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With that he drives at them with dreadfull might, | Much wondred all men what or whence he came
Both in remembrance of his friends late harme, That did amongst the troupes so tyrannize;
And in revengement of bis owne despight: And each of other gan inquire his name:
So both together give a new allarme,

But, when they could not learne it by no wize, As if but now the battell wexed warme.

Most answerable to his wyld disguize As when two greedy wolves doe breake by force It seemed, him to terme the Salvage Knight: Into an heard, farre from the husband farme, But certes his right name was otherwize, They spoile and ravine without all remorse : Though knowne to few that Arthegall he hight, So did these two through all the field their foes en- The doughtiest knight that liv'd that day, and most force.

of might Fiercely they followd on their bolde emprize, Thus was sir Satyrane with all his band Till trumpets sound did warne them all to rest: By his sole manhood and atchievement stont Then all with one consent did yeeld the prize Dismay'd, that none of them in field durst stand, To Triamond and Cambell as the best :

But beaten were and chased all about, But Triamond to Cambell it relest,

So he continued all that day throughout, And Cambell it to Triamond transferd;

Till evening that the Sunne gan downward bend : Each Jabouring t advance the others gest,

Then rushed forth out of the thickest rout And make his praise before his owne preferd : A stranger knight, that did his glorie shend: So that the doome was to another day differd. So nought may be esteemned happie till the end !

The last day came; when all those knightes againe He at his entrance charg'd his powrefull speare
Assembled were their deedes of arines to shew. At Arthegall, in middest of his pryde,
Full many deedes that day were shewed plaine: And therewith smote him on his umbriere
But Satyrane, bove all the other crew,

So sore, that tombling backe he downe did slyde
His wondrous worth declard in all mens view; Over his borses taile above a stryde ;
For from the first he to the last endured:

Whence litle lust he had to rise againe. And though some while Fortune from him withdrew, Which Cambell seeing, much the same envyde, Yet evermore his honour he recured,

And ran at him with all his might and maine ; And with unwearied powre his party still assured. But shortly was likewise seene lying on the plaine. Ne was there knight that ever thought of armes, Whereat full inly worth was Triamond, But that his utmost prowesse there made knowen: And cast t’ avenge the shame doen to bis freend : That, by their many wounds and carelesse harmes, But by his friend himselfe eke soone he fond By shivered speares and swords all under strowen, In no lesse neede of helpe then him he weend. By scattered shields, was easie to be showen. All which when. Blandamour from end to end There might ve see loose steeds at randon ronne, Beheld, he woxe therewith displeased sore, Whose lucklesse riders late were overthrowen; And thought in mind it shortly to amend : And squiers make hast to helpe their lords fordonne: His speare he feutred, and at him it bore ; But still the knights of Maidenhead the better wonne. But with no better fortune then the rest afore

Till that there entred on the other side

Full many others at bim likewise ran;
A straunger knight, from whence no man could reed, But all of them likewise dismounted were:
In quyent disguise, full hard to be descride : Ne certes wonder; for po powre of man
For all his armour was like salvage weed

Could bide the force of that enchaunted speare, With woody mosse bedight, and all bis steed The which this famous Britomart did beare; With oaken leaves attrapt, that seemed fit

With which she wondrous deeds of arms atchieved, For salvage wight, and thereto well agreed And overthrew whatever came her neare, His word, which on his rayged shield was writ, That all those stranger knights full sore agrieved, Salvagesse sans finesse, shewing secret wit.

And that late weaker band of chalengers relieved. lle, at his first incomming, charg'd his spere Like as in sommers day when raging heat At him that first appeared in his sight;

Doth burne the earth and boyled rivers drie, That was to weet the stout sir Sangliere,

That all brute beasts forst to refraine fro meat Who well was knowen to be a valiant knight, Doe hunt for shade where shrowded they may lie, Approved oft in many a perlous fight:

And, missing it, faine from themselves to fie; Him at the first encounter downe he smote, All travellers tormented are with paine: And over-bore beyond his crouper quight;

A watry cloud doth overcast the skie, And after him another knight, that hote

And poureth forth a sudden shoure of raine, Sir Brianor, so sore, that none him life behote. That all the wretched world recomforteth againe : Then, ere bis hand he reard, he overthrew

So did the warlike Britomart restore Seven knights one after other as they came: The prize to knights of Maydenhead that day, And, when his speare was brust, his sword he drew, which else was like to have been lost, and bore. The instrument of wrath, and with the same The prayse of prowesse from them all away. Far'd like a lyon in his bloodie game,

Then shrilling trompets loudly gan to bray, Hewing and slashing shields and belmets bright, And bad them leave their labours and long toyle And heating downe whatever nigh him came, lo joyous feast and other gentle play, That every one gan shun his dreadfull sight Where beauties prizeshouldwin that pretiousspoyle: No lesse then death itselfe, in daungerous affright. Where I with sound of trompe will also rest awhyle.

But first was question made, which of those knights CANTO V.

That lately turneyd had the wager wonne:

There was it iudged, by those worthie wights,
The ladies for the girdle strive

That Satyrane the first day best bad donne :
Of famous Florimell:

For he last ended, having first begonne.
Scudamour, comming to Cares House,

The second was to Triamond behight,

For that he sav'd the victour from fordonne:
Doth sleepe from bim expell.

For Cambell victour was, in all mens sight,

Till by mishap he in his foemens hand did light. It hath bene through all ages ever seene, That with the praise of armes and chevalrie The third dayes prize unto that straunger knight, The prize of beautie still hath joyned beene; Whom all men term'd knight of the Hebene Speare, And that for reasons speciall privitee;

To Britomart was given by good right; For either doth on other much relie:

For that with puissant stroke she downe did beare For he me seemes most fit the faire to serve, The Salvage Knight that victour was whileare, That can her best defend from villenie;

And all the rest which had the best afore, And she most fit his service doth deserve,

And, to the last, unconquer'd did appeare; That fairest is, and from her faith will never swerve. For last is deemed best: to her therefore

The fayrest ladie was adiudged for Paramore. So fitly now here commeth next in place, After the proofe of prowesse ended well,

But thereat greatly grudged Arthegall, The controverse of Beauties soveraine grace; And much repynd, that both of victors meede In wbich, to her that doth the most excell, And eke of honour she did him forestall: Shall fall the girdle of faire Florimell:

Yet mote he not withstand what was decreede ; That many wish to win for glorie vaine,

But inly thought of that despightfull deede
And not for vertuous use, which some doe tell Fit time t awaite avenged for to bee.
That glorious belt did in itselfe containe,

This being ended thus, and all agreed, Which ladies ought to love, and seeke for to ob- Then next ensew'd the paragon to see taine.

Of beauties praise, and yeeld the fayrest her due fee. That girdle gave the vertue of chast love

Then first Cambello brought into their view And wivehood true to all that did it beare;

His faire Cambina covered with a veale; But whosoever contrarie doth prove,

Which, being once withdrawne, most perfect hew Might not the same about her middle weare,

And passing beautie did eftsoones reveale, But it would loose, or else aşunder teare.

That able was weake harts away to stcale. Whilome it was (as Faeries wont report)

Next did sir Triamond unto their sight Dame Venus girdle, by her 'steemed deare

The face of his deare Canacee unheale; What time she usd to live in wively sort,

Whose beanties beame eftsoones did shine so bright, But layd aside whenso she usd her looser sport. That daz'd the eyes of all, as with exceeding light. Her husband Vulcan whylome for her sake,

And after her did Paridell produce When first he loved her with heart entire,

His false Duessa, that she might be seene; This pretious ornament, they say, did make,

Wbo with her forged beautie did seduce And wrought in Lemnos with unguenched fire:

The hearts of some that fairest her did wecne; And afterwards did for her loves first hire

As diverse wits affected divers beene. Give it to her, for ever to remaine,

Then did sir Ferramont unto them shew
Therewith to bind lascivious desire,

His Lucida, that was full faire and sheene:
And loose affections streightiy to restraine;
Which vertue it for ever after did retaine.

And after these an bundred ladies moe

Appear'd in place, the which each other did outgoe. The same one day, when she herselfe disposd To visite her beloved paramoure,

All which whoso dare thinke for to enchace, The god of warre, she from her middle loosd,

Him needeth sure a golden pen I weene And left behind her in her secret bowre

To tell the feature of each goodly face." On Acidalian mount, where many an howre

For, since the day that they created beene, She with the pleasant Graces wont to play.

So many heavenly faces were not seene There Florimell in her first ages flowre

Assembled in one place: ne he that thought Was fostered by those Graces, (as they say)

For Chian folke to pourtraict beauties queene, And brought with her from thence that goodly belt By view of all the fairest to him brought, away.

So many faire did see, as here he might have sought. That goodly belt was Cestus hight by name, At last, the most redoubted Britonesse And as her life by her esteemed deare:

Her lovely Amoret did open shew; No wonder then, if that to winne the same Whose face, discovered, plainely did expresse So many ladies sought, as shall appeare;

The heavenly pourtraict of bright angels hew. For pearelesse she was thought that did it beare. Well weened all, which her that time did vew, And now by this their feast all being ended, That she should surely beare the bell away; The iudges, which thereto selected were,

Till Blandamour, who thought he had the trew Into the Martian field adowne descended [tended. And very Florimell, did her display: To deeme this doutfull case, for which they all con- The sight of whom once seene did all the rest dismay.

For all afore that seemed fayre and bright, Whom when the rest did see her to refuse,
Now base and contemptible did appeare, They were full glad, in hope themselves to get her:
Compar'd to her that shone as Phebes light Yet at her choice they all did greatly muse.
Amongst the lesser starres in evening cleare. But, after that, the judges did arret her
All that her saw with wonder ravisht weare, Unto the second best that lov'd her better;
And weend no mortall creature she should bee, That was the Salvage Knight: but he was gone
But some celestiall shape that flesh did beare: In great displeasure, that he could not get her.
Yet all were glad there Florimell to see;

Then was she judged Triamond his one;
Yet thought that Fiorimell was not so faire as shee. But Triamond lov'd Capacee and other none.
As gulefull goldsmith that by secret skill

Tho unto Satyran she was adiudged,
With golden foyle doth finely over-spred

Who was right glad to gaine so goodly meed: Some baser metall, which commend he will But Blandamour thereat full greatly grudged, Unto the vulgar for good gold insted,

And litle prays'd bis labours evill speed,
He much more goodly glosse thereon doth shed That for to winne the saddle lost the stred.
To bide his falshood, then if it were trew: Ne lesse thereat did Paridell complaine,
So hard this idole was to be ared,

And thought t'appeale, from that which was decreed, That Florimell herseife in all mens vew

To single combat with sir Satyrane : She seem'd to passe: so forged things do fairest shew. Thereto him Atè stird, new discord to maintaine. Then was that golden belt by doome of all And eke, with these, full many other knights Graunted to her, as to the fayrest dame.

She through her wicked working did incense Which being brought, about her middle small Her to deinaund and chalenge as their rights, They thought to gird, as best it her became; Deserved for their perils recompense. But by no meanos they could it thereto frame: Amongst the rest, with boastfull vaine pretense For, erer as they fastned it, it loos’d

Stept Braggadochio forth, and as his thrall And fell away, as feeling secret blame.

Her claym’d, by him in battell wonne long sens : Full oft about her wast she it enclos'd;

Whereto herselfe he did to witnesse call;
And it as oft was from about her wast disclos'd : Who, being askt, accordingly confessed all.
That all men wondred at the uncouth sight, Thereat exceeding wroth was Satyran ;
And each one thought, as to their fancies came : And wroth with Satyran was Blandamour;
But she herselfe did thinke it doen for spight, And wroth with Blandamour was Erivan;
And touched was with secret wrath and shame And at them both sir Paridell did loure.
Therewith, as thing deviz'd her to defame.

So all together stird up strifull stoure,
Then many other ladies likewise tride

And readie were new battell to darraine : About their tender loynes to knit the same; Each one profest to be her paramoure, But it would not on none of them abide,

And row'd with speare and shield it to maintaine ; But when they thought it fast, eftsoones it was untide. Ne iudges powre, ne reasons rule, mote them re

restraiue. Which when that scornefull Squire of Damesdid vew, He lowdly gan to laugh, and thus to iest;

Which troublous stirre when Satyrane aviz'd, “ Alas for pittie that so faire a crew,

He gan to cast how to appease the same, As like cannot be seene from east to west,

And, to accord them all, this meanes deviz'd: Cannot find one this girdle to invest!

First in the midst to set that fayrest dame, Fie on the man that did it first invent,

To whom each one bis chalenge should disclame, To shame us all with this, Ungirt unblest! And he himselfe his right would eke releasse: Let never ladie to his love assent,

Then, looke to whom she voluntarie came, That hath this day so many so unmanly sbent.” He should without disturbance her possesse :

Sweete is the love that comes alone with willingnesse. Thereat all knights gan laugh, and ladies lowre: Till that at last the gentle Amoret

They all agreed; and then that spowy mayd Likewise assayd to prove that girdles powre; Was in the middest plast among them all: And, having it about her middle set,

All on her gazing wisht, and vowd, and prayd, Did find it fit witbouten breach or let;

And to the queeue of beautie close did call, Whereat the rest gan greatly to envie :

That she unto their portion might befall. But Florimell exceedingly did fret,

Then when she long had lookt upon each one, And, snatching from her hand halfe angrily As though she wished to have pleasd them all, The belt againe, about her bodie gan it tie : At last to Braggadochio selfe alone

She came of her accord, in spight of all his fone. Yet nathëinore would it her bodie fit; Yet nathelesse to her, as her dew right,

Which when they all beheld, they chaft, and rag'd, It yielded was by them that judged it;

And woxe nigh mad for very harts despight, And she herselfe adjudged to the knight

That from revenge their willes they scarse asswag'd: That bore the hebene speare, as wonne in fight. Some thought from him her to have reft by might; But Pritomart would not thereto assent,

Some profler made with him for her to fight: Ne her owne Amoret forgoe so light

But he nought card for all that they could say; For that strange dame, whose beauties wonderwent For he their words as wind esteemed light: She lesse esteemd then th' others vertuous govern- Yet not fit place he thought it there to stay, ment.

But secretly from thence that night her bore away.

They which remaynd, so soone as they perceiv'd Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent,
That she was gone, departed thence with speed, Ne better had be, ne for better cared:
And follow'd them, in mind her to have reav'd With blistred hands emongst the cinders brent,
From wight unworthie of so noble meed.

And fingers filthie with long nayles unpared, In which poursuit how each one did succeede, Right fit to rend the food on which he fared. Shall else be told in order, as it fell.

His name was Care; a blacksmith by his trade, But now of Britomart it here doth neede

That neither day nor night from working spared, The hard adventures and strange haps to tell; But to small purpose yron wedges made; (vade. Since with the rest she went not after Florimell. Those be unquiet thoughts that carefull minds in

For soone as she them saw to discord set,

In which his worke he had sixe servants prést, Her list no longer in that place abide;

About the andvile standing evermore But, taking with her lovely Amoret,

With huge great hammers, that did never rest

{ Upon her first adventure forth did ride,

From heaping stroakes which thereon soused sore: To seeke her lov'd, making blind Love her guide. All sixe strong groomes, but one then other more; Unluckie mayd, to seeke her enemie!

For by degrees they all were disagreed; Unluckie mayd, to seeke him farre and wide, So likewise did the hammers which they bore Whom, when he was unto herselfe most nie, (scrie! Like belles in greatnesse orderly succeed, [ceede. She through his late disguizement could him not de- That he, which was the last, the first did farre exSo much the more her griefe, the more her toyle: He like a monstrous gyant seem'd in sight, Yet neither toyle nor griefe she once did spare, Farre passing Bronteus or Pyracmon great, In seeking him that should her paine assoyle; The which in Lipari doe day and night Whereto great comfort in her sad misfare

Frame thunderbolts for loves avengefull threate. Was Amoret, companion of her care:

So dreadfully he did the andvile beat, Who likewise sought her lover long miswent, That seem'd to dust he shortly would it drive: The gentle Scudamour, whose heart whileare So huge his hammer, and so fierce his heat, That stryfull hag with gealous discontent

That seem'd a rocke of diamond it could rive Had fild, that he to fell reveng was fully bent ; And rend asunder quite, if he thereto list strive. Bent to revenge on blamelesse Britomart

Sir Scudamour there entring much admired The crime which cursed Atè kindled earst,

The manner of their worke and wearie paine; The which like thornes did pricke his gealous hart, And, having long beheld, at last enquired And through his soule like poysned arrow perst,

The cause and end thereof; but all in vaine; That by no reason it might be reverst,

For they for nought would from their worke refraine, For ought that Glaucè could or doe or say:

Ne let bis speeches come unto their eare. For, aye the more that she the same reherst,

And eke the breathfull bellowes blew amaine, The more it gauld and griev'd him night and day, Like to the northren winde, that none could heare; That nought but dire revenge his anger mote defray. Those Pensifenesse did move ; and sighes the bel

lows weare. So as they travelled, the drouping night

Which when that warriour saw, he said no more, Covered with clondie storme and bitter showre,

But in his armour layd him downe to rest: That dreadfull seem'd to every living wight,

To rest he layd him downe upon the fore, Upon them fell, before her timely howre;

(Whylome for ventrous knights the bedding best) That forced them to seeke some covert bowre, Where they might hide their heads in quiet rest,

And thought his wearie limbs to have redrest.

And that old aged dame, his faithfull squire, And shrowd their persons from that storinie stowre.

Her feeble ioynts layd eke adowne to rest; Not farre away, not meete for any guest, (nest.

That needed much her weake age to desire, They spide a little cottage, like some poore mans

After so long a travell which them both did tire. Under a steepe hilles side it placed was, [banke; | There lay sir Sendamour long while expecting There where the mouldred earth had cav'd the. When gentle sleepe his heavie eyes would close; And fast beside a little brooke did pas

Oft chaunging sides, and oft new place electing, Of muddie water, that like puddle stanke,

Where better seem'd he mote himselfe repose; By which few crooked sallowes grew in ranke: And oft in wrath he thence againe uprose; Whereto approaching nigh, they heard the sound And oft in wrath he layd him downe againe. Of many yron hammers beating ranke,

But, wheresoere he did hiniselfe dispose, And answering their wearie turnes around, [ground. He by no meanes could wished ease obtaine: That seemed some blacksmith dwelt in that desert So every place seem'd painefull, and ech changing

vaine. There entring in, they found the goodman selfe Full busily unto his worke ybent;

And evermore, when he to sleepe did thinke, Who was to weet a wretched wearish elfe,

The hammers sound his senses did molest;
With hollow eyes and rawbone cheekes forspent, And evermore, when he began to winke,
As if he had in prison long bene pent:

The bellowes noyse disturb’d his quiet rest,
Full blacke and griesly did his face appeare, Ne suffred sleepe to settle in his brest,
Besmeard with smoke that nigh his eye-sight blent; And all the night the dogs did barke and howle
With rugged beard, and hoarie shagged heare, About the house, at sent of stranger guest:
The which he never wont to combe, or comely And now the crowing cocke, and now the owle

Lowde shriking, him afficted to the very sowje.

And, if by fortune any litle nap

Who having left that restlesse House of Care, Upon his heavie eye-lids chaunst to fall,

The next day, as he on his way did ride, Eftsoones one of those villeins him did rap Full of melancholie and sad misfare Upon his head-peece with his yron mall;

Through misconceipt, all unawares espide That he was soone awaked therewithall,

An armed knight under a forrest side And lightly started up as one affrayd,

Sitting in shade beside his grazing steede; Or as if one him suddenly did call:

Who, soone as them approaching he descride, So oftentimes be out of sleepe abrayd,

Gan towards them to pricke with eger speede, And then lay musing long on that him ill apayd. That seem'd he was full bent to some mischievous

deede. So long he muzed, and so long he lay, That at the last his wearie sprite opprest

Which Scudamour perceiving forth issewed With fleshly weaknesse, which no creature may

To have rencountred him in equall race; Long time resist, gave place to kindly rest,

But, soone as th' other nigh approaching vewed That all his senses did full soone arrest :

The armes he bore, his speare he gan abase Yet, in his soundest sleepe, his dayly feare

And voide his course;'at which so suddain case His ydle braine gan busily molest,

He wondred much : but th' other thus can say; And made him dreame those two disloyall were:

“ Ah! gentle Scudamour, unto your grace The things, that day most minds, at night doe most

I me submit, and you of pardon pray,

That almost had against you trespassed this day.” appeare:

Whereto thus Scudamour; “ Small harme it were With that the wicked carle, the maister smith,

For any knight upon a ventrous knight
A paire of red-whot yron tongs did take

Without displeasance for to prove his spere.
Out of the burning cinders, and therewith
Under bis side him nipt; that, forst to wake,

But reade you, sir, sith ye my name have hight, He felt his bart for very paine to quake,

What is your owne, that I mote you requite."

“ Certes," sayd he,“ ye mote as now excuse And started up avenged for to be

Me from discovering you my name aright: On him the which his quiet slomber brake:

For time yet serves that I the same refuse; Yet, looking round about him, none could see;

But call ye me the Salvage Knight, as others use. Yet did the smart remaine, though he himselfe did flee.

“Then this, sir Salvage Knight," quoth he, "areede;

Or doe you here within this forrest wodne,
In such disquiet and hart-fretting payne

That seemeth well to answere to your weede,
He all that night, that too long night, did passe. Or have ye it for some occasion donne?
And now the day out of the ocean mayne

That rather seemes, sith knowen armes ye sbonne." Began to peepe above this earthly masse,

“ This other day," sayd he, “ a stranger knight With pearly dew sprinkling the morning grasse: Shame and dishonour hath unto me doune; Then up he rose like heavie lumpe of lead,

On whom I waite to wreake that foule despight, That in his face, as in a looking glasse,

Whenever be this way shall passe by day or night.” The signes of anguish one mote plainely read, And ghesse the man to be dismayd with gealous

“ Shame be bis meede,” quoth he, “that meaneth dread.


But what is he by whom ye shamed were?" Unto his lofty steede he clombe anone,

“A stranger knight," sayd he, “ unknowne by name, And forth upon bis former voiage fared,

But knowne by fame, and by an hebene speare And with him eke that aged squire attone;

With which he all that met him downe did beare. Who, whatsoever perill was prepared,

He, in an open turney lately held, Both equall paines and equall perill shared :

Fro me the honour of that game did reare; The end whereof and daungerous event

And having me, all wearie earst, downe feld, Shall for another canticle be spared :

The fayrest ladie reft, and ever since withheld.” But here my wearie teeme, nigh over-spent,

When Scudamour heard mention of that speare, Shall breath itselfe awhile after so long a went.

He wist right well that it was Britomart,
The which from him bis fairest love did beare.
Tho gan he swell in every inner part

For fell despight, and gnaw his gealous hart,

That thus he sharply sayd ; “ Now by my head, Both Scudamour and Arthegall

Yet is not this the first unknightly part,
Doe fight with Britomart:

Which that same knight, whom by bis launce I read, He sees her face; doth fall in love,

Hoth doen to noble knights, that many makes him And soone from her depart.

dread: What equall torment to the griefe of mind " For lately he my love hath fro me reft, And pyning anguish hid in gentle hart,

And eke defiled with foule villanie
That inly feeds itselfe with thoughts unkind, The sacred pledge which in his faith was left,
And nourisheth her owne consuming smart! In shame of knighthood and fidelitie;
What medicine can any leaches art

The which ere long full deare he shall abie:
Yeeld such a sore, that doth her grievance hide, And if to that avenge by you decreed
And will to none her maladie impart !

This hand may helpe, or succour ought supplie, Such was the wound that Scudamour did gride; It shall not fayle whenso ye shall it need." (agreed. For which Dan Phebus selfe cannot a salve provide. So both to wreake their wrathes on Britomart

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