And in his hand a windy fan did beare, She alway smyld, and in her hand did hold That in the ydle ayre he mov'd still here and An holy-water-sprinckle, dipt in deowc, theare. I And him beside marcht amorous Desyre, Who seemd of ryper yeares then th' other Swayne, Yet was that other swayne this elders syre, X Next after him went Doubt, who was yclad In a discolour'd cote of straunge disguyse, That at his backe a brode Capuccio had, And sleeves dependaunt Albanese-wyse: He lookt askew with his mistrustfull eyes, And nycely trode, as thornes lay in his way, Or that the flore to shrinke he did avyse; And on a broken reed he still did stay His feeble steps, which shrunck when hard thereon he lay. XI With him went Daunger, cloth'd in ragged weed [made; Made of Beares skin, that him more dreadfull Yet his owne face was dreadfull, ne did need Straunge horrour to deforme his griesly shade: A net in th' one hand, and a rusty blade In th' other was; this Mischiefe, that Mishap: With th' one his foes he threatned to invade, With th' other he his friends ment to enwrap; For whom he could not kill he practizd to entrap. XII Next him was Feare, all arm'd from top to toe, Yet thought himselfe not safe enough thereby, But feard each shadow moving too or froe; And, his owne armes when glittering he did spy Or clashing heard, he fast away did fly, As ashes pale of hew, and winged heeld, And evermore on Daunger fixt his eye, Gainst whom he alwayes bent a brasen shield, Which his right hand unarmed fearefully did wield. XIII With him went Hope in rancke, a handsome Of chearefull looke and lovely to behold: And her fayre lockes were woven up in gold: With which she sprinckled favours manifold On whom she list, and did great liking sheowe, Great liking unto many, but true love to feowe. Anon she gan perceive the house to quake, And all the dores to rattle round about: Yet all that did not her dismaied make, [dout: Nor slack her threatfull hand for daungers But still with stedfast eye and courage stout Abode, to weet what end would come of all. At last that mightie chaine, which round about THE FOURTH BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE CONTAINING THE LEGEND OF CAMBEL AND TRIAMOND, or of FRIENDSHIP. I THE rugged forhead, that with grave foresight II Such ones ill judge of love that cannot love, Ne in their frosen hearts feele kindly flame. Forthy they ought not thing unknowne reprove, Ne naturall affection faultlesse blame For fault of few that have abusd the same; III In love were either ended or begunne: IV To such therefore I do not sing at all; V Which that she may the better deigne to heare, Do thou, dred infant, Venus dearling dove, From her high spirit chase imperious feare, And use of awfull Majestie remove. Insted thereof with drops of melting love, Deawd with ambrosiall kisses, by thee gotten From thy sweete smyling mother from above, [sages, Sprinckle her heart, and haughtie courage Shall find that all the workes of those wise soften, [lesson often. And braye exploits which great Heroes wonne, That she may hearke to love, and reade this Which who so list looke backe to former ages, And call to count the things that then were donne, I CANTO I. Fayre Britomart saves Amoret: Duessa discord breedes Twixt Scudamour and Blandamour: Of lovers sad calamities of old And this of Florimels unworthie paine |