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But dreadful furies, which their chains have brast Some cursed vengeaunce on his sodne to cast : And damined fyrights fent forth to make ill men From furging gulf two monsters ftreight were aghalt.


With dread whereof his chafing steedes aghalt, By that fame way the direfull dames doe drive Both charett swifte and huntsman overcast. Their mournefull charere, fiid with rusty blood, His goodly corps, on ragged cliffs yrent, And downe to Plutoes hous are crme bilive; Was quite dismembred, and his members chast Which passing through, on every side thein food Scattered on every mountaine as he went, The trembling ghosts with fad amazed mood, That of Hippolytus was lefte no moniment, Chuttring their iron reeth, and staring wide With stonie eic3; and all the hellish brood

His cruel step-dame seeing what was donne Of feends infernal flockt on every side, (ride. Her wicked daies with wretched knife did end, To gaze on erthly wight that with the Night durft In death avowing the innocence of her fonne :

Which hearing, his rash syre began to rend They pas the bitter waves of Acheron,

His hearc, and hasty tong, that did offund; Where many foules fit wailing woefully,

Tho gathering up the reliqucs of his smart And come to fiery food of Phlegeton,

By Dianes meanes, who was Hippolyes frend, Whereas the danined ghosts in torments fry, Them brought to Aesculape, that by his art And with sharp thrilling shrickes doth bootleste Did heale them all againe, and ioyned every part.

cry, Cursing high love, the which them thither sent. Such wondrous fcience in mens witt to rain The house of endlesie Paine is built thereby, When Tove avized, that could the dead revive, In which ten thousand sorts of punishment And fates expired could renew again, The curfed creatures doe eternally torment, Of endleffe life he might him not doprive,

But unto hell did thrust him downe alve, Before the threshold dreadfult Cerbcrys

With flashing thunderbolt ywounded fore; His three deformed heads did lay along,

Where long remaining, he did alwaics strive Curled with thousand adders venemous,

Himselfe with falves to health for to restore, And filled forth his bloody faming tong :

And take the heaven.y fire that raged everatorer At them he gan to reare his bristles strong, And felly gnarre, until Dayes enemy

T'nere auncient Night arriving, did alight Did him appease; then downe his caile he hong, From her nigh-weary wayne, and in her armes And suffered them to passen quietly ;

To Æsculapius brought the wounded knight ; For she in helt and beaven had power equally. Whom having softly disaraid of armes,

Tho gan to him discover all his harmes, There tras (xion turned on a wheele,

Befecching him with prayer and with praise, For daring tempt the queene of heaven to fin; If either falves, or oyles, or herbes, or charmes, and Sisyphus an huge round stone did reele A fordonne wight from dore of death mote raife, Against an hill, ne might from labour lin; He would at her ecqueft prolong her nephews There thirty Tantalus hong by the chin,

dares. And Tityus fed a vultur on his maw; Typhaus ioynts were stretched on a gin, “ Ah! Dame," quoth hc, “thou temptest me in Theseus condemad to endleffe flouth by law;

“ vaine And fifty fifters water in leake vessels draw. “ To dare the thing which daily yet I rew;

“ And the old cause of my continued paine They all beholding worldly wights in place, “ With like attempt to like end to renew. Lave off their worke, unmindfull of their fmart, “ Is not enough that thruft from heaven dew Tn gaze on them; who forth by them do pace, “ Here endleñe penaunce for one fault l pay, Till they be come unto the furthest part,

“ But tbat redoubled crime with vengeance new Where was a cave ywrought by wondrous art, “ Thou biddeft me to eeke? can Night defray Leepe, darke, uneasy, dolefull, comfortleffe, « The wrath of thundring love that rules both In which Lad Æsculapius far apart

“ night and day?" Emprisond was in chaines remedilesse, For that Hippolytus' rent corse he did redresse. “ Not so," quoth fre; “ but fith that heaven's

king Hippolytus a jolly huntsman was,

" From hope of heaven hath thee excluded quight, That woot in charett chace the foming bore; Why fearest thou, that canst not hope for thing? He all his peers in beauty did surpas,

“ And fearest not that more thee hurten might, But love as loffe of time forbore :

“ Now in the powre of everlasting Night ? His wanton stepdame loved him the more; “ Go to then, O thou far-renowned sonne But when the saw her offred sweets refusd, “ Of great Apolo! few thy famous might Her love the currd to hate, and him before “ In medicine, that els hath to thee wonne Ha father fierce of treason false acculd,

“ Great pains, and greater praise, both never to be Ard with her gealous termes his open cares aburd, “ donne." XXXVIII.

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His cunning hand gan to his wounds to lay

XLIX And all things els the which his art did tcach: All these together in one heape were throwne, Which having seene, from thence arose away Like carcases of beaftes in butchers (tall; The mother of dredd Darknesse, and let stay And in another curner wide were ftrowne Aveugles sonne there in the leaches cure;

The antique ruins of the Romanes fall; And bake recourning took her wonted way, Great Romulus, the grandsyre of them all; To ronne her timely race, whilft Phæbus pure, Proud Tarquin, and too lordly Lentulus; In westerne waves his weary wagon did recure. Stout Scipio, and stubborne Hanniball,

Ambitious Sylla, and sterne Marius; The falfe Duessa, leaving noyous Night,

High Cæsar, great Pompey, and fiers Antonius. Return to stately palace of dame Pryde, Where when she came, she found the Faery knight | Amongst these mightie men were wemen mixt,

Departed thence; albee (his woundes wyde Proud wemen, vain, forgetfull of their yoke : • Not thoroughly heald) unready were to ryde. The hold Semiramis, whose sides transfixt

Good cause he had to hasten thence away ; With sonnes own blade her fowle reproches spoke; For on a day his wary dwarfe had spyde

Fayre Sthenobæa, that herself did choke Where in a dungeon deep huge niombers lay With wilfull chord, for wanting of ber will; Of caytive wretched thralls, that wayled night and High-minded Cleopatra, that with Itroke day;

Of aspes fing her selfe did stoutly kill; [Gill:

And thousands moe the like, that did that dongeon A ruefull fight as could be seen with eie; Of whom he learned had in secret wise

Besides the endlesse routes of wretched thralles, The hidden cause of their captivitie;

Which thether were assembled day by day, How, mortgaging their lives to Coverise;

From all the world after their wofull falles, Through waftfull pride and wanton riotise, Through wicked pride, and wasted welthes decay. They were by law of that proud tyrannesse, But most of all, which in that dongeon lay, Provokt with wrath, and Envyes false surmise, Fell from high princes courtes and ladies bowres, Condemned to that dongeon mercilesse,

Where they in ydle pomp or wanton play Where they should live in wo, and dye in wretch-Consumed had their goods and thriftleffe howres, ednesse.

And lastly throwne themselves into these heavy

There was that great proud king of Babylon,
That would compell all nations to adore,

Whose case whenas the carefull dwarfe had tould, And him as onely God to call upon,

And made enfample of their mournfull fight Till through celestiall doome, thrown out of dore, Unto his maister, he no lenger would Into an oxe he was transformd of yore :

There dwell in perill of like painefull plight, There also was king Cræsus, that enhaunst But carly rose, and ere that dawning light His hart too high through his great richesse store; Discovered had the world to heaven wyde, And proud Antiochus, the which advanst

He by a privy pofterne tooke his flight, His cursed hand gainst God, and on his altares That of no envious eyes he mote be spyde ; daunft :

For doubtlesse death cnlewd if any him defcryde.







And them long time before, great Nimrod was, Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way,
That first the world with sword and fire warrayd; For many corses, like a great lay-stall,
And after him old Ninus far did pas

Of murdred men which therein Itrowed lay, In princely pomp, of all the world obayd :

Without remorse of decent funerall, There also was that mightie monarch layd Which al through that great princesse pride did fall, Low under all, yet above all in pride,

And came to shamefull end : and them belyde, That name of native fyre did fowle upbrayd, Forth ryding underneath the caftell wall, And would as Ammon's sonne be magnifide, A donghill of dead carcases he spyde, Till scornd of God and man a Ihamefull death he | The dreadfull spectacle of that sad house of Pryde.






From lawlesse Luft by wondrous grace
Fayre Una is releast;
Whom salvage nation docs adore,
And learnes her wise beheast.



As when a ship, that Alyes fayre under fayle, With fawning words he courted her a while," An hidden rock escaped hath unwares,

And looking lovely, and oft sighing fore, That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile, Her constant hart did tempt with diverse guile ; The mariner yet half amazed stares

But wordes, and lookes, and fighs, she did abhore, At perill past, and yet in doubt ne dares

As rock of diamond stedfast evermore. To ioy at his fool-hapie oversight;

Yet for to feed his fyrie lustfull eye, So doubly is diftreft twixt ioy and cares

He snatcht the vale that hong her face before; The dreadlefse corage of this Elfin knight, Then gan her beautie shyne as brightest skye, Having escapt to fad ensamples in his fight. And burnt his beastly hart t'enforce her chastitye. Yet fad he was that his too haftie speed

So when he saw his flattring arts to fayle, The fayre Duess' had forst him leave behind; And subtile engines bett from batterce, And yet more sad that Una his deare drced, With greedy furce he gan the fort afsayle, Her truth had staynd with treasun To uukind, Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee, Yet crime in her could never creature find : And win rich spoile of ransackt chastitee. But for his love, and for her owne selfe fake, Ah, heavens! that doe this hideous act behold, She wardred had from one to other Ynd, And heavenly virgin thus outraged see, Him for to secke, ne ever would forsake,

How can yo vengeance iust so long withhold, Till her unwares the fiers Sanfloy did overtake : And hurle not flashing flames upon that paynim

bold? Who, after Archimagoes fowle defeat, Led her away into a forest wilde,

The pitteous mayden, carefull, comfortlessc, And turning wrathfull fyre to luffull heat, Does throw out thrilling shrieks ar à shrieking cryes, With beastly fin thought her to have defilde, (The last vaine helpe of wemens great distresse) And made the vallall of his pleasures vilde ; And with loud plaintes importuneth the skyes, Yet first he cast by treatie and by traynes

The molten ftarres do drop like weeping eyes; Her to persuade that stubborne fort to yielde; And Phæbus flying fo most shamefull light, For greater conquest of hard love he gayncs, His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes, That workes it to his will, then he that it con- | And hydes for shame. What witt of mortall wight Itraines.

Can now devise to quitt a thrall from such a plighe?



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So from the ground me fearelefre doth arise, Eternall Providence, exceeding thought,

And walketh forth without suspect of crime : Where none appears can make her selfe a way: They all as glad as birdes of ioyous pryme A wondrous way it for this lady wrought, Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing round, From lyons clawes to pluck the gryped pray. Shouting, and singing all a shepheard's ryme, Her shrill outcryes and shrieks so loud did bray, And with greene brannches {trowing all the ground, That all the woodes and forestes did resownd : Doworship her as queene, with olive girlond cround. A troupe of Faunes and Satyres far away Within the wood were dauncing in a rownd, And all the way their merry pipes they sound, Whiles old Sylvanus slept in shady arber sownd : That all the woods with double eccho ring.

And with their horned feet doe weare the ground, Who, when they heard that pitteous strained voice, Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant spring: In haste forfvoke their rurall meriment,

So towards old Sylvanus they her bring; And ran towards the far-rebownded noyce, Who with the noyse awaked commeth out To weet what wight so loudly did lament., To weet the cause, his weake steps governing, Unto the place they come incontinent;

And aged limbs, on cypresse staddle stout, Whom when the raging Sarazin cspyde,

.Ind with an yvie twine his walte is girt about. A rude, mishapen, monstrous rablement, Whose like he never saw, he durft not byde, Far off he wonders what them makes so glad; But got his ready steed, and fast away gan ryde. Or Bacchus merry fruit they did invent,

Or Cybeles franticke rites have made them mad : The wyld wood-gods, arrived in the place, They drawing nigh unto their god present There find the virgin doolfull, defolate,

That flowre of fayth a id beautie excellent : With ruffled rayments and fayre blubbred face, The god himselfe viewing that mirrhour rare, As her outrageous foe had left her late,

Stood long aniazd, and burnt in his intent : And trembling yet through feare of former hate : His owne fayre Dyrope now he thinkes not faire, All stand amazed at so uncouth sight,

And Pholoe fowle, when her to this he doth comAnd gin to pittie her unhappie state;

paire. All stand astoined at her beautie bright, In their rude eyes unworthy of so woefull plight. The wood-borne people fall before her flat,

And worship her as goddesse of the wood, She more amazd in double dread doth dwell, And old Sylvanus' selfe bethinkes not what And every tender part for feare does shake : To thynke of wight so fayre, but gazing stond, As when a greedy wolfe, through honger fell, In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly broode: A seely lamb far from the flock does take,

Sometimes Dame Venus selfe he seemes to see, Of whom he meanes hio bloody feast to make, But Venus never had so fober mood; A lyon fpyes faft running towards him,

Sometimes Diana he her takes to be, [knee. The innocent pray in hast he does forsake, But misseth bow and Shaftes, and buskins to her Which quite from death, yer quakes in every lim, With chaunge of feare to fee the lyon looke fo grim. By vew of her he ginneth to revive

His ancient love and deareft Cypariffe, Such fearfull fitt affaid her trembling hart; And calles to mind his pourtraiture alive, Ne word to speake, ne ioynt to move, she had; How fayre he was, ar.d yet not fayre to this; The salvage nation feele her secret smart,

Ind how he New with glauncing dart amisse And read her forrow in her count'nance sad; A gentle hynd, he which the lovely boy Their frowning forheads with rough hornes yclad, Did love as life, above all wordly bliste; And rustick horror all afyde doe lay, .

For griefe whereof the lad n'ould after joy, And gently grenning lhew a semblance glad But pynd away in anguish and selfe-wild annoy. To comfort her; and feare to put away, (obay. Their backward-bent knecs, teach her humbly to The woody Nymphes, faire Hamadryades,

Her to behold do thether runne apace, The doubtfull damzell dare not yet committ And all the troupe of light-foot Naiades, Her fingle person to their barbarous truth, Flocke all about too see her lovely face ; But still iwixt feare and hope amazd does fitt, But when they vewed have her heavenly grace, Late learnd what harme to hafty truth ensu'th : They envy her in their nialicious mind, They, in compassion of her tender youth,

And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace; And wonder of her beauty foverayne,

But all the Satyres scorne their woody kind, Are worne with pitty and unwonted ruth, And henceforth nothing faire but her on cartii And, all proftrate upon the lowly playne,

they find.
Doe kiffe her feete, and fawne on her with coun-
t'nance fayne.

Glad of such lucke, the lukelefíe lucky maçı

Did her content to please their feeble eyes, Their harts she gheffeth by their humble guise, And long time with that falvage people fayd, And yieldes her to extremitic of time;

To gather brea:h in many miseryes:











During which time her gentle wit she plyes Nor too much to provoke: for he would learne
To teach them truth, which worship her in vaine, The lyon stoup to him in lowly wise,
And made her th' image of idolatryes;

(A lesson hard) and make the libbard sterne But when their bootelesle zcale she did restrayne Leave roaring, when in rage he for revenge did From her own worship, they her afsc would worfhip fayne.

And for make his power approved more, It fortuned a noble warlike knight

Wyld beastes in yorn yokes he would compell; By iuft occasion to that forrest came,

The spotted panther, and the tusked bore, To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right, The pardale Twift, and the tigre cruell, From whence he tooke lis well-deferved name : The antelope and wolfe, both fiers and fell, He had in armes abroad wonne muchell fame; And them constraine in equall teme to draw. And fild far lapdes with glory of his might; Such ioy he had their stubborne harts to quell, Plain, faithfull, true, and enimy of shane, And stardie courage came with dreadfull aw, And ever lov'd to fight for ladies right,

That his beheast they scared as a tyran's law, But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight.

His loving mother came upon a day A Sa'yres sonne, yborn in forref wyld,

Unto the woodes, to see her little sonne, By Iraunge adventures as it did betyde,

And chaunft unwares to meet him in the way, And there begotten of a lady myld,

After his sportes and cruell pastime donne, Fayre Thyan;is, the daughter of Labryde, When after him a loyonelle did runne, That was in sacred bandes of wedlocke tyde, That roaring all with rage did lowd requere To Therion, a loose unruly swayne,

Her children deare, whom he away did wonne;
Who had more ioy to raunge che forrest wyde, The lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare,
And chase the salvage beaste with busic payne, And lull in rugged armes withouten childish fcare.
Then serve his ladies love, and waste his pleasures

The fearfull dame all quaked at the sight,

And turning backe gan fast to fly away,
The forlorne mayd did with loves longing burne, Until with love revokt from vaine affright,
And could not lacke her lover's company; She hardly yet persuaded was to stay,
But to the wood the goes, to serve her turne, And then to him these womanish words gan say;
And lecke her spouse, that from her still docs ily, “ Ah, Satyrane! my dearling and my ioy,
And followes other game and venery :

“ For love of me leave off this dreadfull play; A Satyre chaunft her wandring for to find, “ To dally thus with death is no fitt toy : And kindling coles of luit in brutish eye, “ Go find some other play-fellows, mine own The loyall linkes of wedlocke did unbinde,

sweet boy.” And made her person thrall unto his beasily kind.

In these and like delightes of bloody game So long in secret cabin there he held

He trayned was, till ryper years he raught, Her captive to his sensuall desyre,

And there abode, whyllt any' beast of name Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld, Walkt in that forrest, whom he had not taught And bore a boy unto that falvage fire;

To fear his force; and then his courage haught Then home he suffred her for to retyre,

Defyrd of foreine foemen to be knowne, For ransome leaving him the late-born childe, And far abroad for straunge adventures sought, Whom, till to ryper years he gan aspyre,

In which his might was never overthrowne, He noulled up in life and maners wilde,

But through al Faery Lond his famous worth was Emongst wild beaftes and woods, from lawes of blowne, men exilde.

Yet evermore it was his maner faire, For all he taught the tender ymp was but After long labours and adventures spent, To banish cowardize and bastard ftare;

Unto those native woods for to repaire, His trembling hand he would him force to put To see his fyre and ofspring auncient; Upon the lyon and the rugged beare,

And now he thether came for like intent, And from the she-bcares teats her whelps to teare ; Where he unawares the faireft Una found, And eke wyld roaring buls he would him make (Straunge lady, in so ftraunge habiliment) To tame, and ryde their backes, not made to beare; Teaching the Satyres, which her fat arou And the robuckes in flight to overtake,

Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did That everie beast for feare of him did fly and quake. redound. Thereby so fearlesse and so fell he grew, He wondered at her wisedome hevenly rare, That his own syre, and maister of his guise, Whose like in womens wit he never knew ; Did often uremble at his horrid vew,

And when her curteous deeds he did compare, And oft for dread of hurt would him advise Gan her admire, and her fad sorrows rew, The angry bcastes not rafhly to despise,

Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw,






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