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This was that woman, this that deadly wownd, His mother swowned thrise, and the third time That Proteus prophecide should him dismay; Could scarce recovered be out of her paine ; The which his mother vainely did expownd

Had she not beepe devoide of mortall slime, To be hart-wownding love, which should assay She should not then have bene relyv'd againe : To bring her sonne unto his last decay.

But, soone as life recovered had the raine, So tickle be the termes of mortall state

Shee made so piteous mone and deare wayment, And full of subtile sophismes, which doe play That the hard rocks could scarce from tears refraine: With double sences, and with false debate,

And all her sister nymphes with one consent T'approve the unknowen purpose of eternall fate. Supplide her sobbing breaches with sad complement. Too trew the famous Marinell it fownd;

“ Deare image of myselfe,” she sayd,“ that is Who, through late triall, on that wealthy strond The wretched sonne of wretched mother borne, Inglorious now lies in sencelesse swownd,

Is this thine high advauncement? 0! is this Through heavy stroke of Britomartis hond.

Th’immortall name, with which thee yet unborne
Which when his mother deare did understond, Thy grandsire Nereus promist to adorne ?
And heavy tidings heard, whereas she playd Now Iyest thou of life and honor refte;
Amongst her watry sisters by a pond,

Now lyest thou a lumpe of earth forlorne;
Gathering sweete daffadillyes, to bave made Ne of thy late life memory is lefte;
Gay girlonds from the Sun their forheads fayr to Ne can thy irrevocable desteny bee wefte!

“ Fond Proteus, father of false prophecis !
Eftesoones both flowres and girlonds far away And they more foud that credit to thee give!
She flong, and her faire deawy lockes yrent; Not this the worke of womans hand ywis, [drive.
To sorrow huge she turnd her former play, That so deepe wound through these deare members
And gamesom merth to grievous dreriment: I feared love ; but they that love doe live;
Shee threw herselfe downe on the continent, But they that dye, doe nether love nor hate :
Ne word did speake, but lay as in a swowne, Nath'lesse to thee thy folly I forgive;
Whiles all her sisters did for her lament

And to myselfe, and to accursed fate, [late ! With yelling outcries, and with shrieking sowne; The guilt I doe ascribe: deare wisedom bought too And every one did teare her girlond from her crowne.

“O! what availes it of immortall seed Soone as she up out of her deadly fitt

To beene ybredd and never borne to dye? Arose, she bad her charett to be brought;

Farre better I it deeme to die with speed And all her sisters, that with her did sitt,

Then waste in woe and waylfull miserye: Bad eke attonce their charetts to be sought :

Who dyes, the utmost dolor doth abye; Tho, full of bitter griefe and pensive thought,

But who that lives, is lefte to waile his losse : She to her wagon clombe; clombe all the rest,

So life is losse, and death felicity: And forth together went, with sorow fraught:

Sad life worse then glad death; and greater crosse 'The waves obedient to theyre beheast

To see friends grave, then dead the grave selfe to Them yielded ready passage, and their rage surceast.

engrosse. Great Neptune stoode amazed at their sight,

“ But if the Heavens did his days envie, Whiles on his broad rownd backe they softly slid,

And my short blis maligne ; yet mote they well And eke himselfe mourad at their mournful plight, That the dim eies of my deare Marinell

This much afford me, ere that he did die,
Yet wist not what their wailing ment, yet did,
For great compassion of their sorow, bid

I mote have closed, and him bed farewell,

Sith other offices for mother meet
His mighty waters to them buxome bee:
Eftesoones the roaring billowes still abid,

They would not graunt-
And all the griesly monsters of the see

Yett! maulgre them, farewell, my sweetest sweet! Stood gaping at their gate, and wondred them to see.

Farewell, my sweetest sonne, sith we no more shall

meet!” A teme of dolphins raunged in aray

Thus when they all had sorowed their fill, Drew the smooth charett of sad Cymoënt;

They softly gan to search his griesly wownd: They were all tought by Triton to obay To the long raynes at her commaundëment:

And, that they might him handle more at will, As swifte as swallowes on the waves they went,

They him disarmd ; and, spredding on the ground

Their watchet mantles frindgd with silver rownd, That their brode faggy finnes no fome did reare, Ne bubling rowndell they behinde them sent;

They softly wipt away the gelly blood

From th' orifice; which having well upbownd, The rest, of other fishes drawen weare, (sheare. Which with their finny oars the swelling sea did Good both for erthly med'cine and for herenly food.

They pourd in soveraine balme and nectar good, Soone as they bene arriv'd upon the brim Tho, when the lilly-handed Liagore Of the rich strond, their charets they forlore, (This Liagore whilome had learned skill And let their temed fishes softly swim

In leaches craft, by great Apolloes lore, Along the margent of the fomy shore,

Sith her whilome upon high Pindus hill Least they their finnes should bruze, and surbate He loved, and at last her wombe did fill Their tender feete upon the stony grownd: [sore With hevenly seed, whereof wise Päeon sprong) And comming to the place, where all in gore Did feele his pulse, shee knew there staied still And cruddy blood enwallowed they fownd

Some litle life bis feeble sprites emong; [filong The lucklesse Marinell lying in deadly swownd. Which to his mother told, despeyre she from her

Tho, up him taking in their tender hands, But nothing might relent her hasty Aight;
They easely unto her charett beare:

So deepe the deadly feare of that foule swaine Her teme at her commaundement quiet stands, Was earst impressed in her gentle spright : Whiles they the corse into her wagon reare, Like as a fearefull dove, which through the raine And strowe with flowres the lamentable beare: Of the wide ayre her way does cut amaine, Then all the rest into their coches clim,

Having farre off espyde a tassell gent, And through the brackish waves their passage sheare; Which after her his nimble winges doth straine, Upon great Neptunes necke they softly swim, Doubleth her hast for feare to bee for-hent, And to her watry chamber swiftly carry him. And with her pineons cleaves the liquid firmament. Deepe in the bottome of the sea, her bowre With no lesse hast, and eke with no lesse dreed, Is built of hollow billowes heaped hye,

That fearefull ladie fledd from him that ment Like to thicke clouds that threat a stormy showre, To her no evill thought nor evill deed; And vauted all within like to the skye,

Yet former feare of being fowly shent In which the gods doe dwell eternally:

Carried her forward with her first intent: There they him laide in easy couch well dight; And though, oft looking backward, well she vewde And sent in haste for Tryphon, to apply

Herselfe freed from that foster insolent, Salves to his wounds, and medicines of might: And that it was a knight which now her sewde, Por Tryphon of sea-gods the soveraine leach is hight. Yet she no lesse the knight feard then that villein

rude. The whiles the nymphes sitt all about him rownd, Lamenting his mishap and heavy plight;

His uncouth shield and straunge armes her dismayd, And ofte his mother, vewing his wide wownd, Whose like in Faery lond were seldom seene; Cursed the hand that did so deadly smight

That fast she from him fledd, no lesse afrayd Her dearest sonne, her dearest harts delight : Then of wilde beastes if she had chased beene : But none of all those curses overtooke

Yet he her followd still with corage keene
The warlike maide, th' ensample of that might; So long, that now the golden Hesperus
But fayrely well shce thryvd, and well did brooke Was mounted high in top of Heaven sheene,
Her noble deedes, ne her right course for ought for- And warnd his other brethren ioyeous

To light their blessed lamps in loves eternall hous. Yet did false Archimage her still pursew,

All suddeinly dim wox the dampish ayre, To bring to passe his mischievous intent,

And griesly shadowes covered Heaven bright, Now that he had her singled from the crew That now with thousand starres was decked fayre : Of courteous knights, the prince and Fary gent, Which when the prince beheld, a lothfull sight, Whom late in chace of beauty excelleut

And that perforce, for want of lenger light, Shee lefte, pursewing that same foster strong; He mote surceasse his suit, and lose the hope Of whose fowle outrage they impatient,

Of his long labour; he gan fowly wyte And full of firy zele, him followed long, (wrong. His wicked fortune that had turnd aslope, To reskew her from shame, and to revenge her and cursed Night that reft from him so goodly scope. Through thick and thin, through mountains and Tho, when her wayes he could no more descry, through playns,

But to and fro at disaventure strayd; Those two great champions did attonce pursew Like as a ship, whose lodestar suddeinly The fearefull damzell with incessant payns ; Covered with clouds her pilott hath dismayd; Who from them fled, as light-foot hare from vew His wearisome pursuit perforce he stayd, Of hunter swifte and sent of howndës trew. And from his loftie steed dismounting low At last they came unto a double way;

Did let him forage: downe himselfe he layd Where, doubtfull which to take, her to reskéw, Upon the grassy ground to sleepe a throw; Themselves they did dispart, each to assay The cold earth was his couch, the hard steele his Whether more happy were to win so goodly pray.

pillów. But Timias, the princes gentle squyre,

But gentle Sleepe envyde him any rest; That ladies love unto bis lord forlent,

Instead thereof sad sorow and disdaine And with proud envy and indignant yre

Of his bard harp did vexe his noble brest, After that wicked foster fiercely went:

And thousand fancies bett his ydle brayne So beene they three, three sondry wayes y bent : With their light wings, the sights of semblants raine: But fayrest fortune to the prince befell;

Oft did he wish that lady faire mote bee Whose chaunce it was, that soone he did repent, His Faery queene, for whom he did complaine ; To take that way in which that damozell

Or that his Faery queene were such as shee: Was fedd afore, affraid of him as feend of Hell. And ever hasty Night he blamed bitterlie: At last of her far off he gained vew:

“ Night! thou fowle mother of annoyaunce sad, Then gan he freshly pricke his fomy steed, Sister of heavie Death, and pourse of Woe, And ever as he nigher to ber drew,

Which wast begot in Heaven, but for thy bad So evermore he did increase his speed,

And brutish shape thrust downe to Hell below, And of each turning still kept wary heed :

Where, by the grim floud of Cocytus slow, Alowd to her he oftentimes did call

Thy dwelling is in Herebus black hous, To doe away vaine doubt and needlesse dreed : (Black Herebus, thy husband, is the foe Full myld to her he spake, and oft let fall Of all the gods) where thou ungratious Many meeke wordes to stay and comfort her withall. Halfe of thy dayes doest lead in borrour hideons ;

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“ What had th' Eternal Maker need of thee
The world in his continuall course to keepe,
That doest all thinges deface, ne lettest see

The beautie of his worke? Indeed in sleepe
The slouthfull body that doth love to steepe
His lustlesse limbes, and drowne his baser mind,

Prince Arthur hears of Florimell:
Doth praise thee oft, and oft from Stygian deepe

Three fosters Timias wound; Calls thee his goddesse, in his errour blind,

Belphæbe findes him almost dead, And great dame Natures handmaide chearing every

And reareth out of swownd. kind.

Wonder it is to see in diverse mindes “ But well I wote that to an beavy hart

How diversly Love doth his pageants play,
Thou art the roote and nourse of bitter cares, And shewes his powre in variable kindes :
Breeder of new, renewer of old smarts;

The baser wit, whose ydle thoughts alway
Instead of rest thou lendest rayling teares; Are wont to cleave unto the lowly clay,
Instead of sleepe thou sendest troublous feares It stirreth up to sensuall desire,
And dreadfull visions, in the which alive

And in lewd slouth to wast his careless day;
The dreary image of sad Death appeares : But in brave sprite it kindles goodly fire,
So from the wearie spirit thou doest drive That to all high desert and honour doth aspire.
Desired rest, and men of happinesse deprive.

Ne suffereth it uncomely Idlenesse “ Under thy mantle black their hidden lye In bis free thought to build her sluggish nest; Light-shonning Thefte, and traiterous Intent, Ne suffereth it thought of ungentlenesse Abhorred Bloodshed, and vile Felony,

Ever to creepe into his noble brest; Shamefull Deceipt, and Daunger imminent, But to the highest and the worthiest Fowle Horror, and eke hellish Dreriment:

Lifteth it up that els would lowly fall : All these I wote in thy protection bee,

It lettes not fall, it lettes it not to rest ; And light doc shonne, for feare of being shent: It lettes not scarse this prince to breath at all, For light ylike is loth'd of them and thee;

But to his first poursuit him forward still doth call: And all, that lewdnesse love, doe hate the light to see.

Who long time wandred through the forest wyde “ For Day discovers all dishonest wayes,

To finde some issue thence; till that at last
And sheweth each thing as it is in deed :

He met a dwarfe that seemed terrifyde
The prayses of high God he faire displayes, With some late perill which he hardly past,
And his large bountie rightly doth areed :

Or other accident which him aghast ;
Dayes dearest children be the blessed seed

Of whom he asked, whence he lately came, Which Darknesse shall subdue and Heaven win: And whether now he traveiled so fast : Truth is his daughter; he her first did breed For sore he swat, and, ronning through that same Most sacred virgin without spot of sinne :

Thicke forest, was bescracht, and both his feet nigb Our life is day; but death with darknesse doth be

lame. gin.

Panting for breath, and alınost out of hart, “ 0, when will Day then tume to me againe, The dwarfe him answerd; “ Sir, ill mote I stay And bring with him his long-expected light! To tell the same: I lately did depart 0, Titan! hast to reare thy joyous waine;

From Faery court, where I have many a day Speed thee to spred abroad thy beamës bright, Served a gentle lady of great sway And chace away this too long lingring night; And high accompt throughout all Elfin land, Chace her away, from whence she came, to Hell : Who lately left the same, and tooke this way: She, she it is, that hath me done despight:

Her now I seeke; and if ye understand (haud." There let her with the damned spirits dwell, Which way she fared hath, good sir, tell out of And yield her rowme to day, that can it governe well."

“What mister wight,” saide he, “and how arayd?"

“ Royally clad," quoth he,“ in cloth of gold, Thus did the prince that wearie night outweare As meetest may beseeme a noble mayd; In restlesse anguish and unquiet paine;

Her faire lockes in rich circlet be enrold, And earely, ere the Morrow did upreare

A fayrer wight did never Sunne behold; His deawy head out of the ocean maine,

And on a palfrey rydes more white their snow, He up arose, as halfe in great disdaine,

Yet she herselfe is whiter manifold;
And cloinbe unto his steed: so forth be went The surest signe, whereby ye may her know,
With heavy looke and lumpish pace, that plaine Is, that she is the fairest wight alive, I trow."
In him bewraid great grudge and maltalent:
His steed eke seemd t apply his steps to his intent. “ Now certes, swaine," saide he, “such one, I weene,

Fast flying through this forest from her fo,
A foule ill-favoured foster, I have seene;
Herselfe, well as I might, I reskewd tho,
But could not stay; sa fast she did foregoe,
Carried away with wings of speedy feare."
“Ah! dearest God," quoth he, " that is great woe,
And wondrous ruth to all that shall it heare:
Butcan ye read, sir, how I may her finde, or where?

" Perdy me lever were to weeten that,”

Nathlesse the villein sped himselfe so well, Saide he, “ then ransome of the richest knight, Whether through swiftnesse of his speedie beast, Or all the good that ever yet I gat:

Or knowledge of those woods where he did dwell, But froward fortune, and too forward night, That shortly he from daunger was releast, Such happinesse did, maulgre, to me spight, And out of sight escaped at the least; And fro me reft both life and light attone.

Yet not escaped from the dew reward But, dwarfe, aread what is that lady bright Of his bad deedes, which daily he increast, That through this forest wandretb thus alone ; Ne ceased not, till him oppressed hard [pard. For of her errour straunge I have great ruth and The heavie plague that for such leachours is premone."

For, soone as he was vanisht out of sight, " That ladie is,” quoth he, “ whereso she bee,

His coward courage gan emboldned bee, The bountiest virgin and most debonaire

And cast t'avenge him of that fowle despight That ever living eye, I weene, did see :

Which he had borne of his bold enimee: Lives none this day that may with her compare

Tho to his brethren came, (for they were three In stedfast chastitie and vertue rare,

Ungrations children of one gracelesse syre) The goodly ornaments of beauty bright;

And unto them complayned how that he

Had used beene of that foole-hardie squyre:
And is ycleped Florimell the fayre,
Faire Florimell belor'd of many a knight,

So them with bitter words he stird to bloodie yre. Yet she loves none but one, that Marinell is hight; Forthwith themselves with their sad instruments

Of spoyle and murder they gan arme bylive, “ A sea-nymphes sonne, that Marinell is hight,

And with him foorth into the forrest went Of my deare dame is loved dearely well;

To wreake the wrath, which he did earst revive In other none, but him, she sets delight;

In there sterne brests, on bim wbich late did drive All her delight is set on Marinell;

Their brother to reproch and shamefull flight: But he sets nought at all by Florimell:

For they had vow'd that never he alive For ladies love his motber long ygoe

Out of that forest should escape their might; Did him, they say, forwarne through sacred speli : Vile rancour their rude harts had fild with such deBut fame now flies, that of a forreine foe

spight. He is yslaine, which is the ground of all our woe.

Within that wood there was a covert glade, “ Five daies there be since he (they say) was slaine, Foreby a narrow foord, to them well knowne, And fowre since Florimell the court forwent, Through which it was uneath for wight to wade; And vowed never to returne againe

And now by fortune it was overflowne: Till him alive or dead she did invent.

By that same way they knew that squyre unknowne Therefore, faire sit, for love of knighthood gent Mote algates passe; forthy themselves they set And honour of trew ladies, if ye may

There in await with thicke woods overgrowne, By your good counsell, or bold hardiment,

And all the while their malice they did whet [let. Or succour her, or me direct the way,

With cruell threats bis passage through the ford to Do onc or other good, I you most humbly pray:

It fortuned, as they devized had, “ So may ye gaine to you full great renowme The gentle squyre came ryding that same way, Of all good ladies through the worlde so wide, Unweeting of their wile and treason bad, And haply in her bart finde highest rowme And through the ford to passen did assay; Of whom ye seeke to be most magnifide!

But that fierce foster, which late fied away, At least eternall meede shall you abide.”

Stoutly foorth stepping on the further shore, To whom the prince; “Dwarfe, comfort to thee take; | Him boldly bad his passage there to stay, For, till thou tidings learne what her betide, Till he had made amends, and full restore I here arow thee never to forsake: [sake.” For all the damage which he had him doen afore. Ill weares he armes, that nill them use for ladies

With that, at him a quiv'ring dart he threw So with the dwarfe he back retourn'd againe, With so fell force, and villeinous despite, To seeke his lady, where he mote her finde ; That through his haberieon the forkehead flew, But by the way be greatly gan complaine And through the linked mayles empierced quite, The want of his good squire late left behinde, But had no powre in his soft flesh to bite: For whom he wondrous pensive grew in minde, That stroke the hardy squire did sore displease, For doubt of daunger which mote bim betide; But more that bim he could not come to smite ; For bim he loved above all mankinde,

For by no meanes the high banke he could sease, Having him trew and faithfull ever tride,

But labour'd long in that deepe ford with vaine dise And bold, as ever squyre that waited by knights side: Who all this while full hardly was assayd

And still the foster with his long bore-speare Of deadly daunger which to him betidd:

Him kept from landing at his wished will: For, whiles his lord pursewd that noble mayd, Anone one sent out of the thicket neare After that foster fowle he fiercely ridd

A cruell shaft headed with deadly ill, To bene avenged of the shame he did

And fethered with an unlucky quill; To that faire damzell: him he chaced long [hid | The wicked steele stayd not tillit did light Through the thicke woods wherein he vould have In his left thigh, and deepely did it thrill: His shamefull head from his avengement strong, Exceeding griefe that wound in him empight, And oft him threatned death for his outrageous But more that with his foes he could not come to wrong.



At last, through wrath and vengeaunce, making way | Shee on a day, as shee pursewd the chace
He on the bancke arryvd with mickle payne ; Of some wilde beast, which with her arrowes keene
Where the third brother bim did sore assay, She wounded had, the same along did trace
And drove at him with all his might and mayne By tract of blood, which she had freshly seene
A forest-bill, which both his hands did strayne;' To have besprinckled all the grassy greene;
But warily he did avoide the blow,

By the great persue which she there perceav'd, And with his speare requited him agayne,

Well hoped shee the beast engor'd had beene, That both his sides were thrilled with the throw, And made more haste the life to have bereav'd : And a large streame of bloud out of the wound did But ah! ber expectation greatly was deceav'd. flow.

Shortly she came whereas that woefull squire He, tombling downe, with gnashing teeth did bite

With blood deformed lay in deadly swownd; The bitter earth, and bad to lett him in

In whose faire eyes, like lamps of quenched fire, Into the balefull house of endlesse night,

The christall humor stood congealed rownd; Where wicked ghosts doe waile their former sin.

His locks, like faded leares fallen to grownd, Tho gan the battaile freshly to begin;

Knotted with blood in bounches rudely ran; For nathëmore for that spectacle bad

And his sweete lips, on which before that stownd Did th' other two their cruell vengeaunce blin,

The bud of youth to blossome faire began, But both attonce on both sides him bestad,

Spoild of their rosy red were woxen pale and wan. And load upon him layd, his life for to have had. Tho when that villayn he aviz'd, which late

Saw never living eie more heavy sight,

That could have mado a rocke of stone to rew, Affrighted had the fairest Florimell,

Or rive in twaine: which when thatlady bright, Full of fiers fury and indignant hate

Besides all hope, with melting eies did vew,
To him he turned, and with rigor fell
Smote him so rudely on the pannikell,

All suddeinly abasht shee chaunged hew,
That to the chin he clefte his head in twaine :

And with sterne horror backward gan to start: Downe on the ground his carkas groveling fell ;

But, when shee better him beheld, shee grew His sinfull sowle with desperate disdaine

Full of soft passion and unwonted smart: Out of her fleshly ferme Bed to the place of paine.

The point of pitty percell through her tender hart. That seeing, now the only last of three

Meekely shee bowed downe, to weete if life Who with that wicked sbafte him wounded had;

Yett in his frosen members did remaine; Trembling with horror, (as that did foresee

And, feeling by his pulses beating rife The fearefull end of his avengement sad,

That the weake sowle her seat did yett retaine, Through which he follow should bis brethren bad,) Shee cast to comfort him with busy paine: His bootelesse bow in feeble hand upcaught,

His double-folded necke she reard upright, And therewith shott an arrow at the lad;

And rubd his temples and each trembling vaine; Which fayntly fluttring scarce his helmet raught,

His mayled haberieon she did undight, And glauncing fel to ground, but him annoyed And from his head his heavy burganet did light. naught.

Into the woods thenceforth in haste shee went, With that, he would have fled into the wood; To seeke for hearbes that mote him remedy; But Timias him lightly overhent,

For shee of herbes had great intendiment, Right as he entring was into the flood,

Taught of the nymphe which from her infancy And strooke at him with force so violent,

Her nourced had in trew nobility : That headlesse him into the foord he sent; There, whether yt divine tobacco were, The carcas with the streame was carried downe, Or panachæa, or polygony, But th' head fell backeward on the continent; She fownd, and brought it to her patient deare, So mischief fel upon the meaners crowne : Who al this while lay bleding out his hart-blood They three be dead with shamc; the squire lives with renowne:

The soveraine weede betwixt two marbles plaine He lives, but takes small ioy of his renowne; Shee pownded small, and did in peeces bruze; For of that cruell wound he bled so sore,

And then atweene her lilly handës twaine That from his steed he fell in deadly swowne; Into his wound the juice thereof did scruze; Yet still the blood forth gusht in so great store, And round about, as she could well it uze, That he lay wallowd all in b's owne gore.

The flesh therewith she suppled and did steepe, Now God thee keepe! thou gentlest squire alive, T'abate all spasme and soke the swelling bruze; Els shall thy loving lord thee see no more;

And, after having searcht the intuse deepe,
But both of comfort him thou shalt deprive, She with her scarf did bind the wound, from cold
And eke thyselfe of honor which thou didst atchive.

to keepe.
Providence hevenly passeth living thought, By this he had sweet life recur'd agayne,
And doth for wretched mens reliefe make way; And, groning inly decpe, at last his eies,
Por loe! great grace or fortune thether brought His watry eies drizling like deawy rayne,
Comfort to him that comfortlesse now lay.

He up gan lifte toward the azure skies,
In those same woods ye well remember may From whence descend all hopelesse remedies :
How that a nobie hunteresse did wonne,

Therewith he sigh’d; and, turning him aside, Shee, that base Braggadochio did affray,

The goodly maide full of divinities And made him fast out of the forest roone; And gists of heavenly grace he by him spide, Belphæbe was her name, as faire as. Phoebus sunne. lier bow and gilden quiver lying him beside,


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