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As when a vnlture greedie of his pray,
Much was Cambello daunted with his blowes ; Through hunger long that hart to him doth lend, So thicke they fell, and forcibly were sent, Strikes at an heron with all his bodies sway, That he was forst from daunger of the throwes That from his force secmes nought may it defend; Backe to retire, and somewhat to relent, The warie fowle, that spies him toward bend Till th' heat of his fierce furie he had spent : His dreadfull souse, avoydes it, shunning light, Which when for want of breath gan to abate, And maketh him his wing in vaine to spend ; He then afresh with new encouragement That with the weight of his owne weeldlesse might Did him assayle, and mightily amate, He falleth nigh to ground, and scarse recovereth As fast, as forward erst, now backward to retrate. flight.
Like as the tide, that comes fro th' ocean mayne, Which faire adventure when Cambello spide, Flowes up the Shenan with contrárie forse, Full lightly, ere himselfe he could recower
And, over-ruling him in his owne rayne, From daungers dread to ward his naked side, Drives backe the current of his kindly course, He can let drive at him with all his power,
And makes it seeme to have some other sourse; And with bis axe him sinote in evill hower, But when the floud is spent, then backe againe, That from his shoulders quite his head he reft: His borrowed waters forst to re-disbourse, The headlesse tronke, as heedlesse of that stower, He sends the sea his owne with double gaine, Stood still awhile, and his fast footing kept; And tribute eke witball, as to his soveraine. Till, feeling life to fayle, it fell, and deadly slept.
Thus did the battell varie to and fro, They, which that piteous spectacle beheld, With diverse fortune doubtfull to be deemed: Were much amaz'd the headlesse tronke to see Now this the better bad, now had his fo; Stand up so long and weapon vaine to weld, Th'in be halfe vanquisht, then the other seemed ; Unweeting of the Fates divine decree
Yet victors both themselves alwayes esteemed : For lifes succession in those brethren three.
And all the while the disentrayled blood For notwithstanding that one sonde was reft, Adowne their sides like litle rivers stremed, Yet, had the bodie not dismembred bee,
That with the wasting of his vitall flood It would have lived, and revived eft;
Sir Triamond at last full faint and feeble stood. But, finding no fit seat, the lifelesse corse it left.
But Cambell still more strong and greater grew, It left; but that same soule, which therein dwelt,
Ne felt his blood to wast, ne powres emperisht, Streight entring into Triamond, him fild
Through that rings vertue, that with vigour new, With double life and griefe; which when he felt,
Still whenas he enfeebled was, him cherisht, As one whose inner parts had bene ythrild
And all his wounds and ali his bruses guarisht: With point of steele that close bis hartbloud spild,
Like as a withered tree, through husbands toyle, He lightly lept out of his place of rest,
Is often scene full freshly to have forisht, And, rushing forth into the emptie field,
And fruitfull apples to have borne awhile, Against Cambello fiercely him addrest;
As fresh as when it first was planted in the soyle. Who, him affronting soone, to fight was readie prest. Well mote ye wonder how that noble knight,
Through which advantage, in his strength he rose, After he had so often wounded beene,
And smote the other with so wondrous might, Could stand on foot now to renew the fight:
That through the seame which did his hauberk close But bad ye then him forth advauncing seene,
Into his throate and life it pierced quight, Some newborne wight ye would him surely weene;
That downe he fell as dead in all mens sight : So fresh he seemed and so fierce in sight;
Yet dead he was not; yet he sure did die, Like as a snake, whom wearie winters teene
As all men do that lose the living spright:
So did one soule out of bis bodie flie
But nathëlesse whilst all the lookers-on
Him dead behight, as he to all appeard, One drop of bloud to fall, but did restore
All unawares he started up anon, His weakned powers, and dulled spirits whet,
As one that bad out of a dreame bene reard, Through working of the stone therein yset.
And fresh assayld bis foe; who halfe affeard Else how could one of equall might with most,
Of th' uncouth sight, as he some ghost had seene, Against so many no lesse mightie met,
Stood still amaz'd, holding his idle sweard; Once thinke to match three such on equall cost,
Till, having often by bim stricken beene,
As one in feare the Stygian gods t' offend,
He gap to faint toward the battels end,
Whereof full blith eftsoones his mightie hand Thereto she learned was in magicke leare,
And, as she passed through th' unruly preace
Her angrie teame breaking their bonds of peace Strooke him so hugely that in swowne he lay, Great heapes of them, like sheepe in narrow fold, And in his head an hideous wound imprest : For hast did over-runne in dust enrould; And sure, had it not happily found rest
That, thorough rude confusion of the rout, Upon the brim of his brode-plated shield,
Some fearing shriekt, some being harmed hould, It would have cleft his braine downe to his brest : Some laught for sport, some did for wonder shout, So both at once fell dead upon the field,
And some, that would seeme wise, their wonder turnd And each to other seemd the victorie to yield.
Which whenas all the lookers-on beheld,
In her right hand a rod of peace shee bore,
And both were with one olive garland cround; All suddenly they both upstarted light,
(Like to the rod which Majas sonne doth wield, The one out of the swownd which him did blend, Wherewith the hellish fiends he doth confound ;) The other breathing now another spright;
And in her other hand a cup she hild, And fiercely each assayling gan afresh to fight. The which was with nepenthe to the brim upfild. Long while they then continued in that wize,
Nepenthe is a drinck of soverayne grace, As if but then the battell had begonne:
Devized by the gods for to asswage Strokes, wounds, wards, weapons, all they did de- Harts grief, and bitter gall away to chace Ne either car'd to ward, or perill shonne, (spise;
Which stirs up anguish and contentious rage: Desirous both to bave the battell donne
Instead thereof sweet peace and quiet age Ne either cared life to save or spill,
It doth establish in the troubled mynd. Ne which of them did winne, ne which were wonne;
Few men, but such as sober are and sage, So wearie both of fighting had their fill,
Are by the gods to drinck thereof assynd; That life itselfe seemd loathsome, and long safetieill. But such as drinck, eternall happinesse do fynd.
Such famous men, such worthies of the Earth, Whilst thus the case in doubtfull ballance hong,
As love will have advaunced to the skie, Unsure to whether side it would incline,
And there made gods, though borne of mortall berth, And all mens eyes and hearts, which there among
For their high merits and great dignitie,
Are wont, before they may to Heaven fie,
To drincke thereof; whereby all cares forepast That seemd some perilous tumult to desine,
Are washt away quite from their memorie:
So did those olde heroës hereof taste, Confus'd with womeus cries and shouts of boyes,
[plaste. Such as the troubled theatres ofttimes annoyes.
Before that they in blisse amongst the gods were
Much more of price and of more gratious powre Thereat the champions both stood still a space, Is this, then that same water of Ardenne, To weeten what that sudden clamour ment:
The which Rinaldo drunck in happie howre, Lo! where they spyde with speedie whirling pace Described by that famous Tuscane penne; One in a charet of straunge furniment
For that had might to change the hearts of men Towards them driving like a storme out sent.
Fro love to hate, a change of evill choise : The charet decked was in woadrous wize
But this doth hatred make in love to brenne, With gold and many a gorgeous ornament, And heavy beart with comfort doth rejorce. After the Persian monarchs antique guize,
Who would not to this vertue rather yeeld his voice! Such as the maker selfe could best by art devize.
At last arriving by the listës side
Which straight flew ope and gave her way to ride. In which their powre all others did excell,
Eftsoones out of her coch she gap availe, Now made forget their former cruell mood, And pacing fairely forth did bid all haile Tobey their riders hest, as seemed good :
First to her brother whom she loved deare, And therein sate a lady passing faire
That so to see him made her heart to quaile; And bright, that seemed borne of angels brood; And next to Cambell, whose sad ruefull cheare And, with her beautie, bountie did compare, (share. Made her to change her hew, and hidden love t'apWhether of them in her should bave the greater
They lightly her requit, (for small delight
Satyrane makes a turneyment
For love of Florimell : From blouddy strife; and, blessed peace to seeke,
Britomart winnes the prize from all, By all that unto them was deare did them beseeke.
And Artegall doth quell.
But whenas all might nought with them prevaile,
It often fals, (as here it earst befell) She smote them lightly with her powrefull wand :
That mortall foes doe turne to faithfull frends, Then suddenly, as if their hearts did faile, Their wrathfull blades downe fell out of their hand,
And friends profest are chaungd to foemen fell : And they, like men astonisht, still did stand.
The cause of both of both their minds depends; Thus whilest their minds were doubtfully distraught, For enmitie, that of no ill proceeds
And th' end of both likewise of both their ends: And mighty spirites bound with inightier band, Her golden cup to them for drinke she raught,
But of occasion, with th' occasion ends; Whereof, full glad for thirst, ech drunk an harty Without regard of good, dyes like ill-grounded seeds.
And friendship, which a faint affection breeds draught :
That well (me seemes) appeares by that of late Of which so soone as they once tasted had,
Twixt Caunbell and sir Triamond befell; Wonder it is that sudden change to see:
As als by this; that now a new debate Instead of strokes, each other kissed glad,
Stird up twixt Blandamour and Paridell, And lovely haulst, from feare of treason free,
The which by course befals me here to tell :
Who, having those two other knights espide
Marching afore, as ye remember well,
Sent forth their squire to bave thein both descride, For passing ioy, which so great marvaile brings,
And eke those masked ladies riding them beside. They all gan shout aloud, that all the Heaven rings.
Who backe returning told, as he had seene, All which when gentle Canacec beheld,
That they were soughtie knights of dreaded vame; In hast she from her lofty chaire descended,
And those two ladies their two loves unseene; To weet what sudden tidings was befeld :
And therefore wisht them without blot or blame Where when she saw that cruell war so ended,
To let them passe at will, for dread of shame. And deadly foes so faithfully affrended,
But Blandamour full of vain-glorious spright, In lovely wise she gan that lady zreet,
And rather stird by his discordfull dame, Which had so great dismay so well amended;
Upon them gladly would bave prov'd his might, And, entertaining her with curt’sies meet,
But that he yet was sore of his late lucklesse fight. Profest to her true friendship and affection sweet.
Yet nigh approching he then fowle bespake, Thus when they all accorded goodly were,
Disgracing them, himselfe thereby to grace, The trumpets sounded, and they all arose,
As was his wont; so weening way to make Thence to depart with glee and gladsome chere.
To ladies love, whereso he came in place, Those warlike champions both together chose
And with lewd terınes their lovers to deface. Homeward to march, theinselves there to repose:
Whose sharpe provokement them incenst so sore, And wise Cambina, taking by her side
That both were bent t'avenge his usage base,
And gan tbeir shields addresse themselves afore: Admir'd of all the people and much glorifide.
For evill deedes may better then bad words be bore. Where making ioyous feast their daies they spent
But faire Cambina with perswasions myld In perfect love, devoide of hatefull strife,
Did mitigate the fiercenesse of their mode, Allide with bands of mutuall couplement;
That for the present they were reconcyld, For Triamond had Canacee to wife,
And gan to treate of deeds of armes abrode, With whom he ledd a long and happie life;
And strange adventures, all the way they rode: And Cambel tooke Cambina to his fere,
Amongst the which they told, as then befell, The which as life were each to other liefe.
Of thai great turney which was blazed brode, So all alike did love, and loved were,
For that rich girdle of faire Florimell, That since their days such lovers were not found The prize of her which did in beautie most excell. elswere.
To which folke-mote they all with one consent,
Him weening, ere he nigh approcht, to have represt. VOL, WU.
Which th' other seeing gan his course relent, There this faire crew arriving did divide
But boastful Braggadocbio rather chose,
That men on him the more might gaze alone. His roving eie did on the lady glannce
The rest themselves in troupes did else dispose, Which Blandamour had riding by his side: [eide. Like as it seemed best to every one; [attone. Whom sure he weend that he somewhere tofore had The knights in couples marcht with ladies linckt It was to weete that snowy Florimell,
Then first of all forth came sir Satyrane, Which Ferrau late from Braggadochio wonne; Bearing that precious relicke in an arke Whom he now seeing, her remembred well, Of gold, that bad eyes might it not prophane; How having reft her from the witches sonne, Which drawing softly forth out of the darke, He soone her lost : wherefore he now begunne He open shewd, that all men it mote marke; To challenge her anew, as his owne prize,
A gorgeous girdle, curiously embost Whom formerly he had in battell wonne,
With pearle and precious stone,worth many a marke; And proffer made by force her to reprize :
Yet did the workmanship farre passe the cost : Which scornefull offer Blandamour gan soone de- It was the same which lately Florimel had lost. spize ;
The same alofte he hung in open vew,
The eyes of all, allur'd with close delight,
That all men threw out vowes and wishes vaine. Together with this hag beside her set,
Thrise happie ladie, and thrise happie knight, That whoso winnes her may her have by right; Them seemd that could so goodly riches gaine, But he shall have the hag that is ybet,
So worthie of the perill, worthy of the paine. And with her alwaies ride, till he another get.”
Then tooke the bold sir Satyrane in hand That offer pleased all the company :
An huge great speare, such as he wont to wield, So Florimell with Até forth was brought,
And, vauncing forth from all the other band At which they all gan laugh full merrily :
Of knights, addrest his maiden-headed shield, But Braggadochio said, he never thought
Shewing bimselfe all readie for the field : For such an hag, that seemed worst then nought, Gainst whom there singled from the other side His person to emperill so in fight:
A Painim knight that well in armes was skilld, But if to match that lady they had sought
And had in many a battell oft bene tride,
So furiously they both together met,
As two fierce buls, that strive the rule to get
Of all the heard, meete with so hideous maine, That for her sake refus'd to enterprize
That both rebutted tumble on the plaine ; The battell, offred in so knightly wize;
So these two champions to the ground were feld; And Atè eke provokt him privily
Where in a maze they both did long remaine, With love of her, and shame of snch mesprize. And in their hands their idle troncheons held, But naught he car'd for friend or enemy;
Whieh neither able were to wag, or once to weld. For in base mind nor friendship dwels nor enmity.
Which when the noble Ferramont espide, But Cambell thus did shut up all in iest;
He pricked forth in ayd of Satyran; “ Brave knights and ladies, certes ye doe wrong And him against sir Blandamour did ride To stirre op strife, when most us needeth rest, With all the strength and stifnesse that he can: That we may us reserve both fresh and strong But the more strong and stiffely that he ran, Against the torneiment which is not long,
So much more sorely to the ground he fell, When whoso list to fight may fight his hill: That on an heape were tumbled horse and man: Till then your challenges ye may prolong;
Unto whose rescue forth rode Paridell; And then it shall be tried, if ye will,
But bim likewise with that same speare he eke did Whether shall have the hag, or hold the lady still."
quell. They all agreed; so, turning all to game
Which Braggadochio seeing had no will And pleasa unt bord, they past forth on their way; To hasten greatly to his parties ayd, And all that while, whereso they rode or came, Albee his turne were next; but stood there still, That masked mock-knight was their sport and play. As one that seemed doubtfull or dismayd: Till that at length upon th' appointed day But Triamond, halfe wroth to see him staid, Unto the place of turneyment they came;
Sternly stept forth, and raught away his speare, Where they before them found in fresh aray With which so sore he Ferramont assaid, Manie a brave knight and manie a daintie dame That horse and man to ground be quite did beare, Assembled for to get the honour of that game. That neither evuld in hast themselves again upreare.
Which to avenge sir Devon him did dight, There Satyrane lord of the field he found,
Triumphing in great ioy and iolity;
That much he gan bis glorie to envy,
And cast t'avenge his friends indignity:
Met him mid-way with equall hardiment,
They up againe themselves can lightly reare, Out of the swowne, in which too long he lay; And to their tryed swords themselves betake; And looking round about, like one dismaid, With which they wrought such wondrous marvels Whenas he saw the mercilesse affray
That all the rest it did amazed make, [there, Which doughty Triamond had wrought that day Ne any dar'd their perill to partake; Unto the noble knights of Maidenhead,
Now cuffing close, now chacing to and fro, His mighty heart did almost rend in tway
Now hurtling round advantage for to take: For very gall, that rather wholly dead
As two wild boares together grapling go, Himselfe he wisht have beene then in so bad a stead. Chaufing and foming choler each against his fo. Eftsoones he gan to gather up around
So as they courst, and turneyd here and theare, His weapons wbich lay scattered all abrode, It channst sir Satyrane his steed at last, And, as it fell, his steed he ready found :
Whether through foundring or through sodein feare, On whom remounting fiercely forth he rode, To stumble, that his rider nigh he cast; Like sparke of fire that from the andvile glode, Which vauntage Cambell did pursue so fast, There where he saw the valiant Triamond
That, ere himselfe he had recovered well, Chasing, and Jaying on them heavy lode,
So sore he sowst him on the compast creast, That none his force were able to withstond; That forced him to leave his loftie sell, (fell. So dreadfull were his strokes, so deadly was bishond. And rudely tumbling downe under his horse-feete With that, at him his beamlike speare he aimed,
Lightly Cambello leapt downe from his steed And thereto all his power and might applide :
Por to have rent bis shield and armes away, The wicked steele for mischiefe first ordained,
That whylome wont to be the victors meed; And having now Misfortune got for guide,
When all unwares he felt an hideous sway Staid not till it arrived in his side,
Of many swords that lode on him did lay: And therein made a very griesly wound,
An hundred knights had him enclosed round, That streames of blood his armour all bedide.
To rescue Satyrane out of his pray; Much was he daunted with that direfull stownd,
All wbich at once huge strokes on him did pound, That scarse he him upheld from falling in a sound. In hope to take him prisoner, where he stood on
ground. Yet, as he might, himselfe he soft withdrew
He with their multitude was nought dismayd, Out of the field, that none perceiv’d it plaine : Then gan the part of chalengers anew
But with stout courage turnd upon them all, To range the field, and victorlike to raine,
And with his brond-iron round about him layd;
Of which he dealt large almes, as did befall: That none against them battell durst maintaine. By that the gloomy evening on them fell,
Like as a lion, that by chaunce doth fall That forced them from fighting to refraine,
Into the hunters toile, doth rage and rore, And trumpets sound to cease did them compell:
In royall heart disdaining to be thrall : So Satyrane that day was iudg’d to beare the bell. They have him taken captive, though it grieve him
But all in vaine: for what might one do more? The morrow next the turney gan anew;
sore. And with the first the hardy Satyrane
Whereof when newes to Triamond was brought Appeard in place, with all his noble crew: Thereas he lay, his wound he soone forgot, On th' other side full many a warlike swaine
And starting up streight for his armour sought : Assembled were, that glorious prize to gaine. In vaine he sought; for there he found it not; But mongst them all was not sir Triamoud; Cambello it away before had got : Unable he new battell to darraine,
Cambelloes armes therefore he on him threw, Through grievaunce of his late received wound,
And lightly issewd forth to take his lot. That doubly did him grieve when so himselfe he There he in troupe found all that warlike crew found.
Leading his friend away, full sorie to his vew. Which Cambell seeing, though he could not salve, Into the thickest of that knightly preasse Ne done undoe, yet, for to salve his name
He thrust, and smote downe all that was betweene, And purchase honour in his friends behalve, Caried with fervent zeale; ne did he ceasse, This goodly counterfesaunce he did frame:
Till that he came where he had Cambell seene The shield and armes, well knowne to be the same Like captive tbral two other knights atweene: Which Triamond had worne, unwares to wight There he amongst them cruell havocke makes, And to his friend unwist, for doubt of blame That they, which lead him, soune enforced beene If he misdid, he on himselfe did dight, (to fight. To let him loose to save their proper stakes; That none could him discerne; and so went forth Who, being freed, from one a weapon fiercely takes: