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Whiles thus they communed, lo! farre away At length, whenas he saw her hastie heat
Heaping huge strokes as thicke as showre of hayle,
As if he thought her soule to disentrayle. That first I may that wrong to him requite: Ah! cruell hand, and thrise more cruell hart, And, if I hap to fayle, you shall recure my right.” That workst such wrecke on her to whom thou,
dearest art! Which being yeelded, he his threatfull speare Gan fewter, and against her fiercely ran.
What yron courage ever could endure Who soone as she him saw approching neare
To worke such outrage on so fayre a creature ! With so fell rage, herselfe she lightly gan
And in his madnesse thinke with hands impure To dight, to welcome him well as she can;
To spoyle so goodly workmanship of Nature, But entertaind him in so rude a wise,
The Maker selfe resembling in her feature ! That to the ground she smote both horse and man; Certes some hellish furie or some feend Whence neither greatly hasted to arise,
This mischiefe framd, for their first loves defeature, But on their common harmes together did devise.
To bath their hands in bloud of dearest freend,
Thus long they trac'd and traverst to and fro, And, eft aventring his steele-headed launce,
Sometimes pursewing, and sometimes pursewed, Against her rode, full of despiteous ire,
Still as advantage they espyde thereto: That nonght but spoyle and vengeance did require: But toward th’ end sir Arthegall renewed But to himselfe bis felonous intent
His strength still more, but she still more decrewed. Returning disappointed his desire,
At last his lucklesse hand he heav'd on hie, Whiles unawares his saddle he forewent,
Having his forces all in one accrewed, And found himselfe on ground in great amazëment. And therewith stroke at her so hideouslie,
That seemed nought but death mote be her destinie. Lightly he started up out of that stound, And snatching forth his direfull deadly blade The wicked stroke upon her helmet chaunst, Did leape to her, as doth an eger hound
And with the force, which in itselfe it bore, Thrust to an hynd within some covert glade, Her ventayle shard away, and thence forth glaunst Whom without perill he cannot invade:
Adowne in vaine, ne harı'd her any more. With such fell greedines he her assa yled,
With that, her angels face, unseene afore, That though she mounted were, yet he her made Like to the ruddie morne appeard in sight, To give him ground, (so much his force prevayled) | Deawed with silver drops through sweating sore; And shun his mightie strokes, gainst which no armes But somewhat redder then beseem'd aright, (fight: avayled.
Through toylesome heat and labour of her weary So, as they coursed here and there, it chaunst
And round about the same her yellow heare, That, in her wheeling round, behind her crest Having through stirring loosd their wonted band, So sorely he her strooke, that thence it glaunst
Like to a golden border did appeare, Adowne her backe, the which it fairely blest
Framed in goldsmithes forge with cunning hand : From foule mischance; ne did it ever rest,
Yet goldsmithes cunning could not understand Till on her horses hinder parts it fell;
To frame such subtile wire, so shinie cleare; Where byting deepe so deadly it imprest,
For it did glister like the golden sand, That quite it chynd his backe behind the sell,
The which Pactolus with his waters shere And to alight on foote her algates did compell:
Throwes forth upon the rivage round about him nere.
And as his hand he up againe did reare, Like as the lightning-brond from riven skie,
Thinking to worke on her his utmost wracke, Throwne out by angry love in his vengeance,
His powrelesse arme benumbd with secret feare With dreadfull force falles on some steeple hie;
From his revengefull purpose shronke abacke, Which battring downe, it on the church doth glance, And cruell sword out of his fingers slacke And tearcs it all with terrible mischance.
Fell downe to ground, as if the steele had sence Yet she, no whit dismayd, her steed forsooke;
And felt some ruth, or sence his hand did lacke And, casting from her that enchaunted lance,
Or both of them did thinke obedience Unto her sword and shield her soone betooke;
To doe to so divine a beauties excellence. And therewithall at him right furiously she strooke.
And he himselfe, long gazing thereupon,
At last fell humbly downe upon his knee,
Weening some heavenly goddesse he did see, And yeeld unto her weapun way to pas :
Or else unweeting what it else might bee; Whose raging rigour neither steele nor bras And pardon her besought his errour frayle, Could stay, but to the tender flesh it went,
That had done outrage in so high degree: And pour'd the purple bloud forth on the gras; Whilest trembling horrour did his sense assayle, That all his mayle yriv'd, and plates yrent, And made ech member quake, and manly hart to Shew'd all his bodie bare unto the cruell dent.
Nathelesse she, full of wrath for that late stroke, When Glaucè thus gan wisely all upknit;
To be spectators of this uncouth fit,
Ne thenceforth feare the thing that hethertoo But, die or live, for nought he would upstand; Hath troubled both your mindes with idle thought, But her of pardou prayd more earnestlie,
Fearing least she your loves away should woo; Or wreake on him her will for so great iniurie. Feared in vaine, sith meanes ye see there wants
theretoo. Which whenas Scudamour, who now abrayd, Behold, whereas he stood not farre aside,
“ And you, sir Artegall, the Salvage Knight, He was therewith right wondrously dismayd;
Henceforth may not disdaine that womans hand And drawing nigh, whenas he plaine descride
Hath conquered you anew in second fight : That peerclesse paterne of dame Natures pride
For whylome they have conquered sea, and land, And heavenly image of perfection,
And Heaven itselfe, that nought may them withstand : He blest himselfe as one sore terrifide;
Ne henceforth be rebellious unto love, And, turning feare to faint devotion,
That is the crowne of knighthood and the band
Of noble minds derived from above, Did worship her as some celestiall vision.
Which, being knit with vertue, never will remove. Dut Glaucè, seeing all that chaunced there,
“ And you, faire ladie knight, my dearest dame, Well weeting how their errour to assoyle,
Relent the rigour of your wrathfull will, Full glad of so good end, to them drew nere,
Whose fire were better turn'd to other flame; And her salewd with seemely bel-accoyle,
And, wiping out remembrance of all ill, loyous to see her safe after long toyle:
Graunt him your grace; but so that he fulfill Then her besought, as she to her was deare,
The penance which ye shall to him empart: To graunt unto those warriours truce awhyle;
For lovers Heaven must passe by sorrowes Hell." Which yeelded, they their bevers up did reare,
Thereat full inly blushed Britomart; And shew'd themselves to her such as indeed they But Artegall close-smyling joy'd in secret hart, were.
Yet durst he not make love so suddenly, When Britomart with sharpe avizefull eye
Ne thinke th' affection of her hart to draw Beheld the lovely face of Artegall
From one to other so quite contrary : Tempred with sternesse and stout maiestie,
Besides her modest countenance he saw She gan eftsoones it to her mind to call
So goodly grave, and full of princely aw, To be the same which, in her fathers hall,
That it his ranging fancie did refraine, Long since in that enchaunted glasse she saw:
And looser thoughts to lawfull bounds withdraw; Therewith her wrathfull courage gan appall,
Whereby the passion grew more fierce and faine, And haughtie spirits meekely to adaw, [draw. Like to a stubborne steede whom strong hand would That her enhaunced hand she downe can soft with
restraine. Yet she it forst to have againe upheld,
But Scudamour, whose hart twixt doubtfull feare As fayning choler which was turn’d to cold:
And feeble hope hung all this while suspence, But ever, when his visage she beheld,
Desiring of his Amoret to heare Her hand fell downe, and would no longer hold
Some gladfull newes and sure intelligence, The wrathfull weapon gainst his countnance bold:
Her thus bespake; “But, sir, without offence But, when in vaine to fight she oft assayd,
Mote I request you tydings of my love, She arm'd her tongue, and thought at him to scold: My Amoret, sith you her freed fro thence Nathlesse her tongue not to her will obayd, Where she, captíved long, great woes did prove; But brought forth speeches myld when she would That where ye left I may her seeke, as doth behove." have missayd.
To whom tbus Britomart; “ Certes, sir Knight, But Scudamour now woxen inly glad
What is of her become, or whether reft,
For from that time I from enchaunters theft
And evermore from villenie her kept: I ioy to see you lout so low on ground,
Ne ever was there wight to me more deare And now become to live a ladies thrall, (all.” Then she, ne unto whom I more true love did beare : That whylome in your minde wont to despise them
“ Till on a day, as through a desert wyld Soone as she heard the name of Artegall,
We travelled, both wearie of the way
Where fearelesse I to sleepe me downe did lay:
But no where could her tind, nor tydings of her Thinking to hide the depth by troubling of the flood.
When Soudamour those heavie tydings heard, With which she for the present was appeased,
She inly were and in her mind displeased.
Of this or that, the time for to delay,
But all she did was but to weare out day.
Which she forgot, whereby excuse to make :
To Scudamour, whom she had left behind; Where goodly solace was unto them made, With whom she went to seeke faire Amoret, And dayly feasting both in bowre and hall,
Her second care, though in another kind : Untill that they their wounds well healed had, For vertues onely sake, which doth beget And wearie limmes recur'd after late usage bad. True love and faithfull friendship, she by her did set, In all which time sir Artegall made way
Backe to that desert forrest they retyred, Unto the love of noble Britomart,
Where sorie Britomart had lost her late : And with meeke service and much suit did lay There they her sought, and every where inquired Continuall siege unto her gentle hart;
Where they might tydings get of her estate; Which, being whylome launcht with lovely dart, Yet found they none. But, by what haplesse fate More eath was new impression to receive;
Or hard misfortune she was thence convayd, However she her paynd with womanish art
And stolne away from her beloved mate,
Amoret rapt by greedie Lust
Belphebe saves from dread: Till they with marriage meet might finish that ac- The squire her loves; and, being blam'de cord.
His daies in dole doth lead.
Tho, when they had long time there taken rest, Great god of love, that with thy cruell darts Sir Artegall, who all this while was bound
Doest conquer greatest conquerors on ground, Upon an hard adventure yet in quest,
And setst thy kingdome in the captive harts Fit time for bim thence to depart it found, Of kings and Keasars to thy service bound; To follow that which he did long propound; What glorie or what guerdon hast thou found And unto her his congee came to take:
In feeble ladies tyranning so sore,
And so and so to noble Britomart:
Thou martyrest with sorow and with smart,
With beares and tygers taking heavie part,
Withouten comfort and withouten guide; But till the horned Moone three courses did expire. That pittie is to heare the perils whicb sbe tride.
So soone as she with that brave Britonesse With that she heard some one close by her side
Which she long listning, softly askt againe
What mister wight it was that so did plaine? T' alight, and rest their wearie limbs a while. To whom thus aunswer'd was;“Ah! wretched wight, There heavie sleepe the eye-lids did surprise That seekes to know anothers griefe in vaine, Of Britomart after long tedious toyle,
Unweeting of thine owne like haplesse plight: That did her passed paines in quiet rest assoyle. Selfe to forget to mind another is ore-sight!" The whiles faire Amoret of nought affeard,
“ Aye me!” said she, “where am I, or with whom? Walkt through the wood, for pleasure or for need, Emong the living, or emong the dead? When suddenly behind her backe she heard
What shall of me unhappy maid become? One rushing forth out of the thickest weed,
Shall death be th’end, or ought else worse, aread.”. That, ere she backe could turne to taken heed,
Unhappy mayd," then answer'd she, “ whose Had unawarrs her snatched up from ground:
dread Feebly she shriekt, but so feebly indeed
Untride is lesse then when thou shalt it try: That Britomart heard not the shrilling sound,
Death is to bim, that wretched life doth lead, There where through weary travel she lay sleeping Both grace aud gaine; but he in Hell doth lie, sound.
That lives a loathed life, and wishing cannot die. It was to weet a wilde and salvage man; Yet was no man, but onely like in shape,
“ This dismall day hath thee a caytive made, And eke in stature higher by a span;
And vassall to the vilest wretch alive; All overgrowne with haire, that could awhape
Whose cursed usage and ungodly trade An hardy hart; and his wide mouth did gape
The Heavens abhorre, and into darkenesse drive: With huge great teeth, like to a tusked bore:
For on the spoile of women he doth live, For he liv'd all on ravin and on rape
Whose bodies chast, whenever in his powre Of men and beasts; and fed on fleshly gore,
He may them catch unable to gainestrive, The signe whereof yet stain'd his blooudy lips afore.
He with his shamefull lust doth first deflowre,
And afterwardes themselves doth cruelly devoure, His neather lip was not like man nor beast, But like a wide deepe poke downe hanging low,
“ Now twenty daies, by which the sonnes of men In whieh he wont the reliekes of his feast
Divide their workes, have past through Heven sheene, And cruell spoyle, which he had spard, to stow : Since I was brought into this dolefull den ; And over it bis huge great nose did grow,
During which space these sory eies have seen Full dreadfully empurpled all with blood;
Seaven women by him slaine and eaten clene: And downe both sides two wide long eares did glow, And now no more for him but I alone, And raught downe to his waste when up he stood, And this old woman, here remaining beene, More great then th’eares of elephants by Indus Till thou cam'st hither to augment our mone; flood.
And of us three to morrow he will sure eate one." His wast was with a wreath of yvie greene
“ Ah! dreadfull tidings which thou doest declare,” Engirt about, ne other garment wore;
Quoth she, “ of all that ever hath beene knowen! For all his haire was like a garment seene; Full many great calamities and rare And in his hand a tall young oake he bore, This feeble brest endured hath, but none Whose knottie snags were sharpned all afore,
Eqnall to this, whereever I have goue. And beath'd in fire for steele to be in sted,
But what are you, whom like unlucky lot But whence he was, or of what wombe ybore,
Hath linckt with me in the same chaine attone?" Of beasts, or of the earth, I have not red;
“To tell," quoth she, “that which ye see, needs not; But certes was with milke of wolves and tygres fed. A wofull wretched majd, of God and man forgot! This ugly creature in his armes her snatcht,
“ But what I was, it irkes me to reherse; And through the forrest bore her quite away With briers and bushes all to rent and scratcht;
Daughter unto a lord of high degree; Ne care he had, ne pittie of the pray,
That ioyd in happy peace, till Fates perverse Which many a knight had sought so many a day: With guilefull Love did secretly agree
To overthrow my state and dignitie.
It was my lot to love a gentle swaine,
Yet was he but a squire of low degree;
Yet was he meet, unless mine eye did faine,
Yet nothing could my fixed mind remove,
And, rather then my love abandon so, Ne wist whether above she were or under ground. Both sire and friends and all for ever to forge.
" Thenceforth I sought by secret meanes to worke It so befell, as oft it fals ia chace,
Where this same cursed caytive did appeare
Pursuing that faire lady full of feare: I with that squire agreede away tò fit,
And now he her quite overtaken had; And in a privy place, betwixt us hight,
And now he her away with him did beare Within a grore appointed him to meete;
Under his arme, as seeming wondrous glad, To which I boldly came upon my feeble feete. That by his grenning laughter mote farre off be rad. " But ah! unhappy houre me thither brought:
Which drery sight the gentle squire espying For in that place where I bim thought to find,
Doth hast to crosse bim by the nearest way, There was į found, contrary to my thought,
Led with that wofull ladies piteous crying, Of this accursed carle of hellish kind,
And him assailes with all the might be may; The shame of men, and plague of womankind;
Yet will not he the lovely spoile downe lay, Who trussing me, as eagle doth his pray,
But with his craggy club in his right hand Me hether brought with him as swift as wind,
Defends himselfe, and saves his gotten pray: Where yet untouched till this present day,
Yet had it bene right hard him to withstand, I rest his wretched thrall, the sad Æmylia."
But that he was full light and nimble on the lande “ Ah! sad Emylia," then sayd Amoret,
Thereto the villaine used craft in fight : “ Thy ruefall plight I pitty as mine owne !
For, ever when the squire bis iavelin shooke, But read to me, by what device or wit
He held the lady forth before him right, Hast thou in all this time from him unknowne
And with her body, as a buckler, broke Thine honour savd, though into thraldome throwne?" The puissance of his intended stroke: “ Through helpe,” quoth she, “ of this old woman
And if it chaunst, (as needs it must in fight) I have so done, as she to me hath showne: [here Whilest he on him was greedy to be wroke,
That For, ever when he burnt in lustfull fire,
any little blow on her did light,
Then would he laugh aloud, and gather great delight. She in my stead supplide his bestiall desire.”
Which subtill sleight did him encumber much, Thus of their evils as they did discourse,
And made him oft, when he would strike, forbeare; And each did other much bewaile and mone :
Por hardly could he come the carle to touch, Loe! where the villaine selfe, their sorrowes sourse, But that he her must hurt, or hazard neare: Came to the cave; and rolling thence the stone,
Yet he his hand so carefully did beare, Which wont to stop the mouth thereof that none
That at the last he did himselfe attaine, Might issue forth, came rudely rushing in,
And therein left the pike-head of his speare : And, spredding over all the fore alone,
A streame of coleblacke bloud thence guslit amaine, Gan dight himselfe unto his wonted sinne;
That all her silken garments did with blould bestaine. Which ended, then his bloudy banket should beginne.
With that be threw her rudely on the flore, Which whenas fearefull Amoret perceived, And, laying both his hands upon his glave, She staid not th' utmost end thereof to try, With dreadfull strokes let drive at hiin so sore, But, like a ghastly gelt whose wits are reaved, That forst him fie abacke, himselfe to save: Ran forth in hast with hideous outcry,
Yet he therewith so felly still did rave, For horrour of his shamefull villany:
That scarse the squire his hand could once upreare, But after her full lightly he uprose,
But, for advantage, ground unto him gave, And her pursu'd as fast as she did lie:
Tracing and traversing, now here, now there; Full fast she fies, and farre afore him goes, (toes. For bootlesse thing it was to think such blowes to Ne feeles the thorns and thickets pricke her tender
Nor hedge, nor ditch, por hill, nor dale she staies, Wbilest thus in battell they embusied were,
And drew thereto, making her eare her guide : She looking backe espies that griesly wight Whom when that theefe approching nigh espide Approching nigh, she gins to mend her pace,
With bow in hand and arrowes ready bent, And makes her feare a spur to hast her flight; He by his former combate would not bide, More swift than Myrrh'or Daphne in her race, But fled away with ghastly dreriment, Or any of the Thracian nimplies in salvage chace. Well knowing her to be his deaths sole instrument. Long so she fled, and so he follow'd long; Whom seeing flie, she speedily poursewed Ne living aide for her on Earth appeares,
With winged feete, as nimble as the winde, But if the Heavens helpe to redresse her wrong, And ever in her bow she ready shewed Moved with pity of her plenteous teares.
The arrow to his deadly marke desynde: It fortuned Belphebe with her peares
As when Latonaes daughter, cruell kynde, The woody nimphs, and with that lovely boy, In vengement of her mothers great disgrace, Was hunting then the libbards and the beares With fell despight her cruell arrowes tynde In these wild woods, as was her wonted ioy,
Gainst wofull Niobes unhappy race, To banish sloth that oft doth noble mindes annoy. That all the gods did mone her miserable case.