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Alma she called was; a virgin bright,

Within the barbican a porter sate, That had not yet felt Cupides wanton rage; Day and night duely keeping watch and ward; Yet was shee woo'd of many a gentle knight, Nor wight nor word mote passe out of the gate, And many a lord of noble parentage,

But in good order, and with dew regard; That sought with her to lincke in marriage: Utterers of secrets he from thence debard, For shee was faire, as faire mote ever bee, Bablers of folly, and blazers of cryme : And in the flowre now of her freshest age;

His larum-bell might lowd and wyde be hard Yet full of grace and goodly modestee,

When canse requyrd, but never out of time; That even Heven reioyced her sweete face to see. Early and late it rong, at evening and at prime. In robe of lilly white she was arayd,

And rownd about the porch on every syde That from her shoulder to her heele downe raught; Twise sixteene warders satt, all armed bright The traine whereof loose far behind her strayd, In glistring steele, and strongly fortifyde : Braunched with gold and perle most richly wrought, | Tall yeomen seemed they and of great might, And borne of two faire damsels which were taught And were enraunged ready still for fight. That service well: her yellow golden heare By them as Alma passed with ber guestes, Was trimly woven and in tresses wrought, They did obeysaunce, as beseemed right, Ne other tire she on her head did weare,

And then againe retourned to their restes: But crowned with a garland of sweete rosiere. , The porter eke to her did lout with humble gestes. Goodly shee entertaind those noble knights, Thence she them bronght into a stately hall, And brought them up into her castle hall; Wherein were many tables fayre dispred, Where gentle court and gracious delight

And ready dight with drapets festivall, Shee to them made, with mildnesse virginall, Against the viaundes should be ministred. Shewing herselfe both wise and liberall.

At the upper end there sate, yclad in red There when they rested had a season dew,

Downe to the ground, a comely personage, They her besought of favour speciall

That in his hand a white rod menaged; Of that faire castle to affoord them vew: [did shew. He steward was, hight Diet; rype of age, Shee graunted; and, them leading forth, the same And in demeanure sober, and in counsell sage. First she them led up to the castle wall,

And through the hall there walked to and fro That was so high as foe might not it clime, A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, And all so faire and sensible witball ;

Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Not built of bricke, ne yet of stone and lime, Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, But of thing like to that Ægyptian slime,

And knew them how to order without blame, Whereof king Nine whilome built Babell towre: As him the steward badd. They both attone But O great pitty, that no lenger time

Did dewty to their lady, as became ; So goodly workmanship should not endure! [sure. Who, passing by, forth ledd her guestes anone Soone it must turne to earth: no earthly thing is into the kitchin rowme, ne spard for nicenesse none. The frame thereof seemd partly circulare,

It was a vaut ybuilt for great dispence, And part triangulare; O worke divine !

With many raunges reard along the wall, Those two the first and last proportions are ; And one great chimney, whose long tonnell thence The one imperfect, mortall, fæminine;

The smoke forth threw: and in the midst of all Th' other immortall, perfect, masculine;

There placed was a caudron wide and tall And twixt them both a quadrate was the base, l'pon a mightie furnace, burning whott, Proportiond equally by seven and nine;

More whot! then Aetn', or flaming Mongiball: Nine was the circle sett in Heavens place: For day and night it brent, ne ceased not, All which compacted made a goodly diapase. So long as any thing it in the caudron gott. Therein two gates were placed seemly well: But to delay the heat, least by mischaunce The one before, by which all in did pas,

It might breake ont and set the whole on fyre, Did th' other far in workmanship excell;

There added was by goodly ordinaunce For not of wood, nor of enduring bras,

An huge great payre of bellowes, which did styre Bat of more worthy substance fram'd it was : Continually, and cooling breath inspyre. Doubly disparted, it did locke and close,

About the caudron many cookes arcoyld That, when it locked, none might thorough pas,

With hookes and ladles, as need did requyre; And, when it opened, no man might it close; The whyles the viaundes in the vesseli boyld, Still opened to their friendes, and closed to their They did about their businesse sweat, and sorely foes.


Of hewen stone the porch was fayrely wrought,
Stone more of valew, and more smooth and fine,
Then iett or marble far from Ireland brought;
Over the which was cast a wandring vine,
Enchaced with a wanton yvie twine:
And over it a fayre portcullis hong,
Which to the gate directly did incline
With comely compasse and compacture strong,
Nether unseemly short, nor yet exceeding long.

The maister cooke was cald Concoction ;
A carefull man, and full of comely guyse:
The kitchin clerke, that hight Digestion,
Did order all th' achátes in seemnely wise,
And set them forth, as well he could devise.
The rest had severall offices assynd;
Some to remove the scum as it did rise,
Others to beare the same away did mynd;
And others it to use according to his kynd.

But all the liquour, which was fowle and waste, The prince was inly moved at her speach,
Not good nor serviceable elles for ought,

Well weeting trew what she had rashly told;
They in another great rownd vessell plaste, Yet with faire semblaunt sought to hyde the breach,
Till by a conduit pipe it thence were brought ; Which chaunge of colour did perforce unfold,
And all the rest, that noyous was and nought, Now seeming flaming whott, now stony cold :
By secret wayes, that none might it espy,

Tho, turning soft aside, he did inquyre Was close convaid, and to the backgate brought, Wbat wight she was that poplar braunch did hold : "That cleped was Port Esquiline, whereby

It answered was, her name was Prays-desire,
It was avoided quite, and throwne out privily. That by well doing sought to honour to aspyre.
Which goodly order and great workmans skill

The wbiles the Faery knight did entertaine
Whenas those knightes beheld, with rare delight Another damsell of that gentle crew,
And gazing wonder they their mindes did fill;

That was right fayre and modest of demayne, For never had they seene so straunge a sight. But that too oft she chaung'd ber native hew : Thence backe againe faire Alma led them right,

Straunge was her tyre, and all her garment blew, And soone into a goodly parlour brought,

Close rownd about her tuckt with many a plight: That was with royall arras richly digbt,

Upon her fist the bird, which shonneth vew In which was nothing pourtrahed nor wrought; And keepes in coverts close from living wight, Not wrought nor pourtrahed, but easie to be thought: Did sitt, as yet ashamd how rude Pan did her dight. And in the midst thereof upon the foure A lovely bevy of faire ladies sate,

So long as Guyon with her communed, Courted of many a jolly paramoure,

Unto the grownd she cast her modest eye, The which them did in modest wise amate,

And ever and anone with rosy red And each one sought his lady to aggrate:

The bashfull blood her snowy cheekes did dye,

That her became, as polisht yvory
And eke emongst them litle Cupid playd
His wanton sportes, being retourned late

Which cunning craftesman hand hath overlayd From his fierce warres, and having from him layd

With fayre vermilion or pure castory. His cruell bow, wherewith he thousands bath dis. Great wonder had the knight to see the mayd mayd.

So straungely passioned, and to her gently said; Diverse delights they fownd themselves to please; “ Fayre damzell, seemeth by your troubled cheare, Some song in sweet consórt; some laught for joy; That either me tov bold ye weene, this wise Some plaid with strawes ; some ydly satt at ease; You to molest, or other ill to feare But other some could not abide to toy,

That in the secret of your hart close lyes, All pleasaunce was to them griefe and annoy:

From whence it doth, as cloud from sea, aryse:
This fround; that faund; the third for shame did If it be I, of pardon I you pray;
Another seemed envious, or coy ; [blush; But, if ought else that I mote not devyse,
Another in her teeth did gnaw a rush :

I will, if please you it discure, assay
But at these straungers presence every one did hush. To ease you of that ill, so wisely as I may."
Soone as the gracious Alma came in place,

She answerd nought, but more abasht for shame They all attonce out of their seates arose,

Held downe her head, the wbiles her lovely face And to her homage made with humble grace: The flashing blood with blushing did inflame, Whom when the knights beheld, they gan dispose

And the strong passion mard her modest grace, Themselves to court, and each a damzell chose :

That Guyon mervayld at her oncouth cace; The prince by chaunce did on a lady light,

Till Alma bim bespake; “ Why wonder yee, That was right faire and fresh as morning rose, Faire sir, at that which ye so much embrace? But somwhat sad and solemne eke in sight, She is the fountaine of your modestee; As if some pensire thought constraind her gentle You shamefast are, but Shamefastnes itselfe is shee."

spright. In a long purple pall, whose skirt with gold

Thereat the Elfe did blush io privitee, Was fretted all about, she was arayd;

And turnd his face away; but she the same And in her hand a poplar braunch did hold:

Dissembled faire, and faynd to oversee. To whom the prince in courteous maner sayd;

Thus they awhile with court and goodly game “ Gentle madáme, why heene ye thus dismayd,

Themselves did solace each one with his dame, And your faire beautie doe with sadnes spill?

Till that great lady thence away them sought Lives any that you hath thus ill apayd?

To vew her castles other wondrous frame: Or doen you love, or doen you lack your will?

Up to a stately turret she them brought, Whatever bee the cause, it sure beseemes you iH.” Ascending by ten steps of alablaster wrought. “ Payre sir,” said she, halfe in disdaineful wise, That turrets frame most admirable was, “ How is it that this word in me ye blame,

Like highest Heaven compassed around, And in yourselfe doe not the same advise ?

And lifted high above this earthly masse, Him ill beseemes anothers fault to pame,

Which it survewd, as hils doen lower ground : That may unwares be blotted with the same: But not on ground mote like to this be found; Pensive 1 yeeld I am, and sad in mind,

Not that, which antique Cadmus whylome built Through great desire of glory and of fame; In Thebes, which Alexander did confound; Ne ought I weene are ye therein bebynd,

Nor that proud towre of Troy, though richly guilt, That have twelve months sought one, yet no where from which young Hectors blood by cruell Greekes can her find,”

was spilt.

The roofe hereof was arched over head,

Whom Alma having shewed to her guestes, (wals And deckt with flowers and herbars daintily; Thence brought them to the second rowme, whose Two goodly beacons, set in watches stead, Were painted faire with memorable gestes Therein gave light, and famd continually : Of famous wisards; and with picturals For they of living fire most subtilly

Of magistrates, of courts, of tribunals, Were made, and set in silver sockets bright, Of commen wealthes, of states, of pollicy, Cover'd with lids deviz'd of substance sly, Of lawes, of judgementes, and of décretals, That readily they shut and open might.

All artes, all science, all philosophy, O, who can tell the prayses of that Makers might! And all that in the world was ay thought wittily. Ne can I tell, ne can I stay to tell,

Of those that rowme was full; and them among This parts great workemanship and wondrous powre, There sate a man of ripe and perfect age, That all this other worldes worke doth excell, Who did them meditate all his life long, And likest is unto that heavenly towre

That through continuall practise and usage That God hath built for his owne blessed bowre. He now was growne right wise and wondrous sage: Therein were divers rowmes, and divers stages ; Great plesure had those straunger knightes to see But three the chiefest and of greatest powre, His goodly reason and grave personage, In which there dwelt three honorable sages, That his disciples both desyrd to bee: [of three. The wisest men, I weene, that lived in their ages. But Alma thence them led to th' hindmost rowme Not he, whom Greece, the nourse of all good arts, That chamber seemed ruinous and old, By Phoebus doome the wisest thought alive, And therefore was removed far behind, Might be compar'd to these by many parts : Yet were the wals, that did the same upbold, Nor that sage Pylian syre, which did survive Right firme and strong, though somwhat they de Three ages, such as mortall men contrive,

clind; By whose advise old Priams cittie fell,

And therein sat an old old man, balfe blind, With these in praise of pollicies 'mote strive. And all decrepit in his feeble corse, These three in these three rowmes did sondry dwell, Yet lively vigour rested in his mind, And counselled faire Alma how to governe well. And recompenst them with a better scorse: (forse.

Weake body well is chang'd for minds redoubled The first of them could things to come foresee ; The next could of thinges present best advize'; This man of infinite remembraunce was,

The third things past could keep in memoree: And things foregone through many ages held, So that no time nor reason could arize,

Which he recorded still as they did pas, But that the same could one of these comprize. Ne suffred them to perish through long eld, Forthy the first did in the forepart sit,

As all things els the which this world doth weld;
That nought mote hinder his quicke preiudize; But laid them up in his immortall scrine,
He had a sharpe foresight and working wit Where they for ever incorrupted dweld:
That never idle was, ne once would rest a whit. The warres he well remembred of king Nine,

Of old Assaracus, and Inachus divine.
His chamber was dispainted all within
With sondry colours, in the which were writ The yeares of Nestor nothing were to his,
Infinite shapes of thing'es dispersed thin ;

Ne yet Mathusalem, though longest liv'd;
Some such as in the world were never yit,

For he remembred both their infancis': Ne can devized be of mortall wit;

Ne wonder then if that he were depriv'd Some daily seene and Knowen by their names, Of native strength now that he them surviv'd. Such as in idle fantasies do flit;

His chamber all was hangd about with rolls Infernall hags, centaurs, feendes, hippodames, And old records from auncient times derivd, Apes, lyons, aegles, owles, fooles, lovers, children, Some made in books, some in long parchment scrolls, dames.

That were all worm-eaten and full of canker holes. And all the chamber filled was with flyes

Amidst them all he in a chaire was sett,
Which buzzed all about, and made such sound Tossing and turning them withouten end ;
That they encombred all mens eares and eyes; But for he was unhable them to fett,
Like many swarmes of bees assembled round A litle boy did on him still attend
After their hives with honny do abound.

To reach, whenever he for ought did send ; All those were idle though'es and fantasies, And oft when thinges were lost, or laid amis, Devices, dreames, opinions unsound,

That boy them sought and unto him did lend: Shewes, visions, sooth-sayes, and prophesies; Therefore he Anamnestes cleped is; And all that fained is, as leasings, tales, and lies. And that old man Eumnestes, by their propertis. Emongst them all sate he which wonned there, The knightes there entring did him reterence dew, That bight Phantastes by his nature trew; And wondred at his endlesse exercise. A man of yeares yet fresh, as mote appere,

Then as they gan his library to vew, Of swarth complexion, and of crabbed hew, And antique regesters for to avise, That him full of melancholy did shew;

There chaunced to the princes hand to rize Bent hollow beetle browes, sharpe staring eyes,

An auncient booke, hight Briton Moniments, That mad or foolish seemd: one by his rew That of this lands first conquest did devize, Mote deeme him borne with ill-disposed skyes,

And old division into regiments," When oblique Saturne sate in th’house of agonyes. Till it reduced was to one mans governements. VOL. III.


Sir Guyon cbaunst eke on another booke,

Ne did it then deserve a name to have, That hight Antiquitee of Faery Lond:

Till that the venturous mariner that way In wbich whenas he greedily did looke,

Learning his ship from those white rocks to save, Th' ofspring of Elves and Faryes there he fond, Which all along the southerne sea-coast lay As it delivered was from bond to hood :

Threatning unheedy wrecke and rash decay, Wbereat they, burning both with fervent fire For safëty that same bis sea-marke made, Their countreys auncestry to understond,

And nam'd it ALBION : but later day,
Cray'd leave of Alma and that aged sire [desire. Finding in it ft ports for fishers trade,
To read those bookes; who gladly graunted their Gan more the same frequent, and further to invade.

But far in land a salvage nation dwelt
Of hideous giaunts, and balfe-beastly men,

That never tasted grace, nor goodnes felt;

But wild like beastes lurking in loathsome den,

And flying fast as roebucke through the fen,
A chronicle of Briton kings,

All naked without shame or care of cold,
From Brute to Uthers rayne:

By hunting and by spoiling liveden;
And rolls of Elfin emperours,

Of stature huge, and eke of corage bold,
Till time of Gloriane.

That sonnes of men amazd their sternesse to behold. Who now shall give unto me words and sound But whence they sprong, or how they were begott, Equall unto this haughty enterprise ?

Uneath is to assure; uneath to wene
Or who shall lend me wings, with which from ground That monstrous error which doth some assott,
My lowly verse may loftily arise,

That Dioclesians fifty daughters shene
And lift itselfe unto the highest skyes?

Into this land by chaunce have driven bene ; More ample spirit than hetherto was wount Where, companing with feends and filthy sprights Here needes me, wbiles the famous auncestryes Through vaine illusion of their lust unclene, Of my most dreaded soveraigne I recount, They brought forth geaunts, and such dreadful By which all earthly princes she doth far surmount. wights

As far exceeded men in their immeasurd mights. Ne under Sunne that shines so wide and faire, Whence all that lives does borrow life and light, They held this land, and with their filthinesse Lives ought that to her linage may compaire; Polluted this same gentle soyle long time; Which though from Earth it be derived right, That their owne mother loathd their beastlinesse, Yet doth itselfe stretch forth to Hevens hight, And gan abhorre her broods unkindly crime, And all the world with wonder overspred;

All were they borne of her owne native slime : A labor buge, exceeding far my might!

Until that Brutus, anciently deriv'd
How shall fraile pen, with fear disparaged, Ehed! From roiall stocke of old Assaracs line,
Conceive such soveraine glory and great bounty. Driven by fatall error here arriv'd,

And them of their unjust possession depriv'd.
Argument worthy of Mæopian quill;
Or rather worthy of great Phoebus rote,

But ere he had established his throne,
Whereon the ruines of great Ossa hill,

And spred his empire to the utmost shore, And triumphes of Phlegræan love, he wrote, He fought great batteils with his salvage fone; That all the gods admird his lofty note.

In which he them defeated evermore, But, if some relish of that hevenly lay

And many giaunts left on groning flore: His learned daughters would to me report

That well can witnes yet unto this day To decke my song withall, I would assay

The westerne Hogh, besprincled with the gore
Thy name, O soveraine queene, to blazon far away. Of mighty Goëmot, whome in stout fray

Corineus conquered, and cruelly did slay.
Thy name, O soveraine queene, thy realme, and
From this renowmed prince derived arre, [race, And eke that ample pitt, yet far renownd
Who mightily upheld that royall mace

For the large leape which Debon did compell
Which now thou bear'st, to thee descended farre Coulin to make, being eight lugs of grownd,
From mighty kings and conquerours in warre, Into the wbich retourning backe he fell:
Thy fathers and great-grandfathers of old,

But those three monstrous stones doe most excell, Whose noble deeds above the northern starre Which that huge sonne of hideous Albion, Immortall Fame for ever bath enrold;

Whose father Hercules in Fraunce did quell,
As in that old mans booke they were in order told. Great Godmer threw, in fierce contention,

At bold Canutus; but of him was slaine anon.
The land which warlike Britons now possesse,
And, therein have their mighty empire raysd, In meed of these great conquests by them gott,
In antique times was salvage wildernesse,

Corineus bad that province utmost west
Unpeopled, unmannurd, unprovd, unpraysd; To him assigned for his worthy lott,
Ne was it island then, ne was it paysd

Which of bis name and memorable gest
Amid the ocean waves, ne was it sought

He called Cornwaile, yet so called best :
Of merchants farre for profits therein praysd ; And Debons shayre was, that is Devonshyre:
But was all desolate, and of some thought But Canute had his portion from the rest,
By sea to have bene from the Celticke mayn-land The which he cald Canutium, for his hyre;

Now Cantium, which Kent we comenly inquyre.

'Thus Brute this realme unto his rule subdewd, Then for her sonne, which she to Locria bote, And raigned long in great felicity,

(Madan was young, unmeet the rule to sway) Lov'd of his freends, and of his foes eschewd: In her owne hand the crowne she kept in store, He left three sonnes, his famous progeny,

Till ryper years he raught and stronger stay: Borne of fayre Inogene of Italy;

During which time her powre she did display Mongst whom he parted his imperiall state, Through all this realme, the glory of her sex, And Locrine left chiefe lord of Britany.

And first taught men a'woman to obay: At last ripe age bad him surrender late

But, when her sonne to mans estate did wex, His life, and long good fortune, unto finall fate. She it surrendred, ne her selfe would lenger vex. Locrine was left the soveraine lord of all; Tho Madan raignd, unworthie of his race; But Albanact had all the northerne part,

For with all shame that sacred throne he fild. Which of himselfe Albania he did call;

Next Memprise, as unworthy of that place, And Camber did possessé the westerne quart,

In which being consorted with Manild, Which Severne now from Logris doth depart: For thirst of single kingdom bim he kild. And each his portion peaceably enioyd,

But Ebranck salved both their infamies Ne was there outward breach, nor grudge in hart, With noble deedes, and warreyd on Brunchild That once their quiet government annoyd ; In Henault, where yet of his victories [vies. But each his paynes to others profit still employd. Brave moniments remaine, which yet that land enUntill a nation straung, with visage swart

An happy man in his first dayes he was, And corage fierce that all men did affray, And happy father of faire progeny: Which througb the world then swarınd in every part, For all so many weekes, as the yeare has, And overflowd all counties far away,

So many children he did multiply; Like Noyes great flood, with their importune sway, of which were twentie sonnes, which did apply This land invaded with like violence,

Their mindes to prayse and chevalroas desyre: And did themselves through all the north display: Those germans did subdew all Germany, Untill that Locrine for his realmes defence, Of whom it hight; but in the end their syre (tyre. Did head against them make and strong munificence. With foule repulse from Fraunce was forced to reHe them encountred, a confused rout,

Which blott his sonne succeeding in his seat, Foreby the river that whylóme was hight

The second Brute, the second both in name The ancient Abus, where with courage stout

And eke in semblaunce of his puissaunce great, He them defeated in victorious fight,

Right weli recur'd, and did away that blame
And chaste so fiercely after fearefull flight, With recompence of everlasting fame:
That forst their chiefetain, for his safeties sake, He with his victour sword first opened
(Their chiefetain Humber named was aright)

The bowels of wide Fraunce, a forlorne dame, Unto the mighty streame him to betake,

And taught her first how to be conquered; (sacked. Where he an end of batteill and of life did make. Since which, with sondrie spoiles she hath been ranThe king retourned proud of victory,

Let Scaldis tell, and let tell Hania, And insolent wox through unwonted ease,

And let the marsh of Esthambruges tell, That shortly he forgot the jeopardy,

What colour were their waters that same day, Which in his land he lately did appease,

And all the moore twixt Elversbam and Dell, And fell to vaine voluptious disease:

With blood of Henalois which therein fell. He lov'd faire ladie Estrild, leudly lov'd,

How oft that day did sad Brunchildis see Whose wanton pleasures him too much did please, The greene shield dyde in dolorous vermell ? That quite his hart from Guendolene remov'd, That not scuith guiridh it mote seeme to bee, From Guendolene his wife, though alwajes faithful But rather y scuith gogh, signe of sad crueltee. prov'd.

His sonne king Leill, by fathers labour long, The noble daughter of Corinëus

Enioyd an heritage of lasting peace, Would not endure to bee so vile disdaind,

And built Cairleill, and built Cairleon strong. But, gathering force and corage valorous,

Next Huddibras his realme did not encrease, Encountred him in batteill well ordaind,

But taught the land from wearie wars to cease. In which him vanquisht she to fly constraind: Whose footsteps Bladud following, in artes But she so fast pursewd, that him she tooke Exceld at Athens all the learned preace, And threw in bands, where he till death remaind; From whence he brought them to thesesalvage parts, Als his faire leman flying through a brooke

And with sweet science mollifide their stubborne She overhent, nought moved with her piteous looke; harts. But both herselfe, and eke her daughter deare Ensample of his wondrous faculty, Begotten by her kingly paramoure,

Behold the boyling bathes at Cairbadon, The faire Sabrina, almost dead with feare, Which seeth with secret Are eternally, She there attached, far from all succoúre: And in their entrailles, full of quick brimstón, The one she slew upon the present floure;

Nourish the flames which they are warmd upon, But the sad virgin innocent of all

That to their people wealth they forth do well, Adowne the rolling river she did poure,

And health to every forreyne nation ; Which of her name now Severne men do call : Yet he at last, contending to excell (fell. Such was the end that to disloyall love did fall. The reach of men, through fight into fond mischief

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