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But he their sonne full fresh and iolly was, Next these the plenteous Ouse came far from land,
All decked in a robe of watchet hew,

By many a city and by many a towne,
On which the waves, glittering like christall glas, And many rivers taking under-hand
So cunningly enwoven were, that few

Into his waters, as he passeth downe,
Could weenen whether they were false or trew: (The Cle, the Were, the Guant, the Sture, the Rowne)
And on his head like to a coronet

Thence doth by Huntingdon and Cambridge ilit, He wore, that seemed strange to common vew, My mother Cambridge, whom as with a crowue In which were many towres and castels set, He doth adorne, and is adorn'd of it That it encompast round as with a golden fret. With many a gentle Muse and many a learned wit. Like as the mother of the gods, they say,

And after him the fatall Welland went, In her great iron charet wonts to ride,

That if old sawes prove true (which God forbid!) When to loves pallace she doth take her way,

Shall drowne all Holland with his excrement, Old Cybele, arayd with pompous pride,

And shall see Stamford, though now homely hid, Wearing a diademe embattild wide

Then shine in learning more then ever did With hundred turrets, like a turribant.

Cambridge or Oxford, Englands goodly beames. With such an one was Thamis beautifide;

And next to him the Nene downe softly slid; That was to weet the famous Troynovant,

And bounteous Trent, that in himselfe enseames In which her kingdomes throne is chiefly resiant. Both thirty sorts of fish and thirty sundry streames. And round about him many a pretty page] Next these came Tyne, along whose stony bancke Attended duely, ready to obay;

That Romaine monarch built a brasen wall, All little rivers which owe vassallage

Which mote the feebled Britons strongly flancke To him, as to their lord, and tribute pay:

Against the Picts that swarıned over all, The chaulky Kenet; and the Thetis gray; Which yet thereof Gualsever they doe call: The morish Cole; and the soft-sliding Breane; And Twede, the limit betwixt Logris land The wanton Lee, that oft doth loose his way; And Albany: and Eden, though but small, And the still Darent, in whose waters cleane Yet often stainde with bloud of many a band Ten thousand fishes play and decke his pleasant Of Scots and English both, that tyned on his strand. streame.

Then came those sixe sad brethren, like forlorne, Then came bis neighbour flouds which nigh him That whilome were, as antique fathers tell, dwell,

Sixe valiant knights of one faire nymphe yborne, And water all the English soile throughout; Which did in noble deedes of armes excell, They all on him this day attended well,

And wonued there where now Yorke people dwell; And with meet service waited him about ;

Still Ure, swift Werfe, and Oze the most of might, Ne none disdained low to him to lout:

High Swale, unquiet Nide, and troublous Skell; No not the stately Severne grudg’d at all,

All whom a Scythian king, that Humber hight, Ne storming Humber, though he looked stout;

Slew cruelly, and in the river drowned quite: But both him honor'd as their principall, And let their swelling waters low before him fall.

But past not long, ere Brutus warlicke sonne,

Locrinus, them aveng'd, and the same date, There was the speedy Tamar, which divides

Which the proud Humber unto them had donne, The Cornish and the Devonish confines; Through both whose borders swiftly downe it glides, For in the selfe same river, where he late

By equall dome repayd on his owne pate : And, meeting Plim, to Plimmouth thence declines:

Had drenched them, he drowned him againe ; And Dart, nigh chockt with sands of tinny mines :

And nam'd the river of his wretched fate; But Avon marched in more stately path,

Whose bad condition yet it doth retaine, (maine. Proud of his adamants with which he shines And glisters wide, as als of wondrous Bath, Chath. Oft tossed with his stormes which therein still reAnd Bristow faire, which on his waves he builded These after came the stony shallow Lone, And there came Stoure with terrible aspect,

That to old Loncaster bis name doth lend; Bearing his sixe deformed heads on hye,

And following Dee, which Britons long ygone That doth his course through Blandford plains direct, Did call divine, that doth by Chester tend; And washeth Winborne meades in season drye.

And Conway, which out of his streame doth send Next bim went Wylibourne with passage slye,

Plenty of pearles to decke his dames withall; That of his wylinesse his name doth take,

And Lindus, that his pikes doth most commend, And of himselfe doth name the shire thereby :

Of which the auncient Lincolne men doe call : And Mole, that like a pousling mole doth make All these together marched toward Proteus hall. His way still under ground till Thames he overtake.

Ne thence the Irishe rivers absent were: Then came the Rother, decked all with woods Sith no lesse famous then the rest they bee, Like a wood-god, and flowing fast to Rhy; And joyne in neighbourhood of kingdome nere, And Sture, that parteth with his pleasant floods Why should they not likewise in love agree, The Easterne Saxons from the Southerne ny, And ioy likewise this solemne day to see? And Clare and Harwitch both doth beautify: They saw it all, and present were in place; Him follow'd Yar, soft washing Norwitch wall, Though I them all, according their degree, And with him brought a present ioyfully

Cannot recount, nor tell their hidden race, Of his owne fish unto their festivall, (ruffins call. Nor read the salvage countries thorough which Whose like none else could shew, the which they

they pace.

There was the Liffy rolling downe the lea; And after these the sea-nymphs marched all, The sandy Slane; the stony Aubrian;

All goodly damzels, deckt with long greene haire, The spacious Shenan spreading like a sea ; Whom of their sire Nereïdes men call, The pleasant Boyne; the fishy fruitfull Ban; All which the Oceans daughter to him bare, Swift Awniduff, which of the English man

The gray-eyde Doris ; all which fifty are;
Is calde Blacke-water; and the Liffar deep; All which she there on her attending had :
Sad Trowis, that once his people over-ran; Swift Proto'; milde Eucratè; Thetis faire ;
Strong Allo tombling from Slewlogher steep; (weep. Soft Spio; sweete Endorè; Sao sad;
And Mulla mine, whose waves I whilom taught to Light Doto ; wanton Glaucè; and Galenè glad;
And there the three renowned brethren were, White-hand Eunica; proud Dynamenė;
Which that great gyant Blomius begot

loyous Thalia; goodly Amphitrite ;
Of the faire nimph Rhejisa wandring there : Lovely Pasithee; kinde Eulimene;
One day, as she to shunne the season whot Light-foote Cymothoë; and sweete Melitè;
Under Slewboome in shady grove was got,

Fairest Pherusa; Phao lilly white;
This gyant found her and by force deflowr'd; Wondred Agavè'; Poris; and Nesæa ;
Whereof conceiving, she in time forth brought With Erato that doth in love delite;
These three faire sons, which being thenceforth powrd And Panopæ; and wise Protomedæa ;
In three great rivers ran, and many countreis scowrd. And snowy-neckd Doris; and milke-white Gala.

thea; The first the gentle Shure that, making way By sweet Clonmell, adornes rich Waterford ; Speedy Hippothoë; and chaste Actea; The next, the stubborne Newre, whose waters gray Large Lisianassa ; and Pronæa sage; By faire Kilkenny and Rosseponte boord ; Euagorè; and light Pontoporea; The third, the goodly Barow which doth hoord And, she that with her least word can asswage Great heaps of salmons in his deepe bosóme: The surging seas wben they do sprest rage, All which, long sundred, doe at last accord Cymodocè; and stout Autonoë ; To joyne in one, ere to the sea they come ; And Neso; and Eione well in age; So, flowing all from one, all one at last become. And seeming still to smile Glauconomè;

And, she that hight of many heastes, Polynome;
There also was the wide embayed Mayre;
The pleasaunt Bandon crownd with many a wood; Fresh Alimeda deckt with girlond greene;
The spreading Lee that, like an island fayre, Hyponeo with salt-bedewed wrests;
Encloseth Corke with his divided flood;

Laomedia like the christall sheene;
And balefull Oure late staind with English blood : Liagore much praisd for wise behests;
With many more whose names no tongue can tell. And Psamathè for her brode snowy brests;
All which that day in order seemly good

Cymo; Eupompe; and Themiste iust;
Did on the Thames attend, and waited well And, she that vertue loves and vice detests,
To doe their dueful service, as to them befell. Euarna ; and Menippè true in trust;

And Nemertea learned well to rule her lust.
Then came the bride, the lovely Medua came,
Clad in a vesture of unknowen geare

All these the daughters of old Nereus were,
And uncouth fashion, yet her well became, Which have the sea in charge to them assinde,
That seem'd like silver sprinckled here and theare To rule his tides, and surges to uprere,
With glittering spangs that did like starres appeare, To bring forth stormes, or fast them to upbiude,
And wav'd upon, like water chamelot,

And sailers save from wreckes of wrathfuil winde, To hide the metall, which yet every where And yet besides, three thousand more there were Bewrayd itselfe, to let men plainely wot

Of th’ Oceans seede, but loves and Phoebus kinde; It was no mortali worke, that seem'd and yet was not. The which in floods and fountaines doe appere,

And all mankinde do nourish with their waters clere. Her goodly lockes adowne her backe did flow Unto ber waste, with flowres bescattered,

The which, more eath it were for mortall wight The which ambrosiall odours forth did throw To tell the sands, or count the starres on hye, To all about, and all her shoulders spred

Or ought more hard, then thinke to reckon right, As a new spring; and likewise on her hed But well I wote that these, which I descry, A chapelet of sundry flowers she wore,

Were present at this great solemnity :
From under which the deawy bumour shed And there, amongst the rest, the mother was
Did tricle downe her baire, like to the hore Of luckelesse Marinell, Cymodocè;
Congealed litle drops which doe the morne adore. Which, for my Muse herselfe now tyred has,

Unto an other canto I will overpas.
On her two pretty handmaides did attend,
One cald the Theise, the other cald the Crane;
Which on her waited things amisse to mend,
And both behind upheld her spredding traine;
Under the which her feet appeared plaine,
Her silver feet, faire washt against this day;
And her before there paced pages twaine,
Both clad in colours like and like array,
The Doune and eke the Frith, both which prepard

her way.

“ Yet loe! the seas I see by often beating
CANTO XII.

Doe pearce the rockes; and hardest marble weares;
But his hard rocky hart for no entreating

Will yeeld, but, when my piteous plaints he heares, Marin, for love of Florimell,

Is hardned more with my aboundant teares :
In languor wastes his life:

Yet though he never list to me relent,
The nymph, his mother, getteth her

But let me waste in woe my wretched yeares, And gives to him for wife.

Yet will I never of my love repent,

But ioy that for his sake I suffer prisonment. O What an endlesse worke bave I in band, To count the seas abundant progeny,

“ And when my weary ghost, with griefe ontworne, Whose fruitfull seede farre passeth those in land, By timely death shall winne her wished rest, And also those which wonne in th' azure sky! Let then this plaint unto his eares be borne, For much more eath to tell the starres on hy, That blame it is, to him that armes profest, Albe they endlesse seeme in estimation,

To let her die whom he might have redcest !" Then to recount the seas posterity:

There did she pause, inforced to give place So fertile be the flouds in generation,

Unto the passion that her heart opprest; $0 huge their numbers, and so numberlesse their And, after sbe bad wept and wail'd a space, nation,

She gan afresh thus to renew her wretched case : Therefore the antique wisards well invented “Ye gods of seas, if any gods at all That Venus of the fomy sea was bred ;

Have care of right or ruth of wretches wrong, For that the seas by her are most augmented. By one or other way me woefull thrall Witnesse th' exceeding fry which there are fed, Deliver hence out of this dungeon strong, And wondrous sholes which may of none be red. In which I daily dying am too long : Then blame me not if I bave err'd in count And if ye deeme me death for loving one Of gods, of nymphs, of rivers, yet unred:

That loves not me, then doe it not prolong, For though their numbers do much more surmount, But let me die and end my daies attone, Yet all those same were there which erst I did re- And let him live unlovid, or love himselfe alone. count.

“But if that life ye unto me decree, All those were there, and many other more, Then let mee live, as lovers ought to do, Whose names and nations were tou long to tell, And of my lifes deare love beloved be: That Proteus house they fild even to the dore; And, if he should through pride your doome undo, Yet were they all in order, as befell,

Do you by duresse him compell thereto, According their degrees disposed well.

And in this prison put him here with me; Amongst the rest was faire Cymodocè,

One prison fittest is to hold us two: The mother of unlucky Marinell,

So had I rather to be thrall then free; Who thither with her came, to learne and see Such thraldome or such freedome let it surely be. The manner of the gods when they at banquet be.

“ But () vaine iudgment, and conditions vaine, But for he was balfe mortall, being bred

The which the prisoner points unto the free ! Of mortal sire, though of immortall wombe, The whiles I him condemne, and deeme his pajne, He might not with immortall food be fed, He where he list goes loose, and laughes at me: Ne with th' eternall gods to bancket come; So ever loose, so ever happy be! But walkt abrode, and round about did rome But whereso loose or happy that thou art, To view the building of that uncouth place, Know, Marinell, that all this is for thee!" That seem'd unlike unto his earthly home : With that she wept and wail'd, as if her hart, Where, as he to and fro by cbaunce did trace, Would quite have burst through great abundance There unto him betid a disadventrous case.

of her smart. Under the hanging of an hideous clieffe

All which complaint when Marinell had heard, He heard the lamentable voice of one,

And understood the cause of all her care That piteously complaind her carefull griefie, To come of him for using her so hard; Which never she before disclosd to none,

His stubborne heart, that never felt misfare, But to berselfe her sorrow did bemone :

Was toucht with soft remorse and pitty rare; So feelingly her case she did complaine,

That even for griefe of minde he oft did grone, That ruth it moved in the rocky stone,

And inly wish that in his powre it weare And made it seeme to feele her grievous paine,

Her to redresse: but since he meanes found none, And oft to grone with billowes beating from the maine: He could no more but her great misery bemone. “Though vaine I see my sorrowes to unfold Thus whilst his stony heart with tender ruth And count my cares, when none is nigh to hcare ; Was toucht, and mighty courage mollifide, Yet, hoping griefe may lessen being told,

Dame Venus sonne that tameth stubborne youth I will them tell though unto no man neare: With iron bit, and maketh him abide For Heaven, that unto all lends equall eare, Till like a victor on his backe he ride, Is farre from hearing of my heavy plight;

Into his mouth his maystring bridle threw, And lowest Hell, to which I lie most neare, That made him stoupe, till he did him bestride : Lares not what evils hap to wretched wight: Then gan he make him tread his steps anew, And greedy seas doe in the spoile of life delight. And learne to love by learning lovers paines to rew, Now gan he in his grieved minde devise,

Which when his mother saw, she in her mind How from that dungeon he might her enlarge : Was troubled sore, ne wist well what to weene; Some while he thought, by faire and humble wise Ne could by search nor any meanes out find To Proteus selfe to sue for her discharge :

The secret cause and nature of his teene, But then he feard his mothers former charge Whereby she might apply some medicine; Gainst womens love, long given him in vaine: But weeping day and night did him attend, Then gan he thinke, perforce with sword and targe And mourn'd to see her losse before her eyne, Her forth to fetch, and Proteus to constraine : Which griev'd her more that she it could not mend: But soone he gan such folly to forthinke againe. To see an helplesse evill double griefe doth lend. Then did he cast to steale her thence away, Nought could she read the root of his disease, And with him beare where none of her might know. Ne weene what mister maladie it is, But all in vaine: for why? he found no way Whereby to seeke some means it to appease. To enter in, or issue forth below;

Most did she thinke, but most she thought amis, For all about that rocke the sea did flow.

That that same former fatall wound of his And though into his will she given were,

Whyleare by Tryphon was not throughly healed, Yet, without ship or bote her thence to row, But closely rankled under th' orifis : He wist not how her thence away to bere;

Least did she thinke, that which he most concealed, And daunger well he wist long to continue there. That love it was, which in his hart lay unrevealed. At last, whenas no meanes he could invent, Therefore to Tryphon she againe doth bast, Backe to himselfe he gan returne the blame, And him doth chyde as false and fraudulent, That was the author of her punishment;

That fayld the trust, which she in him had plast, And with vile curses and reprochfull shame To cure her sonne, as he his faith had lent; To damne himselfe by every evil name,

Who now was falne into new languishment And deeme unworthy or of love or life,

Of his old hurt, which was not throughly cured. That had despisde so chast and faire a dame, So backe he came unto her patient; Which him had sought through trouble and long Where searching every part, her well assured strife;

That it was no old sore which his new paine procured; Yet had refusde a god that her had sought to wife.

But that it was some other maladie, In this sad plight he walked here and there,

Or grief unknowne, which he could not discerne: *And romed round about the rocke in vaine,

So l'eft he her withouten remedie. As he had lost himselfe he wist not where; Then gan her heart to faint, and quake, and earne, Oft listening if he mote her heare againe ;

And inly troubled was, the truth to learne. And still bemoning her unworthy paine:

Unto himselfe she came, and him besought, Like as an hynde whose calfe is falne unwares

Now with faire speeches, now with threatnings sterne, Into some pit, where she him heares complaine,

If ought lay hidden in his grieved thought, An hundred times about the pit side fares,

It to reveale: who still her answered, there was Right sorrowfully mourning her bereaved cares.

nought. And now by this the feast was throughly ended,

Nathlesse she rested not so satisfide; And every one gan homeward to resort:

But leaving watry gods, as booting nought, Which seeing, Marinell was sore offended

Unto the shinie Heaven in haste she hide,
That his departure thence should be so short,

And thence Apollo king of leaches brought.
And leave his love in that sea-walled fort:
Yet durst he not his mother disobay;

Apollo came; who, soone as he had sought

Through his disease, did by and by out find But, her attending in full seemly sort,

That he did languish of some inward thought, Did march amongst the many all the way;

The which afflicted his engrieved mind; And all the way did inly mourne, like one astray.

Which love he red to be, that leads each living kind, Being returned to his mothers bowre, In solitary silence far from wight

Which when he had unto his mother told, He gan record the lamentable stowre,

She gan thereat to fret and greatly grieve : In which his wretched love lay day and night,

And, comming to her sonne, gan first to scold For his deare sake, that ill deservd that plight:

And chyde at him that made her misbelieve: The thought whereof empierst his hart so deepe,

But afterwards she gan him soft to shrieve, That of no worldly thing he tooke delight;

And wooe with fair intreatie, to disclose Ne dayly food did take, ne nightly sleepe,

Which of the nymphes his heart so sore did miere : But pyn'd, and mouru’d, and languisht, and alone

For sure she weeud it was some one of those,
Which he had lately seene, that for his love he chose.

did weepe;

That in short space his wonted chearefull hew
Gan fade, and lively spirits deaded quight:
His cheeke-bones raw, and eie-pits hollow grew,
And brawney armes had lost their knowen might,
That nothing like himselfe he seem'd in sight.
Ere long so weake of limbe, and sicke of love
He woxe, that lenger he note stand upright,
But to his bed was brought, and layd above,
Like ruefull ghost, unable once to stir or move.

Now lesse she feared that same fatall read,
That warned him of womens love beware:
Which being ment of mortal creatures sead,
For love of nymphes she thought she need not care,
But promist him, whatever wight she weare,
That she her love to him would shortly gaine :
So he her told : but soone as she did heare
That Florimell it was which wrought his paine,
She gan afresh to chafe, and grieve in every vaine.

Yet since she saw the streight extremitie,

He graunted it: and streight his warrant made, In which his life unluckily was layd,

Under the sea-god's seale autenticall, It was no time to scan the prophecie,

Commaunding Proteus streight t' enlarge the mayd Whether old Proteus true or false had sayd, Which wandring on his seas imperiall That his decay should happen by a mayd; He lately tooke, and sithence kept as thrall. (It 's late, in death, of daunger to advize; Which she receiving with meete thankefulnesse, Or love forbid him, that his life denayd ;)

Departed straight to Proteus therewithall: But rather gan in troubled mind devize

Who, reading it with inward loathfulnesse, How she that ladies libertie might enterprize. Was grieved to restore the pledge he did possesse. To Proteus selfe to sew she thought it yaine, Yet durst he not the warrant to withstand, Who was the root and worker of her woe;

But unto her delivered Florimell. Nor unto any meaner to complaine;

Whom she receiving by the lilly hand, But unto great king Neptune selfe did goe, Admyr'd her beautie much, as she mote well, And, on her knee before him falling lowe,

For she all living creatures did excell, Made humble suit unto his maiestie

And was right joyous that she gotten had To graunt to her her sonnes life, which his foe, So faire a wife for her sonne Marinell. A cruell tyrant, had presumpteouslie [die. So home with her she streight the virgin lad, By wicked doome condemn'd a wretched death to And shewed her to him then being sore bestad. To whom god Neptune, softly smyling, thus; Who soone as he bebeld that angels face “ Daughter, me seemes of double wrong ye plaine, Adorn’d with all divine perfection, Gainst one that hath both wronged you and us: His cheared heart eftsoones away gan chace For death t'adward I ween'd did appertaine Sad Death, revived with her sweet inspection, To none but to the seas sole soveraine :

And feeble spirit inly felt refection; Read therefore who it is which this bath wrought, As withered weed through cruell winters tine, And for what cause; the truth discover plaine : That feeles the warmth of sunny beames reflection, For never wight so evill did or thought,

Liftes up his head that did before decline, But would some rightfull cause pretend, though and gins to spread his leafe before the faire sun rightly nought.”

shine.

To whom she answer'd; “Then it is by name
Proteus, that hath ordayn'd my sonne to die;
For that a waift, the which by fortune came
Upon your seas, he claym'd as propertie:
And yet nor his, nor his in equitie,
But yours the waift by high prerogative :
Therefore I humbly crave your majestie
It to replevie, and my sonne reprive:
So shall you by one gift save all us three alive.”

Right so himselfe did Marinelt upreare,
When he in place his dearest love did spy;
And though his limbs could not his bodie beare,
Ne former strength returne so suddenly,
Yet chearefull signes he shewed outwardly.
Ne lesse was she in secret hart affected,
But that she masked it with modestie,
For feare she should of lightnesse be detected :
Which to another place I leave to be perfected.

VOL III.

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