Chapter 10

Canto I.

The Patron of true Holinesse,Foule Errour doth defeate:Hypocrisie him to entrapp’[18],Doth to his home entreate.

The Patron of true Holinesse,

Foule Errour doth defeate:

Hypocrisie him to entrapp’[18],

Doth to his home entreate.

A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,iY cladd in mightie armes and siluer shielde,Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,The cruell markes of many’ a bloudy[19]fielde;Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield:His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:Full iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.But[20]on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore,iiThe deare remembrance of his dying Lord,For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,And dead as liuing euer him ador’d:Vpon his shield the like was also scor’d,For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had:Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.Vpon a great aduenture he was bond,iiiThat greatestGlorianato him gaue,That greatest Glorious Queene ofFaerielond,To winne him worship, and her grace to haue,Which of all earthly things he most did craue;And euer as he rode, his hart did earneTo proue his puissance in battell braueVpon his foe, and his new force to learne;Vpon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.

A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,i

Y cladd in mightie armes and siluer shielde,

Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,

The cruell markes of many’ a bloudy[19]fielde;

Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield:

His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,

As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:

Full iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,

As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.

But[20]on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore,iiThe deare remembrance of his dying Lord,For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,And dead as liuing euer him ador’d:Vpon his shield the like was also scor’d,For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had:Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.

But[20]on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore,ii

The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,

For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,

And dead as liuing euer him ador’d:

Vpon his shield the like was also scor’d,

For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had:

Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,

But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;

Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.

Vpon a great aduenture he was bond,iiiThat greatestGlorianato him gaue,That greatest Glorious Queene ofFaerielond,To winne him worship, and her grace to haue,Which of all earthly things he most did craue;And euer as he rode, his hart did earneTo proue his puissance in battell braueVpon his foe, and his new force to learne;Vpon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.

Vpon a great aduenture he was bond,iii

That greatestGlorianato him gaue,

That greatest Glorious Queene ofFaerielond,

To winne him worship, and her grace to haue,

Which of all earthly things he most did craue;

And euer as he rode, his hart did earne

To proue his puissance in battell braue

Vpon his foe, and his new force to learne;

Vpon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.

A louely Ladie rode him faire beside,ivVpon a lowly Asse more white then snow,Yet she much whiter, but the same did hideVnder a vele, that wimpled was full low,And ouer all a blacke stole she did throw,As one that inly mournd: so was she sad,And heauie sat[21]vpon her palfrey slow:Seemed in heart some hidden care she had,And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad.So pure an innocent[22], as that same lambe,vShe was in life and euery vertuous lore,And by descent from Royall lynage cameOf ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yoreTheir scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore,And all the world in their subiection held;Till that infernall feend with foule vproreForwasted all their land, and them expeld:Whom to auenge, she had this Knight from far compeld[23].Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag,viThat lasie seemd in being euer last,Or wearied with bearing of her bagOf needments at his backe. Thus as they past,The day with cloudes was suddeine ouercast,And angryIouean hideous storme of raineDid poure into his Lemans lap so fast,That euery wight to shrowd it did constrain,And this faire couple eke to shroud themselues were fain.Enforst to seeke some couert nigh at hand, viiA shadie groue not far away they spide,That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride,Did spred so broad, that heauens light did hide,Not perceable with power of any starre:And all within were pathes and alleies wide,With footing worne, and leading inward farre:Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre.

A louely Ladie rode him faire beside,iv

Vpon a lowly Asse more white then snow,

Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide

Vnder a vele, that wimpled was full low,

And ouer all a blacke stole she did throw,

As one that inly mournd: so was she sad,

And heauie sat[21]vpon her palfrey slow:

Seemed in heart some hidden care she had,

And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad.

So pure an innocent[22], as that same lambe,vShe was in life and euery vertuous lore,And by descent from Royall lynage cameOf ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yoreTheir scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore,And all the world in their subiection held;Till that infernall feend with foule vproreForwasted all their land, and them expeld:Whom to auenge, she had this Knight from far compeld[23].

So pure an innocent[22], as that same lambe,v

She was in life and euery vertuous lore,

And by descent from Royall lynage came

Of ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yore

Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore,

And all the world in their subiection held;

Till that infernall feend with foule vprore

Forwasted all their land, and them expeld:

Whom to auenge, she had this Knight from far compeld[23].

Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag,viThat lasie seemd in being euer last,Or wearied with bearing of her bagOf needments at his backe. Thus as they past,The day with cloudes was suddeine ouercast,And angryIouean hideous storme of raineDid poure into his Lemans lap so fast,That euery wight to shrowd it did constrain,And this faire couple eke to shroud themselues were fain.

Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag,vi

That lasie seemd in being euer last,

Or wearied with bearing of her bag

Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past,

The day with cloudes was suddeine ouercast,

And angryIouean hideous storme of raine

Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast,

That euery wight to shrowd it did constrain,

And this faire couple eke to shroud themselues were fain.

Enforst to seeke some couert nigh at hand, viiA shadie groue not far away they spide,That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride,Did spred so broad, that heauens light did hide,Not perceable with power of any starre:And all within were pathes and alleies wide,With footing worne, and leading inward farre:Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre.

Enforst to seeke some couert nigh at hand, vii

A shadie groue not far away they spide,

That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:

Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride,

Did spred so broad, that heauens light did hide,

Not perceable with power of any starre:

And all within were pathes and alleies wide,

With footing worne, and leading inward farre:

Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre.

And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,viiiIoying to heare the birdes sweete harmony,Which therein shrouded from the tempest[24]dred,Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky.Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy,The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall,The vine-prop Elme, the Poplar neuer dry,The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all,The Aspine good for staues, the Cypresse funerall.The Laurell, meed of mightie ConqueroursixAnd Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still,The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours,The Eugh obedient to the benders will,The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill,The Mirrhe sweete[25]bleeding in the bitter wound,The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill,The fruitfull Oliue, and the Platane round,The caruer Holme, the Maple seeldom[26]inward sound.Led with delight, they thus beguile the way,xVntill the blustring storme is ouerblowne;When weening to returne, whence they did stray,They[27]cannot finde that path, which first was showne,But wander too and fro in wayes vnknowne,Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:So many pathes, so many turnings seene,That which of them to take, in diuerse doubt they been.At last resoluing forward still to fare,xiTill that some end they finde or in or out,That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,And like to lead the labyrinth about;Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,At length it brought them to a hollow caue,Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stoutEftsoones dismounted from his courser braue,And to the Dwarfe a while his needlesse spere he gaue.

And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,viii

Ioying to heare the birdes sweete harmony,

Which therein shrouded from the tempest[24]dred,

Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky.

Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy,

The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall,

The vine-prop Elme, the Poplar neuer dry,

The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all,

The Aspine good for staues, the Cypresse funerall.

The Laurell, meed of mightie ConqueroursixAnd Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still,The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours,The Eugh obedient to the benders will,The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill,The Mirrhe sweete[25]bleeding in the bitter wound,The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill,The fruitfull Oliue, and the Platane round,The caruer Holme, the Maple seeldom[26]inward sound.

The Laurell, meed of mightie Conqueroursix

And Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still,

The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours,

The Eugh obedient to the benders will,

The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill,

The Mirrhe sweete[25]bleeding in the bitter wound,

The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill,

The fruitfull Oliue, and the Platane round,

The caruer Holme, the Maple seeldom[26]inward sound.

Led with delight, they thus beguile the way,xVntill the blustring storme is ouerblowne;When weening to returne, whence they did stray,They[27]cannot finde that path, which first was showne,But wander too and fro in wayes vnknowne,Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:So many pathes, so many turnings seene,That which of them to take, in diuerse doubt they been.

Led with delight, they thus beguile the way,x

Vntill the blustring storme is ouerblowne;

When weening to returne, whence they did stray,

They[27]cannot finde that path, which first was showne,

But wander too and fro in wayes vnknowne,

Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,

That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:

So many pathes, so many turnings seene,

That which of them to take, in diuerse doubt they been.

At last resoluing forward still to fare,xiTill that some end they finde or in or out,That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,And like to lead the labyrinth about;Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,At length it brought them to a hollow caue,Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stoutEftsoones dismounted from his courser braue,And to the Dwarfe a while his needlesse spere he gaue.

At last resoluing forward still to fare,xi

Till that some end they finde or in or out,

That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,

And like to lead the labyrinth about;

Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,

At length it brought them to a hollow caue,

Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stout

Eftsoones dismounted from his courser braue,

And to the Dwarfe a while his needlesse spere he gaue.

Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde,xiiLeast suddaine mischiefe ye too rash prouoke:The danger hid, the place vnknowne and wilde,Breedes dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,And perill without show: therefore your stroke[28]Sir knight with-hold, till further triall made.Ah Ladie (said he) shame were to reuokeThe forward footing for an hidden shade:Vertue giues her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade.Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this placexiiiI better wot then you, though now too late[29]To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.This is the wandring wood, thisErrours den,A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth thenThe fearefull Dwarfe:) this is no place for liuing men.But full of fire and greedy hardiment,xivThe youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,And looked in: his glistring armor madeA litle glooming light, much like a shade,By which he saw the vgly monster plaine,Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,But th’other halfe did womans shape retaine,Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.And as she lay vpon the durtie ground,xvHer huge long taile her den all ouerspred,Yet was in knots and many boughtes vpwound,Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bredA thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,Sucking vpon her poisonous[30]dugs, eachoneOf sundry shapes, yet all ill fauored:Soone as that vncouth light vpon them shone,Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.

Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde,xii

Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash prouoke:

The danger hid, the place vnknowne and wilde,

Breedes dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,

And perill without show: therefore your stroke[28]

Sir knight with-hold, till further triall made.

Ah Ladie (said he) shame were to reuoke

The forward footing for an hidden shade:

Vertue giues her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade.

Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this placexiiiI better wot then you, though now too late[29]To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.This is the wandring wood, thisErrours den,A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth thenThe fearefull Dwarfe:) this is no place for liuing men.

Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this placexiii

I better wot then you, though now too late[29]

To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,

Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,

To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.

This is the wandring wood, thisErrours den,

A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:

Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then

The fearefull Dwarfe:) this is no place for liuing men.

But full of fire and greedy hardiment,xivThe youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,And looked in: his glistring armor madeA litle glooming light, much like a shade,By which he saw the vgly monster plaine,Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,But th’other halfe did womans shape retaine,Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.

But full of fire and greedy hardiment,xiv

The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,

But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,

And looked in: his glistring armor made

A litle glooming light, much like a shade,

By which he saw the vgly monster plaine,

Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,

But th’other halfe did womans shape retaine,

Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.

And as she lay vpon the durtie ground,xvHer huge long taile her den all ouerspred,Yet was in knots and many boughtes vpwound,Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bredA thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,Sucking vpon her poisonous[30]dugs, eachoneOf sundry shapes, yet all ill fauored:Soone as that vncouth light vpon them shone,Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.

And as she lay vpon the durtie ground,xv

Her huge long taile her den all ouerspred,

Yet was in knots and many boughtes vpwound,

Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred

A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,

Sucking vpon her poisonous[30]dugs, eachone

Of sundry shapes, yet all ill fauored:

Soone as that vncouth light vpon them shone,

Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.

Their dam vpstart, out of her den effraide,xviAnd rushed forth, hurling her hideous taileAbout her cursed head, whose folds displaidWere stretcht now forth at length without entraile.She lookt about, and seeing one in mayleArmed to point, sought backe to turne againe;For light she hated as the deadly bale,Ay wont in desert darknesse to remaine,Where plaine none might her see, nor she see any plaine.Which when the valiant Elfe perceiu’d[31], he leptxviiAs Lyon fierce vpon the flying pray,And with his trenchand blade her boldly keptFrom turning backe, and forced her to stay:Therewith enrag’d she loudly gan to bray,And turning fierce, her speckled taile aduaunst,Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:Who nought aghast, his mightie hand enhaunst:The stroke down from her head vnto her shoulder glaunst.Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd,xviiiYet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round,And all attonce her beastly body raizdWith doubled forces high aboue the ground:Tho wrapping vp her wrethed sterne arownd,Lept fierce vpon his shield, and her huge traineAll suddenly about his body wound,That hand or foot to stirre he stroue in vaine:God helpe the man so wrapt inErroursendlesse traine.His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,xixCride out, Now now Sir knight, shew what ye[32]bee,Add faith vnto your force, and be not faint:Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee.That when he heard, in great perplexitie,His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine,And knitting all his force got one hand free,Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine,That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.

Their dam vpstart, out of her den effraide,xvi

And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile

About her cursed head, whose folds displaid

Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile.

She lookt about, and seeing one in mayle

Armed to point, sought backe to turne againe;

For light she hated as the deadly bale,

Ay wont in desert darknesse to remaine,

Where plaine none might her see, nor she see any plaine.

Which when the valiant Elfe perceiu’d[31], he leptxviiAs Lyon fierce vpon the flying pray,And with his trenchand blade her boldly keptFrom turning backe, and forced her to stay:Therewith enrag’d she loudly gan to bray,And turning fierce, her speckled taile aduaunst,Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:Who nought aghast, his mightie hand enhaunst:The stroke down from her head vnto her shoulder glaunst.

Which when the valiant Elfe perceiu’d[31], he leptxvii

As Lyon fierce vpon the flying pray,

And with his trenchand blade her boldly kept

From turning backe, and forced her to stay:

Therewith enrag’d she loudly gan to bray,

And turning fierce, her speckled taile aduaunst,

Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:

Who nought aghast, his mightie hand enhaunst:

The stroke down from her head vnto her shoulder glaunst.

Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd,xviiiYet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round,And all attonce her beastly body raizdWith doubled forces high aboue the ground:Tho wrapping vp her wrethed sterne arownd,Lept fierce vpon his shield, and her huge traineAll suddenly about his body wound,That hand or foot to stirre he stroue in vaine:God helpe the man so wrapt inErroursendlesse traine.

Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd,xviii

Yet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round,

And all attonce her beastly body raizd

With doubled forces high aboue the ground:

Tho wrapping vp her wrethed sterne arownd,

Lept fierce vpon his shield, and her huge traine

All suddenly about his body wound,

That hand or foot to stirre he stroue in vaine:

God helpe the man so wrapt inErroursendlesse traine.

His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,xixCride out, Now now Sir knight, shew what ye[32]bee,Add faith vnto your force, and be not faint:Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee.That when he heard, in great perplexitie,His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine,And knitting all his force got one hand free,Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine,That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.

His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,xix

Cride out, Now now Sir knight, shew what ye[32]bee,

Add faith vnto your force, and be not faint:

Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee.

That when he heard, in great perplexitie,

His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine,

And knitting all his force got one hand free,

Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine,

That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.

Therewith she spewd out of her filthy mawxxA floud of poyson horrible and blacke,Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets raw,Which stunck so vildly[33], that it forst him slackeHis grasping hold, and from her turne him backe:Her vomit full of bookes and papers was,With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke,And creeping sought way in the weedy gras:Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.As when old fatherNilusgins to swellxxiWith timely pride aboue theÆgyptianvale,His fattie waues do fertile slime outwell,And ouerflow each plaine and lowly dale:But when his later spring[34]gins to auale[35],Huge heapes of mudd he leaues, wherein there breedTen thousand kindes of creatures, partly maleAnd partly female of his fruitfull seed;Such vgly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed.The same so sore annoyed has the knight,xxiiThat welnigh choked with the deadly stinke,His forces fade, ne can no longer[36]fight.Whose corage when the feend perceiu’d to shrinke,She poured forth out of her hellish sinkeHer fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small,Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,Which swarming all about his legs did crall,And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all.As gentle Shepheard in sweete euen-tide,xxiiiWhen ruddyPhœbus[37]gins to welke in west,High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide,Markes which do byte their hasty supper best;A cloud of combrous[38]gnattes do him molest,All striuing to infixe their feeble stings,That from their noyance he no where can rest,But with his clownish hands their tender wingsHe brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.

Therewith she spewd out of her filthy mawxx

A floud of poyson horrible and blacke,

Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets raw,

Which stunck so vildly[33], that it forst him slacke

His grasping hold, and from her turne him backe:

Her vomit full of bookes and papers was,

With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke,

And creeping sought way in the weedy gras:

Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.

As when old fatherNilusgins to swellxxiWith timely pride aboue theÆgyptianvale,His fattie waues do fertile slime outwell,And ouerflow each plaine and lowly dale:But when his later spring[34]gins to auale[35],Huge heapes of mudd he leaues, wherein there breedTen thousand kindes of creatures, partly maleAnd partly female of his fruitfull seed;Such vgly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed.

As when old fatherNilusgins to swellxxi

With timely pride aboue theÆgyptianvale,

His fattie waues do fertile slime outwell,

And ouerflow each plaine and lowly dale:

But when his later spring[34]gins to auale[35],

Huge heapes of mudd he leaues, wherein there breed

Ten thousand kindes of creatures, partly male

And partly female of his fruitfull seed;

Such vgly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed.

The same so sore annoyed has the knight,xxiiThat welnigh choked with the deadly stinke,His forces fade, ne can no longer[36]fight.Whose corage when the feend perceiu’d to shrinke,She poured forth out of her hellish sinkeHer fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small,Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,Which swarming all about his legs did crall,And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all.

The same so sore annoyed has the knight,xxii

That welnigh choked with the deadly stinke,

His forces fade, ne can no longer[36]fight.

Whose corage when the feend perceiu’d to shrinke,

She poured forth out of her hellish sinke

Her fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small,

Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,

Which swarming all about his legs did crall,

And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all.

As gentle Shepheard in sweete euen-tide,xxiiiWhen ruddyPhœbus[37]gins to welke in west,High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide,Markes which do byte their hasty supper best;A cloud of combrous[38]gnattes do him molest,All striuing to infixe their feeble stings,That from their noyance he no where can rest,But with his clownish hands their tender wingsHe brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.

As gentle Shepheard in sweete euen-tide,xxiii

When ruddyPhœbus[37]gins to welke in west,

High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide,

Markes which do byte their hasty supper best;

A cloud of combrous[38]gnattes do him molest,

All striuing to infixe their feeble stings,

That from their noyance he no where can rest,

But with his clownish hands their tender wings

He brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.

Thus ill bestedd, and fearefull more of shame,xxivThen of the certaine perill he stood in,Halfe furious vnto his foe he came,Resolv’d in minde all suddenly to win,Or soone to lose, before he once would lin;And strooke[39]at her with more then manly force,That from her body full of filthie sinHe raft[40]her hatefull head without remorse;A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed from her corse.Her scattred brood, soone as their Parent dearexxvThey saw so rudely falling to the ground,Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare,Gathred themselues about her body round,Weening their wonted entrance to haue foundAt her wide mouth: but being there withstoodThey flocked all about her bleeding wound[41],And sucked vp their dying mothers blood,Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good.That detestable sight him much amazde,xxviTo see th’vnkindly Impes of heauen accurst,Deuoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd,Hauing all satisfide their bloudy thurst,Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst,And bowels gushing forth: well worthy endOf such as drunke her life, the which them nurst;Now needeth him no lenger[42]labour spend,His foes haue slaine themselues, with whom he should contend.His Ladie seeing all, that chaunst, from farrexxviiApprocht in hast[43]to greet his victorie,And said, Faire knight, borne vnder happy starre,Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:Well worthy be you of that Armorie,Wherein ye haue great glory wonne this day,And proou’d your strength on a strong enimie,Your first aduenture: many such I pray,And henceforth euer wish, that like succeed it may.

Thus ill bestedd, and fearefull more of shame,xxiv

Then of the certaine perill he stood in,

Halfe furious vnto his foe he came,

Resolv’d in minde all suddenly to win,

Or soone to lose, before he once would lin;

And strooke[39]at her with more then manly force,

That from her body full of filthie sin

He raft[40]her hatefull head without remorse;

A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed from her corse.

Her scattred brood, soone as their Parent dearexxvThey saw so rudely falling to the ground,Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare,Gathred themselues about her body round,Weening their wonted entrance to haue foundAt her wide mouth: but being there withstoodThey flocked all about her bleeding wound[41],And sucked vp their dying mothers blood,Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good.

Her scattred brood, soone as their Parent dearexxv

They saw so rudely falling to the ground,

Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare,

Gathred themselues about her body round,

Weening their wonted entrance to haue found

At her wide mouth: but being there withstood

They flocked all about her bleeding wound[41],

And sucked vp their dying mothers blood,

Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good.

That detestable sight him much amazde,xxviTo see th’vnkindly Impes of heauen accurst,Deuoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd,Hauing all satisfide their bloudy thurst,Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst,And bowels gushing forth: well worthy endOf such as drunke her life, the which them nurst;Now needeth him no lenger[42]labour spend,His foes haue slaine themselues, with whom he should contend.

That detestable sight him much amazde,xxvi

To see th’vnkindly Impes of heauen accurst,

Deuoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd,

Hauing all satisfide their bloudy thurst,

Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst,

And bowels gushing forth: well worthy end

Of such as drunke her life, the which them nurst;

Now needeth him no lenger[42]labour spend,

His foes haue slaine themselues, with whom he should contend.

His Ladie seeing all, that chaunst, from farrexxviiApprocht in hast[43]to greet his victorie,And said, Faire knight, borne vnder happy starre,Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:Well worthy be you of that Armorie,Wherein ye haue great glory wonne this day,And proou’d your strength on a strong enimie,Your first aduenture: many such I pray,And henceforth euer wish, that like succeed it may.

His Ladie seeing all, that chaunst, from farrexxvii

Approcht in hast[43]to greet his victorie,

And said, Faire knight, borne vnder happy starre,

Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:

Well worthy be you of that Armorie,

Wherein ye haue great glory wonne this day,

And proou’d your strength on a strong enimie,

Your first aduenture: many such I pray,

And henceforth euer wish, that like succeed it may.

Then mounted he vpon his Steede againe,xxviiiAnd with the Lady backward sought to wend;That path he kept, which beaten was most plaine,Ne euer would to any by-way bend,But still did follow one vnto the end,The which at last out of the wood them brought.So forward on his way (with God to frend)He passed[44]forth, and new aduenture sought;Long way he trauelled, before he heard of ought.At length they chaunst to meet vpon the wayxxixAn aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad,His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray,And by his belt his booke he hanging had;Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad,And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,And all the way he prayed, as he went,And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.He faire the knight saluted, louting low,xxxWho faire him quited, as that courteous was:And after asked him, if he did knowOf straunge aduentures, which abroad did pas.Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how should, alas,Silly old man, that liues in hidden cell,Bidding his beades all day for his trespas,Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell?With holy father sits[45]not with such things to mell.But if of daunger[46]which hereby doth dwell,xxxiAnd homebred euill[47]ye desire to heare,Of a straunge[48]man I can you tidings tell,That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare.Of such (said he) I chiefly do inquere,And shall you[49]well reward to shew the place,In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare:For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace,That such a cursed creature liues so long a space.

Then mounted he vpon his Steede againe,xxviii

And with the Lady backward sought to wend;

That path he kept, which beaten was most plaine,

Ne euer would to any by-way bend,

But still did follow one vnto the end,

The which at last out of the wood them brought.

So forward on his way (with God to frend)

He passed[44]forth, and new aduenture sought;

Long way he trauelled, before he heard of ought.

At length they chaunst to meet vpon the wayxxixAn aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad,His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray,And by his belt his booke he hanging had;Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad,And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,And all the way he prayed, as he went,And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.

At length they chaunst to meet vpon the wayxxix

An aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad,

His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray,

And by his belt his booke he hanging had;

Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad,

And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,

Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,

And all the way he prayed, as he went,

And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.

He faire the knight saluted, louting low,xxxWho faire him quited, as that courteous was:And after asked him, if he did knowOf straunge aduentures, which abroad did pas.Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how should, alas,Silly old man, that liues in hidden cell,Bidding his beades all day for his trespas,Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell?With holy father sits[45]not with such things to mell.

He faire the knight saluted, louting low,xxx

Who faire him quited, as that courteous was:

And after asked him, if he did know

Of straunge aduentures, which abroad did pas.

Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how should, alas,

Silly old man, that liues in hidden cell,

Bidding his beades all day for his trespas,

Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell?

With holy father sits[45]not with such things to mell.

But if of daunger[46]which hereby doth dwell,xxxiAnd homebred euill[47]ye desire to heare,Of a straunge[48]man I can you tidings tell,That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare.Of such (said he) I chiefly do inquere,And shall you[49]well reward to shew the place,In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare:For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace,That such a cursed creature liues so long a space.

But if of daunger[46]which hereby doth dwell,xxxi

And homebred euill[47]ye desire to heare,

Of a straunge[48]man I can you tidings tell,

That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare.

Of such (said he) I chiefly do inquere,

And shall you[49]well reward to shew the place,

In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare:

For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace,

That such a cursed creature liues so long a space.

Far hence (quoth he) in wastfull wildernessexxxiiHis dwelling is, by which no liuing wightMay euer passe, but thorough great distresse.Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,And well I wote, that of your later fightYe all forwearied[50]be: for what so strong,But wanting rest will also want of might?The Sunne that measures heauen all day long,At night doth baite his steedes theOceanwaues emong.Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest,xxxiiiAnd with new day new worke at once begin:Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.Right well Sir knight ye haue aduised bin,(Quoth then that aged man;) the way to winIs wisely to aduise: now day is spent;Therefore with me ye may take vp your InFor this same night. The knight was well content:So with that godly father to his home they went.A little lowly Hermitage it was,xxxivDowne in a dale, hard by a forests side,Far from resort of people, that did pasIn trauell to and froe: a little wydeThere was an holy Chappell edifyde,Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to sayHis holy things each morne and euentyde:Thereby a Christall streame did gently play,Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway.Arriued there, the little house they fill,xxxvNe looke for entertainement, where none was:Rest is their feast, and all things at their will;The noblest mind the best contentment has.With faire discourse the euening so they pas:For that old man of pleasing wordes had store,And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas;He told of Saintes and Popes, and euermore[51]He strowd anAue-Maryafter and before.

Far hence (quoth he) in wastfull wildernessexxxii

His dwelling is, by which no liuing wight

May euer passe, but thorough great distresse.

Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,

And well I wote, that of your later fight

Ye all forwearied[50]be: for what so strong,

But wanting rest will also want of might?

The Sunne that measures heauen all day long,

At night doth baite his steedes theOceanwaues emong.

Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest,xxxiiiAnd with new day new worke at once begin:Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.Right well Sir knight ye haue aduised bin,(Quoth then that aged man;) the way to winIs wisely to aduise: now day is spent;Therefore with me ye may take vp your InFor this same night. The knight was well content:So with that godly father to his home they went.

Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest,xxxiii

And with new day new worke at once begin:

Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.

Right well Sir knight ye haue aduised bin,

(Quoth then that aged man;) the way to win

Is wisely to aduise: now day is spent;

Therefore with me ye may take vp your In

For this same night. The knight was well content:

So with that godly father to his home they went.

A little lowly Hermitage it was,xxxivDowne in a dale, hard by a forests side,Far from resort of people, that did pasIn trauell to and froe: a little wydeThere was an holy Chappell edifyde,Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to sayHis holy things each morne and euentyde:Thereby a Christall streame did gently play,Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway.

A little lowly Hermitage it was,xxxiv

Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side,

Far from resort of people, that did pas

In trauell to and froe: a little wyde

There was an holy Chappell edifyde,

Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to say

His holy things each morne and euentyde:

Thereby a Christall streame did gently play,

Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway.

Arriued there, the little house they fill,xxxvNe looke for entertainement, where none was:Rest is their feast, and all things at their will;The noblest mind the best contentment has.With faire discourse the euening so they pas:For that old man of pleasing wordes had store,And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas;He told of Saintes and Popes, and euermore[51]He strowd anAue-Maryafter and before.

Arriued there, the little house they fill,xxxv

Ne looke for entertainement, where none was:

Rest is their feast, and all things at their will;

The noblest mind the best contentment has.

With faire discourse the euening so they pas:

For that old man of pleasing wordes had store,

And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas;

He told of Saintes and Popes, and euermore[51]

He strowd anAue-Maryafter and before.

The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast,xxxviAnd the sad humour loading their eye liddes,As messenger ofMorpheuson them castSweet slombring deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes.Vnto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes:Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes,He to his study goes, and there amiddesHis Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes,He seekes out mighty charmes, to trouble sleepy mindes.Then choosing out few wordes most horrible,xxxvii(Let none them read) thereof did verses frame,With which and other spelles like terrible,He bad awake blackePlutoesgriesly Dame,And cursed heauen, and spake reprochfull shameOf highest God, the Lord of life and light;A bold bad man, that dar’d to call by nameGreatGorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night,At whichCocytusquakes, andStyxis put to flight.And forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dredxxxviiiLegions of Sprights, the which like little flyesFluttring about his euer damned hed,A-waite whereto their seruice he applyes,To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:Of those he chose out two, the falsest twoo,And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes;The one of them he gaue a message too,The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo.He making speedy way through spersed ayre,xxxixAnd through the world of waters wide and deepe,ToMorpheushouse doth hastily repaire.Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,And low, where dawning day doth neuer peepe,His dwelling is; thereTethyshis wet bedDoth euer wash, andCynthiastill doth steepeIn siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed,Whiles sad Night ouer him her mantle black doth spred.

The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast,xxxvi

And the sad humour loading their eye liddes,

As messenger ofMorpheuson them cast

Sweet slombring deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes.

Vnto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes:

Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes,

He to his study goes, and there amiddes

His Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes,

He seekes out mighty charmes, to trouble sleepy mindes.

Then choosing out few wordes most horrible,xxxvii(Let none them read) thereof did verses frame,With which and other spelles like terrible,He bad awake blackePlutoesgriesly Dame,And cursed heauen, and spake reprochfull shameOf highest God, the Lord of life and light;A bold bad man, that dar’d to call by nameGreatGorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night,At whichCocytusquakes, andStyxis put to flight.

Then choosing out few wordes most horrible,xxxvii

(Let none them read) thereof did verses frame,

With which and other spelles like terrible,

He bad awake blackePlutoesgriesly Dame,

And cursed heauen, and spake reprochfull shame

Of highest God, the Lord of life and light;

A bold bad man, that dar’d to call by name

GreatGorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night,

At whichCocytusquakes, andStyxis put to flight.

And forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dredxxxviiiLegions of Sprights, the which like little flyesFluttring about his euer damned hed,A-waite whereto their seruice he applyes,To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:Of those he chose out two, the falsest twoo,And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes;The one of them he gaue a message too,The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo.

And forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dredxxxviii

Legions of Sprights, the which like little flyes

Fluttring about his euer damned hed,

A-waite whereto their seruice he applyes,

To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:

Of those he chose out two, the falsest twoo,

And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes;

The one of them he gaue a message too,

The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo.

He making speedy way through spersed ayre,xxxixAnd through the world of waters wide and deepe,ToMorpheushouse doth hastily repaire.Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,And low, where dawning day doth neuer peepe,His dwelling is; thereTethyshis wet bedDoth euer wash, andCynthiastill doth steepeIn siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed,Whiles sad Night ouer him her mantle black doth spred.

He making speedy way through spersed ayre,xxxix

And through the world of waters wide and deepe,

ToMorpheushouse doth hastily repaire.

Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,

And low, where dawning day doth neuer peepe,

His dwelling is; thereTethyshis wet bed

Doth euer wash, andCynthiastill doth steepe

In siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed,

Whiles sad Night ouer him her mantle black doth spred.

Whose double gates he findeth locked fast,xlThe one faire fram’d of burnisht Yuory,The other all with siluer ouercast;And wakefull dogges before them farre do lye,Watching to banish Care their enimy,Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe[52].By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,And vntoMorpheuscomes, whom drowned deepeIn drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.And more, to lulle him in his slumber soft,xliA trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downeAnd euer-drizling[53]raine vpon the loft,Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowneOf swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne:No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,As still are wont t’annoy the walled towne,Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes,Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enemyes.The messenger approching to him spake,xliiBut his wast[54]wordes returnd[55]to him in vaine:So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake.Then rudely he him thrust[56], and pusht with paine,Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againeShooke him so hard, that forced him to speake.As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braineIs tost with troubled sights[57]and fancies weake,He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake.The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,xliiiAnd threatned vnto him the dreaded nameOfHecate: whereat he gan to quake,And lifting vp his lumpish[58]head, with blameHalfe angry asked him, for what he came.Hither[59](quoth he) meArchimagosent,He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame,He bids thee to him send for his intentA fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.

Whose double gates he findeth locked fast,xl

The one faire fram’d of burnisht Yuory,

The other all with siluer ouercast;

And wakefull dogges before them farre do lye,

Watching to banish Care their enimy,

Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe[52].

By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,

And vntoMorpheuscomes, whom drowned deepe

In drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.

And more, to lulle him in his slumber soft,xliA trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downeAnd euer-drizling[53]raine vpon the loft,Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowneOf swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne:No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,As still are wont t’annoy the walled towne,Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes,Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enemyes.

And more, to lulle him in his slumber soft,xli

A trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downe

And euer-drizling[53]raine vpon the loft,

Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne

Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne:

No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,

As still are wont t’annoy the walled towne,

Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes,

Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enemyes.

The messenger approching to him spake,xliiBut his wast[54]wordes returnd[55]to him in vaine:So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake.Then rudely he him thrust[56], and pusht with paine,Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againeShooke him so hard, that forced him to speake.As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braineIs tost with troubled sights[57]and fancies weake,He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake.

The messenger approching to him spake,xlii

But his wast[54]wordes returnd[55]to him in vaine:

So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake.

Then rudely he him thrust[56], and pusht with paine,

Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againe

Shooke him so hard, that forced him to speake.

As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine

Is tost with troubled sights[57]and fancies weake,

He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake.

The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,xliiiAnd threatned vnto him the dreaded nameOfHecate: whereat he gan to quake,And lifting vp his lumpish[58]head, with blameHalfe angry asked him, for what he came.Hither[59](quoth he) meArchimagosent,He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame,He bids thee to him send for his intentA fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.

The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,xliii

And threatned vnto him the dreaded name

OfHecate: whereat he gan to quake,

And lifting vp his lumpish[58]head, with blame

Halfe angry asked him, for what he came.

Hither[59](quoth he) meArchimagosent,

He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame,

He bids thee to him send for his intent

A fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.

The God obayde, and calling forth straight wayxlivA diuerse dreame out of his prison darke,Deliuered it to him, and downe did layHis heauie head, deuoide of carefull carke,Whose sences all were straight benumbd and starke.He backe returning by the Yuorie dore,Remounted vp as light as chearefull Larke,And on his litle winges the dreame he boreIn hast vnto his Lord, where he him left afore.Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes,xlvHad made a Lady of that other Spright,And fram’d of liquid ayre her tender partesSo liuely, and so like in all mens sight,That weaker sence it could haue rauisht quight:The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt,Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight:Her all in white he clad, and ouer itCast a blacke stole, most like to seeme forVnafit.Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought,xlviVnto that Elfin knight he bad him fly,Where he slept soundly void of euill thought,And with false shewes abuse his fantasy,In sort as he him schooled priuily:And that new creature borne without her dew,Full of the makers guile, with vsage[60]slyHe taught to imitate that Lady trew,Whose semblance she did carrie vnder feigned hew.Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,xlviiAnd comming where the knight in slomber lay,The one vpon his hardy head him plast,And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play,That nigh his manly hart did melt away,Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy:Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,And to him playnd, how that false winged boy[61]Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy.

The God obayde, and calling forth straight wayxliv

A diuerse dreame out of his prison darke,

Deliuered it to him, and downe did lay

His heauie head, deuoide of carefull carke,

Whose sences all were straight benumbd and starke.

He backe returning by the Yuorie dore,

Remounted vp as light as chearefull Larke,

And on his litle winges the dreame he bore

In hast vnto his Lord, where he him left afore.

Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes,xlvHad made a Lady of that other Spright,And fram’d of liquid ayre her tender partesSo liuely, and so like in all mens sight,That weaker sence it could haue rauisht quight:The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt,Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight:Her all in white he clad, and ouer itCast a blacke stole, most like to seeme forVnafit.

Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes,xlv

Had made a Lady of that other Spright,

And fram’d of liquid ayre her tender partes

So liuely, and so like in all mens sight,

That weaker sence it could haue rauisht quight:

The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt,

Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight:

Her all in white he clad, and ouer it

Cast a blacke stole, most like to seeme forVnafit.

Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought,xlviVnto that Elfin knight he bad him fly,Where he slept soundly void of euill thought,And with false shewes abuse his fantasy,In sort as he him schooled priuily:And that new creature borne without her dew,Full of the makers guile, with vsage[60]slyHe taught to imitate that Lady trew,Whose semblance she did carrie vnder feigned hew.

Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought,xlvi

Vnto that Elfin knight he bad him fly,

Where he slept soundly void of euill thought,

And with false shewes abuse his fantasy,

In sort as he him schooled priuily:

And that new creature borne without her dew,

Full of the makers guile, with vsage[60]sly

He taught to imitate that Lady trew,

Whose semblance she did carrie vnder feigned hew.

Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,xlviiAnd comming where the knight in slomber lay,The one vpon his hardy head him plast,And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play,That nigh his manly hart did melt away,Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy:Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,And to him playnd, how that false winged boy[61]Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy.

Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,xlvii

And comming where the knight in slomber lay,

The one vpon his hardy head him plast,

And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play,

That nigh his manly hart did melt away,

Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy:

Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,

And to him playnd, how that false winged boy[61]

Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy.

And she her selfe of beautie soueraigne Queene,xlviiiFaireVenusseemde vnto his bed to bringHer, whom he waking euermore did weene[62]To be the chastest flowre, that ay did springOn earthly braunch, the daughter of a king,Now a loose Leman to vile seruice bound:And eke theGracesseemed all to sing,Hymen iõ Hymen, dauncing all around,Whilst freshestFloraher with[63]Yuie girlond crownd.In this great passion of vnwonted lust,xlixOr wonted feare of doing ought amis,He started[64]vp, as seeming to mistrust[65]Some secret ill, or hidden foe of his:Lo there before his face his Lady is,Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted hooke,And as halfe blushing offred him to kis,With gentle blandishment and louely looke,Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took.All cleane dismayd to see so vncouth sight,lAnd halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise,He thought haue[66]slaine her in his fierce despight:But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise,He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe aduiseTo proue his sense, and tempt her faigned truth.Wringing her hands in wemens[67]pitteous wise,Tho can she weepe, to stirre vp gentle ruth,Both for her noble bloud, and for her tender youth.And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord and my loue,liShall I accuse the hidden cruell fate,And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue,Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate,For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate?Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die.Die is my dew: yet rew my wretched stateYou, whom my hard auenging destinieHath made iudge of my life or death indifferently.

And she her selfe of beautie soueraigne Queene,xlviii

FaireVenusseemde vnto his bed to bring

Her, whom he waking euermore did weene[62]

To be the chastest flowre, that ay did spring

On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king,

Now a loose Leman to vile seruice bound:

And eke theGracesseemed all to sing,

Hymen iõ Hymen, dauncing all around,

Whilst freshestFloraher with[63]Yuie girlond crownd.

In this great passion of vnwonted lust,xlixOr wonted feare of doing ought amis,He started[64]vp, as seeming to mistrust[65]Some secret ill, or hidden foe of his:Lo there before his face his Lady is,Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted hooke,And as halfe blushing offred him to kis,With gentle blandishment and louely looke,Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took.

In this great passion of vnwonted lust,xlix

Or wonted feare of doing ought amis,

He started[64]vp, as seeming to mistrust[65]

Some secret ill, or hidden foe of his:

Lo there before his face his Lady is,

Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted hooke,

And as halfe blushing offred him to kis,

With gentle blandishment and louely looke,

Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took.

All cleane dismayd to see so vncouth sight,lAnd halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise,He thought haue[66]slaine her in his fierce despight:But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise,He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe aduiseTo proue his sense, and tempt her faigned truth.Wringing her hands in wemens[67]pitteous wise,Tho can she weepe, to stirre vp gentle ruth,Both for her noble bloud, and for her tender youth.

All cleane dismayd to see so vncouth sight,l

And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise,

He thought haue[66]slaine her in his fierce despight:

But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise,

He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe aduise

To proue his sense, and tempt her faigned truth.

Wringing her hands in wemens[67]pitteous wise,

Tho can she weepe, to stirre vp gentle ruth,

Both for her noble bloud, and for her tender youth.

And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord and my loue,liShall I accuse the hidden cruell fate,And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue,Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate,For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate?Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die.Die is my dew: yet rew my wretched stateYou, whom my hard auenging destinieHath made iudge of my life or death indifferently.

And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord and my loue,li

Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate,

And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue,

Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate,

For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate?

Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die.

Die is my dew: yet rew my wretched state

You, whom my hard auenging destinie

Hath made iudge of my life or death indifferently.

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