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Beside his head there satt a faire young man, Whom when Pyrochles saw, inflam'd with rage Of wondrous beanty and of freshest yeares, That sire he fowl bespake; “Thou dotard vile, Whose tender bud to blossome new began,

That with thy brutenesse shendst thy comely age, And florish faire above his equall peares :

Abandon soone, I read, the caytive spoile His snowy front, curled with golden heares, Of that same outcast carcas, that erewhile Like Phoebus face adornd with sunny rayes,

Made itselfe famous through false trechery, Divinely shone; and two sharpe winged sheares, And crownd his coward crest with knightly stile; Decked with diverse plumes, like painted jayes, Loe! where he now inglorious doth lye, Were fixed at his backe to cut his ayery wayes. To proove he lived il, that did thus fowiy dye." Like as Cupido on Idæan hill,

To whom the palmer fearelesse answered; When having laid his cruell bow away

“ Certes, sir Knight, ye bene too much to blame, And mortall arrowes, wherewith he doth fill

Thus for to blott the honor of the dead,

And with fowle cowardize his carcas shame
The world with murdrous spoiles and bloody pray, Whose living handes immortalizd his name.
With his faire mother he him dights to play,
And with his goodly sisters, Graces three;

Vile is the vengeaunce on the ashes cold;
The goddesse, pleased with his wanton play,

And envy base to barke at sleeping fame: Suffers herselfe through sleepe beguild to bee,

Was never wight that treason of him told: The whiles the other ladies mind theyr mery glee.

Yourselfe his prowesse prov'd, and found him fiers

and bold.” Whom when the palmer saw, abasht he was Then sayd Cymochles; “ Palmer, thou doest dote, Through fear and wonder, that he nought could say, Ne canst of prowesse ne of knighthood deeme, Till bim the childe bespoke; “ Long lackt, alas, Save as thou seest or hearst: but well I wote, Hath bene thy faithfull aide in hard assay ! That of his puissaunce tryall made extreeme : Whiles deadly fitt thy pupill doth dismay,

Yet gold all is not that doth golden seeme; Behold this heavy sight, thou reverend sire! Neal good knights that shake well speare and shield: But dread of death and dolor doe away ;

The worth of all men by their end esteeme; For life ere long shall to her home retire,

And then dew praise or dew reproch them yield: And he, that breathlesse seems, shal corage bold re- Bad therefore I him deeme that thus lies dead on spire.

field.”

“ Good or bad," gan his brother fiers reply, “ The charge, which God doth unto me arrett,

" What do I recke, sith that he dide entire ? Of his deare safety, I to thee commend;

Or what doth his bad death now satisfy Yet will I not forgoe, ne yet forgett

The greedy hunger of revenging yre, The care thereof myselfe unto the end,

Sith wrathfull hand wrought not her owne desire? But evermore him succour, and defend

Yet, since no way is lefte to wreake my spight, Against his foe and mine: watch thou, I pray ;

I will him reave of armes, the victors hire, For evill is at hand him to offend.”

And of that shield, more worthy of good knight; So having said, eftsoones he gan display

For why should a dead dog be deckt in armour His painted nimble wings, and vanisht quite away.

bright ?” The palmer seeing his lefle empty place,

“ Fayr sir,” said then the palmer suppliaunt, And his slow eies beguiled of their sight,

“ For knighthoods love doe not so fowle a deed, Woxe sore afraid, and standing still a space Ne blame your honor with so shamefull vaunt Gaz'd after him, as fowle escapt by flight: Of vile revenge: to spoile the dead of weed At last, him turning to his charge bebight,

Is sacrilege, aud doth all sinnes exceed: With trembling band his troubled pulse gan try ;

But leave these relicks of his living might Where finding life not yet dislodged quight, To decke his herce, and trap his tomb-blacke steed." He much reioyst, and courd it tenderly,

What herce or steed," said he, “ should he have As chicken newly hatcht, from dreaded destiny.

dight,

But be entombed in the raven or the kight ?" At last he spide where towards him did pace

With that, rude hand upon his shield he laid, Two Paynim knights al armd as bright as skie,

And th' other brother gan his belme unlace; And them beside an aged sire did trace, And far before a light-foote page did fie

Both fiercely bent to have him disaraid:

Till that they spyde where towards them did pace That breathed strife and troublous enmitie.

An armed knight, of bold and bounteous grace, Those were the two sonnes of Acrates old, Who, meeting earst with Archimago slie

Whose squire bore after him an heben launce

And coverd shield: well kend him so far space Foreby that Idle strond, of him were told [bold. That he, which earst them combatted, was Guyon When under him

he saw his Lybian steed to praunce;

Th’enchaunter by his armes and amenaunce, Which to avenge on him they dearly vowd, And to those brethren sayd; “ Rise, rise bylive, Whereever that on ground they mote him find: And unto batteil doe yourselves addresse; False Archimage provokt their corage prowd, For yonder comes the prowest knight alive, And stryful Atin in their stubborne mind

Prince Arthur, flowre of grace and nobilesse, Coles of contention and whot vengeaunce tind. That hath to Paynim knights wrought gret distresse, Now bene they come whereas the palmer sate, And thousand Sarzins fowly donne to dye." Keeping that slombred corse to him assind: That word so deepe did in their harts impresse, Well knew they both his person, sith of late That both eftsoones upstarted furiously, With him in bloody armes they rashly did debate. And gan themselves prepare to batteill greedily.

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But fiers Pyrochles, lacking his owne sword, “ Palmer,” said he, "no knight so rude, I weene,
The want thereof now greatly gan to plaine, As to doen outrage to a sleeping ghost:
And Archimage besought, him that afford

Ne was there ever noble corage seene,
Which he had brought for Bragadocchio vaine. That in advauntage would his puissannce bost :
“So would I,” said th’enchaunter, “glad and faine Honour is least, where oddes appeareth most.
Beteeme to you this sword, you to defend, May bee, that better reason will aswage
Or ought that els your honour might maintaine"; The rash revengers heat. Words, well dispost,
But that this weapons powre I well have kend Have secrete powre t appease inflamed rage:
To be contrary to the worke which ye intend: If not, leave unto me thy knights last patronage."
“ For that same knights owne sword thisis, of yore Tho, turning to those brethren, thus bespoke;
Which Merlin made by his almightie art

“ Ye warlike payre, whose valorous great might, For that his noursling, when he knighthood swore,

It seemes, iust wronges to vengeaunce doe provoke, Therewith to doen his foes eternall smart.

To wrcake your wrath on this dead-seemning knight, The metall first he mixt with medæwart,

Mote ought allay the storme of your despight, That no enchauntment from his dint might save;

And settle patience in so furious heat Then it in flames of Aetna wrought apart,

Not to debate the chalenge of your right, And seven times dipped in the bitter wave

But for his carkas pardon I eutreat, Of bellish Styx, which hidden vertue to it gave.

Whom fortune hath already laid in lowest seat."

To whom Cymochles said; “ For what art thou, “ The vertue is, that nether steele nor stone

That mak’st thyselfe his dayes-man, to prolong The stroke thereof from entraunce may defend;

The vengeaunce prest? or who shall let me now Ne ever may be used by his fone;

On this vile body from to wreak my wrong, Ne forst bis rightful owner to offend;

And make his carkas as the outcast dong ? Ne ever will it breake, ne ever bend;

Why should not that dead carrion satisfye Wherefore Morddure it rightfully is hight.

The guilt, which, if he lived had thus long, In vaine therefore, Pyrochles, should I lend

His life for dew revenge should deare abye? The same to thee, against his lord to fight;

The trespass still doth live, albee the person dye.” Forsure yt would deceive thy labourand thy might.”

“ Indeed,” then said the prince," the evill donne “ Foolish old man," said then the Pagan, wroth, Dyes not, when breath the body first doth leave; “ That weenest words or charms may force with- But from the grandsyre to the nephewes sonne stond :

And all his seede the curse doth often cleave, Soone shalt thou see, and then beleeve for troth, Till vengeaunce utterly the guilt bereave : That I can carve with this inchaunted brond So streightly God doth judge. But gentle knight, His lords owne flesh.” Therewith out of his hond That doth against the dead his hand upreare, That vertuous steele he rudely snatcht away; His honour staines with rancour and despight, And Guoyns shield about his wrest he bond: And great disparagment makes to his former might." So ready dight, fierce battaile to assay, And match his brother proud in battailous aray.

Pyrochles gan reply the second tyme,

And io him said ; “Now, felon, sure I read, By this, that straunger knight in presence came,

How that thou art partaker of his cryme: And goodly salved them ; who nought againe

Therefore by Termagaunt thou shalt be dead." Him answered, as courtesie became;

With that, his hand, more sad than lomp of lead, But with sterne lookes, and stomachous disdaine,

Uplifting high, he weened with Morddure, Gave signes of grudge and discontentment vaine:

His owne good sword Morddure, to cleave his head. Then, turning to the palmer, he gan spy

The faithfull steele such treason no’uld endure, Where at his feet, with sorrowfull demayne

But, swarving from the marke, his lordes life did And deadly hew an armed corse did lye, lo whose dead face he redd great magnanimity. Yet was the force so furious and so fell,

That horse and man it made to reele asyde: Sayd he then to the palmer; “ Reverend syre,

Nath'lesse the prince wonld not forsake his sell, What great misfortune hath betidd this knight?

(For well of yore he learned had to ryde) Or did his life her fata]l date expyre,

But full of anger fiersly to him cryde; Or did he fall by treason, or by fight?

“ False traitour, miscreaunt, thou broken hast However, sure I rew his pitteous plight.”.

The law of armes, to strike foe undefide: “ Not one, por other,” sayd the palmer grave, But thou thy treasons fruit, I hope, shalt taste “ Hath bim befalne ; but cloudes of deadly night Right sowre, and feele the law, the which thou hast Awhile his heavy eylids cover'd have,

defast.” And all his sences drowned in deep sencelesse wave:

With that his balefull speare he fiercely bent " Which those his cruell foes, that stand hereby, Against the Pagans brest, and therewith thought Making advantage, to revenge their spight, His cursed life out of her lodg have rent: Would him disarme and treaten shamefully; But, ere the point arrived where it ought, Unworthie usage of redoubted knight!

That seven-fold shield which he from Guyon brought, But you, faire sir, whose honourable sight

He cast between to ward the bitter stownd: Doth promise hope of helpe and timely grace, Through all those foldes the steelehead passage Mote I beseech to succour his sad plight,

wrought, And by your powre protect his feeble cace? [face.” And through his shoulder perst; wherewith to ground First prayse of knighthood is, fowle outrage to de- He groveling fell, all gored in his gushing wound.

assure.

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Which when his brother saw, fraught with great | Whom when the palmer saw in such distresse,
And wrath, he to him leaped furiously, [griefe Sir Guyons sword he lightly to him raught,
And fowly saide; “ By Mahoune, cursed thiefe, And said; “ Fayre sonne, great God thy right hand
That direfull stroke thou dearely shalt aby.” To use that sword so well as he it ought!" (blesse,
Then, hurling up bis harmefull blade on by, Glad wasthe knight, and with fresh courage fraught,
Smote him so hugely on his haughtie crest, When as againe he armed felt bis hond:
That from bis saddle forced him to fly:

Then like a lyon, which had long time saught
Els mote it needes downe to his manly brest His robbed whelpes, and at the last them fond
Have cleft his head in twaine, and life thence dis- Emongst the shepheard swaynes, then wexeth wood
possest.

and yond:
Now was the prince in daungerous distresse, So fierce he laid about him, and dealt blowes
Wanting his sword, when he on foot should fight: On either side, that neither mayle could hold,
His single speare could doe him small redresse Ne shield defend the thunder of his throwes:
Against two foes of so exceeding might,

Now to Pyrochles many strokes he told;
The least of which was match for any knight. Eft to Cymochles twise so many fold;
And now the other, whom he earst did daunt, Then, backe againe turning his busie hond,
Had reard himselfe againe to cruel fight

Them both attonce compeld with courage bold Three times more furious and more puissa unt, To yield wide way to his bart-thrilling brond ; Unmiwdfull of his wound, of his fate ignoraunt. And though they both stood stiffe, yet could not

both withstond. So both attonce him charge on either syde With hideous strokes and importable powre,

As salvage bull, whom two fierce mastives bayt, That forced him his ground to traverse wyde,

When rancour doth with rage him once engore, And wisely watch to ward that deadly stowre: Forgets with wary warde them to awayt, For on his shield, as thicke as stormie showre,

But with his dreadfull bornes them drives afore, Their strokes did raine; yet did he never quaile,

Or flings aloft, or treades downe in the fore, Ne backward shrinke; but as a stedfast towre, Breathing out wrath, and bellowing disdaine, Whom foe with double battry doth assaile,

That all the forest quakes to hear him rore: Them on her bulwarke beares, and bids them nought | So rag'd prince Arthur twixt his foemen twaine, availe.

That neither could his mightie puissaunce sustaine. So stoutly he withstood their strong assay; But ever at Pyrochles when he smitt, Till that at last, when he advantage spyde, (Who Guyons shield cast ever him before, His poynant speare he thrust with puissant sway Whereon the Faery queenes pourtract was writt,) At proud Cymochles, whiles his shield was wyde, His hand relented and the stroke forbore, That through his thigh the mortall steeledid gryde: And his deare hart the picture gan adore; He, swarving with the force, within his flesh Which oft the Paynim sav'd from deadly stowre: Did breake the launce, and let the head abyde: But him benceforth the same can save no more ; Out of the wound the red blood flowed fresh, For now arrived is his fatall howre, That underneath his feet soone made a purple plesh. That no’te avoyded be by earthly skill or powre. Horribly then he gan to rage and rayle,

For when Cymochles saw the fowle reproch, Cursing his gods, and himselfe damning deepe: Which them appeached; prickt with guiltie shame Als when his brother saw the red blood rayle And inward griefe, he fiercely gan approch, Adowne so fast, and all his arınour steepe,

Resolv'd to put away that loathly blame, For very felnesse lowd be gan to weepe,

Or dye with honour and desert of fame; And said ; " Caytive, curse on thy cruell hond, And on the haubergh stroke the prince so sore, That twise hath spedd; yet shall it not thee keepe That quite disparted all the linked frame, From the third brunt of this my fatall brond: And pierced to the skin, but bit no more; [afore, Lo, where the dreadfull Death behynd thy backeYet made him twise to reele, that never moovid doth stond !"

Whereat renfierst with wrath and sharp regret, With that he strooke, and th' other strooke withall, He stroke so hugely with his borrowd blade, That nothing seemd mote beare so monstrous might: That it empierst the Pagans burganet; The one upon his covered shield did fall,

And, cleaving the hard steele, did deepe invade And glauncing downe would not his owner byte: Into his head, and cruell passage made But th' other did upon bis troncheon smyte; Quite through his brayne: he, tombling downe on Which hewing quite asunder, further way

ground, It made, and on his hacqueton did lyte,

Breath'd out his ghost, which, to th' infernall shade The which dividing with importune sway,

Fast flying, there eternall torment found It seizd in his right side, and there the dint did stay. For all the sinnes wherewith his lewd life did abound. Wyde was the wound, and a large lukewarme flood, which when his german saw, the stony feare Red as the rose, thence gushed grievonsly ; Ran to his hart, and all his sence disınayd; That when the Paynym spyle the streaming blood, Ne thenceforth life ne corage did appeare: Gave him great hart and hope of victory.

But, as a man whom hellish feendes have frayd, On th' other side, in huge perplexity

Long trembling still he stoode; at last thus sayd; The prince now stood, having his weapon broke; “ Traytour, what hast thou doen! how ever may Nought could he hurt, but still at warde did ly: Thy cursed hand so cruelly bave swayd Yet with his troncheon he so rudely stroke

Against that knight! harrow and well away! Cymochlestwise, that twise him forst his foot revoke. After so wicked deede wby liv'st thou lenger day!" With that all desperate, as loathing light,

“ But read what wicked hand bath robbed mee And with revenge desyring soone to dve,

Of my good sword and shield?” The palıner, glad Asseinbling all his force and utmost might, With so fresh hew uprysing him to see, With his owne swerd he fierce at him did flye, Him answered ; “ Fayre sonne, be no whit sad And strooke, and foynd, and lasht outrageously, For want of weapons; they shall soone be had.” Withouten reason or regard. Well knew

So gan he to discourse the whole debate, The prince, with pacience and sufferaunce sly, Which that straunge knight for him sustained had, So hasty heat soone cooled to subdew; (renew. And those two Sarazins confounded late, Tho, when this breathlesse woxe, that batteil gan Whose carcases on ground were horribly prostráte. As when a windy tempest bloweth hye,

Which when he heard, and saw the tokens trew, That nothing may withstand his stormy stowre, His hart with great affection was embayd, The clowdes, as thinges affrayd, before him fiye; And to the prince, with bowing reverence dew, But, all so soone as his outrageous powre

As to the patrone of his life, thus sayd; Is layd, they fiercely then begin to showre; “My lord, my liege, by whose most gratious ayd And, as in scorne of his spent stormy spight, I live this day, and see my foes subdewd, Now all attonce their malice forth do poure: What may suffice to be for meede repayd So did prince Arthur beare himselfe in fight, Of so great graces as ye have me shewd, And suffred rash Pyrochles waste his ydle might. But to be ever bound" — At last whenas the Sarazin perceir'd

To whom the infant thus; “ Fayre sir, what need How that straunge sword refusd to serve his neede, Good turnes be counted, as a servile bond, But, when he stroke most strong, the dint deceiv'd; To bind their dovers to receive their meed? He flong it from bim; and, devoyd of dreed, Are not all knightes by oath bound to withstond Upon bim lightly leaping without heed

Oppressours powre by armes and puissant hond? Twixt his two mighty armes engrasped fast, Suffise, that I have done my dew in place." Thinking to overthrowe and downe him tred : So goodly purpose they together fond But him in strength and skill the prince surpast,

Of kindnesse and of courteous aggrace; And through his nimble sleight did under him down The whiles false Archimage and Atin fled apace.

cast.

Nought booted it the Paynim then to strive;
For as a bittur in the eagles clawe,
That may not hope by fight to scape alive,

CANTO IX.
Still waytes for death with dread and trembling aw;
So be, now subiect to the victours law,

The House of Temperaunce, in which
Did not once move, nor upward cast his eye,

Doth sober Alma dwell, For vile disdaine and rancour, which did gnaw

Besiegd of many foes, whom straungHis hart in twaine with sad melancholy;

er knightes to flight compell. As one that loathed life, and yet despysd to dye.

Or all Gods workes, which doe this worlde adorne, But, full of princely bounty and great mind, There is no one more faire and excellent The conqueror nought cared him to slay;

Then is mans body, both for powre and forme, But, casting wronges and all revenge behind, Wri es it is kept in sober government; More glory thought to give life then decay, But none then it more fowle and indecent, And sayd; “Paynim, this is thy dismall day; Distempred through misrule and passions bace; Yet if thou wilt renounce thy miscreaunce,

It grows a monster, and incontinent And my trew liegeman yield thyselfe for ay, Doth lose his dignity and native grace: Life will I graunt thee for thy valiaunce, [naunce." Behold, who list, both one and other in this place. And all thy wronges will wipe out of my sove

After the Paynim brethren conquer'd were, “ Foole,” sayd the Pagan, “ I thy gift defye; The Briton prince recov'ring his stolne sword, But use thy fortune, as it doth befall;

And Guyon his lost shield, they both yfere And say, that I not overcome doe dye,

Forth passed on their way in fayre accord, But in despight of life for death doe call.”

Till him the prince with gentle court did bord; Wroth was the prince, and sory yet withall, “ Sir Knight, mote I of you this court'sy read, That he so wilfully refused grace;

To weet why on your shield, so goodly scord, Yet, sith his fate so cruelly did fall,

Beare ye the picture of that ladies head? His shining helmet he gan soone unlace,

Full lively is the semblaunt, though the substance And left his headlesse body bleeding all the place.

dead." By this, sir Guyon from his traunce awakt, “ Payre sir," sayd he, “if in that picture dead Life having maystered her sencelesse foe;

Such life ye read, and vertue in vaine shew; And looking up, whenas his shield he lakt What mote ye weene, if the trew lively-head And sword saw not, he wexed wondrous woe: Of that most glorious visage ye did vew! But when the palmer, whom he long ygoe But yf the beauty of her mind ye knew, Had lost, he by him spyde, right glad he grew, That is, her bounty, and imperiall powre, And saide; “Deare sir, whom wandring to and fro Thousand times fairer then her mortall hew, I long have lackt, I joy thy face to vew! [drew. O! how great wonder would your thoughts devoure, Firme is thy faith, whom daunger never fro me And infinite desire into your spirite poure !

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“ She is the mighty queene of Faery,

Which when they saw, they weened fowle reproch Whose faire retraiti I in my shield doe beare; Was to them doen, their entraunce to forstall; Shee is the flowre of grace and chastity,

Till that the squire gan nigher to approch, Throughout the world renowmed far and neare, And wind his horne under the castle wall, My life, my liege, my soveraine, my deare, That with the noise it shooke as it would fall. Whose glory shineth as the morning starre, Estsoones forth looked from the highest spire And with her light the Earth enlumines cleare; The watch, and lowd unto the knights did call, Far reach her mercies, and her praises farre, To weete what they so rudely did require: As well in state of peace, as puissaunce in warre." Who gently answered, They entraunce did desire. “ Thrise happy man,” said then the Briton knight,

“ Fly fly, good knights," said he, “fly fast away, “ Whom gracions lott and thy great valiaunce If that your lives ye love, as meete ye should; Have made thee soldier of that princesse bright,

Fly fast, and save yourselves from neare decay ; Which with her bounty and glad countenaunce

Here may ye not have entraunce, though we would : Doth blesse her servaunts, and them high advaunce!

We would and would againe, if that we could; How may straunge knight bope ever to aspire,

But thousand enemies about us rave, By faithfull service and meete amenaunce,

And with long siege us in this castle hould : Unto such blisse? sufficient were that hire

Seven yeares this wize they us besieged have, For losse of thousand lives, to die at her desire."

And many good knights slaine that have us sought

to save." Said Guyon, “ Noble lord, what meed so great,

Thus as he spoke, loe! with outragious cry Or grace of earthly prince so soveraine,

A thousand villeins rownd about them swarmd But by your wondrous worth and warlike feat

Out of the rockes and caves adioyning nye; Ye well may hope, and easely attaine?

Vile caitive wretches, ragged, rude, deformd, But were your wil her sold to entertaine,

All threatning death, all in straunge manner armd; And numbred be mongst knights of Maydenhed,

Some with unweldy clubs, some with long speares, Great guerdon, well I wote, should you remaine, And in her favor high be reckoned,

Some rusty knives, some staves in fier warmd:

Sterne was their looke;. like wild amazed steares, As Arthegall and Sophy now beene honored.”

Staring with hollow eies, and stiffe upstanding heares. “ Certes," then said the prince, “I God avow, Fiersiy at first those knights they did assayle, That sith I armes and knighthood first did plight, And drove them to recoile: but, when againe My whole desire hath beene, and yet is now, They gave fresh charge, their forces gan to fayle, To serve that queene with al my powre and might. Unhable their encounter to sustaine ; Now hath the Sunne with his lamp-burning light For with such puissaunce and impetuous maine Walkt round about the world, and I no lesse, Those champions broke on them, that forst them fly, Sith of that goddesse I have sought the sight, Like scattered sheepe, whenas the shepherds swaine Yet no where can her find : such happinesse A lion and a tigre doth espye Heven doth to me envy and fortune favourlesse." With greedy pace forth rushing from the forest nye. “ Fortune, the foe of famous cherisaunce,

A while they fled, but soone retournd againe Seldom," said Guyon, “ yields to vertue aide,

With greater fury then before was found; But in her way throwes mischiefe and mischaunce, and evermore their cruell capitaine Whereby her course is stopt and passage staid.

Sought with his raskall routs t'enclose them rownd, But you, faire sir, be not herewith dismaid, And overronne to tread them to the grownd: But constant keepe the way in which ye stand; But soone the knights with their bright-burning Which were it not that I am els delaid

blades With hard adventure, which I have in hand,

Broke their rude troupes, and orders did confownd, I labour would to guide you through al Fary land." Hewing and slashing at their idle shades ;

For though they bodies seem, yet substaunce from “ Gramercy sir,” said he; “but mote I weete

them fades. What straunge adventure doe ye now pursew?

As when a swarme of gnats at eventide Perhaps my succour or advizement meete

Out of the fennes of Allan doe arise, Mote stead you much your purpose to subdew."

Their murmuring small trompetts sownden wide, Then gan sir Guyon all the story shew

Whiles in the aire their clustring army flies, Of false Acrasia, and her wicked wiles;

That as a cloud doth seeme to dim the skies; Which to avenge, the palmer him forth drew

Ne man nor beast may rest or take repast From Faery court. So talked they, the whiles

For their sharpe wounds and noyous injuries, They wasted had much way, and measurd many Till the fierce northerne wind with blustring blast miles.

Doth blow them quite away, and in the ocean cast. And now faire Phoebus gan decline in haste Thus when they had that troublous ront disperst, His weary wagon to the westerne vale,

Unto the castle gate they come againe, Whenas they spide a goodly castle, plaste

And entraunce crav'd, which was denied erst. Foreby a river in a pleasaunt dale;

Now when report of that their perlous paine, Which choosing for that evenings hospitale, And cumbrous conflict which they did sustaine, They thether marcht: but when they came in sight, Came to the ladies eare which there did dwell, And from their sweaty coursers did avale,

Shee forth isséwed with a goodly traine
They found the gates fast barred long ere night, Of squires and ladies equipaged well,
And every loup fast Lockt, as fearing foes despight. And entertained them right fairely, as befell.

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