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Nor arborett with painted blossoms drest, And other whiles vaine toyes she would devise And smelling sweete, but shere it might be fownd As her fantafticke wit did most delight :
To bud out faire, and throw her sweete smells al Sometimes her head she fondly would aguize
arownd. With gaudy girlonds, or fresh flowrets dight Abou her necke, or rings of rushes plight : No tree, whose braunches did not bravely spring; Sometimes to do him laugh, she would assay No branch, whereon a fine bird did not fite; To Laugh at shaking of the leaves light,
No bird, but did her shrill notes (weetely sing; Or to behold the water worke and play
No song, but did containe a lovely ditt. About her litle frigot, therein making way. Trees, braunches, birds, and songes, were fram
ed fitt Her light behaviour and loose dalliaunce
For to allure fraile mind to carelesse ease. Gave wondrous great contentment to the knight, Carclefse the man for woxe, and his weake witt That of his way he had no foveriaunce
Was overcome of thing that did him please : Nor care of vow'd revenge and cruell fight, So pleased, did his wrathfull purpose faire apBut to weake wench did yield his martiall might: pease. So casie was to quench his famed minde
xiv. With one sweete drop of sensual delight; Thus when shee had his eyes and fences fed So eafie is t'appease the stormy winde
With fa!fe delights, and fild with pleasures vayn, of malice in the calme of pleasaunt woman Into a lady dale she soft him led, kind.
And layd him downe upon a graffy playn,
And her fwecte felfe, without dread or disdayn, Diverse discourses in their way they spent ; She sett beside, laying his head Jifarmd Nongit which Cynochles of her questioned In her loose lap, it foftly to sustayn, Boh what the was, and what that usage ment, Where soone he llombred, fearing not be harmd; Which in her cott lhe daily practiced ?
The whiles with a love-lay the thus him sweetly Vaine man!" faid she, " that wouldeft be
charmd : * reckoned " A fraunger in thy home, and ignoraunt “ Behold, O man! that toilesome paines doeft * Of Phædria (for so my name is red) " Of Phædria, thine own fellow-ser vaunt; “ The flowres, the fields, and all that pleasaunt " For thou to serve Acrafia thyselfe doeft vaunt.
“ How they themselves doe thine ensample make, " In this wide inland sea, that hight by name “ Whiles nothing envious Nature them forth The Idle Lake, my wandring ship 1 row,
“ throwes * That knowes her port, and thether fagles by “ Out of her fruitful lap: how no man knowes ayme,
“ They spring, they bud, they blossom fresh and “ Ne care ne feare I how the wind do blow,
[shows; " Or whether swift I wend or whether flow : « And decke the world with their rich pompous " Both flow and swile alike do serve my tourne : " Yet no man for them taketh pains or care, " Ne swelling Neptune, ne loud-thundring love, “ Yet no man to them can his carefull paines " Can chaunge my cheare, or make me ever
" compare. mourne ; • My litle brat can safely passe this perilous “ The lilly, lady of the Howring field, « bourne.
“ The flowre-deluce, her lovely paramoure,
“ Bid thee to them thy fruitlese labours yield, Whiles thus she talked, and whiles thus she “ And soone leave off this toyllome weary ftoure, toyd,
“ Loe, loe! how brave the decks her bounteous They were far paft the passage which he spake,
« boure, And come onto an island waste and voyd, “ With filken curtens and gold coverletts, Tha floted in the midt of that great lake; “ Therein to throwd her sumptuous belamoure; There her small gondelay her port did make, " Yet nether spinnes nor cards, ne cares nor And that gay payre aflewing on the shore
“ fretts, Dilburdned her : their way they forward take “ But to her mother Nature all her care she letts. Into the land that lay them faire before, Whose pleafaunce the him thewd, and plentifull “ Why then doeft thou, o Man, that of them a l great store.
“ Art lord, and eke of Nature soveraine,
“ Wilfully make thyselfe a wretched thrall, It was a chofen plott of fertile land,
“ And waste thy joyous howres in needlesse Emongst wide waves set like a little nest, As it it had by Nature's conning hand
“ Sceking for daunger and adventure vaine ? Bene choycely picked out from all the rest, “ What bootes it al to have and nothing use? And laid forth for ensample of the best : “ Who fhall him rew that, swimming in the No dairty flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, "maine,
“ Will die for thrift, "and water doth refufe ? “ But here a while ye may in safety rele * Refuse such fruitlesfe toile and present plea « Till seafon ferve new passage to assay ? “ sures chuse."
“ Better safe port, shen be in leas diftreft."
Therewith the laught, and did her earnest er By this she had him lulled fast asleepe,
Himselfe appease, and islewd forth on shore; So she him lefte, and did herselfe betake
The ioyes whereof, and happy fruitfulneffe, Unto her boat again, with which she clefte Such as he saw, she gan him lay before, The flouthful wave of that great griefly lake; And all though pleafaunt, yet the made mo Soone shee that island far behind her lefte, And now is come to that same place where first The fields did laugh, the flowres did freshly sprin fhe weste.
The trees dit bud, and early blossomes bore,
And all the quire of birds did sweetly fing, By this time was the worthy Guyon brought And told the gardin's pleasures in their caroling Unto the other side of that wide strond Where she was rowing, and for passage fought : And the, more sweete than any bird on bough, Him needed not long call ; she foone to hond Would oftentimes emongst them beare a part, Her ferry brought, where him she byding fond And ftrive to passe (as she could well enough) With his fad guide : himselfe fe tooke aboord, Their native muficke by her skilful art : But the blacke palmer suffred ftill to stond, So did the all, that might his constant hart Ne would for price or prayers once affoord Withdraw from thought of warlike enterprize, To ferry that old man over the perlous foord. And drowne in diffolute delights apart,
Where noise of armes, or view of martiali gui Guyon was loath to leave his guide behind, Might not revive desire of nightly exercize. Yer being enired might not backe retgre; For the flitt barke obeying to her mind,
But he was wise, and wary of her will, Forth launched quickly, as she did defire,
And ever held his hand upon his hart; Ne gave him leave to bid that aged fire
Yet would not secme so rude and thewed ül, Adieu, but nimbly ran her wonted course As to despise so courteous seeming part, Through the dull billowes, thicke as troubled That gentle lady did to him impart ; mire,
But fairly tempring, fond desire fubdewd, Whom nether wind out of their seatt could forse, And ever her desired to depart; Nor timely tides did drive out of their fluggith She lift not heare, but her difports poursewd, sourse.
And ever bad him stay till time the side reden
And now by this Cymochles' howre was fpcut,
“ Faire Sir!" quoth she, “ be not displeas'd at all;
And there-withall he fierly at him few,
Their mightie frokes their haberieons dismayld,
The famous name of Knighthood fouly shend;
“ The mightie martiall handes doe most com.
“ mend; Cynockles, that had never mett before
“ Of love they ever greater glory bore So pusiaunt foe, with envious despight
“ Then of their armes : Mars is Cupidoes frend His pead more presumed force encreased, “ And is for Venus' loves renowmed more Dáleiguing to bee held so long in fight.
“ Then all his wars and spoiles the which he did 6: Geyon, grudging not so much his might,
" of yore." As those anknightly raylinges which he spoke, Wish wrathfull fire his corage kindled bright, Therewith the sweetly fmyl'd. They, though full Thercof devising Thortly to be wroke,
bent, And doubling all his powres, redoubled every To prove extremities of bloody fight, froke.
Yet at her speach their rages gan relent,
And calme the sea of their tempestuous spight: Both of them high attonce their hands enhaunft, Such powre have plealing wordes : such is the Aad both attonce their huge blowes downe did might fway :
Of courteous clemency in gentle hart. Cymechles' sword on Guyon's shield yglaunst, Now after alt was ceast, the Faery Knight And thereof nigh one quarter sheard away :
Befought that damzell suffer him depart, But Guyon's angry blade fo fiers did play And yield him ready passage to that other part. Oa th' other's helmet, which, as Titan shone, That quite it clove his plunıcd crest tway,
She no leffe glad then he desirous was And bared all his head into the bone,
Of his departure thence ; for of her ioy
A foe of folly and immodest toy,
Still folemne sad, or ftill disdainfull coy, still as he food, fayre Phædria (that beheld Delighting all in armes and cruell warre, That deadly daunger) soone at weene them ran,
That her sweet peace and pleasures did annoy, And at their feete herfelfe moft humbly feld,
Troubled with terrour and unquiet iarre, Crying with pitteous voyce and count’nance wan, That the well pleased was thence to amove him Ah! well away! most noble Lords, how can
farre. Your cruell eyes endure fo pitteous fighe
XXXVIII. * To fhed your lives on ground? wo worth the Tho him she brought abord, and her swift bote
Forthwith dirccted to that further strand, * That first did teach the cursed steele to bight That which on the dull waves did lightly flote, la his own flesh, and make way to the living and foone arrived on the shallow fand,
Where gladsome Guyon failed forth to land,
And to that damsell thankes gave for reward : If ever love of lady did empierce.
Upon that shore he espied Atin stand, * Your yron breftes, or pettie could find place, There by his maister left, when late he far'd Withhold your bloody handes from battaill In Phædria's flitt barck over that perlous hard. And fith for me ye fight, to me this grace Well could he him remember, fith of late Both yield, to stay your deadly stryfe aspace." He with Pyrochles Tharp debatement made; They ftayd a while, and forth thee gan proceede; Streight gan he him revyle, and bitter rate, " Moft wretched woman, and of wicked race, As thepheardes curre, that in darke eveninges * Thzt am the authour of this hainous dced,
shade And cause of death between two doughtie Hath traded forth some faivage beastes trade: " knights do breed
“ Vile Mifcrcaune !” said he, “ whether dost thou
(invade? Bet if for me ye fighe, or me will serve, “ The shame and death, which will thee soone Not this rude kind of batraill, nor these armes “ What coward hand thall doe thee next to dye, Are meet, the which doe men in bale to fterve, “ That are thus fowly fled from famous enimy ?". And doolefull sorrow heape with deadly harmes: Such cruell game my scarmoges disarmes. With that he stifly shooke his steel-head dart; Another warre and other weapons ?
But sober Guyon hearing him so rayle, Doe love, where love does give his sweete Though somewhat moved in his mightie hart,
Yet with strong reason majítred passion fraile, Without bloodthed, and where the enimy And palled fayrely forth : he turning taile * Dses yield unto his fce a pleasuunt victory. Backe to the itrond retyrd, and there still stayd,
Awaiting poflage, which him late did faile; That every weighty thing they did upbeare,
The other both from drowning for to save, His forlorne feed from him the victour wan : Lo, to that shore one in an auncient gowne, He seemed breathlesse, hartlesse, faint and wan; Whose hoary locks great graviie did crowne, And all his armour sprinkled was with blood, Holding in hand a goodly arming sword, And foy!d with durtie gore, that no man can By fortune came, ledd with the troublous sowne, Difcerre the new thereof : he never stood, Where drenched deepe he fowrd in that dull ford But bent his haftie course towardes the Ydle flood. The carefull forvaunt Iryving with his raging XLI.
lord. The varlet saw when to the flood he came, How without flop or fay he fiersly lopt,
Him Atin spying, knew right well of yore, And deepe himselfe beducked in the same,
And lowdly cald, “ Help, helpe, U Archimage! That in the lake his loftie ercft was stept, “ To fave my lord, in wretched plight forlore; Ke of his fafetie seenied care he kept;
Helpe with tiny hand or with thy counfell fage: But with his raging armes he rudely flasht “ Weake handes, but countell is moft strong in The waves about, and all his arniour swept, That all the blood and filth away was washt; Him, when the old man faw, he woundred forc Yet till he bet the water, and the billowes daiht. To sec Pyrochles there so rudely rage;
Yet fithens helpc he saw he needed more Atin drew nigh to weet what it mote bee, Then pitty, he in hafte approached to the shore ; For much he wondred at that uncouch fight : Whom should he but his own deare lord there And cald, “ Pyrochles! what is this I see? sce?
“ Whac hellith fury hath at earst thee hent? His owne deare lord Pyrochles, in sad plight, " Furious ever I thee knew to bee, Ready to drowne himselfe for tell despight; “ Yet never in this straunge astonishment." “ Harrow now out, and well away!" he cryde, « These flames, these flames," he cryde,
u doc “ What dismall day hath lent this cursed light,
me torment.” “ To see my Lord so deedly damnifyde?
“ What Alames,” quoth he," when I thce pre4. Pyrochles, O Pyrochles! what is thee betyde ?" “ lent fee
“ In daunger rather to be drept then brent ?" " I burne, 1 burne, I burne," then lowde he cryde, “ Harrow! the flames which me consume," said " ( how í burne with implacable fyre !
(bee. " Yet nought can quench mine inly flaming syde, “ Ne can be quencht, within my secret bowelles " Nor lea of licour cold, nor lake of myrc; « Nothing but death can doe me to respyre.” " That cursed man, that cruel feend of hell, “ Ah! be it,” said he, “ from Pyrochles farre, “ Furor, oh: Furor has me thus bedight; “ After pursewing death once to requyre, “ His deadly woundes within my livers (well, “ Or think that ought those puissanc hands may " And his whott fyre burnes in mine entralles
bright, « Deathe is for wretches borne under unhappy “ Kindled through his infernall brond of spight, “ Itarre.”
" Sith late with him I batteill vaine would boaste;
“ That now I weene love's dreaded thunderlight: “ Peraye, then is it fitt for me," said he,
“ Does fcorch not halfe so fore, nor damnce “ 'l hat am, I weene, most wretched man alive;
“ ghofte " Burning in flames, yet no fames can I see, “ In fiaming Phlegeton does not so felly roste." “ And dying dayly, dayly yet revive. “ O Ativ! helpe to me laft death to give.” Which when as Archimage heard, his griefe 'The variet at his plaint was grievd so sore, He knew right well, and him attonce dilarmid; That his deepe-wounded hart in two did rive, Then searcht his secret woundes, and made a And his owne health remembring now no more, Did follow that ensample which he blam'd afore Of every place that was with bruizing harmd, XLVI.
Or with the hidden fire to, inly warmd : Into the lake he lept his lord to ayd,
Which doen, he balmes and herbes thereto ap(So love the dread or daunger doth despise)
plyde, And of him catching hold, him strongly Atayd And everniore with mightie spels then charmd, From drowning : but more happy he then wise, That in short space he has them qualifyde, Of that fea's nature did hini not avise;
And him restord to helth, that would have alle The waves thereof fo flow and fluggish were,
gates dyde. Engroft with mud which did then fowle agrise,
As pilot well espert in perilous wave,
His yron cote, all overgrowne with rust,
Woven with antickes and wyld ymagery; (The masters of his long experiment)
And in his lap a masse of coyne he told,
Of which some were rude owre, not purifide
Those pretious hils from straungers envious fight, An uncouth, salvage, and uncivile wight, And downe them poured through an hole full Of griefly hew and fowle ill-favour'd light;
But Guyon lightly to him leaping, stayd
(clawęs appeard : Yet him perforce restraynd, and to him doubtfull