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* And did acquite a murdrer felonous,
Ne suffered luft his safety to betray; * The whyles my handes I washt in purity, So goodly did beguile the guyler of his pray. " 'The whyles my soule was soyld with fowle ini" quity."
And now he was so long remained theare,
That vitall powres gan wexe both weakc and wan, Infinit moe tormented in like paine
For want of food and Deepe, which two upbeare, He there beheld, too long here to be told; Like mightie pillours, this frayle life of man, Ne Mammon would there let himn long rernayne, That none without the same enduren can; For terrour of the tortures inanifold,
For now three dayes of men were full out-wrought, In which the damned foules he did behold; Since he this hardy enterprize began; But roughly him bespake : “ Thou fearefull foole, For thy great Mammon fayrely he befought
Why takett not of that same fruite of gold? Into the world to guyde him backe, as he him; * Ne Atteft downe on that fame silver stoole
brought " To rest thy wearie person in the shadow "coole?
The god, though loth, yet was constrayod t' obey
For lenger time then that no living wight All which he did to do him deadly fall
Below the earth might suffred be to stay ; lo frayle intemperaunce through lnfull bayt, So backe againe bim brought to living light : To which, if he inclyned had at all,
But all so soone as his enfeebled spright That dreadfull feend, which did behinde him. Gan fucke this vitall ayre into his brest, wayte,
As overcome with too exceeding might. Would him have rent in thousand pieces strayt; The life did fit away out of her nelt, But he was wars wise in all his way,
And all his fences were with deadly fit opprest. And well perceived his deceiptfull Neight,
THE FAERY QUEENE.
Sir Guyon, layd in (wowne, is by
That bad him come in hafte : he by and by
His feeble feet directed to the cry ; Of highest God! that loves his creatures fo,
Which to that shady delve him brought at last, And all his workes with mercy doth embrace,
Where Mammon earst did funne his threasury; That blessed angels he sends to and fro
There the good Guyon he found slumbring fast To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foc. In senceles dreame, which light at first him fore
aghaft. How oft do they their silver bowers leave 'Io come to succour us that succour want? Beside his head there fatt a faire young man, How oft do they with golden pineons cleave
Of wondrous beauty and of fresheft ycares, The flitting fkyes, like flying pursuivant,
Whose tender bud to blossome new began, Against fowle seendes to agd us militant ?
And flourish faire above his equall peares; They for us fight, they watch and dewly ward, His snowy front curled with golden beares, And their bright Squadrons round about us plant, Like Phæbus' face adornd with funny rayes, And all for love and nothing for reward : Divinely shone, and two fharpe winged fheares, o why should hevenly God to men have such Decked with diverse plumes, like painted jayes, regard?
Were fixed at his backe to cut his ayery wayes. During the while that Guyon did abide
Like as Cupido on Idaean hill,
The world with murdrous spoiles and bloody pray And being on his way, approached neare
With his faire niother he him dights to play, Where Guyon lay in traunce; when suddeinly And with his goodly lifters, Graces three; He heard a voyce that called lowd and cleare, The goddesse, pleased with his wanton play, " Come hether, hether, come hastily!” Suffers herselfe through sleepe beguild to bee, That all the fields resounded with the ruefull cry. The whiles the other ladies mind theyr mery glece
“ Loc where he now inglorious doth lye, Whom when the palmer saw, abasht he was “ To proove he lived il, that did thus fowly die." Through fear and wonder, that he nought could fay,
To whom the palmer fcarelesse answered, Till him the childe bespoke, “ Long lackt, alas! “ Certes, Sir knight, ye bene too much to blame, " Hath bene thy faithfull aide in hard aslay “ Thus for to blott the honour of the dead, " Whiles deadly fitt thy pupill doth dismay “ And with fowle cowardize his carcas shame, " Behold this heavy fight, thou reverend sirc, “ Whose living handes immortalizd his name. « But dread of death and dolor doe away, “ Vile is the vengeaunce on the ashes cold, * For life ere long shall to her honie retire, " And envy base to barke at sleeping fame : * And he that breathlessc scems shall corage bold “ Was never wight that treason of him told; “ respire.
“ Yourselfe his prowesse prov'd, and found hinz
« fiers and bold,” * The charge which God doth unto me arett, " of his deare safety, I to thee commend ; Then said Cymochles, “ Palmer, thou doelt dote, Yet will I not forgoe, ne yet forgett
u Ne canst of prowesse, ne of knighthood deeme, “ The care thereof myselle unto the end,
“ Save as thou feeft or hcarst; but well I wote, But evermore him fuccour and defend
“ That of his puislaunce tryall made extreeme : " Against his foe and mine ; watch thou, I pray; “ Yet gold all is not that doth golden seeme; For evill is at hand him to offend."
“ Ne al good knights that fhake well speare and So having faid, eftsoones he gan display
“ Thiels : His painted nimble winges, and vanisht quite " The worth of all men by their end esteeme, away.
" And then dew praise or dew reproch them yield;
“ Bad therefore 1 him deeme that thus lies dead The palmer seeing his lefte empty place,
on field.” And his low eies beguiled of their fight,
IV. Woxe fore afraid, and standing still a space, “ Good or bad," gan his brother fiers reply, Gaz'd after him, as fowle escapt by Night : " What do I rekk:, fith that he dide entire ? At lat, him turning to his charge behight,
" Or what doth his bad death now satisfy With trembling hand his troubled pulle gan try, “ The greedy hunger of revenging yre, Where finding life not yet dislodged quight, “ Sith wrathfull hand wrought not her owne He much reioyst, and courd it tenderly,
" defire ? As chicken newly hatcht, from dreaded destiny. “ Yet since no way is lefte to wrcake my spight,
" I will him reave of armes, the victor's hire, At last he spide where towards him did pace “ And of that shield, more worthy of good knight; Two paynim knights all armd as bright as skie, " For why should a dead dog be deckt in afmour Add them belide an aged fire did trace,
“ bright?" And far before a light-foote page did lie, That breathed Itrife and troublous enmitie. “ Fayr Sir!" said then the palmer suppliaunt, Those were the two sonnes of Acrates old, “For knighthood's love doe not so fowle a deed, Who meeting carft with Archimago slie
“ Ne blame your honour with fo shamefull vaunt Foreby that idle strond, of him were told
“ Of vile revenge : to spoile the dead of weed That he, which earst them combated was Guyon “ Is sacrilege, and doch all finnes exceed; bold,
“ But leave these relicks of his living might XI.
“ To decke his herce, and trap his tomb-blacke Which to avenge on him they dearly vowd,
“ steede." Where-ever that on ground they mote him find; “ What herce or steed,” said he, “should he have False Archimage provokt their corage prowd,
dight, And ftryfe-ful Atin in their stubborne mind “ But be entombed in the raven or the kight ?" Coles of contention and whot vengeaunce tind. Now bene they come whereas the palmer sate, With that, rude hand upon his field he laid, Keeping that sombring corse to him aslind, And th' other brother gan his helme unlace, Well knew they both his person, sith of late Boch fiercely bent to have him disaraid; With him in bloody armes they rafhly did debate. Till that they spyde where towards them did pace
An armed knight of bold and bountcous grace, Whom when Pyrochles saw, inflam'd with rage Whose squire bore after him an heben launce, That fire he fowl bespake; “ Thou dotard vile, And coverd shield: well kend him so far space “ That with thy brutenesse fhendit thy comely | Th' enchaunter by his armes and amenaonce, age,
When under him he saw his Lybian steed to * Abandon foonc, I read, the caytive spoile
praunce ; " Of that same outcast carcas, that erewhile "Made itfelfe famous through false trechery, And to those brethren sayd, “ Rise, rise bylive, And crownd his coward crest with knightly “ And unto batteil doe yourselves addresse ; Stile;
“ For yonder conies the prowest knight alive,
" Prince Arthur! 'flowre of grace and nobileffe,
XXIV. “ That hath to paynim knights wrought great Sayd he then to the palmer," Reverend syre! “ distresse,
“ What great raisfortuni hath bei idd rhis knight? " And thousand Sar’zins fowly donne to dye.” " Or did his life her fa:all date expyre, That word so deepe did in their harts impresse, “ Or did he fall by treason or by fight? That both eftsoones upstarted furiously,
“ However, fure I rew his pitteous plight." And gan themselves prepare to batteill greedily. “ Not one nor other," said the palmer grave,
“ Hath him befalne, but clouds of deadly night But fiers Pyrochles, lacking his owne sword, “ Awhile his heavy eyelids covered have, The want thereof now grcatly gan tí plaine, “ And all his sences drowned in deepe fenceleste And Archimage befought him that afford Which he had brought for Braggadochio vaine.
XXV. “ So would l,” said th' enchaunter, “glad and “ Which those his cruell foes, that stand hereby, « faine
“ Making advantage, to revenge their spight, “ Beteeme to you this sword, you to defend, “ Would him disarme and treaten shamefully ; “ Or ought that eles your honour might main “ (Unworthie usage of redoubted knight) “ taine,
“ But you, faire Sir! whose hovourable light “ But that this weapon's powre I well have kend “ Doth promise hope of helpe and timely grace, “ To be contrary to the worke which ye intend : « Mote I beseech you to succour his sad plight,
“ And by your powre protect his feeble cace ? “ For that same knight's owne sword this is of “ First prayfe of knighthood is fowle outrage to yore,
i deface.” u which Merlin made by his almightie art " For that his nourfling, when he knighthood “ Palmer," said he,“ no knight so rude, I wcene, “ swore,
“ As to doen outrage to a sleeping ghost ; * Therewith to doen his foes eternall smart: “ Ne was there ever noble corage seene, * The metall first he mixt with medaewart, “ That in advauntage would his puissaunce boft : " That no enchauntment from his dint might fave; “ Honour is least whcre oddes appeareth most. « Then it in flames of Actna wrought apart, “ May bee, that better reason will aswage “ And leven times dipped in the bitter wave “ The rafh revengers heat. Words well dispost « Of hellish Styx, which hidden vertue to it gave. “ Have secret powre t'apease inflamed rage ;
" If not, leave unto me thy knight's last pa« The vertuc is, that neither feele nor stone
“ tronage." “ The stroke thereof from entraunce may defend,
XXVII. “ Ne ever may be used by his fone
Tho turning to those brethren thus bespoke ; “ Ne forft his rightful owner to offend,
“ Ye warlike payre! whose valorous great might, « Ne ever will it breake, ne ever bend;
“ It seemes, nust wronges to vengeaunce doc " Wherefore Morddure it rightfully is hight.
provoke, “ In vaine, therefore, Pyrochles should I lend “ To wrcake your wrath on this dead-seeming “ The same to thee, against his lord to fight;
“knight, “ For sure yt would deceive thy labor and thy “ Mote ought allay the forme of your despight, might."
“ And settle patience in so furious heat?
« Not to debate the chalenge of your right, " Foolish old mau!" said then the pagan wroth,
« But for his carkas pardon I entreat, “ That weenest words or charms may force with “ Whom Fortune hath already laid in lowest “ ftond;
6 feat." “ Soone shalt thou see, and then beleeve for troth, " That I can carve with this enchaunted brond To whom Cymochles faid, “ For what art thou, " His lord's owne flesh.” Therewith out of his “ That mak'st thyselfe his dayes-man, to prolong hond
“ The vengaudce prest? or who shall let me now That vertuous steele he rudely snatcht away, “ On this vile body from to wreak my wrong, And Guyoa's shield about his wrest le bond, “ And make his carkas as the outcast dong ? So ready dight fierce battaile to assay,
Why should not chat dead carrion fatisfye And match his brother proud in battailous aray. “ 'The guilt which, if he lived had thus long,
“ His life for dew revenge should deare abyc? By this, that straunger knight in presence came, “ The trespas fill doth live, albee the person dye." And goodly falved them ; who nought againe Him answered, as courtelic became;
“ Indeed," then said the prince, “ the evill donne But with sterne looks and lomachous disdaine “ Dyes not, when brcath the body first doch Icave; Gave lignes of grudge and discontentment vaine ; " But froni the grandsyre to the nephewes fonne, Then turning to the palmer he gan spy
“ And all his feede the curiç doth often cleave, Where at his feet, with sorrow full demayne “ Till vengeaunce utterly the guilt bercave : And deadly hew, an armed corse did lye,
“ So streightly God doth iudge. But gentle In whose dead face le redd great magnanimity.
* That doth against the dead his hand upreare,
That forced him to his ground to traverse wyde,
And wisely watch to ward that deadly flowre; Pyrochles gan reply the second cyme,
For on his field, as thicke as stormie showre, And te him said, “ Now, felon, fure I read Their strokes did raine, yet did he never quaile, " How that thou art partaker of his cryme;
Ne backward shrinke; but as a stedfast towre, " Therefore, by Termagaunt, thou shalt be dead." Whom foe with double battery doch affaile, With that !i's hand, more fad than lomp of lead, Them on her bulwarke beares, and bids them Uplifting high, he weened with Morddure
nought availe. (His owne good sword Morddure) to cleave his
So stoutly he withstood their strong assay. The faithfull fteele such treason no’uld endure, Till that at laft, when he advantage spyde, But swarving from the marke, his lordes life did His poynant (peare he thrust with puissant sway assure.
At proud Cymochles, while his shield was wyde, XXXI.
That through his thigh the mortall steele did Yet was the force so furious and so fell,
gryde : That horse and man it made to reele afyde: He, swarving with the force, within his flefh Nath'lesse the prince would not forsake his fell, Did breake the launce, and let the head abyde : (For well of yore he learned had to ryde)
Out of the wound the red blood flowed fresh, But full of anger fierfly to him cryde;
That underneath his feet foone made a purple * False traitour, miscreaunt ! thou broken haft
plesh, # The law of armes, to strike foe undefide; « But thoa thy treason's fruit, I hope, shalt taste Horribly then he gan to rage and rayle, * Right fowie, and fecle the law, the which thou Cursing his gods, and himselfe damning decpe ; « haft defaft.”
Als when his brother saw the red blood rayle
Adowne so fast, and all his armour steepe, With that his balefull speare he fiercely bent For very felneffe lowd he gan to weepe, Against the pagan's breft, and therewith thought And faid, “ Caytive ! curse on thy cruell hond, His cursed life out of her lodg have rent; “ That twise hath spedd; yet shall it not thee Bot ere the point arrived where it ought, That feven-fold fhicld, which he from Guyon “ From the third brunt of this my fatall brond : brought,
« Lo where the dreadfull death behind thy backa He cast between to ward the bitter stownd:
dcth stond." Through all those foldes the steele-head paffage wrought,
With that he strooke, and th' other strooke And through his shoulder perst; wherewith to withall, ground
That nothing seemd mote beare so monstrous He groseling fell, all gored in his gushing wound. might :
The one uron his covered fhield did fall, Which when his brother faw, fraught with great and glancing downe would not his owner byte; griefe
But th' other did upon his tronchcon smyte, And wrath, he to him leaped furiously,
Which hewing quite asunder, further way And fowly faide, “ By Mahoune, curfed thiefe ! It made, and on his hacqueton did lyte, # That direfull stroke thou dearely shalt aby." The which dividing with importune sway, Then hurling up his harmefull blade on hy, It seizd in his right fide, and there the dint did Smote him fo hugely on his haughtie crest,
stay. That from his faddle forced him to fly; Els mote it needes downe to his manly brest Wyde was the wound, and a large lukewarme Have cleft his head in twaine, and life thence finod, difpoffeft.
Red as the rose, thence gushed grievously,
That when the paynim spyde the streaming blood, Now was the prince in daungerous distresse, Gave him great heart and hope of victory. Wanting his sword, when he on foot Tould On th' oth fide in huge perplexity fight:
The prince now stood, having his weapon broke; His fiogle fpeare could doe him fmall redresse Nought could he hurt, but still at ward did ly; Againk two focs of fo exceeding night,
Yet with his troncheon he so rudely flroke The leaft of which was match for any knight; Cymochles twise, that twife him forft his foot And now the other, whom he earst did daunt,
revoke... Had reard himselfe againe to cruel fight, Three times more furious and more puiflaunt, Whom when the palmer law in such distresle, Unmindíull of his wound, of his face ignoräunt, Sir Guyon's sword he lightly to him raught,