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The suone, that measures heaven all day long,

XXXIX. * At night doch baite his stecdes the ocean waves He making speedy way through spersed ayre, semong.

And through the world of waters wide and decre,

To Morpheus' house doth hastily repaire. • Than with the sunne take, Sir, your timely rest Anid the bowels of the earth full ftcere, * And with new day new worke at once begin : And low, where dawning day doth never peepe,

Umrbled night, they say, gives counseil best." His dwelling is, there Tethys his wet. bed

Rigbt well, Sir Knight, ye have advised bin," Doth ever wash, and Cynthia ftill doth stecpe, Quach then that aged man; “ the way to win In silver deaw, his ever-drouping hed, I wisely to advise. Now day is spent,

Whiles fad Night over him her mantie black * Therefore with me ye may take up your in tent; doth spred. * For this same night." The Knight was well conSo with that godly father to his home they went. Whose double gates he findeth locked fart, XXXIV.

The one faire fram'd of burnisht yvory, A little lowly hermitage it was,

The other all with silver overcast; Down in a dale, hard by a forest's side,

And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lye, Far from resort of people that did pas

Watching to banish Care thcir enimy, la traveill to and froe : a little wyde

Who oft is wont to trouble gentle sleepe. There was an holy chappell edifyde,

By them the sprite doth palsu in quietly, berein the hermite dewly wont to say

And unto Morpheus conies, whon drowned decpe His holy things each morne and eventyde; In drowsie fit he findes; of no:hing he takes keepe. Tureby a christali streame did gently play, Whicha from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway. And more to lulle him in his number foft, XXXV.

A trickling streame from high rock tumbling Arrired there, the little house they fill,

downe, de locke for entertainement where none was ; And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Rat is their feast, and all things at their will: Mixt with a murmuring windc, nuch like the fowne The soblett mind the best contentment has. Of swarming bees, dici call him in a swowne. With faire discourse the evening so they pas; No other noyfe, nor peoples oublous cryes, te that olde man of pleasing wordes had store, As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne, And well could file his tongue, as smooth as glas : Might there be heard ; but careless Quiet lyes, He told of faintes and popes, and evermore Wrapt in eternal filence farre from en nyes. He firowd an Ave Mary after and before.

The messenger approching to him spake, The drcaping night thus creepeth on them faft, But his waite wordes retournd to him i'i vaine ; And the sad humor loading their eye-liddes, So found he flept, that nought mought him awake. As meilenger of Morpheus on them cast

Then rudely he him thrust, and pusnt with paine, ireet lombring deaw, the which to deep them whereat he gan to freth ; but he againe biddes :

Shocke him so hard, that forced him to speake.
C'sts their lodging; then his guestes he riddes ; As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine
Where when all drowo'd in deadly deepe he findes, Is tost with troubled fights and fancies weakc,
He to his fudie goes, and there, amiddes He mumbled soft, but would not allhissilence breake.
His magick bookes, and artes of sundrie kindes,
He leeks out mighty chasmes to trouble Deepy The sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,
mindes.

And threatened unto him the dreaded nanie
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Of Hecate ; whereat he gan to quake, Then choosing out few words most horrible, And lifting up his lompish head, with blame (Let done them read) thereof did verses frame, Half argrie, asked him, for what he came? with which, and other spelles like terrible, “ Hether," quoth he, “ me circhimago fent, He bad awake blacke Plutoe's grickly came ; “ He that the stubborne sprites can wisely tanie, Ad carfed Heaven, and (pake reproachful shame " He bids thee to him fend for his intent 3* Eigheft God, the Lord of life and light. “ A fit falfe Dreame, that can delude the deepera A boll bed man, that dar'd to call by name

" sent Ga Gergon, prince of darkness and dead night, Antich Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight. The god obayde; and calling forth Itraight way XXVIII.

A divers dreame out of his prison darke, And forb he cald, out of deepe darknes dredd, Delivered it to him, and downe did lay Legions of sprights, the which, like litle flyes, His hcavie head, de void of careful carke, Maturing about his ever damned hedd,

Whofe fences all were straight benunıbd and Arze, whereto their service he applyes,

starke. To zide his friendes, or fray his enimies : He backe recurning by the yrorie dore, Of those be chose out two, the falsest twoo, Remounted up as light as chearefull larke, And fittelt for to forge true-seeming lyes; And on his little winges the Dreame he bore The one of them he gave asmessage too,

In hast unto his lorde, where he him left afores, The other by himsel faide other worke to doo.

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Fu Paye hus hand, and gan himselfe advise Who all this while, with charmes and hidden artes, To prove his sense, and tempt her feigned truth. Had made a lady of that other spright,

Wringing her hande in wemens pitteous wise, And fram'd of liquid ayre her tender partes, Tho'can the weepe, to stirre op gentle ruth So lively, and so like in all mens sight,

Both for her noble blood, and for her tender youth, That weaker sence it could have ravisht quight : The makers selfe, for all his wondrous witt, And sayd, “ Ah! Sir, my liege lord, and my love, Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight.

“ Shall I accuse the hidden cruel sate, Her all in white he clad, and over it

“ And mightie causes wrought in heaven above, Cast a black stole, most like to seeme for Una fit. “ Or the blind god, that doth me thus amate,

“ For hoped love to winne me certaine hate? Now when that ydle Dreame was to him brought," Yet this perforce he bids me do or die. Unto that elfin knight he bad him fly,

“ Die is my dew; yet rew my wretched state Where he slept soundly, void of evil thought, “ You, whom my hard avenging definie And with false Thewes abuse his fantasy,

“ Hath made judge of my life or death indifferently
In fort as he him schooled privily;
And that new creature, borne without her dew, “ Your owne deare fake forft me at first to leave
Full of the maker's guyle, with usage sly “ My father's kingdom,"there she stopt with teares
He taught to imitate that lady trew,

Her swollen hart her 1peech feemd to bereave :
Whose semblance she did carie under feigned hew. And then againe begun, “ My weaker yeares,

Captiv'd to fortune and frayle worldly fearcs,
Thus well instructed to their worke they haste; Fly to your fagth for succour and sure ayde;
And comming where the knight in flomber lay, “ Let me not die in languor and long tears."
The one upon his hardie head him plaste, “ Why, dame," quoth he, “ what hath ye thu
And made him dreame of loves and luftfull play, “ dismayd?

(frayd?
That nigh his manly hart did melt away, “ What frayes ye, that were wont to comfort meal
Bathed in wanton blis and wicked joy:
Then seemed him liis lady by him lay,

“Lovcof ynurlelse,” she faide, "and deare conftrain
And to lim playrd, how that false winged boy “ Lets me not sleepe, but waste the wearie night
Her chaste hart had subdewa to learne Dame “ in secre anguish and unpittied plaint,
Pleasure's toy.

"While you in carelese sleepe,are drownedquight.

Her doubtfull words made that redoubted knight
And she herselfe, of beautie soveraigne qucenc, Suspe& her truth ; yet since no untruth he koew
Fayre Venus, seemde unto his bed to bring Her fawning love with foule disdainefull fpight
Her, whom he waking evermore did weere He would not fhend, but said,“ Deare dame, I rev
To bee the chaftest flowre that aye did spring “ That for my fake unknowne such griefe unt
On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king,

you grew.
Now a loose leman to vile service bound:
And eke the Graces seemed all to sing,

“ Assure your selfe, it fell not all to ground:
Hymen, iö Hymen, dauncing all around; “ For all so deare as life is to my hart,
Whylf freshest Flora her with yvie girlond crownd. “ I deeme your love, and hold me to you bound

“ Ne let vaine fears procure your needlefle smart In this great passion of unwonted lust,

“ Where cause is none; but to your reft depart." Or wonted feare of doing ought amils,

Net all con ent, yet seemed the to appease He starred up, as seeming to mistrust

Her mournetult plaintes, beguiled of her art, Some fecret ill, or hidden foe of his;

And fed with words, that couldnotchofe but pleas
Lo there before his face his ladic is,

So lyding softly forth she turnd as to her eale.
Under blacke stole hyding her bayted hooke;
And as half blushing offred him to kis,

Long after lay he musing at her mood,
With gentle blandishment and lovely looke, Much griev'd to think that gentle dame so light
Most like that virgin true which for her knight For whose defence he was to shed his blood.
him tooke.

At last dull wcarines of former fight

Having yrockt alleep bis irkcsome fpright,
All cleane dismayd to see so uncouth sight, That troublous Dreame gan freshly cofle his brai
And halfe enraged at her shamelesle guise, With bow. es, and be s, and ladies deare delight
He thought have saine her in his fierce despight; But when h: saw his la oure all was vaine
But hastic heat tempring with sufferance wile, With that misformedspright be bake returndagain

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Br this the northerne wagoner had set

Forthwith he runnes with feigned faithfull haft Ha levenfold teme behind the Itedfast starre, Unto his guest, who after troubluus lights That was in ocean waves yet never wet,

And dreams gan now to take more sound repast; bat firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights, To all that in the wide deepe wandring arre : As one aghalt with feends or damned iprights, And chearfull chaunticlere with his note shrill And to him calls, “ Rise, rise, unhappy lwaine, Had warned once that Phæbus' fiery carre “ That here u ex old in Neepe, whiles wickedwights La bak was climbing up the easterne hill, “ Have knit themselves in Venus' shameful chaine: fuil cavious that Night to long his roome did fill. “ Come sce where your false lady doth her honor

“ staine." Than those accursed mefsenger of hell, Tez feigning Dreame, and that faire-forged all in amaze he suddenly upstart spright,

With sword in hand, and with the old man went; Cane to their wicked maister, and gan tell Who foone him brought into a secret part, Their brotelesse paines, and ill-fucceeding night : Where that false couple were full closely ment ha all in rage to see his skilfull might

In wanton lust and leud embracement : Dended lo, gan threaten hellish paine,

Which when he saw, he burnt with gealous fire;
Aad fad Proserpive's wrath, them to affright: The eie of Reason was with rage yblent,
Ez #hen he saw his threatening was but vaine, And would have saine them in his furious ire,
He cl about, and searcht his baleful bokes againe. But hardly was reftreined of that aged fire.

III.
Eufones be tooke that miscreated faire, Retourning to his bed in torment great,
And that falle other spright, on whom he spred And bitter anguilh of his guilty sight,
A tuning body of the fubtile aire,

He could not reft, but did his stout heart cat, Like a young squire, in loves and lustyhed And wast his inward gall with deepe despight, His wanton daies that ever loosely led,

Yrkelome of life, and too long lingring night. Widout regard of armus and dreaded fight : At last faire Helperus in highest skie (light; Thráe too be woke, and in a secret bed, Had spent his lampe. and brought forth dawning Cvered with darkness and misdeeming night, Then up he rote, and clad him hastily; (do fly. ikca both together laid, to joy in vaine delight.

The dwarfe hin brought his steed; so both away

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Now when the rosy-fingred Morning faire, Hee had a faire companion of his way,
Weary of aged 'Tithones saffron bed,

A goodly lady clad in scarlet red,
Had fpread her purple robe through deawy aire, Purfled with gold and pear le of rich assay,
And the high hils l'itan discovered,

And like a Persian mitre on her hed
The royall virgin shooke off droushyhed, Shee wore, with crowns and owches garnished,
And rising forth out of her baser bowre,

The which her lavish lovers to her gave : Lookt for her knight, who far away was fied, Her wanton palfrey all was overspred And for her dwarse, that wont to wait each howre; With tinsell tra pings, woven like a wave, Then gan she wail and weepe ta see that woeful whose bridle ruag with .golden bels and bosses Itowre.

brave. Vill. And after him fhe rode with so much speede With faire disport, and courting dalliaunce, As her flowe beast could make; but all in vaine : She intertainde her lover all the way; For him so far had borne his light-foot fteede, But when he saw the knight his speare advaunce, Pricked with wrath and fiery tierce disdaine, Shee soone left off her mirth and wanton play, That him to follow v. as but fruitlesle paine : And bad her knight addresse him to the fray; Yet the her weary limbes would never rest; His foe was nigh at hand. He, prickte with pride, But every hill and dale, each wood and plane, And hope to winne his ladies hcarte that day, Did lerrch, lore grieved in her gentle breast, Forth spurred fast : adownc his courser's side Hc so ungently left her, whom she loved best. The red bleud trickling staind the way as he did

ride. But subtill Archimag“, when his guests He fuw divided into double parts,

The Knight of the Red-crosse, when him he spide And Cna wandring in woods and forests, Spurring fo hote with rage dispiteous, (Th’ er.d of his drift) he prais'd his devclish Gan fairely couch his speare, and towards ride. arts,

Soone mete they both; both fell and furious, That Kad such might over true-meaning harts:

That daunted with their forces hideous Yet rest noe so, but other mcanes doth make, Their steeds doe ftagger, and amazed stand; How he may worke unto her further smarts And ekc themselves, too rudcly rigorous, For her he hated as the hisling snake,

Atteined with the stroke of their owne hand, And in her many troubles did most pleasure Doe backe rebutte, and each to other yealdeth take.

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He then devisde himselfe how to disguise ;
For by his mighty science he could take
As niany formes and ft.apes in steming wife
As ever Proteus to himselfe could make :
So etime a fowle, sometime a fish in lake,
Now like a foxe, now like a dragon fell;
That of himselfe he ofte for feare would quake,
And oft would fie away. O who can tell
The hidden powre of herbes, and might of ma-
gick ipell?

XI.
But now seemde best the person to put on
Of that good knight, his lare beguiled g cft.
In mighty armes he was yclad anon,
And silver shield; upon his coward breft
A bloody crosse, and on hes craven creft
A bounch of heares discoloured diversly.
Fullolly knight he seemde, ard well addrest;
And when he late upon his courser free,
Saint George himselle ye would have deemed him

The Sarazin, fore daunted with the buffe,
Snatcheth his sword, and fiercely to him flies,
Who well it wards, and quyreth cuff with cuff:
Each others (quall puisiarce envies,
and through their iron fides with cruell spies
Does seeke to pierce; repining courage yields
No fcore to foe; the fathing fier flies,
As from a forge, out of their burning fhields,
And Nreams of purple bluud new dic the verdant

fields.

to be.

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Rut he, the knight whose femblaunt he did beare,
The true Saint George, was wandred far away,
Still flying from his thoughts and gealous feare;
Will was his guide, and gnese led him astray.
At last him chaupst to meete upon the way
A faithlefs Sarazin, ali armde to point,
Inwhore great thicid was writ with letters gay
Sasfon : full large of limhe and every joint
Ile was, and cared not for God or nian a point.

“ Curse on that crosse," quoth then the Sarazin,
“ That keeps thy body from the bitter fitt;
“ Dead long ygoe, I wote, thou haddest bin,
“ Had not that charme from thee forwarned itt ;
“ But yet I warne thee now assured sitt,
“ And hide thy head.” Therewith upon his crest
With rigor so outrageous he smitt,
That a large share it hewd out of the rest,
And glau: cing downe his fhield from blame him

fairly bicí.

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Who thereat wondrous wroth, the sleeping spark “ At last it chaunced this proud Sarazin
Of sative vertue gan eftsooncs revive;

“ To meete me wandring, who perforce me led
And at his haaghty helmet making mark, “ With him away; but yet could never win
So begeiy Itroke, that it the ftecle did rive, “ The fort that ladies hold in foveraigre dread.
And det his head. He tumbling downe alive, “ There lies hc now with foule dishonor dead,
With bloudy mouth his mother Earth did kis, “ Who, whiles he livde, was called proud Sansfoy,
Creating his grave; his grudging ghoft did Ärive " The eldest of three brethren; all three bred
With the fraile flesh; at laft it fitted is

“ of one bad fire, whose youngest is Sansioy, Whether the soules doe fly of man that live amisa “ And twixt them both was borne the bloudy

“ bold Sanfloy. The lady, when she saw her champion fall, Like the old ruines of a broken towre,

“ In this sad plight, friendlesse, unfortunate, Eraid oot to waile his woefull funerall,

“ Now miserable i Fidella dwell, But from him fed away with all her powre; “ Craving of you in pitty of my state, be after her as hastily gan scowre,

“ To doe none ill, if please ye not doe well.” Biddisg tbe dwarfc with him to bring away Hc in gri at passion all this while did dwell, The Sarazin's shield, signe of the conqueroure. More busying his quicke eies her face to view, Her looge he overtooke, and bad to stay, Then his duli cares to heare what the did tell; For preeat cause was none of dread her to dif- And said, “ Fairc Lady: hart of flint would rew may.

“ The undeserved wocs and sorrowes which ye III.

* few." Sher turning backe, with ruefull countenaụnce Cride, “ Mercy, mercy, Sir, voachsafe to show “ Henceforth in safe assurance may ye rest, * On filly dame, subiec to hard mischaunce, Having both found a new friend you to aid, * Add to your mighty will." Her humblené low, “ And lost an old foe that did you moleft : la lo rich weedes and seeming glorious Mow, “ Better new friend then an old foe is said." Iid cach enumove his stout heroicke heart, With chaunge of chear the seeming-simple maid Add faid, " Dear dame, your suddein overthrow Let fall her eien, as shamefaft, to the carth,

Jiuch rueth me; but now put feare apart, And yielding soft, in that she nought gain-faid. And tel both wha ye be, and who that tooke So forth they rode, he feining seenly merth, “ your part,"

And the coy lookes. So dainty, they say, maketh

derth. Meting in ttares, then gan she thus lament; The wretched woman, whom unhappy howre Long tinie they thus together traveiled; * Hath row made thrall to your cummande. Til weary of their way, they came at last * ment,

Where grew too goodly trees, that faire did spred Before that asgry heaveos list co lowre, Their armes abroad, with gray mosle overcait, * And Fortune faile beitraice me to your powst, And their greene leaves trembling with every biaft, - Was (O what now availeth that I was !) Made a calme shadowe far in compasse round: * Borde the fole daughter of an emperour; The fearefull shephcard, often there aghaft, * He that the wide Weft under his rule has, Under them never sat, nc wont there found " Add high hath set his throne where liberis . His mery caten pipe, but shund th’unlucky ground,

But this good knight, soone as he them can spic, He, is the first flowre of my freshcít age, For the coole fhade him thither haitly got ; * Betro hed me unto the oncly haire

For golden Phæbus, now ymounted hic,
Ci a moit mighty king, not rich and lage ; From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot
"Vias never prince fo faithfull and so faire, Hurled his beame so scorching cruell hot,
Was beter prir.ce fo meke and debouaire; That living creature mote ir not abide,
Bet ere my koped day of spoufall Mone, And his new lady it endured not :

My deared iord fell from high honor's stare There they alight, in hope thenielves to hide * is:o the hands of hys accursed fone,

From the fierce heat, and rest their weary limbs * and cruelly was flaine ; that shall I ever mone, * Ustkard body, spoild of lively breath, Faire-seemely pleafaunce each to other makcs, * Tas afterward, I know not haw, convaid, With goudly purposes; thereas they lit, * Aad iro me hid: of whose most innocent death And in his fa.sed fancy he her takes

Ten tidings came to mee, unhappy maid, To be the faireft wight that lived yit;

Obow great forrow my fad scule affaid ! Which to expresse, he bends his gentle wit; * Tlen forth I wert his woeful coise to find; And thinking of those braunches greene to framo * Acd many yeares throughout the world I straid A girlend for her dainty forchead fit, " A virgin-widow whosc dcepe-wounded mind He pluckt a bough, cut of whole rifte there came * With kve lcag tin:e did languish as the friken Small drops of glory bloud, that trickled dowo bird.

the same,

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duch pas.

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