from my mothers wombe this grace I have Throughout the world, wherso they might be found, Me given by eternall destiny, Endevoring my dreaded name to raise
That earthly thing may not my corage brave Above the Moone, that Fame may it resound
Dismay with feare, or cause one foote to flye, In her eternall tromp with laurell girlond cround. But either hellish feends, or powres on hye:
Which wizs the cause, when earst that horne I “ But what art thou, O lady, which doest raunge
heard, In this wilde forest, where no pleasure is,
Weening it had beene thunder in the skye, And doest not it for ioyous court exchaunge,
I hid my selfe from it, as one affeard ; Emongst thine equall peres, where happy blis And all delight does raigne much more than this? But, when I other knew, my self I boldly reard. There thou maist love, and dearly loved be,
“ But now, for feare of worse that may betide, And swim in pleasure, which thou here doest mis;
Let us soone hence depart.” They soone agree: There maist thou best be seene, and best maist see:
So to his steed he gott, and gan to ride
He had not trayned bene in chevalree. “ Whoso in pompe of prowd estate," quoth she,
Which well that valiaunt courser did discerne; " Does swim, and bathes himselfe in courtly blis,
For he despisd to tread in dew degree, Does waste his daies in darke obscuritee,
But chaufd and fom'd with corage fiers and sterne, And in oblivion ever buried is:
And to be easd of that base burden still did erne. Where ease abownds, yt 's eath to doe amis: But who his limbs with labours, and his mynd Behaves with cares, cannot so easy mis. Abroad in armes, at home in studious kynd, Who seekes with painfull toile, shall Honor soonest