Chapter 29

Cant. I.

Guyon by Archimage abusd,The Redcrosse knight awaytes,Findes Mordant and Amauia slaineWith pleasures poisoned baytes.

Guyon by Archimage abusd,

The Redcrosse knight awaytes,

Findes Mordant and Amauia slaine

With pleasures poisoned baytes.

That cunning Architect of cancred guile,iWhom Princes late displeasure left in bands,For falsed letters and suborned wile,Soone as theRedcrosseknight he vnderstands[436]To beene departed out ofEdenlands,To serue againe his soueraine Elfin Queene,His artes he moues, and out of caytiues[437]handsHimselfe he frees by secret meanes vnseene;His shackles emptie left, him selfe escaped cleene.And forth he fares full of malicious mind,iiTo worken mischiefe and auenging woe,Where euer he that godly knight may find,His onely hart sore, and his onely foe,SithVnanow he algates must forgoe,Whom his victorious hands did earst restoreTo natiue[438]crowne and kingdome late ygoe:Where she enioyes sure peace for euermore,As weather-beaten ship arriu’d on happie shore.Him therefore now the obiect of his spightiiiAnd deadly food[439]he makes: him to offendBy forged treason, or by open fightHe seekes, of all his drift the aymed end:Thereto his subtile engins he does bend,[440]His practick wit, and his faire filed tong,With thousand other sleights: for well he kend,His credit now in doubtfull ballaunce hong;For hardly could be[441]hurt, who was already stong.

That cunning Architect of cancred guile,i

Whom Princes late displeasure left in bands,

For falsed letters and suborned wile,

Soone as theRedcrosseknight he vnderstands[436]

To beene departed out ofEdenlands,

To serue againe his soueraine Elfin Queene,

His artes he moues, and out of caytiues[437]hands

Himselfe he frees by secret meanes vnseene;

His shackles emptie left, him selfe escaped cleene.

And forth he fares full of malicious mind,iiTo worken mischiefe and auenging woe,Where euer he that godly knight may find,His onely hart sore, and his onely foe,SithVnanow he algates must forgoe,Whom his victorious hands did earst restoreTo natiue[438]crowne and kingdome late ygoe:Where she enioyes sure peace for euermore,As weather-beaten ship arriu’d on happie shore.

And forth he fares full of malicious mind,ii

To worken mischiefe and auenging woe,

Where euer he that godly knight may find,

His onely hart sore, and his onely foe,

SithVnanow he algates must forgoe,

Whom his victorious hands did earst restore

To natiue[438]crowne and kingdome late ygoe:

Where she enioyes sure peace for euermore,

As weather-beaten ship arriu’d on happie shore.

Him therefore now the obiect of his spightiiiAnd deadly food[439]he makes: him to offendBy forged treason, or by open fightHe seekes, of all his drift the aymed end:Thereto his subtile engins he does bend,[440]His practick wit, and his faire filed tong,With thousand other sleights: for well he kend,His credit now in doubtfull ballaunce hong;For hardly could be[441]hurt, who was already stong.

Him therefore now the obiect of his spightiii

And deadly food[439]he makes: him to offend

By forged treason, or by open fight

He seekes, of all his drift the aymed end:

Thereto his subtile engins he does bend,[440]

His practick wit, and his faire filed tong,

With thousand other sleights: for well he kend,

His credit now in doubtfull ballaunce hong;

For hardly could be[441]hurt, who was already stong.

Still as he went, he craftie stales did lay,[442]ivWith cunning traines him to entrap vnwares,And priuie spials plast in all his way,To weete what course he takes, and how he fares;To ketch him at a vantage[443]in his snares.But now so wise and warie was the knight[444]By triall of his former harmes and cares,[445]That he descride, and shonned still his slight:The fish that once was caught, new bait will hardly bite.Nath’lesse th’Enchaunter would not spare his paine,vIn hope to win occasion to his will;Which when he long awaited had in vaine,He chaungd his minde from one to other ill:For to all good he enimy was still.Vpon the way him fortuned to meet,Faire marching vnderneath a shady hill,A goodly knight, all armd in harnesse meete,That from his head no place appeared to his feete.His carriage was full comely and vpright,viHis countenaunce demure and temperate,But yet so sterne and terrible in sight,That cheard his friends, and did his foes amate:He was an Elfin borne of noble state,And mickle worship in his natiue land;Well could he tourney and in lists debate,And knighthood tooke of good SirHuonshand,When with kingOberonhe came to Faerie land.Him als accompanyd vpon the wayviiA comely Palmer, clad in blacke attire,Of ripest yeares, and haires all hoarie gray,That with a staffe his feeble steps did stire,Least his long way his aged limbes should tire:And if by lookes one may the mind aread,He seemd to be a sage and sober sire,And euer with slow pace the knight did lead,Who taught his trampling steed with equall steps to tread.

Still as he went, he craftie stales did lay,[442]iv

With cunning traines him to entrap vnwares,

And priuie spials plast in all his way,

To weete what course he takes, and how he fares;

To ketch him at a vantage[443]in his snares.

But now so wise and warie was the knight[444]

By triall of his former harmes and cares,[445]

That he descride, and shonned still his slight:

The fish that once was caught, new bait will hardly bite.

Nath’lesse th’Enchaunter would not spare his paine,vIn hope to win occasion to his will;Which when he long awaited had in vaine,He chaungd his minde from one to other ill:For to all good he enimy was still.Vpon the way him fortuned to meet,Faire marching vnderneath a shady hill,A goodly knight, all armd in harnesse meete,That from his head no place appeared to his feete.

Nath’lesse th’Enchaunter would not spare his paine,v

In hope to win occasion to his will;

Which when he long awaited had in vaine,

He chaungd his minde from one to other ill:

For to all good he enimy was still.

Vpon the way him fortuned to meet,

Faire marching vnderneath a shady hill,

A goodly knight, all armd in harnesse meete,

That from his head no place appeared to his feete.

His carriage was full comely and vpright,viHis countenaunce demure and temperate,But yet so sterne and terrible in sight,That cheard his friends, and did his foes amate:He was an Elfin borne of noble state,And mickle worship in his natiue land;Well could he tourney and in lists debate,And knighthood tooke of good SirHuonshand,When with kingOberonhe came to Faerie land.

His carriage was full comely and vpright,vi

His countenaunce demure and temperate,

But yet so sterne and terrible in sight,

That cheard his friends, and did his foes amate:

He was an Elfin borne of noble state,

And mickle worship in his natiue land;

Well could he tourney and in lists debate,

And knighthood tooke of good SirHuonshand,

When with kingOberonhe came to Faerie land.

Him als accompanyd vpon the wayviiA comely Palmer, clad in blacke attire,Of ripest yeares, and haires all hoarie gray,That with a staffe his feeble steps did stire,Least his long way his aged limbes should tire:And if by lookes one may the mind aread,He seemd to be a sage and sober sire,And euer with slow pace the knight did lead,Who taught his trampling steed with equall steps to tread.

Him als accompanyd vpon the wayvii

A comely Palmer, clad in blacke attire,

Of ripest yeares, and haires all hoarie gray,

That with a staffe his feeble steps did stire,

Least his long way his aged limbes should tire:

And if by lookes one may the mind aread,

He seemd to be a sage and sober sire,

And euer with slow pace the knight did lead,

Who taught his trampling steed with equall steps to tread.

Such whenasArchimagothem did view,viiiHe weened well to worke some vncouth wile,Eftsoones vntwisting his deceiptfull clew,He gan to weaue a web of wicked guile,And with faire[446]countenance and flattring stile,To them approching, thus the knight bespake:Faire sonne ofMars, that seeke with warlike spoile,[447]And great atchieu’ments great your selfe to make,Vouchsafe to stay your steed for humble misers sake.He stayd his steed for humble misers sake,ixAnd bad tell on the tenor of his plaint;Who feigning then in euery limbe to quake,Through inward feare, and seeming pale and faintWith piteous mone his percing speach gan paint;Deare Lady how shall I declare thy cace,Whom late I left in langourous[448]constraint?Would God thy selfe now present were in place,To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win thee grace.Or rather would, O would it so had chaunst,xThat you, most noble Sir, had present beene,When that lewd ribauld with vile lust aduaunstLayd first his filthy hands on virgin cleene,To spoile her daintie corse[449]so faire and sheene,As on the earth, great mother of vs all,With liuing eye more faire was neuer seene,Of chastitie and honour virginall:Witnesse ye heauens, whom she in vaine to helpe did call.How may it be, (said then the knight halfe wroth,)xiThat knight should knighthood euer so haue shent?None but that saw (quoth he) would weene for troth,How shamefully that Maid he did torment.Her looser golden lockes he rudely rent,And drew her on the ground, and his sharpe sword[450]Against her snowy brest he fiercely bent,And threatned death with many a bloudie word;Toung hates to tell the rest, that eye to see abhord.

Such whenasArchimagothem did view,viii

He weened well to worke some vncouth wile,

Eftsoones vntwisting his deceiptfull clew,

He gan to weaue a web of wicked guile,

And with faire[446]countenance and flattring stile,

To them approching, thus the knight bespake:

Faire sonne ofMars, that seeke with warlike spoile,[447]

And great atchieu’ments great your selfe to make,

Vouchsafe to stay your steed for humble misers sake.

He stayd his steed for humble misers sake,ixAnd bad tell on the tenor of his plaint;Who feigning then in euery limbe to quake,Through inward feare, and seeming pale and faintWith piteous mone his percing speach gan paint;Deare Lady how shall I declare thy cace,Whom late I left in langourous[448]constraint?Would God thy selfe now present were in place,To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win thee grace.

He stayd his steed for humble misers sake,ix

And bad tell on the tenor of his plaint;

Who feigning then in euery limbe to quake,

Through inward feare, and seeming pale and faint

With piteous mone his percing speach gan paint;

Deare Lady how shall I declare thy cace,

Whom late I left in langourous[448]constraint?

Would God thy selfe now present were in place,

To tell this ruefull tale; thy sight could win thee grace.

Or rather would, O would it so had chaunst,xThat you, most noble Sir, had present beene,When that lewd ribauld with vile lust aduaunstLayd first his filthy hands on virgin cleene,To spoile her daintie corse[449]so faire and sheene,As on the earth, great mother of vs all,With liuing eye more faire was neuer seene,Of chastitie and honour virginall:Witnesse ye heauens, whom she in vaine to helpe did call.

Or rather would, O would it so had chaunst,x

That you, most noble Sir, had present beene,

When that lewd ribauld with vile lust aduaunst

Layd first his filthy hands on virgin cleene,

To spoile her daintie corse[449]so faire and sheene,

As on the earth, great mother of vs all,

With liuing eye more faire was neuer seene,

Of chastitie and honour virginall:

Witnesse ye heauens, whom she in vaine to helpe did call.

How may it be, (said then the knight halfe wroth,)xiThat knight should knighthood euer so haue shent?None but that saw (quoth he) would weene for troth,How shamefully that Maid he did torment.Her looser golden lockes he rudely rent,And drew her on the ground, and his sharpe sword[450]Against her snowy brest he fiercely bent,And threatned death with many a bloudie word;Toung hates to tell the rest, that eye to see abhord.

How may it be, (said then the knight halfe wroth,)xi

That knight should knighthood euer so haue shent?

None but that saw (quoth he) would weene for troth,

How shamefully that Maid he did torment.

Her looser golden lockes he rudely rent,

And drew her on the ground, and his sharpe sword[450]

Against her snowy brest he fiercely bent,

And threatned death with many a bloudie word;

Toung hates to tell the rest, that eye to see abhord.

Therewith amoued from his sober mood,xiiAnd liues he yet (said he) that wrought this act,And doen the heauens afford him vitall food?He liues, (quoth he) and boasteth of the fact,Ne yet hath any knight his courage crackt.Where may that treachour then (said he) be found,Or by what meanes may I his footing tract?That shall I shew (said he) as sure, as houndThe stricken Deare doth chalenge by the bleeding wound.He staid not lenger talke, but with fierce irexiiiAnd zealous hast away is quickly goneTo seeke that knight, where him that craftie SquireSupposd to be. They do arriue anone,Where sate a gentle Lady all alone,With garments rent, and haire discheueled,Wringing her hands, and making piteous mone;Her swollen eyes were much disfigured,And her faire face with teares was fowly blubbered.The knight approching nigh, thus to her said,xivFaire Ladie, through foule sorrow ill bedight,Great pittie is to see you thus dismaid,And marre the blossome of your beautie bright:For thy appease your griefe and heauie plight,And tell the cause of your conceiued paine.For if he liue, that hath you doen despight,[451]He shall you doe due recompence againe,Or else his wrong with greater puissance maintaine.Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise,xvShe wilfully her sorrow did augment,And offred hope of comfort did despise:Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent,And scratcht her face with ghastly dreriment,Ne would she speake, ne see, ne yet be seene,But hid her visage, and her head downe bent,Either for grieuous shame, or for great teene,As if her hart with sorrow had transfixed beene.

Therewith amoued from his sober mood,xii

And liues he yet (said he) that wrought this act,

And doen the heauens afford him vitall food?

He liues, (quoth he) and boasteth of the fact,

Ne yet hath any knight his courage crackt.

Where may that treachour then (said he) be found,

Or by what meanes may I his footing tract?

That shall I shew (said he) as sure, as hound

The stricken Deare doth chalenge by the bleeding wound.

He staid not lenger talke, but with fierce irexiiiAnd zealous hast away is quickly goneTo seeke that knight, where him that craftie SquireSupposd to be. They do arriue anone,Where sate a gentle Lady all alone,With garments rent, and haire discheueled,Wringing her hands, and making piteous mone;Her swollen eyes were much disfigured,And her faire face with teares was fowly blubbered.

He staid not lenger talke, but with fierce irexiii

And zealous hast away is quickly gone

To seeke that knight, where him that craftie Squire

Supposd to be. They do arriue anone,

Where sate a gentle Lady all alone,

With garments rent, and haire discheueled,

Wringing her hands, and making piteous mone;

Her swollen eyes were much disfigured,

And her faire face with teares was fowly blubbered.

The knight approching nigh, thus to her said,xivFaire Ladie, through foule sorrow ill bedight,Great pittie is to see you thus dismaid,And marre the blossome of your beautie bright:For thy appease your griefe and heauie plight,And tell the cause of your conceiued paine.For if he liue, that hath you doen despight,[451]He shall you doe due recompence againe,Or else his wrong with greater puissance maintaine.

The knight approching nigh, thus to her said,xiv

Faire Ladie, through foule sorrow ill bedight,

Great pittie is to see you thus dismaid,

And marre the blossome of your beautie bright:

For thy appease your griefe and heauie plight,

And tell the cause of your conceiued paine.

For if he liue, that hath you doen despight,[451]

He shall you doe due recompence againe,

Or else his wrong with greater puissance maintaine.

Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise,xvShe wilfully her sorrow did augment,And offred hope of comfort did despise:Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent,And scratcht her face with ghastly dreriment,Ne would she speake, ne see, ne yet be seene,But hid her visage, and her head downe bent,Either for grieuous shame, or for great teene,As if her hart with sorrow had transfixed beene.

Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise,xv

She wilfully her sorrow did augment,

And offred hope of comfort did despise:

Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent,

And scratcht her face with ghastly dreriment,

Ne would she speake, ne see, ne yet be seene,

But hid her visage, and her head downe bent,

Either for grieuous shame, or for great teene,

As if her hart with sorrow had transfixed beene.

Till her that Squire bespake, Madame my liefe[452],xviFor Gods deare loue be not so wilfull bent,But doe vouchsafe now to receiue reliefe,The which good fortune doth to you present.For what bootes it to weepe and to wayment,When ill is chaunst, but doth the ill increase,And the weake mind with double woe torment?When she her Squire heard speake, she gan appeaseHer voluntarie paine, and feele some secret ease.Eftsoone she said, Ah gentle trustie Squire,xviiWhat comfort can I wofull wretch conceaue,Or why should euer I henceforth desire[453]To see faire heauens face, and life not leaue,Sith that false Traytour did my honour reaue?False traytour certes (said the Faerie knight)I read the man, that euer would deceaueA gentle Ladie, or her wrong through might:Death were too little paine for such a foule despight.But now, faire Ladie, comfort to you make,xviiiAnd read, who hath ye wrought this shamefull plight;[454]That short reuenge the man may ouertake,Where so he be, and soone vpon him light.Certes (saide she) I wote not how he hight,But vnder him a gray steede did he[455]wield,Whose sides with dapled circles weren dight;Vpright he rode, and in his siluer shieldHe bore a bloudie Crosse, that quartred all the field.Now by my head (saidGuyon) much I muse,xixHow that same knight should do so foule amis,Or euer gentle Damzell so abuse:For may I boldly say, he surely isA right good knight, and true of word ywis:I present was, and can it witnesse well,When armes he swore, and streight did enterprisTh’aduenture of theErrant damozell,In which he hath great glorie wonne, as I heare tell.

Till her that Squire bespake, Madame my liefe[452],xvi

For Gods deare loue be not so wilfull bent,

But doe vouchsafe now to receiue reliefe,

The which good fortune doth to you present.

For what bootes it to weepe and to wayment,

When ill is chaunst, but doth the ill increase,

And the weake mind with double woe torment?

When she her Squire heard speake, she gan appease

Her voluntarie paine, and feele some secret ease.

Eftsoone she said, Ah gentle trustie Squire,xviiWhat comfort can I wofull wretch conceaue,Or why should euer I henceforth desire[453]To see faire heauens face, and life not leaue,Sith that false Traytour did my honour reaue?False traytour certes (said the Faerie knight)I read the man, that euer would deceaueA gentle Ladie, or her wrong through might:Death were too little paine for such a foule despight.

Eftsoone she said, Ah gentle trustie Squire,xvii

What comfort can I wofull wretch conceaue,

Or why should euer I henceforth desire[453]

To see faire heauens face, and life not leaue,

Sith that false Traytour did my honour reaue?

False traytour certes (said the Faerie knight)

I read the man, that euer would deceaue

A gentle Ladie, or her wrong through might:

Death were too little paine for such a foule despight.

But now, faire Ladie, comfort to you make,xviiiAnd read, who hath ye wrought this shamefull plight;[454]That short reuenge the man may ouertake,Where so he be, and soone vpon him light.Certes (saide she) I wote not how he hight,But vnder him a gray steede did he[455]wield,Whose sides with dapled circles weren dight;Vpright he rode, and in his siluer shieldHe bore a bloudie Crosse, that quartred all the field.

But now, faire Ladie, comfort to you make,xviii

And read, who hath ye wrought this shamefull plight;[454]

That short reuenge the man may ouertake,

Where so he be, and soone vpon him light.

Certes (saide she) I wote not how he hight,

But vnder him a gray steede did he[455]wield,

Whose sides with dapled circles weren dight;

Vpright he rode, and in his siluer shield

He bore a bloudie Crosse, that quartred all the field.

Now by my head (saidGuyon) much I muse,xixHow that same knight should do so foule amis,Or euer gentle Damzell so abuse:For may I boldly say, he surely isA right good knight, and true of word ywis:I present was, and can it witnesse well,When armes he swore, and streight did enterprisTh’aduenture of theErrant damozell,In which he hath great glorie wonne, as I heare tell.

Now by my head (saidGuyon) much I muse,xix

How that same knight should do so foule amis,

Or euer gentle Damzell so abuse:

For may I boldly say, he surely is

A right good knight, and true of word ywis:

I present was, and can it witnesse well,

When armes he swore, and streight did enterpris

Th’aduenture of theErrant damozell,

In which he hath great glorie wonne, as I heare tell.

Nathlesse he shortly shall againe be tryde,xxAnd fairely quite[456]him of th’imputed blame,Else be ye sure he dearely shall abyde,Or make you good amendment for the same:All wrongs haue mends, but no amends of shame.Now therefore Ladie, rise out of your paine,And see the saluing of your blotted[457]name.Full loth she seemd thereto, but yet did faine;For she was inly glad her purpose so to gaine.Her purpose was not such, as she did faine,xxiNe yet her person such, as it was seene,But vnder simple shew and semblant plaineLurckt falseDuessasecretly vnseene,As a chast Virgin, that had wronged beene:So had falseArchimagoher disguisd,To cloke her guile with sorrow and sad teene;And eke himselfe had craftily deuisdTo be her Squire, and do her seruice well aguisd.Her late forlorne and naked he had found,xxiiWhere she did wander in waste wildernesse,Lurking in rockes and caues farre vnder ground,And with greene mosse cou’ring her nakednesse,To hide her shame and loathly filthinesse;Sith her PrinceArthurof proud ornamentsAnd borrow’d beautie spoyld. Her nathelesseTh’enchaunter finding fit for his intents,Did thus reuest, and deckt with due habiliments.For all he did, was to deceiue good knights,xxiiiAnd draw them from pursuit of praise and fame,To slug in slouth and sensuall delights,And end their daies with irrenowmed shame.And now exceeding griefe him ouercame,To see theRedcrossethus aduaunced hye;Therefore this craftie engine he did frame,Against his praise to stirre vp enmityeOf such, as vertues like mote vnto him allye.

Nathlesse he shortly shall againe be tryde,xx

And fairely quite[456]him of th’imputed blame,

Else be ye sure he dearely shall abyde,

Or make you good amendment for the same:

All wrongs haue mends, but no amends of shame.

Now therefore Ladie, rise out of your paine,

And see the saluing of your blotted[457]name.

Full loth she seemd thereto, but yet did faine;

For she was inly glad her purpose so to gaine.

Her purpose was not such, as she did faine,xxiNe yet her person such, as it was seene,But vnder simple shew and semblant plaineLurckt falseDuessasecretly vnseene,As a chast Virgin, that had wronged beene:So had falseArchimagoher disguisd,To cloke her guile with sorrow and sad teene;And eke himselfe had craftily deuisdTo be her Squire, and do her seruice well aguisd.

Her purpose was not such, as she did faine,xxi

Ne yet her person such, as it was seene,

But vnder simple shew and semblant plaine

Lurckt falseDuessasecretly vnseene,

As a chast Virgin, that had wronged beene:

So had falseArchimagoher disguisd,

To cloke her guile with sorrow and sad teene;

And eke himselfe had craftily deuisd

To be her Squire, and do her seruice well aguisd.

Her late forlorne and naked he had found,xxiiWhere she did wander in waste wildernesse,Lurking in rockes and caues farre vnder ground,And with greene mosse cou’ring her nakednesse,To hide her shame and loathly filthinesse;Sith her PrinceArthurof proud ornamentsAnd borrow’d beautie spoyld. Her nathelesseTh’enchaunter finding fit for his intents,Did thus reuest, and deckt with due habiliments.

Her late forlorne and naked he had found,xxii

Where she did wander in waste wildernesse,

Lurking in rockes and caues farre vnder ground,

And with greene mosse cou’ring her nakednesse,

To hide her shame and loathly filthinesse;

Sith her PrinceArthurof proud ornaments

And borrow’d beautie spoyld. Her nathelesse

Th’enchaunter finding fit for his intents,

Did thus reuest, and deckt with due habiliments.

For all he did, was to deceiue good knights,xxiiiAnd draw them from pursuit of praise and fame,To slug in slouth and sensuall delights,And end their daies with irrenowmed shame.And now exceeding griefe him ouercame,To see theRedcrossethus aduaunced hye;Therefore this craftie engine he did frame,Against his praise to stirre vp enmityeOf such, as vertues like mote vnto him allye.

For all he did, was to deceiue good knights,xxiii

And draw them from pursuit of praise and fame,

To slug in slouth and sensuall delights,

And end their daies with irrenowmed shame.

And now exceeding griefe him ouercame,

To see theRedcrossethus aduaunced hye;

Therefore this craftie engine he did frame,

Against his praise to stirre vp enmitye

Of such, as vertues like mote vnto him allye.

So now heGuyonguides an vncouth wayxxivThrough woods and mountaines, till they came at lastInto a pleasant dale, that lowly layBetwixt two hils, whose high heads ouerplast,The valley did with coole shade ouercast,Through midst thereof a little riuer rold,By which there sate a knight with helme vnlast,Himselfe refreshing with the liquid cold,After his trauell long, and labours manifold.Loe yonder he, crydeArchimagealowd,xxvThat wrought the shamefull fact, which I did shew;And now he doth himselfe in secret shrowd,To flie the vengeance for his outrage dew;But vaine: for ye shall dearely do him rew,So God ye speed, and send you good successe;Which we farre off will here abide to vew.So they him left, inflam’d with wrathfulnesse,That streight against that knight his speare he did addresse.Who seeing him from farre so fierce to pricke,xxviHis warlike armes about him gan embrace,And in the rest his readie speare did sticke;Tho when as still he saw him towards pace,He gan rencounter him in equall race.They bene ymet, both readie to affrap,When suddenly that warriour gan abaceHis threatned speare, as if some new mishapHad him betidde[458], or hidden daunger did entrap.And cryde, Mercie Sir knight, and mercie Lord,xxviiFor mine offence and heedlesse hardiment,That had almost committed crime abhord,And with reprochfull shame mine honour shent,Whiles cursed steele against that badge I bent,The sacred badge of my Redeemers death,Which on your shield is set for ornament:But his fierce foe his steede could stay vneath,Who prickt with courage kene, did cruell battell breath.

So now heGuyonguides an vncouth wayxxiv

Through woods and mountaines, till they came at last

Into a pleasant dale, that lowly lay

Betwixt two hils, whose high heads ouerplast,

The valley did with coole shade ouercast,

Through midst thereof a little riuer rold,

By which there sate a knight with helme vnlast,

Himselfe refreshing with the liquid cold,

After his trauell long, and labours manifold.

Loe yonder he, crydeArchimagealowd,xxvThat wrought the shamefull fact, which I did shew;And now he doth himselfe in secret shrowd,To flie the vengeance for his outrage dew;But vaine: for ye shall dearely do him rew,So God ye speed, and send you good successe;Which we farre off will here abide to vew.So they him left, inflam’d with wrathfulnesse,That streight against that knight his speare he did addresse.

Loe yonder he, crydeArchimagealowd,xxv

That wrought the shamefull fact, which I did shew;

And now he doth himselfe in secret shrowd,

To flie the vengeance for his outrage dew;

But vaine: for ye shall dearely do him rew,

So God ye speed, and send you good successe;

Which we farre off will here abide to vew.

So they him left, inflam’d with wrathfulnesse,

That streight against that knight his speare he did addresse.

Who seeing him from farre so fierce to pricke,xxviHis warlike armes about him gan embrace,And in the rest his readie speare did sticke;Tho when as still he saw him towards pace,He gan rencounter him in equall race.They bene ymet, both readie to affrap,When suddenly that warriour gan abaceHis threatned speare, as if some new mishapHad him betidde[458], or hidden daunger did entrap.

Who seeing him from farre so fierce to pricke,xxvi

His warlike armes about him gan embrace,

And in the rest his readie speare did sticke;

Tho when as still he saw him towards pace,

He gan rencounter him in equall race.

They bene ymet, both readie to affrap,

When suddenly that warriour gan abace

His threatned speare, as if some new mishap

Had him betidde[458], or hidden daunger did entrap.

And cryde, Mercie Sir knight, and mercie Lord,xxviiFor mine offence and heedlesse hardiment,That had almost committed crime abhord,And with reprochfull shame mine honour shent,Whiles cursed steele against that badge I bent,The sacred badge of my Redeemers death,Which on your shield is set for ornament:But his fierce foe his steede could stay vneath,Who prickt with courage kene, did cruell battell breath.

And cryde, Mercie Sir knight, and mercie Lord,xxvii

For mine offence and heedlesse hardiment,

That had almost committed crime abhord,

And with reprochfull shame mine honour shent,

Whiles cursed steele against that badge I bent,

The sacred badge of my Redeemers death,

Which on your shield is set for ornament:

But his fierce foe his steede could stay vneath,

Who prickt with courage kene, did cruell battell breath.

But when he heard him speake, streight way he knewxxviiiHis error, and himselfe inclyning sayd;Ah deare SirGuyon, well becommeth you,But me behoueth rather to vpbrayd,Whose hastie hand so farre from reason strayd,That almost it did haynous violenceOn that faire image of that heauenly Mayd,That decks and armes your shield with faire defence:Your court’sie takes on you anothers due offence.So bene they both attone[459], and doen vprearexxixTheir beuers bright, each other for to greete;Goodly comportance each to other beare,And entertaine themselues with court’sies meet.Then said theRedcrosseknight, Now mote I weet,SirGuyon, why with so fierce saliaunce,And fell intent ye did at earst me meet;For sith I know your goodly gouernaunce,Great cause, I weene, you guided, or some vncouth chaunce.Certes (said he) well mote I shame to tellxxxThe fond encheason, that me hither led.A false infamous faitour late befellMe for to meet, that seemed ill bested,And playnd of grieuous outrage, which he redA knight had wrought against a Ladie gent;Which to auenge, he to this place me led,Where you he made the marke of his intent,And now is fled; foule shame him follow, where he went.So can he turne his earnest vnto game,xxxiThrough goodly handling[460]and wise temperance.By this his aged guide in presence came;Who soone as on[461]that knight his eye did glance,Eft soones of him had perfect cognizance,Sith him in Faerie court he late auizd;And said, Faire[462]sonne, God giue you happie chance,And that deare Crosse vpon your shield deuizd,Wherewith aboue all knights ye goodly seeme aguizd.

But when he heard him speake, streight way he knewxxviii

His error, and himselfe inclyning sayd;

Ah deare SirGuyon, well becommeth you,

But me behoueth rather to vpbrayd,

Whose hastie hand so farre from reason strayd,

That almost it did haynous violence

On that faire image of that heauenly Mayd,

That decks and armes your shield with faire defence:

Your court’sie takes on you anothers due offence.

So bene they both attone[459], and doen vprearexxixTheir beuers bright, each other for to greete;Goodly comportance each to other beare,And entertaine themselues with court’sies meet.Then said theRedcrosseknight, Now mote I weet,SirGuyon, why with so fierce saliaunce,And fell intent ye did at earst me meet;For sith I know your goodly gouernaunce,Great cause, I weene, you guided, or some vncouth chaunce.

So bene they both attone[459], and doen vprearexxix

Their beuers bright, each other for to greete;

Goodly comportance each to other beare,

And entertaine themselues with court’sies meet.

Then said theRedcrosseknight, Now mote I weet,

SirGuyon, why with so fierce saliaunce,

And fell intent ye did at earst me meet;

For sith I know your goodly gouernaunce,

Great cause, I weene, you guided, or some vncouth chaunce.

Certes (said he) well mote I shame to tellxxxThe fond encheason, that me hither led.A false infamous faitour late befellMe for to meet, that seemed ill bested,And playnd of grieuous outrage, which he redA knight had wrought against a Ladie gent;Which to auenge, he to this place me led,Where you he made the marke of his intent,And now is fled; foule shame him follow, where he went.

Certes (said he) well mote I shame to tellxxx

The fond encheason, that me hither led.

A false infamous faitour late befell

Me for to meet, that seemed ill bested,

And playnd of grieuous outrage, which he red

A knight had wrought against a Ladie gent;

Which to auenge, he to this place me led,

Where you he made the marke of his intent,

And now is fled; foule shame him follow, where he went.

So can he turne his earnest vnto game,xxxiThrough goodly handling[460]and wise temperance.By this his aged guide in presence came;Who soone as on[461]that knight his eye did glance,Eft soones of him had perfect cognizance,Sith him in Faerie court he late auizd;And said, Faire[462]sonne, God giue you happie chance,And that deare Crosse vpon your shield deuizd,Wherewith aboue all knights ye goodly seeme aguizd.

So can he turne his earnest vnto game,xxxi

Through goodly handling[460]and wise temperance.

By this his aged guide in presence came;

Who soone as on[461]that knight his eye did glance,

Eft soones of him had perfect cognizance,

Sith him in Faerie court he late auizd;

And said, Faire[462]sonne, God giue you happie chance,

And that deare Crosse vpon your shield deuizd,

Wherewith aboue all knights ye goodly seeme aguizd.

Ioy may you haue, and euerlasting fame,xxxiiOf late most hard atchieu’ment by you donne,For which enrolled is your glorious nameIn heauenly Registers aboue the Sunne,Where you a Saint with Saints your seat haue wonne:But wretched we, where ye haue left your marke,Must[463]now anew begin, like race to runne;God guide thee,Guyon, well to end thy warke,And to the wished hauen bring thy weary barke.Palmer, (him answered theRedcrosseknight)xxxiiiHis be the praise, that this atchieu’ment wrought,Who made my hand the organ of his might;More then goodwill to me attribute nought:For all I did, I did but as I ought.But you, faire Sir, whose pageant next ensewes,Well mote yee thee, as well can wish your thought,That home ye may report thrise[464]happie newes;For well ye worthie bene for worth and gentle thewes.So courteous conge both did giue and take,xxxivWith right hands plighted, pledges of good will.ThenGuyonforward gan his voyage make,With his blacke Palmer, that him guided still.Still he him guided ouer dale and hill,And with his steedie[465]staffe did point his way:His race with reason, and with words his will,From foule intemperance he oft did stay,And suffred not in wrath his hastie steps to stray.In this faire wize they traueild long yfere,xxxvThrough many hard assayes, which did betide;Of which he honour still away did beare,And spred his glorie through all countries wide.At last as chaunst them by a forest sideTo passe, for succour from the scorching ray,They heard a ruefull voice, that dearnly crideWith percing shriekes, and many a dolefull lay;Which to attend, a while their forward steps they stay.

Ioy may you haue, and euerlasting fame,xxxii

Of late most hard atchieu’ment by you donne,

For which enrolled is your glorious name

In heauenly Registers aboue the Sunne,

Where you a Saint with Saints your seat haue wonne:

But wretched we, where ye haue left your marke,

Must[463]now anew begin, like race to runne;

God guide thee,Guyon, well to end thy warke,

And to the wished hauen bring thy weary barke.

Palmer, (him answered theRedcrosseknight)xxxiiiHis be the praise, that this atchieu’ment wrought,Who made my hand the organ of his might;More then goodwill to me attribute nought:For all I did, I did but as I ought.But you, faire Sir, whose pageant next ensewes,Well mote yee thee, as well can wish your thought,That home ye may report thrise[464]happie newes;For well ye worthie bene for worth and gentle thewes.

Palmer, (him answered theRedcrosseknight)xxxiii

His be the praise, that this atchieu’ment wrought,

Who made my hand the organ of his might;

More then goodwill to me attribute nought:

For all I did, I did but as I ought.

But you, faire Sir, whose pageant next ensewes,

Well mote yee thee, as well can wish your thought,

That home ye may report thrise[464]happie newes;

For well ye worthie bene for worth and gentle thewes.

So courteous conge both did giue and take,xxxivWith right hands plighted, pledges of good will.ThenGuyonforward gan his voyage make,With his blacke Palmer, that him guided still.Still he him guided ouer dale and hill,And with his steedie[465]staffe did point his way:His race with reason, and with words his will,From foule intemperance he oft did stay,And suffred not in wrath his hastie steps to stray.

So courteous conge both did giue and take,xxxiv

With right hands plighted, pledges of good will.

ThenGuyonforward gan his voyage make,

With his blacke Palmer, that him guided still.

Still he him guided ouer dale and hill,

And with his steedie[465]staffe did point his way:

His race with reason, and with words his will,

From foule intemperance he oft did stay,

And suffred not in wrath his hastie steps to stray.

In this faire wize they traueild long yfere,xxxvThrough many hard assayes, which did betide;Of which he honour still away did beare,And spred his glorie through all countries wide.At last as chaunst them by a forest sideTo passe, for succour from the scorching ray,They heard a ruefull voice, that dearnly crideWith percing shriekes, and many a dolefull lay;Which to attend, a while their forward steps they stay.

In this faire wize they traueild long yfere,xxxv

Through many hard assayes, which did betide;

Of which he honour still away did beare,

And spred his glorie through all countries wide.

At last as chaunst them by a forest side

To passe, for succour from the scorching ray,

They heard a ruefull voice, that dearnly cride

With percing shriekes, and many a dolefull lay;

Which to attend, a while their forward steps they stay.

But if that carelesse heauens (quoth she) despisexxxviThe doome of iust reuenge, and take delightTo see sad pageants of mens miseries,As bound by them to liue in liues[466]despight,Yet can they not warne death from wretched wight.Come then, come soone, come sweetest death to mee,And take away this long lent loathed light:Sharpe be thy wounds, but sweet the medicines bee,That long captiued soules from wearie thraldome free.But thou, sweet Babe, whom frowning froward fatexxxviiHath made sad witnesse of thy fathers fall,Sith heauen thee deignes to hold in liuing state,Long maist thou liue, and better thriue withall,Then to thy lucklesse parents did befall:Liue thou, and to thy mother dead attest,That cleare she dide from blemish criminall;Thy litle hands embrewd in bleeding brestLoe I for pledges leaue. So giue me leaue to rest.With that a deadly shrieke she forth did throw,xxxviiiThat through the wood reecchoed againe,And after gaue a grone so deepe and low,That seemd her tender heart was rent in twaine,Or thrild with point of thorough piercing paine;As gentle Hynd, whose sides with cruell steeleThrough launched[467], forth her bleeding life does raine,Whiles the sad pang approching she does feele,Brayes out her latest breath, and vp her eyes doth seele.Which when that warriour heard, dismounting straictxxxixFrom his tall steed, he rusht into the thicke,And soone arriued, where that sad pourtraictOf death and dolour[468]lay, halfe dead, halfe quicke,In whose white alabaster brest did stickeA cruell knife, that made a griesly wound,From which forth gusht a streme of gorebloud thick,That all her goodly garments staind around,And into a deepe sanguine dide the grassie ground.

But if that carelesse heauens (quoth she) despisexxxvi

The doome of iust reuenge, and take delight

To see sad pageants of mens miseries,

As bound by them to liue in liues[466]despight,

Yet can they not warne death from wretched wight.

Come then, come soone, come sweetest death to mee,

And take away this long lent loathed light:

Sharpe be thy wounds, but sweet the medicines bee,

That long captiued soules from wearie thraldome free.

But thou, sweet Babe, whom frowning froward fatexxxviiHath made sad witnesse of thy fathers fall,Sith heauen thee deignes to hold in liuing state,Long maist thou liue, and better thriue withall,Then to thy lucklesse parents did befall:Liue thou, and to thy mother dead attest,That cleare she dide from blemish criminall;Thy litle hands embrewd in bleeding brestLoe I for pledges leaue. So giue me leaue to rest.

But thou, sweet Babe, whom frowning froward fatexxxvii

Hath made sad witnesse of thy fathers fall,

Sith heauen thee deignes to hold in liuing state,

Long maist thou liue, and better thriue withall,

Then to thy lucklesse parents did befall:

Liue thou, and to thy mother dead attest,

That cleare she dide from blemish criminall;

Thy litle hands embrewd in bleeding brest

Loe I for pledges leaue. So giue me leaue to rest.

With that a deadly shrieke she forth did throw,xxxviiiThat through the wood reecchoed againe,And after gaue a grone so deepe and low,That seemd her tender heart was rent in twaine,Or thrild with point of thorough piercing paine;As gentle Hynd, whose sides with cruell steeleThrough launched[467], forth her bleeding life does raine,Whiles the sad pang approching she does feele,Brayes out her latest breath, and vp her eyes doth seele.

With that a deadly shrieke she forth did throw,xxxviii

That through the wood reecchoed againe,

And after gaue a grone so deepe and low,

That seemd her tender heart was rent in twaine,

Or thrild with point of thorough piercing paine;

As gentle Hynd, whose sides with cruell steele

Through launched[467], forth her bleeding life does raine,

Whiles the sad pang approching she does feele,

Brayes out her latest breath, and vp her eyes doth seele.

Which when that warriour heard, dismounting straictxxxixFrom his tall steed, he rusht into the thicke,And soone arriued, where that sad pourtraictOf death and dolour[468]lay, halfe dead, halfe quicke,In whose white alabaster brest did stickeA cruell knife, that made a griesly wound,From which forth gusht a streme of gorebloud thick,That all her goodly garments staind around,And into a deepe sanguine dide the grassie ground.

Which when that warriour heard, dismounting straictxxxix

From his tall steed, he rusht into the thicke,

And soone arriued, where that sad pourtraict

Of death and dolour[468]lay, halfe dead, halfe quicke,

In whose white alabaster brest did sticke

A cruell knife, that made a griesly wound,

From which forth gusht a streme of gorebloud thick,

That all her goodly garments staind around,

And into a deepe sanguine dide the grassie ground.

Pittifull spectacle of deadly smart,xlBeside a bubbling fountaine low she lay,Which she increased with her bleeding hart,And the cleane waues with purple gore[469]did ray;Als in her lap a louely[470]babe did playHis cruell sport, in stead of sorrow dew;For in her streaming blood he did embayHis litle hands, and tender ioynts embrew;Pitifull spectacle, as euer eye did view.Besides them both, vpon the soiled grasxliThe dead corse of an armed knight was spred,Whose armour all with bloud besprinckled was;His ruddie lips did smile, and rosy redDid paint his chearefull cheekes, yet being ded:[471]Seemd to haue beene a goodly personage,Now in his freshest flowre of lustie hed,Fit to inflame faire Lady with loues rage,But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of his age.Whom when the good SirGuyondid behold,xliiHis hart gan wexe as starke, as marble stone,And his fresh bloud did frieze with fearefull cold,That all his senses seemd bereft attone:[472]At last his mightie ghost gan deepe to grone,As Lyon grudging in his great disdaine,Mournes inwardly, and makes to himselfe mone;Till ruth and fraile affection did constraine[473]His stout courage[474]to stoupe, and shew his inward paine.Out of her gored wound the cruell steelexliiiHe lightly snatcht, and did the floudgate stopWith his faire garment: then gan softly feeleHer feeble pulse, to proue if any dropOf liuing bloud yet in her veynes did hop;Which when he felt to moue, he hoped faireTo call backe life to her forsaken shop;So well he did her deadly wounds repaire,That at the last she gan to breath out liuing aire.

Pittifull spectacle of deadly smart,xl

Beside a bubbling fountaine low she lay,

Which she increased with her bleeding hart,

And the cleane waues with purple gore[469]did ray;

Als in her lap a louely[470]babe did play

His cruell sport, in stead of sorrow dew;

For in her streaming blood he did embay

His litle hands, and tender ioynts embrew;

Pitifull spectacle, as euer eye did view.

Besides them both, vpon the soiled grasxliThe dead corse of an armed knight was spred,Whose armour all with bloud besprinckled was;His ruddie lips did smile, and rosy redDid paint his chearefull cheekes, yet being ded:[471]Seemd to haue beene a goodly personage,Now in his freshest flowre of lustie hed,Fit to inflame faire Lady with loues rage,But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of his age.

Besides them both, vpon the soiled grasxli

The dead corse of an armed knight was spred,

Whose armour all with bloud besprinckled was;

His ruddie lips did smile, and rosy red

Did paint his chearefull cheekes, yet being ded:[471]

Seemd to haue beene a goodly personage,

Now in his freshest flowre of lustie hed,

Fit to inflame faire Lady with loues rage,

But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of his age.

Whom when the good SirGuyondid behold,xliiHis hart gan wexe as starke, as marble stone,And his fresh bloud did frieze with fearefull cold,That all his senses seemd bereft attone:[472]At last his mightie ghost gan deepe to grone,As Lyon grudging in his great disdaine,Mournes inwardly, and makes to himselfe mone;Till ruth and fraile affection did constraine[473]His stout courage[474]to stoupe, and shew his inward paine.

Whom when the good SirGuyondid behold,xlii

His hart gan wexe as starke, as marble stone,

And his fresh bloud did frieze with fearefull cold,

That all his senses seemd bereft attone:[472]

At last his mightie ghost gan deepe to grone,

As Lyon grudging in his great disdaine,

Mournes inwardly, and makes to himselfe mone;

Till ruth and fraile affection did constraine[473]

His stout courage[474]to stoupe, and shew his inward paine.

Out of her gored wound the cruell steelexliiiHe lightly snatcht, and did the floudgate stopWith his faire garment: then gan softly feeleHer feeble pulse, to proue if any dropOf liuing bloud yet in her veynes did hop;Which when he felt to moue, he hoped faireTo call backe life to her forsaken shop;So well he did her deadly wounds repaire,That at the last she gan to breath out liuing aire.

Out of her gored wound the cruell steelexliii

He lightly snatcht, and did the floudgate stop

With his faire garment: then gan softly feele

Her feeble pulse, to proue if any drop

Of liuing bloud yet in her veynes did hop;

Which when he felt to moue, he hoped faire

To call backe life to her forsaken shop;

So well he did her deadly wounds repaire,

That at the last she gan to breath out liuing aire.

Which he perceiuing greatly gan reioice,xlivAnd goodly counsell, that for wounded hartIs meetest med’cine, tempred with sweet voice;Ay me, deare Lady, which the image artOf ruefull pitie, and impatient smart,What direfull chance, armd with reuenging[475]fate,Or cursed hand hath plaid this cruell part,Thus fowle to hasten your vntimely date;Speake, O deare Lady speake: help neuer comes too late.Therewith her dim eie-lids she vp gan reare,xlvOn which the drery death did sit, as sadAs lump of lead, and made darke clouds appeare;But when as him all in bright armour cladBefore her standing she espied had,As one out of a deadly dreame affright,She weakely started, yet she nothing drad:Streight downe againe her selfe in great despight[476]She groueling threw to ground, as hating life and light.The gentle knight her soone with carefull painexlviVplifted light, and softly did vphold:Thrise he her reard, and thrise she sunke againe,Till he his armes about her sides gan fold,And to her said; Yet if the stony coldHaue not all seized on your frozen hart,Let one word fall that may your griefe vnfold,And tell the secret of your mortall smart;He oft finds present helpe, who does his griefe impart.Then casting vp a deadly looke, full low[477]xlviiShee sight[478]from bottome of her wounded brest,And after, many bitter throbs did throwWith lips full pale and foltring tongue opprest,These words she breathed forth from riuen chest;Leaue, ah leaue off, what euer wight thou bee,To let a wearie wretch from her dew rest,And trouble dying soules tranquilitee.Take not away now got, which none would giue to me.

Which he perceiuing greatly gan reioice,xliv

And goodly counsell, that for wounded hart

Is meetest med’cine, tempred with sweet voice;

Ay me, deare Lady, which the image art

Of ruefull pitie, and impatient smart,

What direfull chance, armd with reuenging[475]fate,

Or cursed hand hath plaid this cruell part,

Thus fowle to hasten your vntimely date;

Speake, O deare Lady speake: help neuer comes too late.

Therewith her dim eie-lids she vp gan reare,xlvOn which the drery death did sit, as sadAs lump of lead, and made darke clouds appeare;But when as him all in bright armour cladBefore her standing she espied had,As one out of a deadly dreame affright,She weakely started, yet she nothing drad:Streight downe againe her selfe in great despight[476]She groueling threw to ground, as hating life and light.

Therewith her dim eie-lids she vp gan reare,xlv

On which the drery death did sit, as sad

As lump of lead, and made darke clouds appeare;

But when as him all in bright armour clad

Before her standing she espied had,

As one out of a deadly dreame affright,

She weakely started, yet she nothing drad:

Streight downe againe her selfe in great despight[476]

She groueling threw to ground, as hating life and light.

The gentle knight her soone with carefull painexlviVplifted light, and softly did vphold:Thrise he her reard, and thrise she sunke againe,Till he his armes about her sides gan fold,And to her said; Yet if the stony coldHaue not all seized on your frozen hart,Let one word fall that may your griefe vnfold,And tell the secret of your mortall smart;He oft finds present helpe, who does his griefe impart.

The gentle knight her soone with carefull painexlvi

Vplifted light, and softly did vphold:

Thrise he her reard, and thrise she sunke againe,

Till he his armes about her sides gan fold,

And to her said; Yet if the stony cold

Haue not all seized on your frozen hart,

Let one word fall that may your griefe vnfold,

And tell the secret of your mortall smart;

He oft finds present helpe, who does his griefe impart.

Then casting vp a deadly looke, full low[477]xlviiShee sight[478]from bottome of her wounded brest,And after, many bitter throbs did throwWith lips full pale and foltring tongue opprest,These words she breathed forth from riuen chest;Leaue, ah leaue off, what euer wight thou bee,To let a wearie wretch from her dew rest,And trouble dying soules tranquilitee.Take not away now got, which none would giue to me.

Then casting vp a deadly looke, full low[477]xlvii

Shee sight[478]from bottome of her wounded brest,

And after, many bitter throbs did throw

With lips full pale and foltring tongue opprest,

These words she breathed forth from riuen chest;

Leaue, ah leaue off, what euer wight thou bee,

To let a wearie wretch from her dew rest,

And trouble dying soules tranquilitee.

Take not away now got, which none would giue to me.

Ah farre be it (said he) Deare dame fro mee,xlviiiTo hinder soule from her desired rest,Or hold sad life in long captiuitee:For all I seeke, is but to haue redrestThe bitter pangs, that doth your heart infest.Tell then, O Lady tell, what fatall priefeHath with so huge misfortune you opprest?That I may cast to compasse your reliefe,Or die with you in sorrow, and partake your griefe.With feeble hands then stretched forth on hye,xlixAs heauen accusing guiltie of her death,And with dry drops congealed in her eye,In these sad words she spent her vtmost breath:Heare then, O man, the sorrowes that vneathMy tongue can tell, so farre all sense they pas:Loe this dead corpse, that lies here vnderneath,The gentlest knight, that euer on greene grasGay steed with spurs did pricke, the good SirMordant[479]was.Was, (ay the while, that he is not so now)lMy Lord my loue; my deare Lord, my deare loue,So long as heauens iust with equall brow[480]Vouchsafed to behold vs from aboue,One day when him high courage did emmoue,As wont ye knights to seeke aduentures wilde,He pricked forth, his puissant force to proue,Me then he left enwombed of this child,This lucklesse child, whom thus ye see with bloud defild.Him fortuned (hard fortune ye may ghesse)liTo come, where vileAcrasiadoes wonne,Acrasiaa false enchaunteresse,That many errant knights hath foule fordonne:Within a wandring Island, that doth ronneAnd stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is;[481]Faire Sir, if euer there ye trauell, shonneThe cursed land where many wend amis,And know it by the name; it hight theBowre of blis.

Ah farre be it (said he) Deare dame fro mee,xlviii

To hinder soule from her desired rest,

Or hold sad life in long captiuitee:

For all I seeke, is but to haue redrest

The bitter pangs, that doth your heart infest.

Tell then, O Lady tell, what fatall priefe

Hath with so huge misfortune you opprest?

That I may cast to compasse your reliefe,

Or die with you in sorrow, and partake your griefe.

With feeble hands then stretched forth on hye,xlixAs heauen accusing guiltie of her death,And with dry drops congealed in her eye,In these sad words she spent her vtmost breath:Heare then, O man, the sorrowes that vneathMy tongue can tell, so farre all sense they pas:Loe this dead corpse, that lies here vnderneath,The gentlest knight, that euer on greene grasGay steed with spurs did pricke, the good SirMordant[479]was.

With feeble hands then stretched forth on hye,xlix

As heauen accusing guiltie of her death,

And with dry drops congealed in her eye,

In these sad words she spent her vtmost breath:

Heare then, O man, the sorrowes that vneath

My tongue can tell, so farre all sense they pas:

Loe this dead corpse, that lies here vnderneath,

The gentlest knight, that euer on greene gras

Gay steed with spurs did pricke, the good SirMordant[479]was.

Was, (ay the while, that he is not so now)lMy Lord my loue; my deare Lord, my deare loue,So long as heauens iust with equall brow[480]Vouchsafed to behold vs from aboue,One day when him high courage did emmoue,As wont ye knights to seeke aduentures wilde,He pricked forth, his puissant force to proue,Me then he left enwombed of this child,This lucklesse child, whom thus ye see with bloud defild.

Was, (ay the while, that he is not so now)l

My Lord my loue; my deare Lord, my deare loue,

So long as heauens iust with equall brow[480]

Vouchsafed to behold vs from aboue,

One day when him high courage did emmoue,

As wont ye knights to seeke aduentures wilde,

He pricked forth, his puissant force to proue,

Me then he left enwombed of this child,

This lucklesse child, whom thus ye see with bloud defild.

Him fortuned (hard fortune ye may ghesse)liTo come, where vileAcrasiadoes wonne,Acrasiaa false enchaunteresse,That many errant knights hath foule fordonne:Within a wandring Island, that doth ronneAnd stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is;[481]Faire Sir, if euer there ye trauell, shonneThe cursed land where many wend amis,And know it by the name; it hight theBowre of blis.

Him fortuned (hard fortune ye may ghesse)li

To come, where vileAcrasiadoes wonne,

Acrasiaa false enchaunteresse,

That many errant knights hath foule fordonne:

Within a wandring Island, that doth ronne

And stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is;[481]

Faire Sir, if euer there ye trauell, shonne

The cursed land where many wend amis,

And know it by the name; it hight theBowre of blis.

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