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She chearfull, fresh, and full of ioyaunce glad, Repentaunce feeble, forrowfull, and lame ;
Reproch despightful, carelesse, and unkinde;
Shame lowred, Repentaunce fighd, Reproch did Th' other in her's an hony.lady bee.
fcould; Thus marched these lix couples forth in faire Reproch sharpe stings, Repentaunce whips endegree.
Shame burning brond-yrons in her hand did hold; After all these there marcht a most faire dame, All three to each unlike, yet all made in one Led of two gryflie villains, th' one Despight,
mould. The other cleped Cruelty by name :
XXV. She, dolefull lady, like a drery spright
And after them a rude confused rout Cald by strong charmes out of eternall night, Of persons flockt, whose names is hard to read : Had Deathes owne ymage figurd in her face, Emongst them was fterne Strife, and Anger (tout, Full of lad lignes, fearefull to living sigbe; Unquiet Care, and fond Unthriftyhead, Yet in that horror thewd a seemely grace, (pace. Lewd losse of Time, and Sorrow seeming dead, And with her feeble feete did move a comely Inconstant Chaunge, and false Difloyalty,
Consuming Riotise, and guilty Dread Her brett all naked, as nett yvory
Of heavenly vengeance, faint Infirmity, Without adorne of gold or silver bright,
Vile Poverty, and, lastly, Death with Infamy. Wherewith the craftesman wonts it beautify, Of her dew honour was dispoyled quight, There were full many moe like maladies, And a wide wound therein (O ruefull fight!) Whose names and natures 1 note readen'well; Entrenched deep with knyte accursed keene, So many moe as there be phantasies Yet freshly bleeding forth her fainting spright, In wavering wemans witt, that nonc can tell, (The worke of cruell hand) was to be seene, Or faines in love, or punishments in hell; î hat dyde in sanguine red her kin all snowy all which disguized, marcht in masking wise cleene :
About the chamber by the damozell,
And then returned, having marched thrise
Into the inner rowme, from whence they first did F/as drawne forth, and in filver basin layd,
rise. Quite through transfixed with a deadly dart, And in her blood yet steeming fresh embayd ; So foone as they were in, the dore streightway, And those two villeins (which her steps upftayd, Fast locked, driven with that stormý blatt: When her weake feete could scarcely her fuitaine, Which first it opened, and bore all way : And fading vitall powres gan to fade)
Then the brave maid, which al this while was Her forward fill with torture did constraine,
plast And evermore eacreased her consuming painc. In secret shade, and saw both first and latt,
Ifsewed forch, and went unto the dore Next after her the winged god himselfe
To enter in, but fownd it locked fast : Came riding on a lion ravenous,
It vaine she thought with rigorous uprore Taught to obay the menage of that elfe,
For to efforce, when charmes had closed it afore. That man and beast with powre imperious . Subdeweth co his kingdome tyrannous :
Where force might not availe, there Neights and His blindfold cies he bad awhile unbind,
She cast to use, both fitt for hard emprize : (art That his proud spoile of that same dolorous Forthy from that same rowme not to depart Faire dame, he might behold in perfect kinde; Till morrow next she did herselfe avize, Which seene, he much rcioyced in his cruell When that same maske againe should forth arize, minde.
The mortowe next appeard with ioyous chcare, XXIU.
Calling men daily to their exercize, Of which ful prowd, himselfe uprcaring hye, Then The, as morrow fresh, herselfe did reare He looked round about with fterne disdayne, Out of her secret stand, that day for to out-weare, And did survay his goodly company, And marshalling the evill-ordered crayne ; All thar day she out-wore in wandering, With that the darts, which his right hand did And gazing on that chamber's ornament, straine,
Till that againe the second evening Full dşeadfully he shooke, that all did quake, Her covered with her sable veftiment, And clapt on hye his colourd winges twaine, Wherewith the world's faire beautie the hath That all bis many it affraide did make; (take. blent ; Thọ blinding him againe, his way he forth did Then when the second watch was almost part,
That brasen dore flew upen, and in went Behind him was Reproch, Repentance, Shame ; Bold Bricomart, as she had late forccaft, Reproch the first, Shame next, Repeột behinde : Nether of ydle showes nor of false charmes aghaft.
He glad of life, that lookt for death but late, So foone as she was entred, rownd abcut
Did yeild himselfe, right willing to prolong his She cast her eies, to see what was become
date; Of all those persons which she saw without, But lo! they stretght wcre vanisht, all and some; And rising up, gan streight to over-lookc Ne living wight she saw in all thac roome, Those cursed leaves, his charmes backe to ro Save that same woefull lady, both whose hands
verse. Wére bounden fast, that did her ill become, Full dreadfull thinges out of that balefull booke And her small waste girt rownd with yron bands He red, and measur'd many a sad verse, Unto a brasen pillour, by the which the stands : That horrour gan the virgin's hart to perfe, XXXI,
And her faire locks up stared stiffe on end, And her before the vile enchaunter faté,
Hearing him those fame bloody lynes reherfe; Figuring ftraunge characters of his art;
And all the while he red ihe did extend With living blood he those characters wrate, Her (word high over him, if ought he did offend. Dreadfully dropping from her dying, hart,
XXXVII. Seeming transfixed with a cruell dart,
Anon she gan perceive the house to quake, And all
perforce to make her him to love : And all the dores to rattle round about; Ah! who can love the worker of her smart? Yet all that did not her dismaied make, A thousand charmes he formerly did prove, Nor flack her threatful hand for daungers dout, Yet thousand charmes could not her stedfast hart But still with stedfast eye and courage front
Abode, to weet what end would come of all : XXXII.
At last that mightie chaine, which round about Soone as that virgin knight he faw in place, Her tender waste was wound, adowne gan fall, His wicked bookes in haft he overthrew,
And that great brasen pillour broke in pecces Not caring his long labours to deface,
Inall. And fiercely running to that lady trew, A murdrous knife out of his pocket drew, The cruel steele, which thrild her dying hart, The which he thought for villeinous despight Fell softly forth, as of his owne accurd, In her tormented bodie co embrew;
And the wide wound, which lately did dispart But the stout damzell to him leaping light, Her bleeding breft, and riven bowels gorri, His cursed hand withheld, and maistered his Was closed up, as it had not beene bor'd; might.
And every part to safety full fownd,
As the were never hurt, was soonc reftord; From her to whom his fury first he mento
Tho when she felt herlelfe to be unbownd, The wicked weapon rafhly he did wrest,
And perfect hole, prostrate the fell unto the And turning to herselfe his fell intent,
grownd; Unwares it strook into her snowie cheft, That litle drops empurpled her faise breit. Before faire Britomart she fell proftrate, Exceeding wroth therewith the virgin grew, Saying, " Ah, noble Knight! what worthy mcede Albe the wound were nothing decpe imprelt, “ Can wretched lady, quite from wofull flate, And fiercely forth her mortall blade the drew, “ Yield you in lieu of this your gracious deed? To give him the roward for such vile outrage " Your vertue selfe her owne reward thall breed, dew.
“Even immortal prayse and glory wyde,
" Which I your vafal, by your prowesse freed, So mightily she smote him, that to ground “ Shall through the world make to be notifyde, He fell halfe dead, next stroke him should have “ And goodly well advaunce that goodly well faine
was tryde." Had not the lady, which by him ftood bound, Dernly unto him ealled to abftaine
But Britomart, upreering her from grownd, From doing him to dy; for else her paine Said, “ Gentle Dame! reward enough, I weene, Should be remedileffe, fith none but hee
“ For many labours more then I have found, Which wrought it could the same recure againe : “ This, that in safetie now I have you seene, Therewith the stayd her hand, loth ftayd to bee, * And meane of your deliveraunce have beene : For life ske him envyde, and long'd revenge to “ Henceforth, faire Lady! comfort to you take,
« And put away remembrance of late teene;
“ Infted thereof, know that your loving make And to him said, “ Thou wicked Man! whose “ Hath no leffe griefc endured for your gentle meed
“ fake.” For so huge mischiefe and vile villany “ Is death, or if that ought doe death exceed, She much was cheard to heare him mentioned, “ Be sure that nought may save thee from to dy; Whom of all living wightes she loved best : “ But if that thou this dame doe presently Then laid the noble championeffe ftrong hond © Restore unto her health and former state, Upon th'enchaunter which had her dittrek
This doe and live, els dye undoubtedly." So fore, and with foule outrages oppre
With that great chaine, wherewith not long ygoe To have effort the love of that faire lasse, (was.
Where late the left the pensive Scudamore
With her owne truty squire, both full of feare,' Returning back, those goodly rowmes, which erst Neither of them she found where the them lore: She saw so rich aud royally arayd,
Thereat her noble hart was stonisht fore, Now vanisht ntterly, and cleane subverst
But more fair Amoret, whose gentle spright She found, and all their glory quite decayd, Now gan to feede on hope, which she before That light of such a chaunge her much dismayd. Conceived bad, to see her own deare knight, Thenceforth descending to that perlous porch, Being thereof beguyld, was fild with new affright. Those dreadfull flancs she also found delayd And quenched, quite like a consumed torch, But he (sad man!) when he had long in drede That erit all entrers wont fo cruelly to scorch. Awayted there for Britonart's returne,
Yet saw her not, nor ligae of her good speede, More casie iflew now then entrance late
His expectation to despaire did turne, She found; for now the fained-dreadful flame, Mesdeeming sure that her those Alames did burne, Which chokt the porch of chat inchanted gate, And therefore gan advize with her old squire And paliage bard to all that thither came, (Who her deare noursing's lose no lefse did Was vanilhi quite, as it were not the fame,
mourne) And gave her leave at pleasure forth to passe : Thence to depart for further aide t'inquire ; To enchaunter felfe, which all that fraud did where let them wend at will, whileft here I doc frame,
FAERY QUEEN E.
THE LEGEND OF CAMBEL AND TELAMOND, OR OF FRIENDSHIP.
In love were either ended or begunne ;
The which thcfe Stoicke censours cannot well And magnifying lovers deare debate,
But to that facred faint my foveraigne Queenc, Then with vaine poemes weeds to have their fan- in whose chart breft all bountie naturall, cies fed.
And treasures of true love, enlocked beene,
Bove all her sexe that ever yet was feene;
The Queene of Love, and Prince of Peace from For fault of few that have abusd the same;
heven bleft. For it of honor and all vertue is The roote, and brings forth glorious flowres of which that she may the better deigne to heare, fame,
Do thou, dred Infant ! Venus' dearling dove, That cruwne true lovers with immortall blis, From her high spirit chace imperious feare, The meed of them that love, and do not live and use of awfull maieftie remove : amisse.
Infted thereof, with drops of melting love
Deawd with ambrosiall kiffes, by thce gotten Which whoso lift looke backe to former ages, From thy sweete-smyling mother from above, And call to count thc things that then were Sprinckle her heart, and haughtie courage soften, donne,
That she may hearke to love, and reade this leffan Shall fivd that all the workes of those wise sages, often. And brave exploits which great heroës wonde,
Or lovers fad calamities of old
Seven moneths he fo her kept in bitter smart; Full many piteous stories doe remaine,
Because his finfull luft she would not serve,
Untill such time as noble Britomart
Through cruell knife that her deare heart did The deare compassion of whose bitter fit,
kerve; My softned heart so sorely doth constraine, And now she is with her upon the way, That I with teares full oft doe pittie it,
Marching in lovely wise, that could deserve And oftentimes doe with it never had bene writ. No spot of blame, though Spite did oft assay
To blot her with dishonor of so faire a pray. For from the time that Scudamour her hought In perilous fight, she never ioyed day;
Yet should it be a pleasant tale to tell A perilous fight, when he with force her brought The diverse ulage and demeanure daint From twentie knights that did him all assay; That cach to other made, as oft befell; Yet fairely well he did them all dismay,
For Amoret right fearefull was and faint, And with great glorie both the shield of love, Left she with blame her honor should attaint, And cke the ladie selfe, he brought away, That every word did tremble as the spake, Whom having wedded, as did him behove, And everie looke was coy and wondrous quaint, A few unknowen mischiefe did from him remove. And everie limb that touched her did quake;
Yet could she not but curteous countenance to bem For that same vile enchauntour Busyran,
make. The very felfe. same day that she was wedded, Amidst the bridale feast, whileft every man For well she wist, as true it was indeed, Surcharg'd with wine were heedlesse and ill- | Tha: her live's lord and patrone of her health hedded,
Right well deserved, as his duefull meed, All bent to mirth before the bride was bedded, Her love, her service, and her atmost wealth : Brought in that mask of Love which late was All is his iuftly that all freely dealth : showen,
Nathlefse her honor dearer then her life And there the ladie, ill of friends bestedded, She fought to save, as thing reserv'd from stealth ; By way of sport, as oft in maskes is known, Die had fhe lever with enchantcr's knife, Conveyed quite away, to living wight upknowen. Theo to be false in love, proieft a virgin wife, Vol. II,