FOOTNOTES:

Cant. V.

Pyrochles does with Guyon fight,And Furors chayne vnbinds:[580]Of whom sore hurt, for his reuengeAtin Cymochles finds.[581]

Pyrochles does with Guyon fight,

And Furors chayne vnbinds:[580]

Of whom sore hurt, for his reuenge

Atin Cymochles finds.[581]

Who euer doth to temperaunce applyiHis stedfast life, and all his actions frame,Trust me, shall find no greater enimy,Then stubborne perturbation, to the same;To which right well the wise do giue that name,For it the goodly peace of stayed mindesDoes ouerthrow, and troublous warre proclame:His owne woes authour, who so bound it findes,As didPyrochles, and it wilfully vnbindes.After that varlets flight, it was not long,iiEre on the plaine fast prickingGuyonspideOne in bright armes embatteiled full strong,That as the Sunny beames do glaunce and glideVpon the trembling waue, so shined bright,And round about him threw forth sparkling fire,That seemd him to enflame on euery side:His steed was bloudy red, and fomed ire,When with the maistring spur he did him roughly stire.Approching nigh, he neuer stayd to greete,iiiNe chaffar[582]words, prowd courage to prouoke,But prickt so fiers, that vnderneath his feeteThe smouldring dust did round about him smoke,Both horse and man nigh able for to choke;And fairly couching his steele-headed speare,Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke;It booted nought SirGuyoncomming neareTo thinke, such hideous puissaunce on foot to beare.

Who euer doth to temperaunce applyi

His stedfast life, and all his actions frame,

Trust me, shall find no greater enimy,

Then stubborne perturbation, to the same;

To which right well the wise do giue that name,

For it the goodly peace of stayed mindes

Does ouerthrow, and troublous warre proclame:

His owne woes authour, who so bound it findes,

As didPyrochles, and it wilfully vnbindes.

After that varlets flight, it was not long,iiEre on the plaine fast prickingGuyonspideOne in bright armes embatteiled full strong,That as the Sunny beames do glaunce and glideVpon the trembling waue, so shined bright,And round about him threw forth sparkling fire,That seemd him to enflame on euery side:His steed was bloudy red, and fomed ire,When with the maistring spur he did him roughly stire.

After that varlets flight, it was not long,ii

Ere on the plaine fast prickingGuyonspide

One in bright armes embatteiled full strong,

That as the Sunny beames do glaunce and glide

Vpon the trembling waue, so shined bright,

And round about him threw forth sparkling fire,

That seemd him to enflame on euery side:

His steed was bloudy red, and fomed ire,

When with the maistring spur he did him roughly stire.

Approching nigh, he neuer stayd to greete,iiiNe chaffar[582]words, prowd courage to prouoke,But prickt so fiers, that vnderneath his feeteThe smouldring dust did round about him smoke,Both horse and man nigh able for to choke;And fairly couching his steele-headed speare,Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke;It booted nought SirGuyoncomming neareTo thinke, such hideous puissaunce on foot to beare.

Approching nigh, he neuer stayd to greete,iii

Ne chaffar[582]words, prowd courage to prouoke,

But prickt so fiers, that vnderneath his feete

The smouldring dust did round about him smoke,

Both horse and man nigh able for to choke;

And fairly couching his steele-headed speare,

Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke;

It booted nought SirGuyoncomming neare

To thinke, such hideous puissaunce on foot to beare.

But lightly shunned it, and passing by,ivWith his bright blade did smite at him so fell,That the sharpe steele arriuing forciblyOn his broad shield, bit not, but glauncing fellOn his horse necke before the quilted sell,[583]And from the head the body sundred quight.So him dismounted low, he did compellOn foot with him to matchen equall fight;The truncked beast fast bleeding, did him fowly dight.Sore bruzed with the fall, he slow vprose,vAnd all enraged, thus him loudly shent;Disleall knight, whose coward courage choseTo wreake it selfe on beast all innocent,And shund the marke, at which it should be ment,Thereby thine armes seeme strong, but manhood fraile;So hast thou oft with guile thine honour blent;But litle may such guile thee now auaile,If wonted force and fortune do not much me faile[584].With that he drew his flaming sword, and strookeviAt him so fiercely, that the vpper margeOf his seuenfolded shield away it tooke,And glauncing on his helmet, made a largeAnd open gash therein: were not his targe,That broke the violence of his intent,The weary soule from thence it would discharge;Nathelesse so sore a buff to him it lent,That made him reele, and to his brest his beuer bent.Exceeding wroth wasGuyonat that blow,viiAnd much ashamd, that stroke of liuing armeShould him dismay, and make him stoup so low,Though otherwise it did him litle harme:Tho hurling high his yron braced arme,He smote so manly on his shoulder plate,That all his left side it did quite disarme;Yet there the steele stayd not, but inly bateDeepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red floodgate.

But lightly shunned it, and passing by,iv

With his bright blade did smite at him so fell,

That the sharpe steele arriuing forcibly

On his broad shield, bit not, but glauncing fell

On his horse necke before the quilted sell,[583]

And from the head the body sundred quight.

So him dismounted low, he did compell

On foot with him to matchen equall fight;

The truncked beast fast bleeding, did him fowly dight.

Sore bruzed with the fall, he slow vprose,vAnd all enraged, thus him loudly shent;Disleall knight, whose coward courage choseTo wreake it selfe on beast all innocent,And shund the marke, at which it should be ment,Thereby thine armes seeme strong, but manhood fraile;So hast thou oft with guile thine honour blent;But litle may such guile thee now auaile,If wonted force and fortune do not much me faile[584].

Sore bruzed with the fall, he slow vprose,v

And all enraged, thus him loudly shent;

Disleall knight, whose coward courage chose

To wreake it selfe on beast all innocent,

And shund the marke, at which it should be ment,

Thereby thine armes seeme strong, but manhood fraile;

So hast thou oft with guile thine honour blent;

But litle may such guile thee now auaile,

If wonted force and fortune do not much me faile[584].

With that he drew his flaming sword, and strookeviAt him so fiercely, that the vpper margeOf his seuenfolded shield away it tooke,And glauncing on his helmet, made a largeAnd open gash therein: were not his targe,That broke the violence of his intent,The weary soule from thence it would discharge;Nathelesse so sore a buff to him it lent,That made him reele, and to his brest his beuer bent.

With that he drew his flaming sword, and strookevi

At him so fiercely, that the vpper marge

Of his seuenfolded shield away it tooke,

And glauncing on his helmet, made a large

And open gash therein: were not his targe,

That broke the violence of his intent,

The weary soule from thence it would discharge;

Nathelesse so sore a buff to him it lent,

That made him reele, and to his brest his beuer bent.

Exceeding wroth wasGuyonat that blow,viiAnd much ashamd, that stroke of liuing armeShould him dismay, and make him stoup so low,Though otherwise it did him litle harme:Tho hurling high his yron braced arme,He smote so manly on his shoulder plate,That all his left side it did quite disarme;Yet there the steele stayd not, but inly bateDeepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red floodgate.

Exceeding wroth wasGuyonat that blow,vii

And much ashamd, that stroke of liuing arme

Should him dismay, and make him stoup so low,

Though otherwise it did him litle harme:

Tho hurling high his yron braced arme,

He smote so manly on his shoulder plate,

That all his left side it did quite disarme;

Yet there the steele stayd not, but inly bate

Deepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red floodgate.

Deadly dismayd, with horrour of that dintviiiPyrochleswas, and grieued eke entyre;Yet nathemore did it his fury stint,But added flame vnto his former fire,That welnigh molt his hart in raging yre,Ne thenceforth his approued skill, to ward,Or strike, or hurtle[585]round in warlike[586]gyre,Remembred he, ne car’d for his saufgard,But rudely rag’d, and like a cruell Tygre far’d.He hewd, and lasht, and foynd, and thundred blowes,ixAnd euery way did seeke into his life,Ne plate, ne male could ward so mighty throwes,But yielded passage to his cruell knife.ButGuyon, in the heat of all his strife,Was warie wise, and closely did awaytAuauntage, whilest his foe did rage most rife;Sometimes a thwart, sometimes he strooke him strayt,And falsed oft his blowes, t’illude him with such bayt.Like as a Lyon, whose imperiall powrexA prowd rebellious Vnicorne defies,T’auoide the rash assault and wrathfull stowreOf his fiers foe, him to a tree applies,And when him running in full course he spies,He slips aside; the whiles that furious beastHis precious horne, sought of his enimies[587],Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast[588],But to the mighty victour yields a bounteous feast.With such faire slight himGuyonoften faild,xiTill at the last all breathlesse, wearie, faintHim spying, with fresh onset he assaild,And kindling new his courage seeming queint,Strooke him so hugely, that through great constraintHe made him stoup perforce vnto his knee,And do vnwilling worship to the Saint,That on his shield depainted he did see;Such homage till that instant neuer learned hee.

Deadly dismayd, with horrour of that dintviii

Pyrochleswas, and grieued eke entyre;

Yet nathemore did it his fury stint,

But added flame vnto his former fire,

That welnigh molt his hart in raging yre,

Ne thenceforth his approued skill, to ward,

Or strike, or hurtle[585]round in warlike[586]gyre,

Remembred he, ne car’d for his saufgard,

But rudely rag’d, and like a cruell Tygre far’d.

He hewd, and lasht, and foynd, and thundred blowes,ixAnd euery way did seeke into his life,Ne plate, ne male could ward so mighty throwes,But yielded passage to his cruell knife.ButGuyon, in the heat of all his strife,Was warie wise, and closely did awaytAuauntage, whilest his foe did rage most rife;Sometimes a thwart, sometimes he strooke him strayt,And falsed oft his blowes, t’illude him with such bayt.

He hewd, and lasht, and foynd, and thundred blowes,ix

And euery way did seeke into his life,

Ne plate, ne male could ward so mighty throwes,

But yielded passage to his cruell knife.

ButGuyon, in the heat of all his strife,

Was warie wise, and closely did awayt

Auauntage, whilest his foe did rage most rife;

Sometimes a thwart, sometimes he strooke him strayt,

And falsed oft his blowes, t’illude him with such bayt.

Like as a Lyon, whose imperiall powrexA prowd rebellious Vnicorne defies,T’auoide the rash assault and wrathfull stowreOf his fiers foe, him to a tree applies,And when him running in full course he spies,He slips aside; the whiles that furious beastHis precious horne, sought of his enimies[587],Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast[588],But to the mighty victour yields a bounteous feast.

Like as a Lyon, whose imperiall powrex

A prowd rebellious Vnicorne defies,

T’auoide the rash assault and wrathfull stowre

Of his fiers foe, him to a tree applies,

And when him running in full course he spies,

He slips aside; the whiles that furious beast

His precious horne, sought of his enimies[587],

Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast[588],

But to the mighty victour yields a bounteous feast.

With such faire slight himGuyonoften faild,xiTill at the last all breathlesse, wearie, faintHim spying, with fresh onset he assaild,And kindling new his courage seeming queint,Strooke him so hugely, that through great constraintHe made him stoup perforce vnto his knee,And do vnwilling worship to the Saint,That on his shield depainted he did see;Such homage till that instant neuer learned hee.

With such faire slight himGuyonoften faild,xi

Till at the last all breathlesse, wearie, faint

Him spying, with fresh onset he assaild,

And kindling new his courage seeming queint,

Strooke him so hugely, that through great constraint

He made him stoup perforce vnto his knee,

And do vnwilling worship to the Saint,

That on his shield depainted he did see;

Such homage till that instant neuer learned hee.

WhomGuyonseeing stoup, pursewed fastxiiThe present offer of faire victory,And soone his dreadfull blade about he cast,Wherewith he smote his haughty crest so hye,That streight on ground made him full low to lye;Then on his brest his victour foote he thrust,With that he cryde, Mercy, do me not dye,Ne deeme thy force by[589]fortunes doome vniust,That hath (maugre her spight) thus low me laid in dust.Eftsoones his cruell hand SirGuyonstayd,xiiiTempring the passion with aduizement slow,And maistring might on enimy dismayd:For th’equall dye of warre he well did know;Then to him said, Liue and allegaunce owe,To him that giues thee life and libertie,And henceforth by this dayes ensample trow,That hasty wroth, and heedlesse hazardrieDo breede repentaunce late, and lasting infamie.So vp he let him rise, who with grim lookexivAnd count’naunce sterne vpstanding, gan to grindHis grated teeth for great disdeigne, and shookeHis sandy lockes, long hanging downe behind,Knotted in bloud and dust, for griefe of mind,That he in ods of armes was conquered;Yet in himselfe some comfort he did find,That him so noble knight had maistered,Whose bounty more then might, yet both he wondered.WhichGuyonmarking said, Be nought agrieu’d,xvSir knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre:Was neuer man, who most conquestes atchieu’d,[590]But sometimes had the worse, and lost by warre,Yet shortly gaynd, that losse exceeded farre:Losse is no shame, nor to be lesse then foe,But to be lesser, then himselfe, doth marreBoth loosers lot, and victours prayse alsoe.Vaine others ouerthrowes, who selfe[591]doth ouerthrowe.

WhomGuyonseeing stoup, pursewed fastxii

The present offer of faire victory,

And soone his dreadfull blade about he cast,

Wherewith he smote his haughty crest so hye,

That streight on ground made him full low to lye;

Then on his brest his victour foote he thrust,

With that he cryde, Mercy, do me not dye,

Ne deeme thy force by[589]fortunes doome vniust,

That hath (maugre her spight) thus low me laid in dust.

Eftsoones his cruell hand SirGuyonstayd,xiiiTempring the passion with aduizement slow,And maistring might on enimy dismayd:For th’equall dye of warre he well did know;Then to him said, Liue and allegaunce owe,To him that giues thee life and libertie,And henceforth by this dayes ensample trow,That hasty wroth, and heedlesse hazardrieDo breede repentaunce late, and lasting infamie.

Eftsoones his cruell hand SirGuyonstayd,xiii

Tempring the passion with aduizement slow,

And maistring might on enimy dismayd:

For th’equall dye of warre he well did know;

Then to him said, Liue and allegaunce owe,

To him that giues thee life and libertie,

And henceforth by this dayes ensample trow,

That hasty wroth, and heedlesse hazardrie

Do breede repentaunce late, and lasting infamie.

So vp he let him rise, who with grim lookexivAnd count’naunce sterne vpstanding, gan to grindHis grated teeth for great disdeigne, and shookeHis sandy lockes, long hanging downe behind,Knotted in bloud and dust, for griefe of mind,That he in ods of armes was conquered;Yet in himselfe some comfort he did find,That him so noble knight had maistered,Whose bounty more then might, yet both he wondered.

So vp he let him rise, who with grim lookexiv

And count’naunce sterne vpstanding, gan to grind

His grated teeth for great disdeigne, and shooke

His sandy lockes, long hanging downe behind,

Knotted in bloud and dust, for griefe of mind,

That he in ods of armes was conquered;

Yet in himselfe some comfort he did find,

That him so noble knight had maistered,

Whose bounty more then might, yet both he wondered.

WhichGuyonmarking said, Be nought agrieu’d,xvSir knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre:Was neuer man, who most conquestes atchieu’d,[590]But sometimes had the worse, and lost by warre,Yet shortly gaynd, that losse exceeded farre:Losse is no shame, nor to be lesse then foe,But to be lesser, then himselfe, doth marreBoth loosers lot, and victours prayse alsoe.Vaine others ouerthrowes, who selfe[591]doth ouerthrowe.

WhichGuyonmarking said, Be nought agrieu’d,xv

Sir knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre:

Was neuer man, who most conquestes atchieu’d,[590]

But sometimes had the worse, and lost by warre,

Yet shortly gaynd, that losse exceeded farre:

Losse is no shame, nor to be lesse then foe,

But to be lesser, then himselfe, doth marre

Both loosers lot, and victours prayse alsoe.

Vaine others ouerthrowes, who selfe[591]doth ouerthrowe.

Fly, OPyrochles, fly the dreadfull warre,xviThat in thy selfe thy lesser parts do moue,Outrageous anger, and woe-working iarre,Direfull impatience, and hart murdring loue;Those, those thy foes, those warriours far remoue,Which thee to endlesse bale captiued lead.But sith in might thou didst my mercy proue,Of curtesie to me the cause aread,[592]That thee against me drew with so impetuous dread.Dreadlesse (said he) that shall I soone declare:xviiIt was complaind, that thou hadst done great tortVnto an aged woman, poore and bare,And thralled her in chaines with strong effort,Voide of all succour and needfull comfort:That ill beseemes thee, such as I thee see,To worke such shame. Therefore I thee exhort,To chaunge thy will, and setOccasion[593]free,And to her captiue sonne yield his first libertee.Thereat SirGuyonsmilde, And is that allxviii(Said he) that thee so sore displeased hath?Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall,Whose freedome shall thee turne to greatest scath.Nath’lesse now quench thy whot emboyling[594]wrath:Loe there they be; to thee I yield them free.Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the pathDid lightly leape, where he them bound did see,And gan to breake the bands of their captiuitee.Soone asOccasionfelt her selfe vntyde,xixBefore her sonne could well assoyled bee,She to her vse returnd, and streight defydeBothGuyonandPyrochles: th’one (said shee[595])Bycause he wonne; the other because heeWas wonne: So matter did she make of nought,To stirre vp strife, and do[596]them disagree:But soone asFurorwas enlargd, she soughtTo kindle his quencht fire, and thousand causes wrought.

Fly, OPyrochles, fly the dreadfull warre,xvi

That in thy selfe thy lesser parts do moue,

Outrageous anger, and woe-working iarre,

Direfull impatience, and hart murdring loue;

Those, those thy foes, those warriours far remoue,

Which thee to endlesse bale captiued lead.

But sith in might thou didst my mercy proue,

Of curtesie to me the cause aread,[592]

That thee against me drew with so impetuous dread.

Dreadlesse (said he) that shall I soone declare:xviiIt was complaind, that thou hadst done great tortVnto an aged woman, poore and bare,And thralled her in chaines with strong effort,Voide of all succour and needfull comfort:That ill beseemes thee, such as I thee see,To worke such shame. Therefore I thee exhort,To chaunge thy will, and setOccasion[593]free,And to her captiue sonne yield his first libertee.

Dreadlesse (said he) that shall I soone declare:xvii

It was complaind, that thou hadst done great tort

Vnto an aged woman, poore and bare,

And thralled her in chaines with strong effort,

Voide of all succour and needfull comfort:

That ill beseemes thee, such as I thee see,

To worke such shame. Therefore I thee exhort,

To chaunge thy will, and setOccasion[593]free,

And to her captiue sonne yield his first libertee.

Thereat SirGuyonsmilde, And is that allxviii(Said he) that thee so sore displeased hath?Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall,Whose freedome shall thee turne to greatest scath.Nath’lesse now quench thy whot emboyling[594]wrath:Loe there they be; to thee I yield them free.Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the pathDid lightly leape, where he them bound did see,And gan to breake the bands of their captiuitee.

Thereat SirGuyonsmilde, And is that allxviii

(Said he) that thee so sore displeased hath?

Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall,

Whose freedome shall thee turne to greatest scath.

Nath’lesse now quench thy whot emboyling[594]wrath:

Loe there they be; to thee I yield them free.

Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the path

Did lightly leape, where he them bound did see,

And gan to breake the bands of their captiuitee.

Soone asOccasionfelt her selfe vntyde,xixBefore her sonne could well assoyled bee,She to her vse returnd, and streight defydeBothGuyonandPyrochles: th’one (said shee[595])Bycause he wonne; the other because heeWas wonne: So matter did she make of nought,To stirre vp strife, and do[596]them disagree:But soone asFurorwas enlargd, she soughtTo kindle his quencht fire, and thousand causes wrought.

Soone asOccasionfelt her selfe vntyde,xix

Before her sonne could well assoyled bee,

She to her vse returnd, and streight defyde

BothGuyonandPyrochles: th’one (said shee[595])

Bycause he wonne; the other because hee

Was wonne: So matter did she make of nought,

To stirre vp strife, and do[596]them disagree:

But soone asFurorwas enlargd, she sought

To kindle his quencht fire, and thousand causes wrought.

It was not long, ere she inflam’d him so,xxThat he would algates withPyrochlesfight,And his redeemer chalengd for his foe,Because he had not well mainteind his right,But yielded had to that same straunger knight:Now ganPyrochleswex as wood, as hee,And him affronted with impatient might:So both together fiers engrasped bee,WhilesGuyonstanding by, their vncouth strife does see.Him all that whileOccasiondid prouokexxiAgainstPyrochles, and new matter framedVpon the old, him stirring to be wrokeOf his late wrongs, in which she oft him blamedFor suffering such abuse, as knighthood shamed,And him dishabled quite. But he was wiseNe would with vaine occasions[597]be inflamed;Yet others she more vrgent did deuise:Yet nothing could him to impatience entise.Their fell contention still increased more,xxiiAnd more thereby increasedFurorsmight,That he his foe has hurt, and wounded sore,And him in bloud and durt deformed quight.His mother eke, more to augment his spight[598],Now brought to him a flaming fire[599]brond,Which she inStygianlake, ay burning bright,[600]Had kindled: that she gaue into his hond,That armd with fire, more hardly he mote him withstond.Tho gan that[601]villein wex so fiers and strong,xxiiiThat nothing might sustaine his furious forse;He cast him downe to ground, and all alongDrew him through durt and myre without remorse,And fowly battered his comely corse,ThatGuyonmuch disdeignd so loathly sight.At last he was compeld to cry perforse,Helpe, O SirGuyon, helpe most noble knight,To rid a wretched man from hands of hellish wight.

It was not long, ere she inflam’d him so,xx

That he would algates withPyrochlesfight,

And his redeemer chalengd for his foe,

Because he had not well mainteind his right,

But yielded had to that same straunger knight:

Now ganPyrochleswex as wood, as hee,

And him affronted with impatient might:

So both together fiers engrasped bee,

WhilesGuyonstanding by, their vncouth strife does see.

Him all that whileOccasiondid prouokexxiAgainstPyrochles, and new matter framedVpon the old, him stirring to be wrokeOf his late wrongs, in which she oft him blamedFor suffering such abuse, as knighthood shamed,And him dishabled quite. But he was wiseNe would with vaine occasions[597]be inflamed;Yet others she more vrgent did deuise:Yet nothing could him to impatience entise.

Him all that whileOccasiondid prouokexxi

AgainstPyrochles, and new matter framed

Vpon the old, him stirring to be wroke

Of his late wrongs, in which she oft him blamed

For suffering such abuse, as knighthood shamed,

And him dishabled quite. But he was wise

Ne would with vaine occasions[597]be inflamed;

Yet others she more vrgent did deuise:

Yet nothing could him to impatience entise.

Their fell contention still increased more,xxiiAnd more thereby increasedFurorsmight,That he his foe has hurt, and wounded sore,And him in bloud and durt deformed quight.His mother eke, more to augment his spight[598],Now brought to him a flaming fire[599]brond,Which she inStygianlake, ay burning bright,[600]Had kindled: that she gaue into his hond,That armd with fire, more hardly he mote him withstond.

Their fell contention still increased more,xxii

And more thereby increasedFurorsmight,

That he his foe has hurt, and wounded sore,

And him in bloud and durt deformed quight.

His mother eke, more to augment his spight[598],

Now brought to him a flaming fire[599]brond,

Which she inStygianlake, ay burning bright,[600]

Had kindled: that she gaue into his hond,

That armd with fire, more hardly he mote him withstond.

Tho gan that[601]villein wex so fiers and strong,xxiiiThat nothing might sustaine his furious forse;He cast him downe to ground, and all alongDrew him through durt and myre without remorse,And fowly battered his comely corse,ThatGuyonmuch disdeignd so loathly sight.At last he was compeld to cry perforse,Helpe, O SirGuyon, helpe most noble knight,To rid a wretched man from hands of hellish wight.

Tho gan that[601]villein wex so fiers and strong,xxiii

That nothing might sustaine his furious forse;

He cast him downe to ground, and all along

Drew him through durt and myre without remorse,

And fowly battered his comely corse,

ThatGuyonmuch disdeignd so loathly sight.

At last he was compeld to cry perforse,

Helpe, O SirGuyon, helpe most noble knight,

To rid a wretched man from hands of hellish wight.

The knight was greatly moued at his plaint,xxivAnd gan him dight to succour his distresse,Till that the Palmer, by his graue restraint,Him stayd from yielding pitifull redresse;And said, Deare sonne, thy causelesse ruth represse,Ne let thy stout hart melt in pitty vayne:He that his sorrow sought through wilfulnesse,And his foe fettred would release agayne,[602]Deserues to tast his follies fruit, repented payne.Guyonobayd; So him away he drewxxvFrom needlesse trouble of renewing fightAlready fought, his voyage to pursew.But rashPyrochlesvarlet,Atinhight,When late he saw his Lord in heauy plight,Vnder SirGuyonspuissaunt stroke to fall,Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight,Fled fast away, to tell his funerallVnto his brother, whomCymochlesmen did call.He was a man of rare redoubted might,xxviFamous throughout the world for warlike prayse,And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight:Full many doughtie knights he in his dayesHad doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes,Whose carkases, for terrour of his name,Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes,And hong their conquered armes for more defameOn gallow trees, in honour of his dearest Dame.His dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse,xxviiThe vileAcrasia, that with vaine delightes,And idle pleasures in her[603]BowreofBlisse,Does charme her louers, and the feeble sprightesCan call out of the bodies of fraile wightes:Whom then she does transforme[604]to monstrous hewes,And horribly misshapes with vgly sightes,Captiu’d eternally in yron mewes,And darksom dens, whereTitanhis face neuer shewes.

The knight was greatly moued at his plaint,xxiv

And gan him dight to succour his distresse,

Till that the Palmer, by his graue restraint,

Him stayd from yielding pitifull redresse;

And said, Deare sonne, thy causelesse ruth represse,

Ne let thy stout hart melt in pitty vayne:

He that his sorrow sought through wilfulnesse,

And his foe fettred would release agayne,[602]

Deserues to tast his follies fruit, repented payne.

Guyonobayd; So him away he drewxxvFrom needlesse trouble of renewing fightAlready fought, his voyage to pursew.But rashPyrochlesvarlet,Atinhight,When late he saw his Lord in heauy plight,Vnder SirGuyonspuissaunt stroke to fall,Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight,Fled fast away, to tell his funerallVnto his brother, whomCymochlesmen did call.

Guyonobayd; So him away he drewxxv

From needlesse trouble of renewing fight

Already fought, his voyage to pursew.

But rashPyrochlesvarlet,Atinhight,

When late he saw his Lord in heauy plight,

Vnder SirGuyonspuissaunt stroke to fall,

Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight,

Fled fast away, to tell his funerall

Vnto his brother, whomCymochlesmen did call.

He was a man of rare redoubted might,xxviFamous throughout the world for warlike prayse,And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight:Full many doughtie knights he in his dayesHad doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes,Whose carkases, for terrour of his name,Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes,And hong their conquered armes for more defameOn gallow trees, in honour of his dearest Dame.

He was a man of rare redoubted might,xxvi

Famous throughout the world for warlike prayse,

And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight:

Full many doughtie knights he in his dayes

Had doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes,

Whose carkases, for terrour of his name,

Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes,

And hong their conquered armes for more defame

On gallow trees, in honour of his dearest Dame.

His dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse,xxviiThe vileAcrasia, that with vaine delightes,And idle pleasures in her[603]BowreofBlisse,Does charme her louers, and the feeble sprightesCan call out of the bodies of fraile wightes:Whom then she does transforme[604]to monstrous hewes,And horribly misshapes with vgly sightes,Captiu’d eternally in yron mewes,And darksom dens, whereTitanhis face neuer shewes.

His dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse,xxvii

The vileAcrasia, that with vaine delightes,

And idle pleasures in her[603]BowreofBlisse,

Does charme her louers, and the feeble sprightes

Can call out of the bodies of fraile wightes:

Whom then she does transforme[604]to monstrous hewes,

And horribly misshapes with vgly sightes,

Captiu’d eternally in yron mewes,

And darksom dens, whereTitanhis face neuer shewes.

ThereAtinfoundCymochlessoiourning,xxviiiTo serue his Lemans loue: for he,[605]by kind,Was giuen all to lust and loose liuing,When euer his fiers hands he free mote find:And now he has pourd out his idle mindIn daintie delices, and lauish ioyes,Hauing his warlike weapons cast behind,And flowes in pleasures, and vaine pleasing toyes,Mingled emongst loose Ladies and lasciuious boyes.And ouer him, art striuing to compairexxixWith nature, did an Arber greene dispred,Framed of wanton Yuie, flouring faire,Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spredHis pricking[606]armes, entrayld with roses red,Which daintie odours round about them threw,And all within with flowres was garnished,That when myldZephyrusemongst them blew,Did breath out bounteous smels, and painted colors shew.And fast beside, there trickled softly downexxxA gentle streame, whose murmuring waue did playEmongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne,To lull him soft a sleepe, that by it lay;The wearie Traueiler, wandring that way,Therein did often quench his thristy heat,And then by it his wearie limbes display,Whiles creeping slomber made him to forgetHis former paine, and wypt away his toylsom sweat.And on the other side a pleasaunt grouexxxiWas shot vp high, full of the stately tree,That dedicated is t’Olympicke Ioue,And to his sonneAlcides, whenas heeGaynd inNemea[607]goodly victoree;Therein the mery birds of euery sortChaunted alowd their chearefull harmonie:And made emongst them selues a sweet consort,That quickned the dull spright with musicall comfort.

ThereAtinfoundCymochlessoiourning,xxviii

To serue his Lemans loue: for he,[605]by kind,

Was giuen all to lust and loose liuing,

When euer his fiers hands he free mote find:

And now he has pourd out his idle mind

In daintie delices, and lauish ioyes,

Hauing his warlike weapons cast behind,

And flowes in pleasures, and vaine pleasing toyes,

Mingled emongst loose Ladies and lasciuious boyes.

And ouer him, art striuing to compairexxixWith nature, did an Arber greene dispred,Framed of wanton Yuie, flouring faire,Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spredHis pricking[606]armes, entrayld with roses red,Which daintie odours round about them threw,And all within with flowres was garnished,That when myldZephyrusemongst them blew,Did breath out bounteous smels, and painted colors shew.

And ouer him, art striuing to compairexxix

With nature, did an Arber greene dispred,

Framed of wanton Yuie, flouring faire,

Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spred

His pricking[606]armes, entrayld with roses red,

Which daintie odours round about them threw,

And all within with flowres was garnished,

That when myldZephyrusemongst them blew,

Did breath out bounteous smels, and painted colors shew.

And fast beside, there trickled softly downexxxA gentle streame, whose murmuring waue did playEmongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne,To lull him soft a sleepe, that by it lay;The wearie Traueiler, wandring that way,Therein did often quench his thristy heat,And then by it his wearie limbes display,Whiles creeping slomber made him to forgetHis former paine, and wypt away his toylsom sweat.

And fast beside, there trickled softly downexxx

A gentle streame, whose murmuring waue did play

Emongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne,

To lull him soft a sleepe, that by it lay;

The wearie Traueiler, wandring that way,

Therein did often quench his thristy heat,

And then by it his wearie limbes display,

Whiles creeping slomber made him to forget

His former paine, and wypt away his toylsom sweat.

And on the other side a pleasaunt grouexxxiWas shot vp high, full of the stately tree,That dedicated is t’Olympicke Ioue,And to his sonneAlcides, whenas heeGaynd inNemea[607]goodly victoree;Therein the mery birds of euery sortChaunted alowd their chearefull harmonie:And made emongst them selues a sweet consort,That quickned the dull spright with musicall comfort.

And on the other side a pleasaunt grouexxxi

Was shot vp high, full of the stately tree,

That dedicated is t’Olympicke Ioue,

And to his sonneAlcides, whenas hee

Gaynd inNemea[607]goodly victoree;

Therein the mery birds of euery sort

Chaunted alowd their chearefull harmonie:

And made emongst them selues a sweet consort,

That quickned the dull spright with musicall comfort.

There he him found all carelesly displayd,xxxiiIn secret shadow from the sunny ray,On a sweet bed of lillies softly layd,Amidst a flocke of Damzels fresh and gay,That round about him dissolute did playTheir wanton follies, and light meriment;Euery of which did loosely disarayHer vpper parts of meet habiliments,And shewd them naked, deckt with many ornaments.And euery of them stroue, with most delights,xxxiiiHim to aggrate, and greatest pleasures shew;Some framd faire lookes, glancing like euening lights,[608]Others sweet words, dropping like honny dew;Some bathed kisses, and did soft embrewThe sugred licour through his melting lips:One boastes her beautie, and does yeeld to vewHer daintie limbes aboue her tender hips;Another her out boastes, and all for tryall strips.He, like an Adder, lurking in the weeds,xxxivHis wandring thought in deepe desire does steepe,And his fraile eye with spoyle of beautie feedes;Sometimes he falsely faines himselfe to sleepe,Whiles through their lids his wanton eies do peepe,To steale a snatch of amorous conceipt[609],Whereby close fire into his heart does creepe:So, them[610]deceiues, deceiu’d in his deceipt,Made drunke with drugs of deare voluptuous receipt.Atinarriuing there, when him he spide,xxxvThus in still waues of deepe delight to wade,Fiercely approching, to him lowdly cride,Cymochles; oh no, butCymochlesshade,In which that manly person late did fade,What is become of greatAcratessonne?Or where hath he hong vp his mortall blade,That hath so many haughtie conquests wonne?Is all his force forlorne, and all his glory donne?

There he him found all carelesly displayd,xxxii

In secret shadow from the sunny ray,

On a sweet bed of lillies softly layd,

Amidst a flocke of Damzels fresh and gay,

That round about him dissolute did play

Their wanton follies, and light meriment;

Euery of which did loosely disaray

Her vpper parts of meet habiliments,

And shewd them naked, deckt with many ornaments.

And euery of them stroue, with most delights,xxxiiiHim to aggrate, and greatest pleasures shew;Some framd faire lookes, glancing like euening lights,[608]Others sweet words, dropping like honny dew;Some bathed kisses, and did soft embrewThe sugred licour through his melting lips:One boastes her beautie, and does yeeld to vewHer daintie limbes aboue her tender hips;Another her out boastes, and all for tryall strips.

And euery of them stroue, with most delights,xxxiii

Him to aggrate, and greatest pleasures shew;

Some framd faire lookes, glancing like euening lights,[608]

Others sweet words, dropping like honny dew;

Some bathed kisses, and did soft embrew

The sugred licour through his melting lips:

One boastes her beautie, and does yeeld to vew

Her daintie limbes aboue her tender hips;

Another her out boastes, and all for tryall strips.

He, like an Adder, lurking in the weeds,xxxivHis wandring thought in deepe desire does steepe,And his fraile eye with spoyle of beautie feedes;Sometimes he falsely faines himselfe to sleepe,Whiles through their lids his wanton eies do peepe,To steale a snatch of amorous conceipt[609],Whereby close fire into his heart does creepe:So, them[610]deceiues, deceiu’d in his deceipt,Made drunke with drugs of deare voluptuous receipt.

He, like an Adder, lurking in the weeds,xxxiv

His wandring thought in deepe desire does steepe,

And his fraile eye with spoyle of beautie feedes;

Sometimes he falsely faines himselfe to sleepe,

Whiles through their lids his wanton eies do peepe,

To steale a snatch of amorous conceipt[609],

Whereby close fire into his heart does creepe:

So, them[610]deceiues, deceiu’d in his deceipt,

Made drunke with drugs of deare voluptuous receipt.

Atinarriuing there, when him he spide,xxxvThus in still waues of deepe delight to wade,Fiercely approching, to him lowdly cride,Cymochles; oh no, butCymochlesshade,In which that manly person late did fade,What is become of greatAcratessonne?Or where hath he hong vp his mortall blade,That hath so many haughtie conquests wonne?Is all his force forlorne, and all his glory donne?

Atinarriuing there, when him he spide,xxxv

Thus in still waues of deepe delight to wade,

Fiercely approching, to him lowdly cride,

Cymochles; oh no, butCymochlesshade,

In which that manly person late did fade,

What is become of greatAcratessonne?

Or where hath he hong vp his mortall blade,

That hath so many haughtie conquests wonne?

Is all his force forlorne, and all his glory donne?

Then pricking him with his sharpe-pointed dart,xxxviHe said; Vp,[611]vp, thou womanish weake knight,That here in Ladies lap entombed art,Vnmindfull of thy praise and prowest might,And weetlesse eke of lately wrought despight,Whiles sadPyrochleslies on senselesse ground,And groneth out his vtmost grudging spright,Through many a stroke, and many a streaming wound,Calling thy helpe in vaine, that here in ioyes art dround.Suddeinly out of his delightfull dreamexxxviiThe man awoke, and would haue questiond more;But he would not endure that wofull theameFor to dilate at large, but vrged soreWith percing words, and pittifull implore,Him hastie to arise. As one affrightWith hellish feends, orFuriesmad vprore,He then vprose, inflam’d with fell despight,And called for his armes; for he would algates fight.They bene ybrought; he quickly does him dight,xxxviiiAnd lightly mounted, passeth on his way,Ne Ladies loues, ne sweete entreaties mightAppease his heat, or hastie passage stay;For he has vowd, to beene aueng’d that day,(That day it selfe him seemed all too long:)On him, that didPyrochlesdeare dismay:So proudly pricketh on his courser strong,AndAtinaie him pricks with spurs of shame and wrong.

Then pricking him with his sharpe-pointed dart,xxxvi

He said; Vp,[611]vp, thou womanish weake knight,

That here in Ladies lap entombed art,

Vnmindfull of thy praise and prowest might,

And weetlesse eke of lately wrought despight,

Whiles sadPyrochleslies on senselesse ground,

And groneth out his vtmost grudging spright,

Through many a stroke, and many a streaming wound,

Calling thy helpe in vaine, that here in ioyes art dround.

Suddeinly out of his delightfull dreamexxxviiThe man awoke, and would haue questiond more;But he would not endure that wofull theameFor to dilate at large, but vrged soreWith percing words, and pittifull implore,Him hastie to arise. As one affrightWith hellish feends, orFuriesmad vprore,He then vprose, inflam’d with fell despight,And called for his armes; for he would algates fight.

Suddeinly out of his delightfull dreamexxxvii

The man awoke, and would haue questiond more;

But he would not endure that wofull theame

For to dilate at large, but vrged sore

With percing words, and pittifull implore,

Him hastie to arise. As one affright

With hellish feends, orFuriesmad vprore,

He then vprose, inflam’d with fell despight,

And called for his armes; for he would algates fight.

They bene ybrought; he quickly does him dight,xxxviiiAnd lightly mounted, passeth on his way,Ne Ladies loues, ne sweete entreaties mightAppease his heat, or hastie passage stay;For he has vowd, to beene aueng’d that day,(That day it selfe him seemed all too long:)On him, that didPyrochlesdeare dismay:So proudly pricketh on his courser strong,AndAtinaie him pricks with spurs of shame and wrong.

They bene ybrought; he quickly does him dight,xxxviii

And lightly mounted, passeth on his way,

Ne Ladies loues, ne sweete entreaties might

Appease his heat, or hastie passage stay;

For he has vowd, to beene aueng’d that day,

(That day it selfe him seemed all too long:)

On him, that didPyrochlesdeare dismay:

So proudly pricketh on his courser strong,

AndAtinaie him pricks with spurs of shame and wrong.

FOOTNOTES:[580]Arg. 2vnbinds:]vnbinds1596:vntyes,1590[581]3, 4as in 1596(exceptAttin Gymochles1596):Who him sore wounds, whiles Atin to Gymochles for ayd flyes.1590[582]iii 2 chaffer1609[583]iv 5 sell1590,1596[584]v 9 doe me not much fayl1590[585]viii 7 hurtle] hurle,1596: hurlen1609[586]warlike] warelike1596[587]x 7 enimye1590: enimies1596[588]8 relast1596[589]xii 8 by] butconj. ed.[590]xv 3 atchieu’d1590 &c.[591]9 who selfe] whose selfe1609[592]xvi 8 a read,1596[593]xvii 8 occasion1590: Occasion1596[594]xviii 5 embayling1590:corr. F. E.[595]xix 4 shee] hee1590,1596[596]7 do] garre1590[597]xxi 7 occasion1609[598]xxii 5 spight] spright1609[599]6 fyer1590: fier1609[600]7 bright1590,1596[601]xxiii 1that]the1609[602]xxiv 8 agayne.1596[603]xxvii 3 her] his1596[604]6 trasforme1590[605]xxviii 2 he,] he1590,1596[606]xxix 5 pricking] prickling1590[607]xxxi 5 Gaynd inNemea] InNetmusgayned1590:NemusF. E.[608]xxxiii 3 lights1596[609]xxxiv 6 conceit1609[610]8 So, he them1590,1596[611]xxxvi 2 Vp,] vp,1590,1596

[580]Arg. 2vnbinds:]vnbinds1596:vntyes,1590

[581]3, 4as in 1596(exceptAttin Gymochles1596):Who him sore wounds, whiles Atin to Gymochles for ayd flyes.1590

[582]iii 2 chaffer1609

[583]iv 5 sell1590,1596

[584]v 9 doe me not much fayl1590

[585]viii 7 hurtle] hurle,1596: hurlen1609

[586]warlike] warelike1596

[587]x 7 enimye1590: enimies1596

[588]8 relast1596

[589]xii 8 by] butconj. ed.

[590]xv 3 atchieu’d1590 &c.

[591]9 who selfe] whose selfe1609

[592]xvi 8 a read,1596

[593]xvii 8 occasion1590: Occasion1596

[594]xviii 5 embayling1590:corr. F. E.

[595]xix 4 shee] hee1590,1596

[596]7 do] garre1590

[597]xxi 7 occasion1609

[598]xxii 5 spight] spright1609

[599]6 fyer1590: fier1609

[600]7 bright1590,1596

[601]xxiii 1that]the1609

[602]xxiv 8 agayne.1596

[603]xxvii 3 her] his1596

[604]6 trasforme1590

[605]xxviii 2 he,] he1590,1596

[606]xxix 5 pricking] prickling1590

[607]xxxi 5 Gaynd inNemea] InNetmusgayned1590:NemusF. E.

[608]xxxiii 3 lights1596

[609]xxxiv 6 conceit1609

[610]8 So, he them1590,1596

[611]xxxvi 2 Vp,] vp,1590,1596

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