She chearfull, fresh, and full of ioyaunce glad, As if no forrow she ne felt ne drad,
That evill matched paire they seemd to bee: An angry wafpe th' one in a viall had, Th' other in her's an hony-lady bee.
Repentaunce feeble, forrowfull, and lame; Reproch defpightful, careleffe, and unkinde; Shame moft ill-favourd, bestiall, and blinde : Shame lowred, Repentaunce fighd, Reproch did fcould;
Thus marched thefe fix couples forth in faire Reproch fharpe ftings, Repentaunce whips en
Shame burning brond-yrons in her hand did hold; All three to each unlike, yet all made in one
And after them a rude confufed rout
Of perfons flockt, whofe names is hard to read: Emongst them was fterne Strife, and Anger ftout, Unquiet Care, and fond Unthriftyhead, Lewd loffe of Time, and Sorrow seeming dead, Inconstant Chaunge, and false Disloyalty, Confuming Riotise, and guilty Dread Of heavenly vengeance, faint Infirmity, Vile Poverty, and, lastly, Death with Infamy.
There were full many moe like maladies, Whose names and natures I note readen well; So many moe as there be phantafies In wavering wemans witt, that none can tell, Or paines in love, or punishments in hell; All which disguized, marcht in masking wise About the chamber by the damozell,
And then returned, having marched thrife Into the inner rowme, from whence they first did rife.
So foone as they were in, the dore ftreightway, Fast locked, driven with that stormy blast Which firft it opened, and bore all way: Then the brave maid, which al this while was
In fecret fhade, and faw both first and last, Iffewed forth, and went unto the dore To enter in, but fownd it locked fast: It vaine fhe thought with rigorous uprore For to efforce, when charmes had closed it afore. XXVIII.
Where force might not availe, there fleights and She caft to use, both fitt for hard emprize: [art Forthy from that fame rowme not to depart Till morrow next she did herselfe avize, When that same maske againe should forth arize, The mortowe next appeard with ioyous chcare, Calling men daily to their exercize,
Then the, as morrow fresh, herselfe did reare Out of her fecret ftand, that day for to out-weare,
All that day fhe out-wore in wandering, And gazing on that chamber's ornament, Till that againe the second evening Her covered with her fable veftiment, Wherewith the world's faire beautie the hath
Then when the fecond watch was almost past, That brafen dore flew open, and in went Bold Britomart, as she had late forecast, Nether of ydle showes nor of false charmes aghast.
THE LEGEND OF CAMBEL AND TELAMOND, OR OF FRIENDSHIP.
The roote, and brings forth glorious flowres of Which that she may the better deigne to heare,
That crowne true lovers with immortall blis, The meed of them that love, and do not live amiffe.
Which whofo lift looke backe to former ages, And call to count the things that then were donne,
Shall find that all the workes of thofe wife fages, And brave exploits which great heroës wonne,
Do thou, dred Infant! Venus' dearling dove, From her high spirit chace imperious feare, And use of awfull maieftie remove: Infted thereof, with drops of melting love Deawd with ambrofiall kiffes, by thee gotten From thy fweete-fmyling mother from above, Sprinckle her heart, and haughtie courage soften, That he may hearke to love, and reade this leffon often.
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