XXX. Thenceforth to her he sought to intimate His inward griefe, by meanes to him well knowne. And whenso of his hand the pledge she raught, Now when of meats and drinks they had their fill, Of deeds of armes which unto them became, Of gratious speach and skill his words to frame Him to commend to her, thus spake, of al well eide: XXXIII. "Troy, that art now nought but an idle name, "And in thine ashes buried low dost lie, Though whilome far much greater then thy fame, "Before that angry gods and cruell skie "Upon thee heapt a direful destinie, "What boots it boast thy glorious descent, "And fetch from heven thy great genealogie, "Sith all thy worthie prayses being blent, [shent? "Their ofspring hath embaste, and later glory XXXIV. "Most famous worthy of the world, by whome "That warre was kindled which did Troy inflame, "And stately towres of Ilion whilome "Brought unto balefull ruine, was by name "Sir Paris, far renowmd through noble fame; "Who through great prowesse and bold hardinesse "From Lacedaemon fetcht the fayrest dame "That ever Greece did boast or knight possesse, "Whom Venus to him gave for meed of worthiXXXV. [nesse; "Fayre Helene! flowre of beautie excellent, "And girlond of the mighty conquerours, "That madest many ladies deare lament "The heavie losse of their brave paramours, "Which they far oft beheld from Trojan toures, "And saw the fieldes of faire Scamander strowne "With carcases of noble warrioures, "Whose fruitlesse lives were under furrow sowne, "And Xanthus' sandy bankes with blood all overflowne : XXXVI. "From him my linage I derive aright, "Who long before the ten yeares siege of Troy, "Who, after Greekes did Priam's realme destroy, XXXVII. [came. "That was by him cald Paros, which before "Hight Nausa; there he many yeares did raine, “And built Nausicle by the Pontick shore, “The which he dying lefte next in remaine "To Paridas his sonne; "From whom I Paridell by kin descend; "But for faire ladies love, and glories gaine, "My native soile have lefte, my dayes to spend "In seewing deeds of armes, my lives and labors XXXVIII. Whenas the noble Britomart heard tell Of Trojan warres, and Priam's citie sackt, [end." (The ruefull story of Sir Paridell) XXXIX. Then sighing soft awhile, at last she thus "O lamentable fall of famous towne, "Which raignd so many yeares victorious, "And of all Asie bore the soveraine crowne, "In one sad night consumd and throwen downe ! "What stony hart, that heares thy haplesse fate, "Is not empierst with deepe compassiowne, "And makes ensample of man's wretched state, "That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at even XL. [ing late? "Behold, Sir, how your pitifull complaint "Hath fownd another partner of your payne, "For nothing may impresse so deare constraint "As countries cause, and commune foes disdayne; "But if it should not grieve you backe agayne "To turne your course, I would to heare desyre "What to Æneas fell, sith that men sayne "He was not in the cities wofull fyre "Consum'd, but did himselfe to safety retyre." "Anchyses' sonne, begott of Venus fayre," Said he, "out of the flames for safegard fled, "And with a remnant did to sea repayre, "Where he through fatall errour long was led "Full many yeares, and weetlesse wandered "From shore to shore, emongst the Lybick sandes, "Ere rest he fownd: much there he suffered, "And many perilles past in forrein landes, "To save his people sad from victours vengefull handes: XLII. "At last in Latium he did arryve, "Where he with cruell warre was entertaind "Yet after all he victour did survive, "There, there," said Britomart, " afresh appeard "Both first and second Troy shall dare to equalise. |