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Yet so great was the puissance of his push, His lovely words her seemd due recompence That from his fadle quite he did him beare; Of all her passed paines : one loving howre He tombling rudely downe to ground did rnsh, For many years of sorrow can dispence :
And from his gored wound a well of bloud did A dram of sweete is worth a pound of lowre.
gush. Shee has forgott how many a woful stowre For hin she late endurd : she speaks no more
Dismounting lightly from his loftie ftred, Of past : true is, that true love hath no powre He to him itept, in minde to reave his life, To looken backe ; his eics he fixt before. And proudly said, “ Lo, there the worthie meed Before her ftands her knight, for whom she toyld“ Of him that New Sansfoy with blondy knife : fo forc.
· Henceforth his ghost, freed from repin ng strife,
" In peace may passen over Lethe lake, Much like as when the beaten marinere,
“ When mourning altars, purgd with enimies life, That long hath wandred in the ocean wide, “ The black infernall furies doth aslake. Ofte foult in swelling Tethys faltish teare, “ Life from Sansfoy thou tookft, Sansfloy fhall And long time having tand his tawney hide
“ from thee take." With bluftring breath of heaven, that none can bide,
Therewith in halte his helmet gan unlace, And fcerching flames of fierce Orion's hound, Till Una cride, “ O hold that heavie hand, Soone as the port from far he has espide,
“ Deare Sir, what ever that thou be in place : His chearful whistle merily doth sound,
“ Enough is that thy foe doth vanquisht stand And Nereus crownes with cups, his mates him “ Now at thy mercy : mercy not withstand, pledg around
“ For he is one the truest knight alive,
“ Though conquered now he lye on lowly land : Sach ioy made Una when her knight the found; “ sind whileft him Fortune favourd, fayre did And eke th' enchaunter ioyous seemde no lesse
" thrive Then the glad marchant that does vew from " In bloudy field; therefore of life him not de. ground
prive.” His ship far come from watry wilderneffe ; He hurles out vowes, and Neptune oft doth blesse. Her piteous wordes might not abate his rage; So forth they past, and all the way they spent But rudely rending up his helmet, would [age. Discoursing of her dreadful late distresse,
Pave Dayne him streight : but when he sees his la which he askt her what the lyon ment? And hoarie head of Archimago old, Who told her all that fell in iourney as she went. His hasty hand he doth amazed hold, XXXIII.
And, half afham'd, wondered at the fight : They had not ridden far, when they might see For that old man well knew he, though untold, One pricking towards them with hastie heat, In charmes and magick to have wondrous might, Full strongly armd, and on a courser free, Ne ever wont in field, ne in round lifts, to fight : That through his fiersnelle formed all with fweat,
And said, “ Why, Archimago lucklesse syre, And the sharpe yron did for anger eat,
“ What do I see? what hard mishap is this, Wheo his hoc ryder spurd his chauffed fide : “ That hath thee hether brought to taste mine yre? His looke was fterne, and seemed still to threat “ Or thine the fault, or mine the error is, Cruell revenge, which he in hart did hyde, “ Instead of foe lo wound my friend amis !" And on his shield Sanfoy in bloody lines was dyde. He answered nought, but in a traunce still lay,
nd on those guilefull dazed eyes of his When nigh he drew unto this gentle payre,
The cloude of death did fit; which doen away, And saw the Red-crosse which the knight did He left him lying so, ne would ne lenger stay,
beare, He burnt in fire and gan eftsoones prepare But to the virgin comes; who all this while Himselfe co batteill with his couched fpcare. Amazed stands, herselfe so mockt to see Loth was that other, and did faint through fcare By him, who has the guerdon of his guile, To taste th' untrycd dint of deadly steele,
For so misfeigning her true knight to bee : But yet his lady did so well him cheare
Yet is she now in more perplexitie, "That hope of new good hap he gan to feele :
Left in the hand of that same paynim bold, So bent his speare, and spurd his horse with yron
From whom her booreth not at all to flie : heele.
Who by her cleanly garment catching bold,
Her from her palfrey plucke, her vilage to be. But that proud paynim forward came so ferce,
hold, And full of wrath, that with his sharp-head speare,
But her fiers servant, full of kingly aw Through vainly crossed shield he quite did perce;
And high disdaine, whenas his foveraine dame And had his staggering feede not fhronke for So rudely handled by her foe he saw, feare,
With gaping iawes full greedy at him came, Through thield and body eke he should him beare : And ramping on his shield, did weene the lame !
Have reft away with his sharp-rending clawes ; Her faithfull gard remov'd, her hope dismaid, But he was stout, and lust did now inflime Her felfe a yielded pray to fave or spill
. His corage more, that from his griping pawes He, now lord of the field, his pride to fill, He hath his shield redeemd, and forth his swerd With foule reproches and disdaiceful spight he drawes.
Her vildly entertaines; and, will or nill,
Beares her away upon his courser light : (might. O then too weake and fecble was the forse Her prayers nought prevaile, his rage is more of Of salvage beast, his puissance to withstand; For he was strong, and of so mightie corse, And all the way with great lamenting paine, As ever wielded speare in warlike hand,
And piteons plaintes, the filleth his dull cares, And feates of armes did wisely understand. That stony hart could riven have in twaise ; Eftsoones he perced through his chaufed chest And all the way she wetts with flowing teares; With thrilling point of deadly yron brand, But he, ehrag'd with rancor, nothing heares, And launcht his lordly hart : with death opprest Her servile bealt yet would not leave her fo, He ror'd aloud, whiles life forsooke his stubborne But follows her far off, ne ought he feares brcít.
To be partaker of her wand'ring woe; (foe,
More mild in beastly kind than that her beastly Who now is left to keepe the forlorne maid From raging spoile of lawlesse victor's will?
Yoosc knight whatever that dost armes professe, a stately pallacc built of squared bricke, And through long labours huntest after fame, Which cunningly was without morter laid, : Beware of fraud, beware of ficklenelle,
Whose wals were high, but nothing Aroog nor | koice and channge of thy dcare-loved dame,
thicke, draft thou of her believe too lightly blame, And golden foile all over them displaid, b.bd rash misweening doe thy hart remove; That purest skye with brightness they dismaid for unto knight there is no greater shame High lifted up were many loftie towres, Then lightnesle and inconstancie in love ; And goodly galleries far over laid, Thae doth this Red-crose knight's ensample plain- Full of faire windowes and delightfull bowres, ! ly prove :
And on the top a dial told the timely howres. Who alter that he had faire Una lorne,
It was a goodly heape for to behould, Through light misdeeming of her loialtic, And spake the praises of the workman's witt; And false Dueffa in her fted had borne,
But full great pittie that fo faire a mould Called Fidess', and so fuppofd to be,
Did on so weake foundation ever fitt; Long with her traveild, till at last they sec For on a fandie hill, that still did fitt A goodly building, bravely garnished;
And fall away, it mounted was full hie, The house of mightie prince it seemd to be, That every breath of heaven Maked its; And towards it a broad high way chat led, And all the hinder partes, that few could spie, Allbarethrough peoples feel which thechercraveiled Were ruinous and old, but painted cunningly. Great troupes of people traveild thetherward Arrived there, they passed in forth right, Doch day and right, of each degree and place ; For still to all the gates
open wide; Bat few returaed, having scaped hard
Yet charge of them was to a porter hight With balefull beggary or foule disgrace,
Cald Malverù, who entrance none denide : Which ever after in most wretched case,
Thence to the hall, which was on every lide Like loathsome lazars, by the hedges lay: With rich array and costly arras dight : Thetker Duefla badd him bend his pace,
Infinite fortes of people did abide For the is wearie of the toilfom way,
There, waiting long co win the wished fight And also nigh consumed is the lingring day. Of her that was the lady of that pallace bright. Vel, ll,
A gentle husher, Vanitie by name, By them they passe, all gazing on them round, Made towme, and passage for them did prepaire. And to the prelence mount; whose glorious view So goodly brought them to the lowest ftayre Their frayle amazed fences did confound.
Of her high throne, where they on humble knce In living princes court pone ever knew
Making obeysaudce, did the caufe declare Such endlesse richesse, and so fumptuous fhew; Why they were come her roiall state to see, Ne Persia felfe, the nourse of pompous Pride, To prove the wide report of her great maiestee like ever saw; and there a noble crew, Of lords and ladies stood on every side,
With loftie eyes, halfe loth to looke so lowe, Which with their presence fayre the place much She thancked them in her disdainfull wile; beautifide.
Ne other grace vouchsafed them to showe
Of princesse worthy; scarse them bad arise. High above all a cloth of state was spred,
Her lordes and ladies all this while devise And a rich throne, as bright as sunny day, Themselves to setten forth to straungers fight : On which there fate, molt brave enbellished Some frounce their curled heare in courtly guise, With royall robes, and gorgeous array,
Some prancke their ruffes, and others trimly dight A mayden queene, that shone as Tytan's ray, Their gay attyre : each others greater pride does In glittring gold and perclelle pretious stone;
fpight. Yet her bright blazing beautie did assay. To dim the brightnesle of her glorious throne, Goodly they all that knight doe entertayne, As envying her selft, that too exceeding Ihone : Right glad with him to have increast their crew 7
But to Duess' each one himfulfe did payne Exceeding shone, like Phæbus' fayrest childe, All kindnesse and faire courtesie co fhew, That did presume his father's fyric wayne, For in that court whylome her well they knew : And flaming mouthes of steedes unwonted wilde, Yet the stout Faery mongst the middeft crowd Through highest heaven with weaker hand to rayne; Thought all their glorie vain in knightly vew, Proud of such glory and advancement vayne, And that great princesse too exceeding prowd, While flashing beames do daze his feeble eyen, That to itrangeknight no better countenance allowda He leaves the welkin way most beaten playne, And, wrapt with whirling whecles,infia:restheskyen Suddein upriseth from her stately place With fire not made to burne, but fayrely forto shyne. The roiall dame, and for her coche doth call :
All hurtlen forth, and the with princely pace, So proud the shyned in her princely state,
As fair Aurora in her purple pall
So forth the comes; her brightnes brode doth blaze.
Doe ride each other upon her to gaze : And in her hand she held a mirrhour bright, Her glorious glitter and light doth all mens eies Wherein her face she often vewed fayne. And in her felfe-loy'd semblance took delight; For the was wondrous fayre, as any living wight. So forth she comes, and to her coche does clyme,
Adorned all with gold and girlonds gay, Of griesly Pluto the the daughter was,
That seemd as fresh as Flora in her prime, And sad Proserpina, the queene of hell;
And Itrove to match, in roiall rich array, Yet did she thinke her pearelese worth to pas Great lunoes golden chayre ; the which, they say, 'That parentage, with pride so did fhc swell : The gods stand gazing on when shc does ride And thundring love, that high in heaven doth To loves high hous through heavens bras-paved dwell,
way, And wield the world, the claymed for her fyre, Drawne of sayre pecocks, that excell in pride, Or if that any else did love excell;
And full of Argus' eyes their tayles dispredden For to the highest the did ftill aspyre,
wide. Or if ought higher were then that, did it desyre. xil,
But this was drawne of six unequal beasts, And proud Lucifera men did her call,
On which her fix lage counsellours did ryde, 'That made her self a queene, and crownd to be; Taught to obey their bestiall beheasts, Yet rightfull kingdome she had none at all, With like conditions to their kindes applyde; Ne heritage of native foveraintie,
Of which the first, that all the rest did guyde, But did usurpe with wrong and tyrannie
Was fluggish Idlenesle, the nourse of Sin; Upon the sceptre which the now did hold; Upon a southfull asse he chose to ryde, Ne d her realme with lawes, but policie, Arayd in þabit blacke and amis thin,
rong advizcment of fix wizards old, Like tu an holy monck the service to begin.
And in his hand his porteffe ftill he bare,
That much was worne, but therein little redd;
il drownd in deepe, and most of his daies dedd : | And fortunes tell, and read in loving bookes, arse could he once uphold his heavie hedd, And thousand other waies to bait his
fleshy hookce, to looken whether it were night or day.
But ioyd weake womens hearts to tempt and prove,
If from their loyall loves he might them move : From worldly cares hin felfe he did elloyne, Which lewdnes fild him with reprochfull pain And greatly shunned manly exercise ;
Of that foulo evill which all men reprove, From everie worke he chalenged efsoyne,
That rotts the marrow and consumes the braine. For contemplation fake : yet otherwise
Such one was Lechery, the third of all this traine. His hfe he led in lawlesse riotise, By which he grew to grievous malady;
And greedy Avarice by him did ride, For in his luftieffe limbs, through eyill guise, Upon a camell loaden all with gold; A faking fever raignd continually.
Two iron coffers hong on either side, Such one was Idlenesse, first of this company.
With precious metall full as they might hold,
And in his lap an heape of coine he told; And by his fide rode loathsome Gluttony,
For of his wicked pelf his god he made, Ddormed acature, on a filthie (wyne ;
And unto hell himselfe for money fold: His belly was upblowne with luxury,
Accursed usury was all his trade, And eke with fatnefle swollen were his eyne; And right and wrong ylike in equal ballance waide, And like a crade his necke was long and fyne, With which he swallowed up excessive sealt, His life was nigh unto deaths dore yplaste; For want whereof poore people oft did pyne ;
And thred-bare cote, and cobled fhocs, hee ware;
To fill his bags, and richesle to compare :
To get, and nightly feare to lose his owne,
Most wretched wight, whom nothing might suffise, Of which he supe so oft, that on his scat
Whose greedy luft did lacke in greatest store; His dronken corse he scarse upholden can; Whose need had end, but no end covertise ; in Ibage aad life more like a monster than a man, Whose wealth was want, whose plenty made him XXIII.
pore; L'afit he was for any worldly thing,
Who had enough, yet wished ever more. And eke unhable once to stirre or go;
A vile disease, and eke in foote and hand Not meet to be of counsell to a king,
A grievous gout tormented him full sore, Wtose mind in meat and drinke was drowned fo, That well he could not touch, nor goe, nor stand. 'That from his frend he seldome knew his fo: Such one was Avarice, the fourth of this faire bande Fall of diseases was his carcas blew, And a dry dropfie through his flesh did flow,' And next to him malicious Envy rode Which by misdiet daily greater grew:
Upon a ravenous wolfe, and still did chaw Sach one was Gluttony, the second of that crew. Between his cankred teeth a venemous tode,
That all the poison ran about his jaw; And next to him rode luftful Lechery
But inwardly he chawed his owne maw = Upon a bearded goat, whose rugged heare, At neibors welth that made him ever fad; And whally eies, (the fign of gelosy)
For death it was when any good he faw, Was like the person felfe whom he did beare, And wept, that cause of weeping none he had; Who rough and blacke, and filthy, did appeare;
But when he hearde of harme he wexcd wondrous Unseemly man to please fair ladies eye :
glad. Yet he of ladies oft was loved deare, When fairer faces were bid ftanden by.
All in a kirtle of discoloured say O who does know the bent of womens fantasy? He clothed was, ypaynted full of eies; xxv.
And in his bofume fecretly there lay la a greene gowne he clothed was full faire, An hateful snake, the which his taile uptyes Which underneath did hide his filthiness;
In many folds, and mortall iting implyes.
Still as he rede, he gnasht his teeth to fee