CANTO X. Prince Arthur takes the enterprize For Belgee for to fight: He slayes in Belges right. I. SOME clarkes doe doubt in their devicefull art Or drawne forth from her by divine extreate: Sith in th' Almighties everlasting seat She first was bred, and borne of heavenly race; From thence pour'd down on men by influence of grace. II. For if that Vertue be of so great might Which from iust verdict will for nothing start, But, to preserve inviolated right, Oft spilles the principall to save the part; So much more then is that of powre and art That seekes to save the subiect of her skill, Yet never doth from doome of right depart; As it is greater prayse to save then spill, And better to reforme then to cut off the ill. III. Who then can thee, Mercilla, throughly prayse, From th' utmost brinke of the Armericke shore, Those nations farre thy Iustice doe adore; But thine owne people do thy Mercy prayse much more. IV. Much more it praysed was of those two Knights, When they had seene and heard her doome arights But by her tempred without griefe or gall,. And yeelding the last honour to her wretched corse. V. During all which, those Knights continu'd there Both doing and receiving curtesies Of that great Ladie, who with goodly chere Who them to their posterities doe still declare. VI. Amongst the rest, which in that space befell, There came two Springals of full tender yeares, Her land, and slaine her children ruefully, alas! VII. Her name was Belgè; who in former age A Ladie of great worth and wealth had beene, Even seventeene goodly Sonnes; which who had seene Latonaes childrens wrath that all her issue wasted. VIII. But this fell Tyrant, through his tortious powre, Had left her now but five of all that brood: And th' armes and legs of three to succour him in fight. IX. And sooth they say that he was borne and bred The fayrest kyne alive, but of the fiercest kynd: X. For they were all, they say, of purple hew, A cruell carle, the which all strangers slew, With his two-headed dogge that Orthrus hight; And foule Echidna in the house of Night: But Hercules them all did overcome in fight. XI. His sonne was this Geryoneo hight; Who, after that his monstrous father fell Being then new made Widow, as befell, Which gave beginning to her woe and wretchednesse. XII. Then this bold Tyrant, of her widowhed Her to defend against all forrein foes That should their powre against her right oppose: Whereof she glad, now needing strong defence, Him entertayn'd and did her Champion chose; Which long he usd with carefull diligence, The better to confirme her fearelesse confidence. XIII. By meanes whereof she did at last commit All to his hands, and gave him soveraine powre Unto a dreadfull Monster to devoure, XIV. So tyrannizing and oppressing all, The woefull Widow had no meanes now left, For ayde against that cruell Tyrants theft, |