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But lightly Munned it, and palling by, His stedfast life, and all his actions frame,
With his bright blade did smite at him so fell, Trust me, shall find no greater enimy
That the sharpe steele arriving forcibly Than fubborne perturbation to the same, On his broad ihield bite not, but glauncing fell, To which right well the wise doe give that On his horse necke before the quilted fell,
And from the head the body fundred quight : For it the goodly peace of staied mindes
So him dismounted low he did compell Docs overthrow, and troublous warre proclaim; On foot with him to matchen equall fight; His owne woes author, whoso bound it findes, The truncked beast fast bleeding did him fowly As did Pyrochles, and it wilfully unbindes,
After that varlet's flight, it was not long
Sore bruzed with the fall, he slow upro fe,
Approching nigh, he never said to greete,
That broke the violence of his intent,
That n ade him reele, and to his breft his bover
“ Ne deeme thy force, by Fortune's doome uniuk, Exceeding wroth was Guyon at that blow, “ That hath (maugre her spight) thus low me And much alhan'd that stroke of living arme
" laid in duit." Should him dismay, and made him stoup so low, Though otherwise it did him litle harme: Eitsonnes his cruel hand Sir Guyon ftayd, Tho' hurling high his yron-braced arme, Tempring the paflion with advizement flow, He (mote so manly on his shoulder-plate,
And maistring might on enimy dismaydi, That all his lefte lide it did quite difarme; For th' equall die of warre he well did know; Yet there the iteelc ftayd not, but inly bate Then to him said, “ Live, and allegeaunce owe Deepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red flood “ To him that gives thee life and liberty, gate.
“ And henceforch by. this daies enfanıple trow,
“ That hasty wroth and hecdlclie hazardry Deadly dismayd with horror of that dint “ Doe breede repentaunce late and lasting infumy." Pyrochies was, and grieved eke entyre; Yet gathemore did iż lis fury stints
So up he let him rise; who with grim looke But added flame unto his former fire,
And count'naunce sterne upitanding, gan to grind That wel-nigh molt his hart in raging yre : His grated teeth for great (lisdeigne, and thooke Ne theaceforth his approved skill, to ward, His fandy lockes, long hanging downe behind, Or strike, or hurtle rownd in warlike gyre, Knotted in blood and dait, for grief of mind Remembred he, pe car'd for his faufgard, That he in ods of armes was conquered; Bu: rudely rag'd, and like a cruel tygre far'd. Yet in himselfe fone comfors he did find,
That him so noble knight had madered, He hend, and lasht, and foynd, and thondred Whose bounty more then night, yet both, he blowes,
wondered. And every way did fecke into his life; Ne plate, ne male, could ward sa mighty throwes, which Guyon marking, said, “Be nought agriev'd, But yielded passage to his cruell knite :
“ Sir knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre; But Guyon, in the hcat of all his trile,
“ Was never man who most conquestes atchiev'd, Was wary wise, and closely did awaye
16 But sometimes had the worse, and lost by warte, Aravntage, whileft his foe did rage most rife; “ Yet ihortly gaynd that lose exceeded farre : Somctimes athwart, sometimes he strooke him “ Loise is no shanie, nor to be lele then ioe; strayt,
« But to bec leffer then himselfo doth marre And falled oft his blowes t'illude him with such “ Both louters lott and victours prayse alsoe : bayt.
« Vaine others overthrowes who felle doth over
throw. Like as a lyon, whose imperiall powrc A proud rebellious unicorn defyes,
Fly, 0 Pyrochles! fiy the dreadful warre Tavoid the ralh assault ani wrathful stowre " That in thyfeifc thy lesser partes doc move; of his fiers foe, him to a tree applyes,
Outrageous arger, and woe-working iarre, And when him ronning in full course he spyes, “ Dirctull impatience, and hart-nurdring love : He slips aside ; the whiles that furious beatt “ Those, those thy foes, those warriours far reHis precious horne, fought of his enimyes Strikes in the stock, ne thence can be releast, “ Which thce to endlene bale captived leci : But to the mighty victor yields a bounteous feat. “ But fith in might chou didst my mery prove,
" Of courtele co mee the cause aread With such faire sleight him Guyon often fayld, “ That thee agaios me drew with so impetuous Till at the last all breathlesie, weary, faint,
“ dread." Him spying, with fresh onsett he allayld, And kindling new his corage, seeming queint, Drcadleffe," said he, “ that shall I soone dcclare. Strooke him so hugely, that through great con “ It was complaind that thou hadit done great
straint He made him stoup perforce unto his knee, “ Unto an aged woman, poore and bare, And doe unwilling worship to the faint
“ And thralled her in chaines with strong fort, That on his fhield depainted he did fee;
" Voice of all succour and needful comfort : Such homage till that inslant never learned hee. “ That ill btfeenies thee, such as I thee see,
“ To worke such fame : therefore I thee exhort Whom Guyon seeing stoup, poursewed fast “ To chaunge thy will, and set (ccafion free. The present offer of faire vict ry,
" And to her captive funne yield his firsi libertce.” And soone his dreadfull blade about he caft, Wherewith he smøte his haughty cref so hye, Therrat Sir Guyon smylde. “And is that all,” That freight on grownd made him full low to lye. Said he, “ that thee so sore displeased hath ? Then on his breft his victor foote he thrust; “ Great mercy, flire, for to enlarge a thrall, With that he cryde, “ Mercy! due me not dye, " Whose freedom thall thee turne to grcatat
“ Nath'lesse now quench thy whott emboyling Him fayd from yielding pitifull redreffe, " wrath
And said, “ Deare fonne ! thy causelesse ruth « Loe there they bee; to thee l yield them frec." “ represe, Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the path “ Ne let thy ltout hart melt in pitty vayne : Did lightly leap, where he them bound did see, “ He that his sorrow fought through wilfullnesse, And gan to breake the bands of their captivitee.
“ And his foe fertred would relcase agayne,
“ Deserves to taste his follies frust, repented Soone as Occasion felt herselfe untyd,
payne.” Before her fonne could well asToyled bee, She to her ufe returnd, and streight defyde Guyon obayd; so him away he drew Both Guyon and Pyrochles: th' one (faid shee) From needlefie trouble of renewing fight Because he wonnge; the other because hec Already fought, his voyage to poursew : Was wonne: fo matter did she make of nought But rash Pyrochles' varlett, Atin hight, To stirre up ftrife, and garre them disagree : When late he saw his lord in heavie plight But soone as Furor was enlargd, she fought Under Sir Guyon's puissaunt ftroke to fall, To kindle his quencht fyre, and thousand causes Him dee ming dead, as then he seemd in fight, wrought.
Fledd faft away, to tell his funerall
Unto his brother, whom Chymochles men did It was not long ere she inflam'd him fo,'
call. That he would algates with Pyrocbles fight, And his redeemer chalengd for his foc,
He was a man of rare redoubted might, Because he had not well maintaind his right, Famous throughout the world for warlike prayse, But yielded had to that same ftraunger knight. And gloriors Ipoyles, purchaft in perilous fight: Now gan Pyrochles wex as wood as hec, Full many doughtie knightes he in his daycs And him affronted with impatient might;
Had doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes, So both ingether fiers engrasped bee,
Whose car kases, for terrour of his name, Whyles Guyon standing by their uncouth strife of fowles and beaftes he made the piteous prayes, does fee.
And hong their conquerd armes, for more defame
On gallow-trees, in honour of his deareft dame. Him all that while Occasion did provoke Against Pyrochles, and new matier fram'd His deareft dame is that enchauntresse, Upon the old, him stirring to bee wroke
The vyle Acrafia, that with vaine delightes Of his late wronges, in which she oft him blam'd And ydle pleasures, in her Bowre of Blisse, For suffering such abuse as knighthood sham'd, Does charme her lovers, and the feeble sprightes And him disabled quyte : but he was wise,
Can call out of the bodies of fraile wightes; Ne would with vaine occasions be inflam'd;
Whom then she does transformie to monttrous Yct others she more urgent did devise;
hewes, Yet nothing could him to impatience entise. And horribly misshapes with ugly fightes,
Captiv'd eternally in yron mewcs, Their fell contention still increased more,
And darksom dens,, wheic Titan his face never And more thereby increased Furor's mighe,
thewes. That he his foe liahurt and wounded fore,
XXVI11. And him in blood and durt deformed quight.
There Atin fownd Cymochles soiourning, His mother eke, more to augment his spight,
To lerve his leman's love ; for he by kynd Now brought to him a flaining fyer brond, Was given all to lust and loose living, Which she in Stygian lake, ay burping bright,
Whenever his fiers handes he free mote fyndi Had kindled; that the gave into his hond,
And now he l'as pourd out his ydle mynd That armd with fire more hardly he more him
In daintie delices and lavish joyes, withstond.
Having his warlike weapons caft behynd,
And dowes in pleasures and vaine pleasing toyes, 'Tho gan that villein wex fo fiers and frong, Mingied emongst loose ladies and lascivious That nothing might sustaine his furious forte;
boyes. He cast him downe to ground, and all along Drew him through durt and myre without remorse,
And over him Art stryving to compayre And fowly battered his comely corfe,
With Nature did an arber greene dispred, That Guyon inuch disdeignd fo loathly fight.
Framed of wanton yvie, flouring fayre, At last he was compellid to cry perforse,
Through which the fragrant eglantinc did spred Fielp, o Sir Gayon! helpe, most noble knight, His prickling arnies, entrayld with roses sed, “ To rid a wretched man from hands of hellish
Which daintie odours round about them threw; “ wight."
And all within with flowres was garnished,
That when myld Zephyrus emongst them blow, The knight was grea:ly mosed at his playnt,
Did breath oui bounteous mels, and paintcü coluse And gant him dight to succour his distresse, Till that the palmer, by his grave refrayrt,
Whiles through their lids his wanton eies do peepe And fast beside their trickled softly downe To steale a snatch of amorous conceipt, A gentle streame, whose murmuring wave did Whereby close fire into his hart does creepe : play
So he then deceives, deceivd in his deceipt, Emongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne, Made dronke with drugs of deare voluptuous To loll him loft alleepe that by it lay :
receipt. The wcarie traveiler, wandring that way, Therein did often quench his thirty heat, Atin arriving there, when him he spyde And then by it his wearie limbes display, Thus in still waves of decpe delight to wade, Whiles creeping flombre made him to forget Fiercely approching to hini, lowdly cryde, His former payne, and wypt away his toilfom “ Cymochles! oh no! but Cymochles' fhade, sweat.
" In which that manly perfon late did fade:
“ What is become of great Acrates sonne ? And on the other syde a pleasaunt grove “ Or where hath he hong up his morcall blade, Was snott up high, full of the stately tree “ That hath so many haughty conquestes wonde! That dedicated is t'Olympick love,
“ Is all his force forlorne, and all his glory donne? And to his sonde Alcides, whenas hee In Nemus gayned goodly victoree :
Then pricking him with his sharpe-pointed dart, Therein the merry birdes of every forte
He said, “ Up, up, thou womanish wcake knight! Chaunted alowd their chearfull harmonee, " That here in ladies lap entombed art, And made cmongst themselves a sweete confort, "Unmindfull of thy praise and prowest might, That quickned the dull spright with musical “ And weetlefse cke of lately-wrought despight; comfort.
" Whiles sad Pyrochles lies on senceleffe ground,
“ And groneth out his utmost grudging (pright There he him found all carelelly displaid, “ Thro' many a stroke and many a streaming In secrete shadow from the sunny ray,
" wound, On a sweet bed of lillies softly laid,
“ Calling thy help in vaine that here ioyes art Amidit a flock of damzelles fresh and gay,
The man awoke, and would have questiond more; Her upper partes of meet babiliments,
But he would not endure that wofull theame And shewd them eaked, deckt with many orna For to dilate at large, but urged fore ments.
With percing wordes and pittifull implore
Him hasty to arise : as one affright And every of them (trove with most delights With hellish fcends, or furies mad uprore, Him to aggrate, and greatest pleasures ihew : He then nprofe, inflamd with fell despight, Seme framd faire lookes, glancing like evcuing And called for his armes, for he would algates lights,
fight, Others sweet wordes, dropping like honny dew; Some bathed kifies, and did soft imbrew
They bene ybrought, he quickly does him dight, The sugred licour through his meltirig lips; And lightly mounted paffeth on his way: One boaftes her beautie, and Joes yield to vew Ne ladies loves, ne sweete entreaties, might Her dain ie limbes above her tender hips; Appcase his heat, or hafty passage stay; Another her oui-boastes, and all for tryall strips. For he has vowd to beene avengd chat day
(That day itselfe him seemed all too long) He, like an adder lurking in the weedes,
On him that did Pyrochles deare dismay. His wandring thought in deepe defire does steepe, So proudly pricketh on his courser strong, And his frayle eye with spoyle of beautie fcedes ; And Atin ay him pricks with spurs of thame and $ metimes he fairely faines liiml-le to sleepe,
THE FAERY QUEEN E.
CAN TO VI.
Gugon is of immodeft Merth,
A HARDER lesson to learn continence
Which when far off, Cymothles heard and law, In joyous pleasure then in grievous paine; He lowdly cald to such as were abord For sweetnessc doth allure the weaker sence The little barke, unto the shore to draw, So strongly, that uncaches it can refraine And him to ferry over that deepe ford: From that which feeble nature covers faine ; The merry mariner unto his word
[way But griese and wrath, that be her enemies Soone hearkned, and her painted boate straightAnd foes of life, shc better can restraine : Turned to the shore, where that same warlike lord Yet vertue vauntes in both her victories,
She in receiv'd; but Atin by no way And Guyon in them all thewes goodly maysteries. She would admit, albe the knight her much did
Withouten oare or pilot it to guide,
It cut away upon the yielding wave ;
And both from rocks and flats itselfe could wisely And therein sate a lady fresh and fayre,
fave, Making sweete solace to herselfe alone; Sometimes she song as loud as larke in ayre, And all the way the wanton damsel found Sonietimes she laught, that nigh her breath was New merth her passenger to entertaine; gone;
For she in pleasaunt purpose did abound, Yet was there not with her else any one, And greatly ioyed merry tales en fayne, That to her might move cause of merriment; Of which a store-house did with her semaine, Matter of merth enough, though there were Yet seemed nothing well they her became;
For all her wordes she drownd with laughter vaine, She could devise, and thousand waies invent And wanted grace in utt'ring of the same, To fecle her foolish humour and vaine colliment. That turned ali her p!eafrunce to a feeling game.