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His goodly reason, and grave personage,

Till sadly sousing on the sandy shore, That his disciples both desir'd to be ; (three. He tumbled on an heap, and wallow'd in his gore. But Alma thence them led to th' hindmost room of

Like as the sacred Ox that careless stands, That chamber seemed ruinous and old,

With gilded horns, and flow'ry garlands crown'd, And therefore was removed far behind;

Proud of his dying honor and dear bands, Yet were the walls, that did the same uphold, While th' altars fume with frankincense around, Right firm and strong, though somewhat they de- All suddenly with mortal stroke astound clin'd;

Doth grovelling fall, and with his streaming gore And therein sate an old old man, half blind, Distains the pillars, and the holy ground, And all decrepid in his feeble corse,

And the fair flowers, that decked him before ;
Yet lively vigor rested in his mind,

So fell proud Marinell upon the precious shore.
And recompenced him with a better scorce :
Weak body well is chang'd for mind's redoubled force. The martial maid staid not him to lament,

But forward rode, and kept her ready way
This man of infinite remembrance was,

Along the strond: which as she overwent, And things foregone through many ages held, She saw bestrewed all with rich array Which he recorded still as they did pass,

Of pearls and precious stones of great assay, Nor suffered them to perish through long eld, And all the gravel mix'd with golden ore; As all things else, the which this world doth weld, Whereat she wondered much, but would not stay But laid them up in his immortal scrine,

For gold, or pearls, or precious stones an hour, Where they for ever uncorrupted dwell'd;

But them despised all; for all was in her power. The wars he well remembered of king Nine, Of old Assaracus, and Inachus divine.

While thus he lay in deadly 'stonishment,

Tidings hereof came to his mother's ear ; The years of Nestor nothing were to his,

His mother was the black-brow'd Cymoent, Nor yet Methusalem, though longest liv'd;

The daughter of great Nereus, which did bear For, he remembered both their infancies :

This warlike son unto an earthly peer,
Nor wonder then, if that he were depriv'd

The famous Dumarin; who on a day
Of native strength now, that he them surviv'd. Finding the nymph asleep in secret where
His chamber all was hung about with rolls,

As he by chance did wander that same way,
And old records from ancient times deriv'd,

Was taken with her love, and by her closely lay.
Some made in books, some in long parchment scrolls
That were all worm-eaten, and full of canker holes. There he this knight of her begot; whom born

She of his father Marinell did name,
And in a rocky cave as wight forlorn,

Long time she fostered up, till he became
THE DEFEAT OF MARINELL. A mighty man at arms, and mickle fame

Did get through great adventures by him done :
EFTsoons her goodly shield addressing fair, For never man he suffered by that same
That mortal spear she in her hand did take,

Rich strond to travel, whereas he did wonne,
And unto battle did herself prepare.

But that he must do battle with the sea nymph's son. The knight, approaching, sternly her bespake; " Sir knight, that dost thy voyage rashly make An hundred knights of honorable name By this forbidden way in my despite,

He had subdued, and them his vassals made, Nor dost by others' death example take,

That through all fairy land his noble fame I read thee soon retire, while thou hast might, Now blazed was, and fear did all invade, Least afterwards it be too late to take thy Hight.” That none durst passen through that perilous glade :

And to advance his name and glory more, Ythrill'd with deep disdain of his proud threat, Her sea-god sire she dearly did persuade She shortly thus; “ fly they, that need to fly; T'endow her son with treasure and rich store, Words fearen babes. I mean not thee intreat 'Bove all the sons that were of earthly wombs ybore. To pass; but maugre thee will pass or die." Nor longer staid for th' other to reply,

The god did grant his daughter's dear demand, But with sharp spear the rest made dearly known. To doen his nephew in all riches flow; Strongly the strange knight ran, and sturdily, Eftsoons his heaped waves he did command, Struck her full on the breast, that made her down Out of their hollow bosom forth to throw Decline her head.

All the huge treasure, which the sea below

Had in his greedy gulf devoured deep, Bat she against him in the shield did smite

And him enriched through the overthrow With so fierce fury and great puissance, [quite, And wrecks of many wretches, which did weep That through his three square scutcheon piercing And often wail their wealth, which he from them did And through his mailed hauberk, by mischance

keep. The wicked steel through his left side did glance; Him so transfixed she before her bore

Shortly upon that shore there heaped was Beyond his croup the length of all her lance, Exceeding riches and all precious things,

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The spoil of all the world, that it did pass

Gathering sweet daffadillies to have made (shade; The wealth of th’ East, and pomp of Persian kings; Gay garlands, from the sun their foreheads fair to Gold, amber, ivory, pearls, owches, rings, And all that else was precious and dear,

Eftsoons both flowers and garlands far away The sea unto him voluntary brings;

She flung, and her fair dewy locks yrent, That shortly he a great lord did appear,

To sorrow huge she turn'd her former play, As was in all the land of fairy, or elsewhere. And gamesome mirth to grievous dreriment:

She threw herself down on the continent, Thereto he was a doughty dreaded knight,

Nor word did speak, but lay as in a swoune, Tried often to the scathe of many dear,

While all her sisters did for her lament, That none in equal arms him matchen might: With yelling outcries, and with shrieking sowne; The which his mother seeing, gan to fear

And every one did tear her garland from her crown. Least his too haughty hardiness might rear Some hard mishap, in hazard of his life:

Soon as she up out of her deadly fit For this she oft him counsel'd to forbear

Arose, she bade her chariot to be brought,
The bloody battle, and to stir up strife,

And all her sisters, that with her did sit,
But after all his war, to rest his weary knife. Bade eke at once their chariots to be sought ;

Then, full of bitter grief and pensive thought,
And for his more assurance, she enquir'd

She to her waggon clombe; clombe all the rest, One day of Proteus by his mighty spell

And forth together went, with sorrow fraught. (For Proteus was with prophecy inspir'd)

The waves, obedient to their behest, Her dear son's destiny to her to tell,

Them yielded ready passage, and their rage surceas'd. And the sad end of her sweet Marinell. Who, through foresight of his eternal skill, Great Neptune stood amazed at their sight, Bade her from womankind to keep him well: While on his broad round back they softly slid, For of a woman he should have much ill;

And eke himself mourn'd at their mournful plight; A virgin strange and stout him should dismay or Yet wist not what their wailing meant, yet did kill.

For great compassion of their sorrow bid

His mighty waters to them buxom be: For this she gave him warning every day,

Eftsoons the roaring billows still abid, The love of women not to entertain;

And all the grizly monsters of the sça A lesson too too hard for living clay,

Stood gaping at their gate, and wondered them to see. From love in course of nature to refrain: Yet he his mother's love did well retain,

A team of dolphins ranged in array, And ever from fair ladies' love did fly;

Drew the smooth chariot of Cymoent; Yet many ladies fair did oft complain,

They were all taught by Triton, to obey That they for love of him would algates die; To the long trains, at her commandement : Die, whoso list for him, he was love's enemy. As swift as swallows on the waves they went,

That their broad faggy fins no foam did rear, But ah, who can deceive his destiny,

Nor bubbling roundell they behind them sent; Or ween by warning to avoid his fate;,

The rest, of other fishes drawen were, That when he sleeps in most security,

Which with their finny oars the swelling sea did shear. And safest seems, him soonest doth amate, And findeth due effect or soon or late !

Soon as they been arriv'd upon the brim So feeble is the power of fleshly arm.

Of the rich strond, their chariots they forlore, His mother bade him women's love to hate,

And let their teamed fishes softly swim For she of women's force did fear no harm;

Along the margin of the foamy shore, So weening to have arm'd him, she did quite disarm. Least they their fins should bruise, and surbate sore

Their tender feet upon the stony ground; This was that woman, this that deadly wound, | And coming to the place, where all in gore That Proteus prophecied should him dismay, And cruddy blood enwallowed they found The which his mother vainly did expound,

The luckless Marinell lying in deadly swound; To be heart-wounding love, which should essay To bring her son unto his last decay.

His mother swooned thrice, and the third time So tickle be the terms of mortal state,

Could scarce recovered be out of her pain; And full of subtle sophisms, which do play

Had she not been devoid of mortal slime, With double senses, and with false debate,

She should not then have been reliev'd again : T' approve the unknown purpose of eternal fate. But soon as life recovered had the reign,

She made so piteous moan, and dear wayment, Too true the famous Marinell it found,

That the hard rocks could scarce from tears refrain, Who through late trial on that wealthy strand And all her sister nymphs with one consent Inglorious now lies in senseless swound,

Supplied her sobbing breaches with sad compliment. Through heavy stroke of Britomartis' hand, Which when his mother dear did understand, “ Dear image of myself,” she said, “ that is And heavy tidings heard, whereas she play'd The wretched son of wretched mother born, Amongst her watry sisters by a pond,

Is this thine high advancement ? O, is this

Th' immortal name, with which thee yet unborn His cruel deeds and wicked wiles did spot :
Thy grandsire Nereus promised to adom ?

Ladies and lords she every where might hear
Now liest thou of life and honour reft;

Complaining, how with his empoisoned shot Now liest thou a lump of earth forlorn,

Their woful hearts he wounded had whylere, Nor of thy late life memory is left,

And so had left them languishing twixt hope and Nor can thy irrevocable destiny be weft.

fear. “ Fond Proteus, father of false prophecies,

She then the cities sought, from gate to gate,
And they more fond that credit to thee give, And every one did ask, “ Did he him see ?”
Not this the work of woman's hand I wis,

And every one her answered, “ that too late
That so deep wound through these dear members drive. He had him seen, and felt the cruelty
I feared love: but they that love do live;

Of his sharp darts, and hot artillery.”
But they that die, do neither love nor hate.

And every one threw forth reproaches rife Nath'less, to thee thy folly I forgive,

Of his mischievous deeds, and said, “ that he And to myself, and to accursed fate

Was the disturber of all civil life, The guilt I do ascribe : dear wisdom bought too late. The enemy of peace, and author of all strife.” “0, what avails it of immortal seed

Then in the country she abroad him sought, To been ybred and never born to die ?

And in the rural cottages enquired ; Far better I it deem to die with speed,

Where also, many plaints to her were brought, Than waste in woe and wailful misery.

How he their heedless hearts with love had fired, Who dies, the utmost dolour doth abie;

And his false venom through their veins inspired; But who that lives, is left to wail his loss;

And eke the gentle shepherd swains, which sat So life is loss, and death felicity.

Keeping their fleecy flocks, as they were hired, Sad life worse than glad death : and greater cross She sweetly heard complain, both how and what To see friend's grave, than dead the grave self to en- Her son had to them done; yet she did smile thereat.

[gross. “ But if the heavens did his days envy,

But when in none of all these she him got, And my short bliss malign, yet might they well She gan avise where else he might him hide : Thus much afford me, ere that he did die

At last, she her bethought, that she had not That the dim eyes of my dear Marinell

Yet sought the savage woods and forests wide, I might have closed, and him bid farewel,

In which full many lovely nymphs abide, Since other offices for mother meet

Mongst whom might be, that he did closely lie, They would not grant.

Or that the love of some of them him tied; Yet maugre them, farewel my sweetest sweet ; Therefore she thither cast her course t' apply, Farewel my sweetest son, since we no more shall To search the secret haunts of Dian's company.

(meet.”

Shortly, unto the wasteful woods she came,

Whereas she found the goddess with her crew,
THE BIRTH OF BELPHEBE.

After late chace of their embrewed game,

Sitting beside a fountain in a rew, IT fortuned, fair Venus having lost

Some of them washing with the liquid dew Her little son, the winged god of love,

From off their dainty limbs the dusty sweat Who for some light displeasure which kim crost, And soil, which did deform their lively hue; Was from her fled as flit as airy dove,

Others lay shaded from the scorching heat ; And left her blissful bower of joy above,

The rest, upon her person, gave attendance grcat. (So from her often he had fled away, When she for ought him sharply did reprove, She, having hung upon a bough on high And wandered in the world in strange array, Her bow and painted quiver, had unlac'd Disguis'd in thousand shapes that none might him Her silver buskins from her nimble thigh, betray.)

And her lank loins ungirt, and breasts unbrac'd,

After her heat the breathing cold to taste; Him for to seek, she left her heavenly house Her golden locks, that late in tresses bright (The house of goodly forms and fair aspects, Embraided were for hindering of her haste, Whence all the world derives the glorious

Now loose about her shoulders hung undight, Features of beauties, and all shapes select,

And were with sweet ambrosia all besprinkled light.
With which high God his workmanship hath deck’d)
And searched every way, through which his wings Soon as she Venus saw behind her back,
Had borne him, or his tract she might detect: She was ashamed to be so loose surprised ;
She promis'd kisses sweet and sweeter things And wax half wroth against her damsels slack,
Unto the man, that of him tidings to her brings. That had not her thereof before advised,

But suffered her so carelessly disguised
First she him sought in courts, where most he used Be overtaken. Soon her garments loose
Whylome to haunt, but there she found him not ; Upgath'ring, in her bosom she compris'd,
But many there she found, which sore accused Well as she might, and to the goddess rose,
His falsehood, and with foul infamous blot

While all her nymphs did like a garland her enclose.

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Goodly she gan fair Cytherea greet;

Fair Chrysogone in slumbry trance whylere : And shortly asked her what cause her brought Who in her sleep (a wondrous thing to say) Into that wilderness (for her unmeet)

Unwares had borne two babes, as fair as springing day. From her sweet bowers and beds with pleasures fraught: That sudden change she strange adventure thought. Unwares she them conceiv'd, unwares she bore : To whom (half weeping) she thus answered, She bore withouten pain, that she conceived That she her dearest son Cupido sought,

Withouten pleasure: nor her need implore Who in his frowardness from her was fled ;

Lucina's aid : which when they both perceived, That she repented sore, to have him angered. They were through wonder nigh of sense bereaved,

And gazing each on other, nought bespake: Thereat Diana gan to smile, in scorn

At last, they both agreed, her (seeming grieved) Of her vain plaint, and to her, scoffing, said, Out of her heavy swoon not to awake, “ Great pity sure, that ye be so forlorn

But from her loving side the tender babes to take. Of your gay son, that gives ye so good aid To your disports : ill might ye be apaid."

Up they them took; each one a babe uptook, But she was more engrieved, and replied ;

And with them carried, to be fostered. “ Fair sister, ill beseems it to upbraid

Dame Phebe to a nymph her babe betook, A doleful heart with so disdainful pride ;

To be brought up in perfect maidenhead, The like that mine, may be your pain another tide.

And of herself, her name Belphebe read:

But Venus her's hence far away convey'd, “ As you in woods and wanton wilderness

To be upbrought in goodly womanhead, Your glory set, to chace the savage beasts ;

And in her little love's stead, which was stray'd, So my delight is all in joyfulness,

Her Amoretta call'd, to comfort her dismay'd.
In beds, in bowers, in banquets, and in feasts :
And ill becomes you with your lofty crests,

She brought her to her joyous paradise,
To scorn the joy that Jove is glad to seek ;

Where most she wonnes, when she on earth does dwell. We both are bound to follow heaven's behests, So fair a place as nature can devise : And tend our charges with obedience meek: Whether in Paphos, or Cytheron hill, Spare (gentle sister) with reproach my pains to eke; Or it in Gnidus be, I wot not well ;

But well I wot by trial, that this same
" And tell me, if that ye my son have heard, All other pleasant places doth excel,
To lurk amongst your nymphs in secret wise; And called is by her lost lover's name
Or keep their cabins ; much I am affeard,

The garden of Adonis, far renown'd by fame.
Least he like one of them himself disguise,
And turn his arrows to their exercise :
So may he long himself full easy hide:

THE STORY OF FLORIMELL.
For, he is fair and fresh in face and guise,
As any nymph (let not it be envied).

But Florimell herself was far away,
So saying, every nymph full narrowly she ey'd. Driven to great distress by fortune strange,

And taught the careful mariner to play,
But Phebe therewith sore was angered,

Since late mischance had her compellid to change And sharply said ; “Go, dame, go seek your boy, The land for sea, at random there to range: Where you him lately left, in Mars's bed ;

Yet there that cruel queen avengeress, He comes not here, we scorn his foolish joy,

Not satisfied so far her to estrange Nor lend we leisure to his idle toy :

From courtly bliss and wonted happiness, But if I catch him in this company,

Did heap on her new waves of weary wretchedness, By Stygian lake I vow, whose sad annoy The Gods do dread, he dearly shall abie:

For, being fed into the fisher's boat, I'll clip his wanton wings, that he no more shall fly." For refuge from the monster's cruelty,

Long so she on the mighty main did float,
Whom when as Venus saw so sore displeased, And with the tide drove forward carelessly ;
She inly sorry was, and gan relent

For, th' air was mild, and cleared was the sky,
What she had said ; so her she soon appeased, And all his winds Dan Eolus did keep
With sugred words and gentle blandishment, From stirring up their stormy enmity,
· Which as a fountain from her sweet lips went, As pitying to see her wail and weep;
And welled goodly forth, that in short space

But all the while the fisher did securely sleep.
She was well pleas'd, and forth her damsels sent,
Through all the woods, to search from place to place, At last, when drunk with drowsiness, he woke,
If any track of him or tidings they might trace. And saw his drover drive along the stream,

He was dismay'd, and thrice his breast he stroke, To search the god of love, her nymphs she sent

For marvel of that accident extreme; Throughout the wandering forest every where : But when he saw that blazing beauties beam, And after them herself eke with her went

Which with rare light his boat did beautify, To seek the fugitive, both far and near.

He marvell’d more, and thought he yet did dream So long they sought, till they arrived were

Not well awak'd, or that some extacy In that same shady covert, whereas lay

Besotted had his sense, or dazzled was his eye.

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But when her well avising, he perceived

And the wide sea importuned long space To be no vision, nor fantastic sight,

With shrilling shrieks, Proteus abroad did rove, Great comfort of her presence he conceived,

Along the foaming waves driving his finny drove. And felt in his old courage new delight To gin awake, and stir his frozen spright:

Proteus is shepherd of the seas of yore, Then rudely asked her, “ How she thither came ?” And hath the charge of Neptune's mighty herd; ** Ah,” (said she) “ father! I n'ote read aright, An aged sire with head all frory hoar, What hard misfortune brought me to the same; And sprinkled frost upon his dewy bcard : Yet am I glad that here I now in safety am. Who when those pitiful outcries he heard

Through all the seas so ruefully resound, “ But thou, good man, since far in sea we be, His chariot swift in haste he thither steer'd, And the great waters gin apace to swell,

Which with a team of scaly Phocas bound That now no more we can the main land see, Was drawn upon the waves, that foamed him around. Have care, I pray, to guide the cock-boat well, Least worse on sea than us on land befell.”

And coming to that fisher's wandring boat Thereat th' old man did nought but fondly grin, That went at will, withouten card or sail, And said, “ His boat the way could wisely tell." He therein saw that irksome sight, which smote But his deceitful eyes did never lin

Deep indignation and compassion frail To look on her fair face, and mark her snowy skin. Into his heart at once : strait did he hail

The greedy villain from his hoped prey ; The sight whereof, in his congealed flesh,

Of which he now did very little faii, Infix'd such secret sting of greedy lust,

And with his staff that drives his herd astray, That the dry withered stock it gan refresh,

Him beat so sore, that life and sense did much dismay. And kindled heat that soon in flame forth brust: The driest wood is soonest burnt to dust.

The while the piteous lady up did rise,
Rudely to her he leapt, and his rough hand

Ruffled and foully rayd with filthy soil,
Where ill became him, rashly would have thrust: And blubbered face with tears of her fair eyes :
But she with angry scorn him did withstand, Her heart nigh broken was with weary toil
And shamefully reproved for his rudeness fond. To save herself from that outrageous spoil :

But when she looked up, to weet what wight
But, he that never good nor manners knew,

Had her from so infamous fact assoil'd, Her sharp rebuke full little did esteem ;

For shame, but more for fear of his grim sight, Hard is to teach an old horse amble true.

Down in her lap she hid her face, and loudly shright. The inward smoke, that did before but steam, Broke into open fire and rage extreme,

Herself not saved yet from danger dread And now he strength gan add unto his will,

She thought, but chang'd from one to other fear; Forcing to do that did him foul misseem :

Like as a fearful partridge, that is filed
Beastly he threw her down, nor car'd to spill From the sharp hawk, which her attacked near,
Her garments gay with scales of fish, that all did fill. And falls to ground, to seek for succour there,

Whereas the hungry spaniel she does spy,
The silly virgin strove him to withstand,

With greedy jaws her ready for to tear; All that she might, and him in vain revil'd : In such distress and sad perplexity She struggled strongly both with foot and hand, Was Florimell, when Proteus she did see thereby. To save her honour from that villain vild, And cried to heaven, from human help exil'd. But he endeavoured with speeches mild, O ye brave knights, that boast this lady's love, Her to recomfort, and accourage bold, Where be ye now, when she is nigh defild

Bidding her fear no more her foeman vild, Of filthy wretch ? well may she you reprove

Nor doubt himself; and who he was, her told. Of falshood, or of sloth, when most it may behove. Yet all that could not from affright her hold,

Nor to recomfort her at all prevail'd; But if that thou, Sir Satyrane, didst weet,

For, her faint heart was with the frozen cold Or thou, Sir Peridure, her sorry state,

Benumb'd so inly, that her wits nigh fail'd, How soon would ye assemble many a fleet

And all her senses with abashment quite were quail'd. To fetch from sea, that ye at land lost late? Towers, cities, kingdoms, ye would ruinate,

Her up betwixt his rugged hands he rear'd, In your avengement and dispiteous rage,

And with his frory lips full softly kissid, Nor ought your burning fury might abate ;

While the cold isicles from his rough beard But if Sir Calidore could it presage,

Dropped adown upon her ivory breast : No living creature could his cruelty assuage. Yet he himself so busily address'd,

That her out of astonishment he wrought, But since that none of all her knights is nigh, And out of that same fisher's filthy nest See how the heavens of voluntary grace,

Removing her, into his chariot brought, And sovereign favour towards chastity,

And there with many gentle terms her fair besought. Do succour send to her distressed case: So much high God doth innocence embrace. But that old lecher, which with bold assault It fortuned, while thus she stiftly strove,

That beauty durst presume to violate,

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