Wherewith he gript her gorge with so great pain, [constrain. That soon to loose her wicked bands did her Therewith she spu'd out of her filthy maw And creeping sought way in the weedy grass: Her filthy parbreake1 all the place defiléd has. As when old father Nilus gins to swell With timely pride above the Egyptian vale, His fatty waves do fertile slime outwell, And overflow each plain and lowly dale: But, when his later ebb gins to avale, [breed Huge heaps of mud he leaves, wherein there Ten thousand kinds of creatures, partly male And partly female, of his fruitful seed; Such ugly monstrous shapes elsewhere may no man reed. The same so sore annoyéd has the Knight, She poured forth out of her hellish sink As gentle shepherd in sweet eventide, That from their noyance he no where can rest; But with his clownish hands their tender wings He brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings; Thus ill bested, and fearful more of shame Than of the certain peril he stood in, Half furious unto his foe he came, Resolv'd in mind all suddenly to win, Or soon to lose, before he once would lin; 3 And stroke at her with more than manly force, That from her body, full of filthy sin, He reft her hateful head without remorse: A stream of coal-black blood forth gushed from her corse. Ne ever would to any by-way bend; But still did follow one unto the end, The which at last out of the wood them brought. So forward on his way (with God to friend) He passed forth and new adventure sought: Long way he travelléd, before he heard of aught. At length they chanc'd to meet upon the way An aged Sire, in long black weeds yclad, His feet all bare, his beard all hoary gray, And by his belt his book he hanging had; Sober he seem'd, and very sagely sad; And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent, Simple in show, and yoid of malice bad; And all the way he prayéd, as he went, And often knockt his breast, as one that did repent. He fair the Knight saluted, louting low, Who fair him quited, as that courteous was; And after askéd him, if he did know Of strange adventures, which abroad did pass. "Ah! my dear son," quoth he, "how should, alas! Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell, Bidding his beads all day for his trespass, Tidings of war and worldly trouble tell? With holy father sits not with such things to mell, But if of danger, which hereby doth dwell, And homebred evil ye desire to hear, Of a strange man I can you tidings tell, That wasteth all this country far and near." "Of such," said he, "I chiefly do inquere ; And shall thee well reward to show the place, In which that wicked wight his days doth wear: That such a cursed creature lives so long a space." For to all knighthood it is foul disgrace, "Far hence," quoth he, " in wasteful wilderness His dwelling is, by which no living wight May ever pass, but thorough great distress." "Now," said the Lady, "draweth toward night; To aid his friends, or fray his enemies : Of those he chose out two, the falsest two, And fittest for to forge true-seeming lies; The one of them he gave a message to, The other by himself stay'd other work to do. He, making speedy way through sperséd air, And through the world of waters wide and deep, To Morpheus' house doth hastily repair. Amid the bowels of the earth full steep, And low, where dawning day doth never peep, His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steep In silver dew his ever-drooping head, While sad Night over him her mantle black doth spread. Whose double gates he findeth locked fast; The one fair fram'd of burnisht ivory, The other all with silver overcast ; And wakeful dogs before them far do lie, Watching to banish Care their enemy, Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleep. By them the sprite doth pass in quietly, And unto Morpheus comes, whom drownéd deep In drowsy fit he finds; of nothing he takes keep. And, more to lull him in his slumber soft, A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down, And ever-drizzling rain upon the loft, [sown Mixt with a murm'ring wind, much like the Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swown. No other noise, nor people's troublous cries, As still are wont t' annoy the walléd town, Might there be heard: but careless Quiet lies, Wrapt in eternal silence far from enemies. The messenger, approaching, to him spake; But his waste words return'd to him in vain : So sound he slept, that naught might him awake. Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht with pain, Whereat he gan to stretch: but he again Shook him so hard, that forcéd him to speak. As one then in a dream, whose drier brain Is tost with troubled sights and fancies weak, He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence break. The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake, A fit false dream, that can delude the sleeper's sent." 2 The god obey'd; and, calling forth straightway He, back returning by the ivory door, 2 Sense. And on his little wings the dream he bore In haste unto his lord, where he him left afore. Who all this while, with charms and hidden arts, Had made a lady of that other spright, And said, "Ah sir, my liege lord, and my love, That weaker sense it could have ravisht quite : | Hath made judge of my life or death indifferently: The maker self, for all his wondrous wit, Cast a black stole, most like to seem for Una fit. Now when that idle dream was to him brought, Unto that Elfin Knight he bade him fly, Where he slept soundly void of evil thought, And with false shows abuse his fantasy; In sort as he him schooléd privily. And that new creature, born without her due,1 Full of the maker's guile, with usage sly He taught to imitate that Lady true, Whose semblance she did carry under feignéd hue. Thus, well instructed, to their work they haste; And to him plain'd, how that false wingéd boy Her chaste heart had subdu'd to learn dame Pleasure's toy; And she herself, of beauty sov'reign queen, Fair Venus, seem'd unto his bed to bring Her, whom he, waking, evermore did ween To be the chastest flower that aye did spring On earthly branch, the daughter of a king, Now a loose leman to vile service bound: And eke the Graces seeméd all to sing Hymen, To Hymen, dancing all around; Whilst freshest Flora her with ivy garland crown'd. In this great passion of unwonted lust, Or wonted fear of doing aught amiss, He starteth up, as seeming to mistrust Some secret ill, or hidden foe of his : Lo, there before his face his Lady is, Under black stole hiding her baited hook; And, as half blushing offer'd him to kiss, With gentle blandishment and lovely look, Most like that Virgin true, which for her Knight him took. All clean dismay'd to see so uncouth sight, Wringing her hands, in women's piteous wise, Then gan she weep, to stir up gentle ruth Both for her noble blood, and for her tender youth. Produced without the due qualities of a real woman. Your own dear sake forc'd me at first to leave My father's kingdom "-There she stopt with tears; [reave; Her swollen heart her speech seem'd to beAnd then again begun ; "My weaker years, Captiv'd to fortune and frail worldly fears, Fly to your faith for succor and sure aid: Let me not die in languor and long tears." "Why, dame," quoth he, “what hath ye thus dismay'd? [affray'd?" What frayes ye, that were wont to comfort me แ To all that in the wide deep wand'ring are; When those accurséd messengers of hell, Came to their wicked master, and gan tell He cast about, and searcht his baleful books again. Eftsoones he took that miscreated Fair, And that false other sprite, on whom he spread A seeming body of the subtile air, Like a young squire, in loves and lustihed His wanton days that ever loosely led, Without regard of arms and dreaded fight: Those two he took, and in a secret bed, Cover'd with darkness and misdeeming night, Them both together laid, to joy in vain delight. Forthwith he runs with feignéd-faithful haste Unto his guest, who, after troublous sights And dreams, gan now to take more sound repast; Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights, As one aghast with fiends or damnéd sprites, And to him calls; "Rise, rise, unhappy swain, That here wax old in sleep, whiles wicked wights Have knit themselves in Venus' shameful chain: Come, see where your false Lady doth her honor stain." All in a maze he suddenly up start The eye of reason was with rage yblent;2 And would have slain them in his furious ire, But hardly was restrainéd of that aged sire. Returning to his bed in torment great, Had spent his lamp, and brought forth dawning The royal Virgin shook off drowsyhed: Then gan she wail and weep to see that woeful stowre. And after him she rode with so much speed, As her slow beast could make; but all in vain : For him so far had borne his light-foot steed, Prickéd with wrath and fiery fierce disdain, That him to follow was but fruitless pain: Yet she her weary limbs would never rest; But every hill and dale, each wood and plain, Did search, sore grievéd in her gentle breast, He so ungently left her, whom she loved best. But subtile Archimago, when his guests He saw divided into double parts, And Una wand'ring in woods and forests, (Th' end of his drift,) he prais'd his devilish arts, That had such might over true-meaning hearts: Yet rests not so, but other means doth make, How he may work unto her farther smarts: For her he hated as the hissing snake, And in her many troubles did most pleasure take. He then devis'd himself how to disguise; For by his mighty science he could take As many forms and shapes in seeming wise, As ever Proteus to himself could make: Sometime a fowl, sometime a fish in lake, Now like a fox, now like a dragon fell; That of himself he oft for fear would quake, And oft would fly away. O who can tell The hidden power of herbs, and might of magic spell! But now seem'd best the person to put on Of that good Knight, his late beguiléd guest:In mighty arms he was yclad anon, And silver shield; upon his coward breast A bloody cross, and on his craven crest A bunch of hairs discolor'd diversely. Full jolly Knight he seem'd, and well addrest; And, when he sate upon his courser free, Saint George himself ye would have deemed him to be. But he, the Knight, whose semblance he did bear, The true Saint George, was wand'red far away, He had a fair companion of his way, 4 Without faith. She wore, with crowns and owches garnished, The which her lavish lovers to her gave: Her wanton palfrey all was overspread With tinsel trappings, woven like a wave, Whose bridle rung with golden bells and bosses brave. With fair disport, and courting dalliance, But, when she saw the Knight his spear advance, She soon left off her mirth and wanton play, And bade her knight address him to the fray; His foe was nigh at hand. He, prick'd with pride, And hope to win his lady's heart that day, Forth spurréd fast; adown his courser's side The red blood trickling stain'd the way, as he did ride. The Knight of the Redcross, when him he spied Spurring so hot with rage dispiteous, Gan fairly couch his spear, and tówards ride: Soon meet they both, both fell and furious, That, daunted with their forces hideous, Their steeds do stagger, and amazéd stand; And eke themselves, too rudely rigorous, Astonied with the stroke of their own hand, Do back rebut, and each to other yieldeth land. As when two rams, stirr'd with ambitious pride, Fight for the rule of the rich-fleecéd flock, Their hornéd fronts so fierce on either side Do meet, that, with the terror of the shock Astonied, both stand senseless as a block, Forgetful of the hanging victory: So stood these twain, unmovéd as a rock, Both staring fierce, and holding idlely The broken reliques of their former cruelty. The Saracen, sore daunted with the buffe, As from a forge, out of their burning shields; And streams of purple blood now dye the verdant fields. "Curse on that Cross," quoth then the Saracen, "That keeps thy body from the bitter fitt; Dead long ago, I wot, that haddest bin, Had not that charm from thee forewarnéd it : But yet I warn thee now assuréd sit, And hide thy head." Therewith upon his crest With rigor so outrageous he smit, That a large share it hew'd out of the rest, And glancing down his shield from blame him fairly blest. Who, thereat wondrous wroth, the sleeping spark Of native virtue gan eftsoones revive; And cleft his head: he, tumbling down alive, With bloody mouth his mother earth did kiss, Greeting his grave: his grudging ghost did strive With the frail flesh; at last it flitted is, Whither the souls do fly of men, that live amiss. The lady, when she saw her champion fall, Like the old ruins of a broken tower, Stay'd not to wail his woeful funeral; But from him fled away with all her power: Who after her as hastily gan scour, Bidding the Dwarf with him to bring away The Saracen's shield, sign of the conqueror;. Her soon he overtook, and bade to stay; For present cause was none of dread her to dis may. She turning back, with rueful countenance, Cried, "Mercy, mercy, Sir, vouchsafe to show On silly dame, subject to hard mischance, And to your mighty will." Her humblesse low In so rich weeds, and seeming glorious show, Did much emmove his stout heroic heart; And said, "Dear dame, your sudden overthrow Much rueth me; but now put fear apart, And tell, both who ye be, and who that took your part." Melting in tears, then gan she thus lament; "The wretched woman, whom unhappy hour Hath now made thrall to your commandement, Before that angry heavens list to lower, And fortune false betray'd me to your power, Was, (0 what now availeth that I was!) Born the sole daughter of an emperor; He that the wide west under his rule has, And high hath set his throne where Tiberis doth pass. "He, in the first flower of my freshest age, Betrothed me unto the only heir Of a most mighty king, most rich and sage; And cruelly was slain; that shall I ever moan! "His blessed body, spoil'd of living breath, Was afterward, I know not how, convey'd, And from me hid; of whose most innocent death When tidings came to me, unhappy maid, A virgin widow; whose deep-wounded mind With love long time did languish, as the stricken hind. "At last it chancéd this proud Saracen 1 Foes. |