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Instead of eyes two burning lampes she set

In silver sockets, shyning like the skyes,

And a quicke moving spirit did arret The witch creates a snowy la

To stirre and roll them like to womens eyes :

Instead of yellow lockes she did devyse dy like to Florimell;

With golden wyre to weave her curled head :
Who wrong'd by carle, by Proteus sav'd,

Yet golden wyre was not so yellow thryse
Is sought by Paridell.

As Florimells fayre heare: and, in the stead

Of life, she put a spright to rule the carcas dead; So oft as I this history record, My bart doth melt with meere compassion, A wicked spright, yfraught with fawning guyle To thinke how causelesse of her owne accord And fayre resemblance above all the rest, This gentle damzell, whom I write upon,

Which with the Prince of Darkenes fell somewhyle Should plonged be in such a fliction,

From Heavens blis and everlasting rest: Without all hope of comfort or reliefe ;

Him needed not instruct which way were best That sure I weene the hardest hart of stone Himselfe to fashion likest Florimell, Would bardly finde to aggravate her griefe: Ne how to speake, ne how to use his gest; For misery craves rather mercy then reprieft. For he in counterfesaunce did excell,

And all the wyles of wemens wits knew passing well. But that accursed hag, her hostesse late, Had so enranckled her malitious hart,

Him shaped thus she deckt in garments gay, That she desyrd th' abridgement of her fate, Which Florimell had left behind her late; Or long enlargement of her painefull smart. That whoso then her saw, would surely say Now when the bcast, which by her wicked art It was herselfe whom it did imitate, Late foorth she sent, she backe retourning spyde Or fayrer then herselfe, if ought algate Tyde with her golden girdle; it a part

Might fayrer be. And then she forth her brought Of her rich spoyles whom he had earst destroyd Unto her sonne that lay in feeble state; She weend, and wondrous gladnes to her hart ap- Who seeing her gan streight upstart, and thought plyde:

She was the lady selfe whom he so long had sought.

And, with it ronning hastly to her sonne,

Tho, fast her clipping twixt his armės twayne, Thought with that sight him much to have relivid; Extremely ioyed in so happy sight, Who, thereby deeming sure the thing as donne, And soone forgot his former sickely payne: His former griefe with furie fresh reviv'd

But she, the more to seeme such as she Much more than earst, and would have algates riv'd | Coyly rebutted his embracement light; The hart out of his brest: for sith her dedd Yet still, with gentle countenaupce, retain'd He surely dempt, himselfe he thought depriv'd Enough to hold a foole in vaine delight: Quite of all hope wherewith he long had fedd Him long she so with shadowes entertain'd, His foolish malady, and long time had misledd. As her creatresse had in charge to her ordain'd: With thought whereof exceeding mad he grew, Till on a day, as he disposed was And in his rage his mother would have slaine, To walke the woodes with that his idole faire, Had she not fled into a secret mew,

Her to disport and idle time to pas Where she was wont her sprightes to entertaine, In th' open freshnes of the gentle aire, The maisters of her art: there was she faine A knight that way there chaunced to repaire; To call them all in order to her ayde,

Yet knight he was not, but a boastfull swaine And them conjure, upon eternall paine,

That deedes of armes had ever in despaire, To counsell her so carefully dismayd

Proud Braggadochio, that in vaunting vaine How she might heale her sonne whose senses were His glory did repose and credit did maintaines decayd.

He, seeing with that chorle so faire a wight By their advice, and her owne wicked wit, Decked with many a costly ornament, She there deviz'd a wondrous worke to frame, Much merveiled thereat, as well he might, Whose like on Earth was never framed yit; And thought that match a fowle disparagement: That even Nature selfe cnvide the same,

His bloody speare eftesoones he boldly bent And grudgod to see the counterfet should shame Against the silly clowne, who dead through feare The thing itselfe: in hand she boldly tooke Fell streight to ground in great astonishment : To make another like the former dame,

“ Villein,” sayd he, “ this lady is my deare; Another Florimell, in shape and looke

Dy, if thou it gainesay: I will away her beare." So lively, and so like, that many it mistooke.

The fearefull chorle durst not gainesay nor dooe, The substance, whereof she the body made, But trembling stood, and yielded him the pray; Was purest snow in massy mould congeald, Who, finding litle leasure her to wooe, Which she bad gathered in a shady glade On Tromparts steed her mounted without stay; Of the Riphæan hils, to her reveald

And without reskew led her quite away. By errant sprights, but from all men conceald : Proud man himselfe then Braggadocbio deem'd, The same she tempred with fine mercury

And next to noue, after that happy day, And virgin wex that never yet was seald,

Being possessed of that spoyle, which seem'd And mingled them with perfect vermily;

The fairest wight on ground and most of mer That like a lively sanguine it seemd to the eye.

esteem'd. VOL III.


But, when he saw himselse free from poursute, For, being fed into the fishers bote
He gan make gentle purpose to bis dame

For refuge from the monsters cruelty,
With termes of love and lewdness. dissolute; Long so she on the mighty maine did flote,
For he could well his glozing speaches frame And with the tide drove forward carelesly;
To such vaine uses that him best became :

For th' ayre was milde and cleared was the skie, But sbe thereto would lend but light regard, And all his windes dau Aeolus did keepe As seeming sory that she ever came

From stirring up their stormy enmity, Into his powre, that used her so bard

As pittying to see her waile and weepe; To reave her honor which she more then life prefard. But all the while the fisher did securely sleepe. Thus as they two of kindnes treated long,

At last when droncke with drowsinesse he woke, There them by chaunce encountred on the way And saw his drover drive along the streame, An armed knight upon a courser strong,

He was dismayd; and thrise his brest he stroke, Whose trampling feete upon the hollow lay

For marveill of that accident extreame: Seemed to thunder, and did nigh affray

But when he saw that blazing beauties beame, That capons corage; yet he looked grim,

Which with rare light bis bote did beautifye, And faynd to cheare his lady in dismay,

He marveild more, and thought he yet did dreame Who seemd for feare to quake in every lim, Not well awakte; or that some extasye And her to save from outrage meekely prayed him. Assotted had his sence, or dazed was his eye. Fiercely that straunger forward came; and, nigh But, when her well avizing hee perceiv'd Approching, with bold words and bitter threat To be no vision nor fantasticke sight, Bad that same boaster, as he mote on high, Great comfort of her presence he conceiv’d, To leave to him that lady for excheat,

And felt in his old corage new delight Or bide him batteill wiżhout further treat.

To gin awake, and stir his frosen spright: That challenge did too peremptory seeme,

Tho rudely askte her, how she thether came? And fild his senses with abashment great ;

“ Ah!” says she, “ father, I note read aright Yet, seeing nigh him jeopardy extreme,

What hard misfortune brought me to this same; He it disseinbled well, and light seemd to esteeme; Yet am I glad that here I now in safety ame.

Saying, “Thou foolish knight, that weenst with words “ But thou, good man, sith far in sea we bee,
To steale away that I with blowes have wonne, And the great waters gin apace to swell,
And brought through points of many perilous swords! That now no more we can the mayn-land see,
But if thee list to see thy courser ronne,

Have care, I pray, to guide the cock-bote well,
Or prove thyselfe; this sad encounter shonne, Least worse on sea then us on land befell."
And seeke els without hazard of thy hedd.” Thereat th' old man did nought but fondly grin,
At those prowd words that other knight begonne And saide, his boat the way could wisely tell :
To wex exceeding wroth, and him aredd

But his deceiptfull eyes did never lin To turne his steede about, or sure he should be dedd. To looke on her faire face and marke her snowy skin.

“ Sith then,” said Braggadochio, “needes thou wilt The sight whereof in his congealed flesh
Thy daies abridge, through proofe of puissaunce; lofixt such secrete sting of greedy lust,
Turne we our steeds; that both in equall tilt That the drie withered stocke it gan refresh,
May meete againe, and each take happy chaunce.” And kindled heat, that soone in flame forth brust:
This said, they both a furlongs mountenaunce The driest wood is soonest burnt to dust.
Retird their steeds, to ronne in even race:

Rudely to her he lept, and his rough hand,
But Braggadochio with his bloody launce

Where ill became him, rashly would have thrust; Once having turnd, no more returnd his face, But she with angry scorne him did withstond, But lefte his love to losse, and fled himselfe apace. And shamefully reproved for his rudenes fond.

The knight, him seeing fie, had no regard But he, that never good por maners knew,
Him to poursew, but to the lady rode;

Her sharpe rebuke full litle did esteeme; .
And, having her from Trompart lightly reard, Hard is to teach an old horse amble trew :
Upon his courser sett the lovly lode,

The inward smoke, that did before but steeme, And with ber fled away without abode:

Broke into open fire and rage extreme; Well weened he, that fairest Florimell

And now he strength gan adde unto his will, It was with whom in company he yode,

Forcying to doe that did him fowle misseeme: And so herselfe did alwaies to him tell;

Beastly he threwe her downe, ne car'd to spill So made him thinke himselfe in Heven that was in Her garments gay with scales of fish, that all did Hell.


But Florimell herselfe was far away,

The silly virgin strove him to withstand Driven to great distresse by fortune straunge, All that she might, and him in vaine revild ; And taught the carefull mar ner to play,

Shee strugled strongly both with foote and hand Sith late mischaunce had her compeld to chaunge To save her honor from that villaine vilde, The land for sea, at randon there to raunge: And cride to Heven, from humane help exild. Yett there that cruell queene avengenesse, 0! ye brave knights, that boast this ladies love, Not satisfyde so far her to estraunge

Where be ye now, when she is nigh defild From courtly blis and wonted happinesse,

Of filthy wretch! well may she you reprove Did heape on her new waves of weary wretchednesse. Of falsehood or of slouth, when most it may behove! But if that thou, sir Satyran, didst weete,

Her up betwixt his rugged hands he reard, Or thou, sir Peridure, her sory state,

And with his frory lips full softly kist, How soone would yce assemble many a fleete, Whiles the cold ysickles from his rough beard To fetch from sea that ye at land lost late! Dropped adowne upon her yvory brest : Towres, citties, kingdomes, ye would ruinate Yet he himselfe so busily addrest, In your avengement and dispiteous rage,

That her out of astonishment he wrought; Ne ought your burning fury mote abate:

And, out of that same fishers filthy nest But, if sir Calidure could it presage,

Removing her, into his charet brought, (sought. No living creature could his cruelty asswage. And there with many gentle termes her faire beBut, sith that none of all her knights is nye, But that old leachour, which with bold assault See how the Heavens, of voluntary grace

That beaute durst presume to violate, And soveraine favor towards chastity,

He cast to punish for bis hainous fault:
Doe succor send to her distressed cace:

Then tooke he him yet trembling sith of late
So much high God doth innocence embrace! And tyde behind his charet, to aggrate
It fortuned, whilest thus she stifly strove,

The virgin whom he had abusde so sore;
And the wide sea importuned long space

So drag'd him through the waves in scornful state,
With shrilling shriekes, Proteus abrode did rove, And after cast him up upon the shore;
Along the fomy waves driving his tinny drove. But Florimell with hin unto his bowre he bore.
Proteus is shepheard of the seas of yore,

His bowre is in the bottom of the maine,
And hath the charge of Neptune's mighty heard ; Under a mightie rocke gainst which doe rave
An aged sire with head all frowy hore,

The roring billowes in their proud disdaine,
And sprinckled frost upon his deawy beard: That with the angry working of the wave
Who when those pittifull outeries he heard

Therein is eaten out an hollow cave, Through all the seas so ruefully resownd,

That seemes rough masons hand with engines keene His charett swifte in hast be thether steard, Had long while laboured it to engrave: Which with a teeme of scaly plocas bownd There was his wonne ; ne living wight was seene Was drawne upon the waves, that fomed him arownd; Save one old nymph, hight Panope, to keepe it cleane. And comming to that fishers wandring bote, Thether he brought the sory Florimell, That went at will withouten card or sayle,

And entertained her the best he might, He therein saw that yrkesome sight, which smote (And Panopè her entertaind eke well) Deepe indignation and compassion frayle

As an immortall mote a mortall wight, Into his hart attonce: streight did he hayle To winne her liking unto his deligbt: The greedy villein from his hoped pray,

With flattering worries he sweetiy wooed her, Of which he vow did very little fayle;

And offered faire guiftes t'allure her sight; And with his staffe, that drives his heard astray, But she both offers and the offerer Him bett so sore, that life and sence did much dis- Despysde, and all the fawning of the flatterer.

may. The whiles the pitteous lady up did ryse,

Dayly he tempted her with this or that,

And never suffred her to be at rest :
Ruffed and fowly raid with filthy soyle,
And blubbred face with teares of her faire eyes;

But everinore she him refused flat,

And all his fained kindnes did detest; Her heart nigh broken was with weary toyle,

So firmely she had scaled up her brest. To save herselfe from that outrageous spoyle:

Sometimes he boasted that a god he hight; But when she looked up, to weet what wight

But she a mortall creature loved best : Had her from so infamous fact assoyld,

Then he would make himselfe a mortall wight; For shame, but more for feare of his grim sight,

But then she said she lov'd none but a Faery knight. Downe in her lap she hid her face, and lowdly shright.

Then like a Faerie knight himselfe he drest; Herselfe not saved yet from daunger dredd

For every shape on him he could endew: She thought, but chaung d from one to other feare:

Then like a king he was to her exprest, Like as a fearefull partridge, that is fledd

And offred kingdoms upto her in vew From the sharpe hauke which her attached neare,

To be his leman and his lady trew: And fals to ground to seeke for succor tneare,

But, when all this he nothing saw prevaile, Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye

With harder meanes he cast her to subdew, With greedy iawes her ready for to teare:

And with sharpe threates her often did assayle ; In such distresse and sad perplexity

So thinking for to make herstubborne corage quayle. Was Florimell, when Proteus she did see her by.

To dreadfull shapes he did himselfe transforme: But he endevored with speaches milde

Now like a gyaunt; now like to a feend;
Her to recomfort, and accourage bold,

Then like a centaure; then like to a storme
Bidding her feare no more her foeman vilde, Raging within the waves: thereby he weend
Nor doubt himselfe; and who he was her told : Her will to win unto his wished eend:
Yet all that could not from affright her hold, But when with feare, nor favour, nor with all
Ne to recomfort her at all prevayld;

He els could doe, he saw himselfe esteemd,
For her faint bart was with the frosen cold

Downe in a dongeon deepe he let her fall, Benumbd so inly that her wits nigh fayld,

And threatned there to make her bis eternall And all her sences with abashment quite were quayld.


Eternall thraldome was to her more liefe

“ These eyes did see that they will ever rew Then losse of chastitie, or cbaunge of love: T have seene," quoth he, .“ whenas a monstrous Dye had she rather in tormenting griefe

The palfrey whereon she did travell slew, (beast Then any should of falsenesse her reprove, And of his bowels made his bloody feast; Or loosenes, that she lightly did remove.

Which speaking token sheweth at the least Most vertuous virgin! glory be thy meed,

Her certein losse, if not her sure decay: And crowne of heavenly prayse with saintes above, Besides, that more suspicion encreast, Where most sweet hymines of this thy famous deed I found her golden girdle cast astray, Are still emongst them song, that far my rymes ex. Distaynd with durtand blood, as relique of the pray." ceed:

“ Ah me!” said Paridell, “ the signes be sadd; Fit song of angels caroled to bee!

And, but God turne the same to good soothsay, But yet whatso my feeble Muse can frame, That ladies safetie is sore to be dradd: Shal be t'advance thy goodly chastitee,

Yet will I not forsake my forward way, And to enroll thy memorable name

Till triall doe more certeine truth bewray." In th' heart of every honourable dame,

“ Faire sir," quoth he, “ well may it you succeed ! That they thy vertuous deedes may imitate, Ne long shall Satyrane behind you stay; And be partakers of thy endlesse fame.

But to the rest, which in this quest proceed, Yt yrkes me leave thee in this wofull state, My labour adde, and be partaker of their spedd.” To tell of Satyrane where I bim left of late:

“Yenoble knights," said then the Squyre of Dames, Who having ended with that Squyre of Dames “Well may yee speede in so prayseworthy payne ! A long discourse of his adventures vayne,

But sith the Sunne now ginnes to slake his beames The which himselfe then ladies more defames, In deawy vapours of the westerne mayne, And finding not th hyena to be slayne,

And lose the teme out of his weary wayne, With that came squyre retourned backe againe Mote not mislike you also to abate To his first way: and, as they forward went, Your zealous hast, till morrow next againe They spyde a knight fayre pricking on the playne, Both light of Heven and strength of men relate: As if be were on some adventure bent,

Which if ye please, to yonder castle turne your And in his port appeared manly hardiment.

gate.” Sir Satyrane him towardes did addresse,

That counsell pleased well; so all yfere
To weet what wight he was, and what his quest: Forth marched to a castle them before;
And, comming nigh, eftsoones be gan to gesse Where soone arriving they restrained were
Both by the burning hart which on his brest Of ready entraunce, which ought evermore
He bare, and by the colours in his crest,

To errant knights be commune: wondrons sore That Paridell it was: tho to him yode,

Thereat displeasd they were, till that young squyre And, him salutirg as beseemed best,

Gan them informe the cause why that saine dore Gan first inquire of tydinges farre abrode :

Was shut to all which lodging did desyre:
And afterwardes on what adventure now he rode. The wbich to let you weet will further time requyre.
Who thereto answering said; “ The tydinges bad,
Which now in Faery court all men doe tell,
Which turned hath great mirth to mourning sad,
Is the late ruine of proud Marinell,

And suddein parture of faire Florimell
To find him forth: and after her are gone

Malbecco will no straunge knights host,
All the brave knightes, that doen in arines excell, For peevish gealosy :
To savegard her ywandred all alone;

Paridell giusts with Britomart:
Emongst the rest my lott (unworthy') is to be one.” Both shew their auncestry.
“ Ah! gentle knight,” said then sir Satyrane, Redoubted knights, and honorable dames,
“ Thy labour all is lost, I greatly dread,

To whom I levell all my labours end, That bast a thanklesse service on thee ta'ne, Right sore I feare least with unworthy blames And offrest sacrifice unto the dead':

This odious argument my rymes should shend, For dead, I surely doubt, thou maist aread Or ought your goodly patience offend, Henceforth for ever Florimell to bee;

Whiles of a wanton lady I doe write, That all the noble knights of Maydenhead, Which with her loose incontinence doth blend Which her ador’d, may sore repent with mee, The shyning glory of your soveraine light; And all faire ladies may for ever sory bee." And knighthood fowle defaced by a faithlesse knight.

Which wordes when Paridell had heard, his hew But never let th' ensample of the bad
Gan greatly chaung, and seemd dismaid to bee; Offend the good : for good, by paragone
Then sayd; “ Fayre sir, how may I weene it trew, Of evill, may more notably be rad;
That ye doe tell in such uncerteintee :

As white seemes fayrer macht with blacke attone: Or speake ye of report, or did ye see

Ne all are shamed by the fault of one: Just cause of dread, that makes ye doubt so sore? For lo! in Heven, whereas all goodnes is For perdie elles how mote it ever bee,

Emongst the angels, a whole legione That ever hand should dare for to engore

Of wicked sprightes did fall from happy blis ; Her noble blood! the Herens such crueltie abhore.” What wonder then if one, of women all, did mis ?

Then listen, lordings, if ye list to weet

Whereat soft knocking, entrance he desyrd. The cause why Satyrane and Paridell

The good man selfe, which then the porter playd, Mote not be entertaynd, as seemed meet,

Him answered, that all were now retyrd Into that castle, as that squyre does tell.

Unto their rest, and all the keyes convayd “ Therein a cancred crabbed carle does dwell, Unto their maister who in bed was layd, That has no skill of court nor courtesie,

That none him durst awake out of his dreme; Ne cares what men say of him ill or well:

And therefore them of patience gently prayd. For all his dayes he drownes in privitie,

Then Paridell began to chaunge bis theme, Yet has full large to live and spend at libertie. And threatned him with force and punishment ex

treme. “ But all his mind is set on mucky pelfe, To hoord up heapes of evill-gotten masse,

But all in vaine ; for nought mote him relent: For which he others wrongs, and wreckes himselfe: And now so long before the wicked fast Yet is he lincked to a lovely lasse,

They wayted, that the night was forward spent, Whose beauty doth her bounty far surpasse;

And the faire welkin fowly overcast The which to him both far unequall yeares

Gan blowen up a bitter stormy blast, And also far unlike conditions has;

With showre and hayle so horrible and dred, For she does ioy to play emongst her peares,

That this faire many were compeld at last And to be free from hard restrayntand gealous feares. To fly for succour to a little shed,

The which beside the gate for swyne was ordered. “ But he is old, and withered like hay,

It fortuned, soone after they were gone, Unfit faire ladies service to supply;

Another knight, whom tempest thether brought, The privie guilt whereof makes him alway

Came to that castle, and with earnest mone, Suspect her truth, and keepe continuall spy.

Like as the rest, late entrance deare besought; Upon her with his other blincked eye;

But, like so as the rest, he prayd for nought; Ne suffreth be resort of living wight

For flatly be of entrance was refusd; Approch to her, ne keep her company,

Sorely thereat he was displeasd, and thought But in close bowre her mewes from all mens sight,

How to avenge himselfe so sore abusd, Depriv'd of kindly ioy and naturall delight.

And evermore the carle of courtesie accusd. " Malbecco he, and Hellenore she hight;

But, to avoyde th' intollerable stowre, Untitly yokt together in one teeme.

He was compeld to seeke some refuge neare, That is the cause why never any knight

And to that shed, to shrowd him from the showre, Is suffred here to enter, but he seeme

He came, which full of guests he found whyleare, Such as no doubt of him he need misdeeme."

So as he was not let to enter there: Thereat sir Satyrane gan smyle, and say ;

Whereat he gan to wex exceeding wroth, “ Extremely mad the man I surely deeme And swore that he would lodge with them yfere That veenes, with watch and hard restraynt, to stay Or them dislodg, all were they liefe or loth; A womans will which is disposd to go astray. And so defyde them each, and so defyde them both. " In vaine he feares that which he cannot shonne: Both were full loth to leave that needfull tent, For who wotes not, that womans subtiltyes

And both full loth in darkenesse to debate; Can guylen Argus, when she list misdonne ?

Yet both full liefe him lodging to have lent, It is not yron bandes, nor hundred eyes,

And both full liefe his boasting to abate: Nor brasen walls, nor many wakefull spyes,

But chiefely Paridell his bart did grate That can withhold her wilfull-wandring feet;

To beare him threaten so despightfully, But fast goodwill, with gentle courtesyes,

As if he did a dogge in kenell rate And timely service to her pleasures meet,

That durst not barke; and rather had he dy May ber perhaps containe that else would algates Then, when he was defyde, in coward corner ly. fleet."

Tho, hastily remounting to his steed,

He forth issew'd ; like as a boystrous winde, “ Then is he not more mad,” sayd Paridell,

Which in th' Earthes hollow caves hath long ben hid “ That hath hiinseife unto such service sold,

And shut up fast within her prisons blind, In dolefull tbraldome all his dayes to dwell?

Makes the huge element, against her kinde, For sure a foole I doe him firmely hold,

To move and tremble as it were aghast, That loves his fetters, though they were of gold.

Untill that it an issew forth may finde; But why doe we devise of others ill,

Then forth it breakes, and with his furious blast Whyles thus we suffer this same dotard old

Confounds both land and seas, and skyes doth overTo keepe us out in scorne of his owne will,

cast. And rather do not ransack all, and himselfe kill?”

Their steel-bed speares they strongly coucht, and “ Nay, let us first," sayd Satyrane, “ entreat · Together with impetuous rage and forse, [met The man by gentle meanes, to let us in;

That with the terrour of their fierce affret And afterwardes affray with cruell threat,

They rudely drove to ground both man and horse, Ere that we to efforce it doe begin :

That each awhile lay like a sencelesse corse. Then, if all fayle, we will by force it win,

But Paridell sore brused with the blow And eke reward the wretch for his mesprise, Could not arise, the counterchaunge to scorse; As may be worthy of his baynous sin.”

Till that young squyre him reared from below; That counsell pleasd: then Paridell did rise, Then drew he his bright sword, and gan about bin And to the castle-gate approcht in quiet wise:


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