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There now he lives in everlasting ioy,
With many of the gods in company

CANTO VII.
Which thether baunt, and with the winged boy,
Sporting himselfe in safe felicity :

The witches sonne loves Florimell:
Who when he hath with spoiles and cruelty

She flyes; he faines to dy. Ransackt the world, and in the wofull harts

Satyraue saves the Squyre of Dames
Of many wretches set his triumphes hye,

From gyaunts tyranny.
Thether resortes, and, laying his sad dartes
Asyde, with faire Adonis playes his wanton partes. Like as an hynd forth singled from the heard,
And his trew love, faire Psyche, with him playes;

That hath escaped from a ravenous beast,

Yet flyes away of her owne feete afeard;
Fayre Psyche, to him lately reconcyld,
After long troubles and unmeet upbrayes,

And every leafe, that shaketh with the least
With which his mother Venus her revyld,

Murmure of winde, her terror hath encreast : And eke himselfe her cruelly exyld :

So fledd fayre Florimell from her vaine feare,

Long after she from perill was releast :
But now in stedfast love and happy state

Each shade she saw, and each noyse she did heare,
She with bim lives, and hath bim borne a chyld,
Pleasure, that doth both gods and men aggrate,

Did seeme to be the same which she escapt whileare.
Pleasure, the daughter of Cupid and Psyche late.

All that same evening she in flying spent,

And all that night her course continewed : Hether great Venus brought this infant fayre, Ne did she let dull sleepe once to relent The yonger daughter of Chrysogonee,

Nor wearinesse to slack her hast, but fed And unto Psyche with great trust and care

Ever alike, as if her former dred Committed her, yfostered to bee

Were hard bebind, her ready to arrest : And trained up in trew feminitee:

And her white palfrey, having conquered
Who no lesse carefully her tendered

The maistring raines out of her weary wrest,
Then her owne daughter Pleasure, to whom shee Perforce her carried where ever he thought best.
Made her companion, and her lessoned
In all the lore of love and goodly womanbead. So long as breath and bable puissaunce

Did native corage unto him supply,
In which when she to perfect ripenes grew,

His pace he freshly forward did advaunce, Of grace and beautie noble paragone,

And carried her beyond all jeopardy ; She brought her forth into the worldës vew,

But nought that wanteth rest can long aby: To be th' ensample of true love alone,

He, having through incessant traveill spent And lodestarre of all chaste affectione

His force, at last perforce adowne did ly, To all fayre ladies that doe live on grownd.

Ne foot could further move: the lady gent
To Faery court she came; where many one

Thereat was suddein strook with great astonishment;
Admyrd ber goodly haveour, and fownd
His feeble hart wide launched with loves cruel And, forst t' alight, on foot mote algates fare
wownd.

A traveiler unwonted to such way;

Need teacheth her this lesson hard and rare, But she to none of them her love did cast,

That Fortune all in equall launce doth stay, Save to the noble knight, sir Scudamore,

And mortall miseries doth make her play. To whom her loving hart she linked fast

So long she traveild, till at length she came In faithfull love, t' abide for evermore;

To an hilles side, which did to her bewray And for his dearest sake endured sore,

A litle valley subiect to the same,
Sore trouble of an hainous enimy,

All coverd with thick woodes that quite it over-
Who her would forced have to have forlore
Her former love and stedfast loialty;
As ye may elswhere reade that ruefull history.

Through th' tops of the high trees she did descry
A litle smoke, whose vapour thin and light

Reeking aloft uprolled to the sky :
But well I weene ye first desire to learne

Which chearefull signe did send unto her sight What end unto that fearefull damozell,

That in the same did wonne some living wight. Which fledd so fast from that same foster stearne

Eftsoones her steps she thereunto applyd, Whom with his brethren Timias slew, befell :

And came at last in weary wretched plight That was, to weet, the goodly Florimell;

Unto the place, to which her hope did guyde Who wandring for to seeke her lover deare,

To finde some refuge there, and rest her wearie Her lover deare, her dearest Marinell,

syde.
Into misfortune fell, as ye did beare,
And from prince Arthure fled with wings of idle There in a gloomy hollow glen she found
feare.

A little cottage, built of stickes and reedes
In homely wize, and wald with sods around;
lu which a witch did dwell, in loathly weedes
And wilfull want, all carelesse of her peedes;
So choosing solitarie to abide
Far from all neighbours, that her divelish deedes
And hellish arts from people she might hide,
And hurt far off unknowne whomever she envíde.

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The damzell there arriving entred in;

Softly at last he gan his mother aske, Where sitting on the flore the hag she found What mister wight that was, and whence deriv'd, Busie (as seem'd) about some wicked gin:

That in so straunge disguizement there did maske, Who, soone as she beheld that suddein stound, And by what accident she there arriv'd ? Lightly upstarted from the dustie gronnd, But she, as one nigh of her wits depriv'd, And with fell looke and hollow deadly gaze With nought but ghastly lookes him answered; Stared on her awhile, as one astound,

Like to a ghost, that lately is reviv'd Ne had one word to speake for great amaze; From Stygian shores where late it wandered : But shewd by outward signes that dread her sence So both at her, and each at other wondered: did daze.

But the fayre virgin was so meeke and myld, At last, turning her feare to foolish wrath,

That she to them vouchsafed to embace She askt, What devill had her thether brought,

Her goodly port, and to their senses vyld And who she was, and what unwonted path

Her gentle speach applyde, that in short space Had guided her, unwelcomed, unsought?

She grew familiare in that desert place. To which the damzell full of doubtfull thought During which time the chorle, through her so kind Her mildly answer'd; “ Beldame, be not wroth

And courteise use, conceiv'd affection bace, With silly virgin, by adventure brought

And cast to love her in his brutish mind; Unto your dwelling, ignorant and loth, [blo’th.” No love, but brutish lust, that was so beastly tind. That crave but rowme to rest while tempest over

Closely the wicked fame his bowels brent,
With that adowne out of her christall eyne

And shortly grew into outrageous fire;
Few trickling teares she softly forth let fall, Yet bad he not the hart, nor hardiment,
That like two orient perles did purely shyne As unto her to utter his desire;
Upon her snowy cheeke; and therewithall

His caytive thought durst not so high aspire: She sighed soft, that none so bestiall

But with soft sighes and lovely semblaunces Nor salvage hart but ruth of her sad plight

He ween'd that his affection' entire Would make to melt, or pitteously appall; She should aread; many resemblaunces And that vile hag, all were her whole delight To her he made, and many kinde remembraunces. In mischiefe, was much moved at so pitteous sight;

Oft from the forrest wildings he did bring, And gan recomfort her, in her rude wyse,

Whose sides empurpled were with smyling red; With womanish compassion of her plaint,

And oft young birds, which he had taught to sing Wiping the teares from her suffused eyes,

His maistresse praises sweetly caroled : And bidding ber sit downe to rest her faint Girlonds of flowres sometimes for her faire hed And wearie limbs awhile: she nothing quaint He fine would dight; sometimes the squirrel wild Nor 'sdeignfull of so homely fashion,

He brought to her in bands, as conquered Sith brought she was now to so hard constraint, To be her thrall, his fellow-servant vild: Sate downe upon the dusty ground anon;

All which she of him tooke with countenance meeke
As glad of that small rest, as bird of tempest gon. and mild.
Tho gan she gather up her garments rent,

But, past a while, when she fit season saw
And her loose lockes to dight in order dew
With golden wreath and gorgeous ornament;

To leave that desert mansion, she cast
Whom such whenas the wicked hag did vew,

In secret wize herselfe thence to withdraw, She was astonisht at her heavenly hew,

For feare of mischiefe, which she did forecast

Might by the witch or by her sonne compast: And doubted her to deeme an earthly wight,

Her weare palfrey, closely as she might, But or some goddesse, or of Dianes crew,

Now well recovered after long repast, And thought her to adore with humble spright:

In his proud furnitures she freshly dight, T adore thing so divine as beauty were but right.

His late miswandred wayes now to remeasure right This wicked woman had a wicked sonne, The comfort of her age and weary dayes,

And earely, ere the dawning day appear id, A laesy loord, for nothing good to donne,

She forth issewed, and on her iourney went ; But stretched forth in ydlenesse alwayes,

She went in perill, of each noyse affeard, Ne ever cast his mind to covet prayse,

And of each shade that did itselfe present; Or ply himselfe to any honest trade;

For still she feared to be overhent But all the day before the sunny rayes

Of that vile hag, or her uncivile sonne ; He us'd to slug, or sleepe in slothfull shade:

Who when, too late awaking, well they kent Such laesinesse both lewd and poore attonce him That their fayre guest was gone, they both begoune made.

Tomake exceeding mone as they had beene undonne. He, comming home at undertime, there found But that lewd lover did the most lament The fayrest creature that he ever saw

For her depart, that ever man did heare; Sitting beside his mother on the ground;

He knockt his brest with desperate intent, The sight whereof did greatly bim adaw,

And scratcht his face, and with his teeth did teare And his base thought with terrour and with aw His rugged flesh, and rent his ragged heare: So inly smot, that as one, which hath gaz'd That his sad mother seeing his sore plight On the bright Suone unwares, doth soone withdraw was greatly woe-begon, and gan to feare His feeble eyne with too much brightnes daz'd; Least his fraite senses were emperisht quight, So stared he on her, and stood long while amaz’d. And love tofrenzy turnds sith love isfranticke hight.

All wayes shee sought him to restore to plight, The monster, ready on the pray to sease, With herbs, with charms, with counsell, and with Was of his forward hope deceived quight; teares;

Ne durst assay to wade the perlous seas, But tears, nor charms, nor herbs, nor counsell, might But, greedily long gaping at the sight, Asswage the fury which his entrails teares : At last in vaine was forst to turne his flight, So strong is passion that no reason heares ! And tell the idle tidings to his dame: Tho, when all other helpes she saw to faile, Yet, to avenge his divelish despight, She turnd herselfe backe to her wicked leares; He set upon her palfrey tired lame, And by her divelish arts thought to prevaile And slew him cruelly ere any reskew came: To bring her backe againe, or worke her finall bale.

And, after having him embowelled Eftsoones out of her hidden cave she cald

To fill his hellish gorge, it chaunst a knight An hideous beast of horrible aspect,

To passe that way, as forth he traveiled : That could the stoutest corage hare appald; Yt was a goodly swaine, and of great might, Monstrous, mishapt, and all his backe was spect As ever man that bloody field did fight; With thousand spots of colours queint elect; But in vain sheows, that wont yong knights bewitch, Thereto so swifte that it all beasts did pas: And courtly services, tooke no delight; Like never yet did living eie detect;

But rather ioyd to bee than seemen sich : But likest it to an hyena was

For both to be and seeme to him was labor lich. That feeds on wemens flesh, as others feede on gras.

It was to weete the good sir Satyrane It forth she cald, and gave it streight in charge That raungd abrode to seeke adventures wilde, Through thicke and thin her to poursew apace, As was his wont, in forest and in plaine : Ne once to stay to rest, or breath at large, He was all armd in rugged steele unfilde, Till her hee had attaind and brought in place, As in the smoky forge it was compilde, Or quite devourd her beauties scornefull grace. And in his scutchiu bore a satyres hedd: The monster, swifte as word that from her went, He comming present, where the monster vilde Went forth in haste, and did her footing trace Upon that milke-white palfreyes carcas fedd, So sure and swiftly, throngh his perfect sent Unto his reskew ran, and greedily him spedd. And passing speede, that shortly be her overhent.

There well perceivd he that it was the horse Whom when the fearefull damzell nigh espide, Whereon faire Florimell was wont to ride, No need to bid her fast away to flie;

That of that feend was rent without remorse : That ugly shape so sore her terrifide,

Much feared he least ought did ill betide That it she shund no lesse then dread to die; To that faire maide, the flowre of wemens pride; And her fitt palfrey did so well apply

For her he dearely loved, and in all His nimble feet to her conceived feare,

His famous conquests highly magnifide: That whilest his breath did strength to him supply, Besides, her golden girdle, which did fall From perill free he her away did beare;

From her in flight, he fownd, that did him sore apall. But, when his forcegan faile, bis pace gan wex areare.

Full of sad feare and doubtfull agony Which whenas she perceiv'd, she was dismayd Fiercely he flew upon that wicked feend; At that same last extremity ful sore,

And with huge strokes and cruell battery And of her safety greatly grew afrayd:

Him forst to leave his pray, for to attend And now she gan approch to the sea shore, Himselfe from deadly daunger to defend : As it befell, that she could flie no more,

Full many wounds in his corrupted flesh But yield herselfe to spoile of greedinesse: He did engrave, and muchell blood did spend, Lightly she leaped, as a wight forlore,

Yet might not doe him die ; but aie more fresh From her dull horse, in desperate distresse, And fierce he still appeard, the more he did him And to her feet betooke her doubtfull sickernesse.

thresh. Not halfe so fast the wicked Myrrha fled

He wist not how him to despoile of life,
Prom dread of her revenging fathers hond; Ne how to win the wished victory,
Nor balfe so fast to save her maydenhed

Sith him he saw still stronger grow through strife,
Fled fearefull Daphne on th' Ægæan strond ; And himselfe weaker through infirmity :
As Florimell fled from that monster yond,

Greatly he grew enrag'd, and furiously To reach the sea ere she of him were raught: Hurling his sword away he lightly lept For in the sea to drowne herselfe she fond,

Upon the beast, that with great cruelty Rather then of the tyrant to be caught: (taught. Rored and raged to be underkept; Thereto fear gave her wings, and need her corage Yet he perforce him held, and strokes upon him hept. It fortuned (High God did so ordaine)

As he that strives to stop a suddein flood, As shee arrived on the roving shore,

And in strong bancks his violence enclose, In minde to leape into the mighty maine,

Forceth it swell above his wonted mood, A little bote lay hoving her before,

And largely overflow the fruitfull plaine, In which there slept a fisher old and pore, That all the countrey seemes to be a maine, The whiles his nets were drying on the sand : And the rich furrowes flote, all quite fordonne : Into the same shee lept, and with the ore The wofull husbandman doth lowd complaine Did thrust the shallop from the floting strand : To see his whole yeares labor lost so soone, So safety fownd at sea, which she fownd not at land. For which to God he made so many an idle boone,

so him he held, and did through might amate: Yet, therewith sore enrag'd, with sterne regard So long he beld him, and him bett so long, Her dreadfull weapon she to him addrest, That at the last his fiercenes gan abate,

Which ou his helmet martelled so hard And meekely stoup uisto the victor strong: That made him low incline his lofty crest, Who, to avenge the implacable wrong

And bowd his battred visour to his brest : Which he supposed donne to Florimell,

Wherewith he was so stund that he n'ote ryde, Sought by all meanes his dolor to prolong, But reeled to and fro from east to west : Sith dint of steele his carcas could not quell; Which when his cruell enimy espyde, His maker with her charmes had framed him so well. She lightiy unto him adioyned syde to syde; The golden ribband, which that virgin wore And, on his collar laying puissant hand, About her sclender waste, he tooke in hand, Out of his wavering seat him pluckt perforse, And with it bownd the beast that lowd did rore Perforse him pluckt unable to withstand For great despight of that unwonted band, Or helpe himselfe ; and laying thwart her horse, Yet dared not his victor to withstand,

In loathly wise like to a carrion corse, But trembled like a lambe fed from the pray: She bore him fast away: which when the knight And all the way him followd on the strand, That her pursewed saw, with great remorse As he had long bene learned to obay;

He neare was touched in his noble spright, Yet never learned he such service till that day. And gan encrease his speed as she encreast her

flight. Thus as he led the beast along the way, He spide far off a mighty giauntesse

Whom whenas nigh approching she espyde, Fast Aying, on a courser dapled gray,

She threw away her burden angrily; From a bold knight that with great hardinesse For she list not the batteill to abide, Her hard pursewd, and sought for to suppresse :

But made herseife more light away to fly: She bore before her lap a dolefull squire,

Yet her the hardy knight pursewd so nye Lying athwart her horse in great distresse, That almost in the backe he oft her strake: Fast bounden hand and foote with cords of wire, But still, when him at hand she did espy, Whom she did meane to make the thrall of her she turnd, and semblaunce of faire fight did make; desire.

But, when he stayd, to flight againe she did her take. Which whenas Satyrane beheld, in haste

By this the good sir Satyrane gan wake He lefte his captive beast at liberty,

Out of bis dreame that did him long entraunce, And crost the nearest way, by which he cast

And, seeing none in place, he gan to make Her to encounter ere she passed by;

Exceeding mone, and curst thet cruell chaunce But she the way shund nathëmore forthy,

Which reft from him so faire a chevisaunce : But forward gallopt fast; which when he spyde, At length he spyde whereas that wofull squyre, His mighty speare he couched warily,

Whom he had reskewed from captivaunce And at her ran ; she, having him descryde, Of his strong foe, lay tombled in the myre, Herselfe to fight addrest, and threw her lode aside. Unable to arise, or foot or hand to styre. Like as a goshauke, that in foote doth beare

To whom approching, well be mote perceive A trembling culver, having spide on hight

In that fowle plight a comely personage An eagle that with plumy wings doth sheare

And lovely face, made fit for to deceive The subtile ayre stouping with all his might,

Fraile ladies hart with loves consuming rage, The quarrey throwes to ground with fell despight,

Now in the blossome of his freshest age : And to the batteiil doth herselfe prepare:

He reard him up and loosd his yron bands, So ran the geauntesse unto the fight;

And after gan inquire his parentage, Her fyrie eyes with furious sparkes did stare,

And how he fell into that gyaunts hands, And with blasphémous bannes High God in peeces And who that was which chaced her along the lands.

tare. She caught in hand an huge great yron mace,

Then trembling yet through feare the squire bespake; Wherewith she many had of life depriv'd ;

“That geauntesse Argantè is behight, But, ere the stroke could seize his aymed place,

A daughter of the Titans which did make His speare amids her sun-brode shield arriv'd;

Warre against Heven, and heaped hils on hight Yet nathëmore the steele asonder riv'd,

To scale the skyes and put love from his right: All were the beame in bignes like a mast,

Her syre Typhoeus was; who, mad through merth, Ne her out of the stedfast sadle driv'd;

And dronke with blood of men slaine by his night, But, glauncing on the tempred metall, brast

Through incest ber of bis owne mother Earth In thousand shivers, and so forth beside her past.

Whylome begot, being but halfe twin of that berth; Her steed did stagger with that puissaunt strooke; “ For at that berth another babe she bore; But she no more was moved with that might To weet, the mightie Ollyphant, that wrought Then it bad lighted on an aged oke,

Great wreake to many errant knights of yore, Or on the marble pillour that is pight

And many hath to foule confusion brought. Upon the top of mount Olympus bight,

These twinnes, men say,(a thing far passing thought) For the brave youthly champions to assay Whiles in their mothers wombe enclosed they were, With burning charet wheeles it nigh to smite ; Ere they into the lightsom world were brought, But who that smites it mars his joyous play, In fleshly lust were mingled both yfere, And is the spectacle of ruinous decay.

And in that monstrous wise did to the world appere. “ So liv'd they ever after in like sin,

“ To weet, that I my traveill should resume, Gainst natures law and good behaveoure:

And with like labour walke the world arownd, But greatest shame was to that maiden twin; Ne ever to her presence should presume, Who, not content so fowly to devoure

Till I so many other dames had fownd, Her native flesh and staine her brothers bowre, The which, for all the suit I could propownd, Did wallow in all other Aleshly myre,

Would me refuse their pledges to afford, And suffred beastes her body to deflowre;

But did abide for ever chaste and sownd." So whot she burned in that lustfull fyre:

“ Ah! gentle squyre," quoth he, “ tell at one word, Yet all that might not slake her sensuall desyre: How many fownd'st thou such to put in thy record ?" “ But over all the countrie she did raunge, “ Indeed, sir Knight,” said he, "ono word may tell To seeke young men to quench her faming thrust, All that I ever fownd so wisely stayd, And feed her fancy with delightfull chaunge: For onely three they were disposd so well; Whom so she fittest findes to serve her lust, And yet three yeares I now abrode have strayd, Through her maine strength, in which she most doth To find them out.”—“Mote 1,” then laughing sayd She with her bringes into a secret ile, (trust, The knight, “inquire of thee what were those three, Where in eternall bondage dye he must,

The which thy proffred curtesie denayd? Or be the vassall of her pleasures vile,

Or ill they seemed sure avizd to bee, And in all shamefull sort himselfe with her defile. Or brutishly brought up, that nev'rdid fashions see.” “ Me seely wretch she so at vauntage canght, “ The first which then refused me," said hee, After she long in waite for me did lye,

“ Certes was but a common courtisane; And meant unto her prison to have brought, Yet fat refusd to have adoe with mee, Her lothsom pleasure there to satisfye;

Because I could not give her many a jane."
That thousand deathes me lever were to dye (Thereat full hartely laughed Satyrane.)
Then breake the vow that to faire Columbell • The second was an holy nunne to chose,
I plighted have, and yet keepe stedfastly: Which vould not let me be her chappeilane,
As for my name, it mistreth not to tell; [well. Because she knew, she sayd, I would disclose
Call me the Squyre of Dames; that me beseemeth Her counsell, if she should her trust in me repose.
“ But that bold knight, whom ye pursuing saw “ The third a damzell was of low degree,
That geauntesse, is not such as she seemd, Whom I in countrey cottage fownd by chaunce :
But a faire virgin that in martiall law

Full litle weened I that chastitee
And deedes of armes above all dames is deemd, Had lodging in so meane a maintenaunce;
And above many knightes is eke esteemd

Yet was she fayre, and in her countenaunce
For her great wroth : she Palladine is hight: Dwelt simple truth in seemely fashion:
She you from death, you me from dread, redeemd: Long thus I woo'd her with due observaunce,
Ne any may that monster match in fight,

In hope unto my pleasure to have won;
But she, or such as she, that is so chaste a wight.” But was as far at last, as when I first begon.
“ Her well beseemes that quest," quoth Satyrane: “ Safe her, I never any woman found
“But read, thou Squyre of Dames, what vow is this, That chastity did for itselfe embrace,
Which thou upon thyselfe hast lately ta'ne ?" But were for other causes firme and sound;
“ That shall I you recount,” quoth he, ywis, Either for want of handsome time and place,
So be ye pleasd to pardon all amis.

Or else for feare of shame and fowle disgrace. That gentle lady whom I love and serve,

Thus am I hopelesse ever to attaine After long suit and wearie servicis,

My ladies love, in such a desperate case, Did aske me how I could her love deserve,

But all my dayes am like to waste in vaine, And how she might be sure that I would never swerve. Seeking to match the chaste with th’unchaste ladies

traine." “ I, glad by any meanes her grace to gaine, Badd her commaund my life to save or spill: “ Perdy, sayd Satyrane, “thou Squyre of Dames, Eftsoones she badd me with incessaunt paine Great Jabour fondly hast thou hent in hand, To wander through the world abroad at will, To get small thankes, and therewith many blames; And every where, where with my power or skill That may emongst Alcides labours stand.” I might doe service unto gentle dames,

Thence backe returning to the former land, That I the same should faithfully fulfill;

Where late be left the beast he overcame, And at the twelve monethes end sbould bring their He found him not; for he had broke his band, names

And was returud againe unto his dame, And pledges, as the spoiles of my victorious games. To tell what tydings of fayre Florimell became.

“ So well I to faire ladies service did,
And found such favour in their loving hartes,
That, ere the yeare his course had compassid,
Three hundred pledges for my good desartes,
Ane thrice three hundred thanks for my good partes,
I with me brought and did to her present:
Which when she saw, more bent to eke my smartes
Then to reward my trusty true intent,
She gan for me devise a grievous punishment ;

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