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u thee grace;
And ever with low pace the knight did lead, Who taught his trampling steed with equal steps He stayd not lenger calke, but with fierce yre to tread.
And zealous hafte away is quickly gone
To seeke that knight, where him that crafty (quy Such whenas Archimago them did view,
Supposd to be. They do arrive anone, He weened well to worke fomc uncouth wyle; Where fate a gentle lady all alone, Eftfoones untwisting his deceiptfull clew,
With garments rent, and heare discheveled, He gan to weave a web of wicked guyle, Wringing her handes, and making piteous mon And with faire countenance and flattring ftyle Her fwollen eyes were much disfigured, To them approaching, thus the knight befpake; And her faire face with teares was fowly blu “ Fayre Sonne of Mars ! that seeke with warliko bered.
fpoyle * And great atchievments, great yourselfe to make, The knight approaching nigh, thus to her said, “ VouchCase to stay your feed for humble mifers “ Faire Lady! through fowle forrow ill bedigh “ fake."
“ Greate pitty is to fee you thus dismayd,
“ And marre the blossom of your beauty brigh He ftayd his steed for hunible misers sake, “ Forthe appease your griefe and heavy plight, And badd eell on the tenor of his playnt ; “ And tell the cause of your conceived payne ; Who faigning then in every limb to quake “ For if he live, that hath you doen despight, Through inward feare, and seeming pale and faint, “ He shall you doe dew recompense agayne, With piteous mone his piercing speech gan paint; “ Or els his wrong with greater puiffance mai « Dear Lady! how shall I declare thy cace,
(tain “ Whome late I left in languorous constraynt ? Which when she heard, as in despightfall wife, “ Would god thyselfe now present were in place, She wilfully her forrow did augment, " 'To tell this ruefull tale; thy light could win And offred hope of comfort did despise :
Her golden lockes most cruelly the rent,
And scratche her face with ghaftly dreriment " Or father woald, (O would it so had chaunst!) Ne would the speake, ne see, ne yet be seen, « 'That yox, most noble Sir! had present beene But hid her visage, and her head downe bent, « When that lewd rybauld, with vile lust advaunst, Either for grevous shame, or for great teens, “ Laid first his filthie hands on virgin clcene, As if her hart with forrow had transfixed beene “ To spoyle her dainty corps so faire and shecne, “ As on the earth, great mother of us all, Till her that squyre bespake; “ Madam, my lie “ With living eye inore fayre was never fecne " For God's deare love be not so wilfull bent, “ Of chastity and honorr virginall :
“ But doe vouchsafe now to receive rcliefe, " Witnes ye Heav'ns! whom he in vaine to help “ The which good Fortune doth to you prefet « did call,"
“ For what bootes it to weepe and to waymer
“ When ill is chaunst, but doth the ill increase “ How may it be,” sayd then the knight balfe And the weake minde with double woe o “ wroth,
« ment." of 'That knight frould knighthood ever to have When the her squyre heard fpeake, the gan “ None but that saw," quoth he, “ would wecne Her voluntarie paine, and feele fome secret eal
“ for troth, “ Hoov shanefully that mayd he did torment : Eftfoone she faid, " Ah! gentle truftie Squyre, “ Her looter golden lockes he rudely rent, " What comfort can I wofull wretch conceave " And drew her on the ground, and his Charpe " Or why should ever I henceforth defyre « fword
" To see faire heaven's face, and life not leave ¢ Against her fuowy brest he fiercely bent, “ Sith that false traytour did my honour reave " And threatned death with many a bloodie word; “ False traytor, certes,” saide the Faerie knigh! “ Tonge hates to tell the rest that eye to see ab " I read the man, that ever would deceave « hord."
“ A gentle lady, or her wrong through might;
“ Death were too litle paine for fuch a fowle Therewith amoved from his fober mood,
· spight. “ And lives be yet,” said he, “ chat wrought « this act,
“ But now, fayre Lady! comfort to you brake " And doen the heavens afford him vitall food ?” “ And reade who hach ye wrought this bar “ He lives," quoth he," and boafteth of the fact,
“ full plight, “ Ne yet hath any knighe his courage crackt." " That short revenge the man may overtake, " Where may that treachour, then,” said he,“ be “ Wherefo he be, and soone upon him light."
« Certes," saide she, “ I woce not how he hig! “ Or by what means may I his footing tra& ?": “ But under him a gray steede he did wield, “ Thai Mall I shew," fayd he, “ as fure as hound " Whose fides with dapled cireles weren dight “ T'he stricken deare, doch chaleng by the bleed " Upright he rode, and in his filver field (tiel ing wound."
“ He bore'a bloodie crosse, that quarter'd all
Now by my head,” faide Guyon, “ much I " Lo yonder he," cryde Archimage alowd, * muse,
“ That wrought the shamefull fact which I did * How chat fame knight should doe so fowlc amis, " Or ever gentle damzell fo abuse;
" And now he doth himselfe in secret fhrowd, " For may 1 boldly say, he furely is
To fly the vengeaunce for his outrage dew : " A rigte good knight, and trew of word ywis: “ But vaine ; for he fall dearely do him rew; « I present was, and can it witnesse well, « So God ye speed, and send you good successe, "When armes he swore, and streight did enterpris“ Which we far off will here abide to vew." # Th’adventure of the errant damozell,
So they him left inflam'd with wrathfulnesse, * In which he hath great glory wonne, as I heare That Atreight againft that knight his fpeare he did
Nathleffe he shortly shall againe be tryde, Who seeing him from far so ficrce to pricke, * And fairely quit him of the imputed blame; His warlike arms about him gan embrace, “ Els be ye sure he dearely fall abyde,
And in the rest his ready speare did sticke; * Or make you good amendment for the same : Tho whenas &ill he saw him towards pace, “ All wrongs have mendes, but no amendes of He gan rencounter him in equal race. * fhame.
They bene ymett, both ready to affrap, " Now therefore, Lady, rise out of your paine, When suddeinly that warriour gan abace * And see the salving of your blotted naine." His chrearned fpeare, as if some new mishap Full loth fhe stemd thereto, but yet did faine ; Had him betide, or hidden danger did entrap; For the was inly glad her purpose fo to gaine.
And cryde, “ Mercie, Sir Knight! and mercie, Her purpose was not such as fhe did faine,
« Loril! Ne yet her perfon such as it was seene ;
u For mine offence and hecdelerle hardiment, But under fimple Thew and semblant plaine “ That had almost committed crime abhord, Larkt false Duella secretly unseene,
" And with reprochful Ahame mine honour fhene As a chatte virgin that had wronged beene : " Whiles cursed steele against that badge I bent, So had fake Archimago her disguifd,
" The facred badge of my Redeeiner's death, To cloke her guile with sorrow and fad teene, “ Which on your shield is set for ornament.” And eke himselfe had craftily devild
But his fierce foe hiç ftced could stay uneath, To be het squire, and to do her service well aguisd. Who prickt with courage kene did cruell battell XXI,
breath. Her late forlorne and naked he had found, Where the did wander in waste wildernesse, But when he heard him speake, freightway he Lurking in rockes and caves far under ground, knew And with greene mosle cov'ring her nakednefle, His errour; and, himselfe inelyning, fayd, To hide her frame and loathly filthinesse, “ Ah! deare Sir Guyon, well becometh you, Sith her Prince Arthur of proud ornaments * But me behoveth rather to upbrayd, And borrowd beauty spoyld : her patheleffc " Whose halty hand so far from reason Itrayd, Th'enchauster finding fit for his intents
« That almost it did haynous violence Did thus reves, and deckt with due habilimenti. “ On that fayre ymage of that heavenly mayd
" That decks and armes your shield with faire For all he did was to deceive good knights,
“ defence : And draw them from pursuit of praise and fame, “ Your court'sie takes on you anothers dew of To flug in flouth and senspall delights,
And entertaine themselves with court'fies meet. of such, as sertucs like more unto him all ye, Then saide the Red-crosse knight, “ Now mote I So now he Guyon guydes an uncouth way, “ Sir Guyon, why with fo fierce faliaunce, Through woods and mountaines, till they came “ And fell intent, ye did at earst nie meet ; at last
“ For fith I know your goodly gouvernaunce, Into a picasant dale, that lowly lay
“ Great cause, I weene, you guided, or some un. Beiwixt two hils, whose high heads overplast
« couth chaunce." The valley did with coole Thade overcait ; Through midft thereof a little river rold, “ Certes," faid he, “ well motel fame to tell By which there fate a knight with helme unlaste,“ 'The fond encheason that me hether led; Himselfe refreshing with the liquid cold,
A false infamous faitour late befell Niter his travell long and labours manifold. “ Me for to meet, ihat seemed ill beled,
(6 to me,
“ And playnd of grievous outrage, which he red
XXIVI. " A knight had wrought against a lady gent ; “ But if that carelesse hevens," quoth she, " de " Which to avenge, he to this place me led,
“ spise « Where you he made the marke of his intent, “ The doome of iust revenge, and take delight « And now is filed: foule shame him follow wher “ To see sad pagcaunts of men's miseries, « he went."
“ As bownd by them to live in lives despight,
“ Yet can they not warnc death fium wretched So can he turne his carnest unto game,
wight. Through goodly handling and wise temperaunce. “ Come then, come soone, come, sweetest Death, By this his aged guide in prcfence came, Who fuone as on that knight his eye did glaunce, “ And take away this long lent loathed light: Eftsoones of him had perfect cognizaunce,
“ Sharpe bc thy wounds, but sweete the medicines Sith him in Faery Court he late avis'd; And said, Fayre Sonne : God give you happy “ That long captived soules from weary thraldomo u chaunce,
“ frce. " And that deare crosse "ppon your shield de“ Wherewith above all knights ye goodly seeme “ But thou, sweete Babc! whom frowning froward aguizd.
“ Hath made sad witnesse of thy father's fall, " loy may you have and everlasting fame, « Sith heven thee deignes to hold in living state, « Of late most hard atchiev'ment by you donne, Long mailt thou live, and better thrive withall, “ For, which enrolled is your glorious nan'c “ Then to thy lucklesse parents did befall : " In heavenly registers above the sunne,
“ Live thou, and to thy mother dead attest, « Where you a faint with saints your seat have " That cleare she dide from blemish criminall;
“ Thy little hands enibrewd in bleeding breft “ But wretched we, where ye have left your “ Loe I for pledges leave. So give me leave te "" marke,
" rest." « Most now anew begin like race to ronne. “ Got guide thee, Guyon, well to end thy warke, With that a deadly shrieke she forth did throw, " And to the wished haven bring thy weary That through the wood re-echoed againe, « barke.”
And after gave a grone fo deepe and low,
That seemd her tender heart was reat in twaine, “ Palmer," him answered the Red-crofle knight, Or thrild with point of thorough-piercing paine : “ His be the praise that this atchiev'ment wrought, As gentle hynd, whose sides with cruell steele “ Who made my hand the organ of his might; Through launched, forth her bleeding life does “ More than goodwill to me attribute nought,
raine, “ For all I did, I did but as I ought."
Whiles the sad pang approaching she does feele, “ But you, faire Sir! whose pageant next en Braies out her latest breath, and up her eies doch « fewes,
seele. “ Welt mote yee thee, as well can wish your thought,
That home ye may, report thrise happy newes; Which when that warriour heard, dismounting « For well ye worthy bene for worth and gentle
straict " thewes."
From his tall steed, he rushe into the chick,
And soone arrived where that sad pourtraidt So courteous conge both did give and take, Of death and dolour lay, halfe dead, halfe quick; With right hands plighted, pledges of good will; In whose white alabaster breft did fick Then Guyon forward gan his voyage make A cruell knife, that made a griesly wownd, With his blacke palmer, that him guided fill; From which forth gulht a stream of gore blood Still he him guided over dale and hill,
thick, And with his steedy staffe did point his way; That all her goodly garments staind arownd, His race with reason, and with words his will, And into a deepe sanguine dide the graffy grownd. From fowle intemperaunce he ofte did stay, And sufsred not in wrath his halty steps to stray. Pitifull spectacle of deadly smart,
Beside a bubling fountaine low she lay, In this faire wize they traveild long yfere, Which she increased with her bleeding hart, Through many hard affayes which did betide, And the cleane waves with purple gore did ray; Of which he honour still away did bcare,
Als in her lap a lovely babe did play
For in her Itreaming blood he did embay
The dead corse of an armed knight was sprede
Whose armour all with blood besprincled was; And after many bitter throbs did throw;
With lips full pale, ard foltring rong opprest,
“ To lett a weary wretch from her dew reft, Fitt to enflame faire lady with loves rage ; " and trouble dying soules tranquilitee : But that fiers Fate did crop the blossome of his age. “ Take not away now got, which none would give
XLII. Whom when the good Sir Guyon did behold, His hart gan were as ftarke as marble stone, « Ah! far be it,” said he, “ deare Dame, fro mec, And his fresh blood did frieze with fearefull cold, " To hinder foule from her desired rek, Tha: all his sences seem'd bereft attone :
" Or hold sad life in long captivitee; At laft his mighty ghost gan deepe to grone, “ For all I seeke is but to have redrest As lion, grudging in bis great disdaine,
“ The bitter pangs that doth your heart infett. Mournes inwardly, and makes to himselfe mone;" Tell then, O Lady! tell what fatall priefe Til ruth ana fraile affection did constraine “ Hath with fo huge misfortunes you opprest, His ftout courage to stoupe, and thew his inward “ That I may cast to compas your reliefe, paine.
« Or die with you in Sorrow, and partake your ILIIT
griefe.” Out of her gored wound the cruell steel He lightly (natcht, and did the foodgate stop With feeble hands then stretched forth on hye, With his faire garment; then gan softly feel As Heven accusing guilty of her death, Her feeble pulle, to prove if any drop
And with dry drops congealed in her eye, Of living blood yet in her veynes did hop; In these fad wordes she spent her utmost breach ; Which when he felt to move, he hoped faire “ Heare, then, O Man! the sorrows that upeath To call backe life to her forsaken thop;
“ My tong can tell, so far all sence they fas; So well he did her deadly wounds repaire, “ Loe this dead corpse, that lies here underneath, That at the last The gan to breath out living aire. “ The gentlest knight that ever o greene gras
“ Gay steed with spurs did pricke, the good Sir Which he perceiving greatly gan reioice,
“ Mordant was. And goodly counsell (that for wounded hatt Is meetest med'cine) tempred with swecte voice; “ Was (ay the while, that he is not so now!) * Ay me! deare Lady, which the ymage art “ My lord, my love, my deare lord, my deare love, “ of ruefull pitty and impatient smart,
“ So long as Hevens iuft with equall brow * What direfull chaunce, armd with avenging face, “ Vouchsafed to behold us from above, " Or cursed hand, hath plaid this cruell part, “ One day when him high corage did emmove, « Thus fowle to haften your untimely date? (As wont ye knightes to fceke adventures wilde) * Speake, 0 dear Lady! speak : help never comes “ He pricked forth his puissant force to prove, “ too late.”
“ Me then he left enwombed of this childe, xtv.
“ This luckless childe, whom thus yc sec with blood Therewith her dim eie-lids lhe up gan reare,
" defild. On which the drery death did fitt, as sad As lump of Icad, and made darke clouds appeare : “ Him fortuned (hard fortune, ye may ghesse) But when as him, all in bright armour clad, “ To come where vile Acrafia does wonne ; Before her standing lhe espied had,
Acrasia, a false enchaunteresse, As one out of a deadly drcame affright,
“ That many errant knights hath fowle fordonnes She weakely started, yet she nothing drad; “ Within a wandring ifland, that doth ronne Streight downe againe herselfe in great despight “ And stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is : She groveling threw to ground, as hating life and “ Fayre Sir! if ever there ye travell, shonne light.
" The cursed land where many wend amis, XLVI.
“ And know it by the name; it hight the Bowre The gentle knight her soone with carefull paine
“ of Blis.
“ Wherewith the makes her lovers dronken mad, And to her said, “ Yet if the stony cold
“ And then with words and wcedes of wondroup * Have not all seized on your frozen hart,
night, * Let one word fall that may your grief unfold, « On them the workes her will to uses bad: * And tell the secrete of your mortail smart : " My liefest lord she thus beguiled had, ** He oft' finds present helpe who does his griefe “ For he was fleth; (all felh doth frayltie breed) « impari."
" Whom when I heard to beene so ill beitad,
(Weake wretch) I wrapt myselfe in palmer's Then cafting up a deadly looke, full low
[great dreed. She leigh's from boccome of her wounded brest, “ And cast to seek him forth through danger and
“ Robs Reason of her dew regaletie, !! Now had fayre Cynthia by' even tournes “ And makes it servaunt to her baseft part: “ Full measured three quarters of her yeare, “ The Irong it weakens with infirmitie, “ And thrise three cymes had filld her crooked “ And with bold furie armes the weakest hart : “ hornes,
« The strong through pleasure Coonest falles, the “ Whenas my wombe her burdein would forbeare, “ weake through smart."
And bad me call Lucina to me neare. “ Lucina came: a manchild forth I brought; “ But 'Temperaunce,"said he,“ with golden squire, “ The woods, the nymphes, my bowres, my mid-“ Betwixt them both can measure out a meane, " wives I weare,
“ Nether to melt in pleasures whott desyre, “ Hard help at need. So deare thee, Babe! I "Nor frye in hartlesle griefe and dolefull tene: “ bought ;
“ Thrise happyman: who fares them both atwecne. “ Yet nought too dear I deemd, while so my deare “ But fith this wretched woman, overcome "I sought.
“ Of anguish, rather than of crime hath bene,
" Reserve her cause to her eternall doome, “ Him so I fought, and so at last I fownd, “ And in the meane vouchsafe her honorable “ Where' him that witch had thralled to her will, " toombe.” " In chaines of luft and lewde desyres y bownd, “ And so transformed from his former skill, « Palmer," quoth he, “ death is an equall doome “ That me he knew not, neither his owne ill; “ To good and bad, the common inne of ret; “ Tillthrough wise handling and faire governaunce, “ But after death the tryall is to come, “ I him recured to a better will,
« When best shall bee to them that lived best : “ Purged from drugs of fowle intemperaunce ; “ But both alike, when death hath both supprest, " Then meanes I gan devisc for his deliverance. Religious reverence doth buriall teene, Lv.
“ Which whoso wants wants so much of his reft " Which when the vile enchaunteresse perceivd “ For all so great fame after death I weene, “ How that ủy lord from her I would reprive, “ As felfe to dyen bad, unburied bad to becne." " With cup thus charmd him parting the deceiv'd; * Sad verse, give death to him that death dees give; So both agree their bodies to engrave : • And losse of love to her that loves to live, The great carthes wombe they open to the sky, • So fronc as Bacchus with the nymphe does lincke.' And with sad cypresse seemly it embrave “ So parted we, and on our iourney drive, Then covering with a clod their closed eye,
Till coming to this well, he ftoupe to drincke : They lay therein those corses tenderly, “ The èharnie fulfild, dead suddenly he downe did And bid them deepe in everlasting peace : " fincke.
But ere they did their utmost obsequy,
Sir Guyon, more affection to increase, " Which when I wretch"> -Not one word more Bynempt a sacred vow, which none should ay
releace. But breaking off the end for want of breath, And Nyding soft, as downe to sleepe her layd, The dead knight's sword, out of his heath he And ended all her woe in quiet doath.
drew, That seeing, good Sir Guyon could uneath With which he cut a lock of all their heare, Froín'teares abftayne ; for griefe his hart did grate, which medling with their blood and earth, he And from so heavie fight his head did wreath,
threw. Accusing Fortune and too cruell Fate,
Into the grave, and gan devoutly sweare, Which plonged had faire lady in so wretched state. “ Such and such evil God on Guyon reare,
“ And worse and worse, young Orphane! be thy Then turning to his palmer said, “ Old Syre,
payne, « Behold the ymage of mortalirie,
" If I or thou dew vengeance doe forbeare, - And feeble nature cloth'd with fleshly tyre, “ Till guiltie blood her guerdon do obtayne," * When raging passion, with fierce tyranny, So fedding many tears they clofd the earth agayco