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Soone as the morrow fayre, with purple beames, The whyles a loffell wandring by the ways
One that to bountie never cast his mynd,
A pleasing vaine of glory he did fynd,
He that brave steed there finding ready dight, And many-folded shield he bound about his Purloynd both steed and speare, and ran away full wrest.
Then taking congé of that virgin pure,
Now gan his bart all (well in iollity, The bloody-handed babe unto her truth
And of himselfe great hope and help conceiv'd, Did earnestly committ, and her coniure
That puffed up with smoke of vanity,
He gan to hope of men to be receiv'd
degree. So forth he far'd, as now befell, on foot,
And by the way he chaunced to efpy Sith his good feed is lately from him gone; Onc sitting ydie on a funny banck, Paticnce perforce : helplesse what may it boot To whom avaunting in great bravery, To frett for anger, or for griefe to mone ? As peacocke, that bis painted plumes doth pranck, His palmer now fall foot no more alone.
He Imote his courser in the trembling flanck, So Fortune wrought, as under greene woodcsfyde and to him thi eatned his hart-thrilling speare ; He lately heard that dying lady grone,
The feely man seeing him ride so ranck, tie left his steed without, and 1pcare belyde, And ayme at him, fell flat to ground for feare, And rushed in on foot to ayd her ore the dyde. And crying, “ Mercy" loud, his pitious handes %
“ Of that despight, never to wearen none; Thereat the scarcrow wexed wondrous prowd, “ That speare is him enough to doen a thousand Through fortune of his first adventure fayre,
grone.” And with big thundring voice revyld him lowd;
XIII. « Vile caytive, vassall of Dread and Defpayre, Th'enchaunter greatly ioyed in the vaunt, “ Uowor hic of the commune breathed ayre, And weened weli ere long his will to win, " Why livest thou, dead dog, a lenger day, And buth his foen with equall foyle to daunt;
And doeft nit unto death thyfelle prepayre? Tho to him louting lowly did begin
Dy, or thyselfe my captive yield for ay : To plaine of wronges, which had committed bin " Great favour I thee graunt for aunswere thus By Guyon, and by that false Red-crofle knight; to stay."
Which two, through treason and decer; tful gin
Had flayne Sir Mordant and his lady bright, “ Hold, o deare lord, hold your dead-doing That mote him honour win to wreake so foule “ hand,"
despight. Then loud he cryde, “ I am your humble thrall." “Ah! wretch," quoth he,“ thy deftinies with- Therewith all suddeinly he seemd enrag'd, “ stand
And threatned death with dreadfull countenaunce, « My wrathfull will, and doe for mercy call.
As if their lives bad in his hand been gag'd; · I give thee life; therefore prostrated fall, And with ftiffe force shaking his mortall launce, * And kiffe my stirrup: that thy homage bee." To let him weet his doughtie valiaunce, The miser threw himselfe as an offall,
Thus faid, “Old man, great sure thall be thy Streight at his foot in base humilitee, And cleeped him his liege, to hold of him in fee. “ If, where those knights for feare of dew ven
geaunce So happy peace they made and faire accord. “ Doe lurke, thou certeinly to mee areed, Eftsoones this liegeman gan to wexe more bold, “ That I may wreake on them their hainous And when he felt the folly of his lord,
“ hateful deed.” In his owne kind he gan himselfe unfold; For he was wylie-witted, and growne old
“ Certes, my lord,” said he, “ that shall I soone, In cunning fleightes and practick knavery. “ And give you eke good helpe to their decay; From that day forth he cast for co uphold “ But mote I wisely you advise to doon, His ydle humour with fine flattery,
“ Give no ods to your focs, but doe purvay And blow the bellowes to his swelling vanity.
« Yourselfe of sword before that bloody day;
“ For they be ewo the prowest knights on grownd, Trompart, fitt man for Braggadochio
“ And oft approv'd in many hard assay; To serve at court in view of vaunting eye;
“ And cke of fureft steele, that may be fownd, Vain-glorious man, when Auttring wind does “ Doc arme yourselfe against that day, them to blow
« confownd." In his light winges, is lifted up to skye ; The scorn of knighthood and trew chevalrye,
• Dotard!” said he, “ let be thy deepe advise ; To thinke without desert of gentle deed,
“ Seemes that through many yeares thy wits thee And noble worth to be advaunced hye;
faile, Such prayse is laame ; but honour, vertue's meed,
“ And that weake eld hath left thee nothing wife, Doth beare the fayrelt flowre in honourable feed.
“ Els never should thy iudgement be so frayle,
“ To measure manhood by the fword or mayle, So forth they pas, a well conforted payre,
“ Is not enough fowre quarters of a man, Till that at length with Archimage they meet;
“ Withouten (word or shield, an hofte to quayle? Who seeing one, that shone in armour fayre,
“ Thou litle wotest that this right-hand can : On goodly courser thondring with his feet, Speake they, which have beheld the batailes Eltloc nes supposed him a perfon meet
" which it wan." Of his revenge to make the instrument; For fince the Red-croffe knight he erst did weet
The man was much abashed at his boast : To been with Guyon knitt in one consent,
Yet well he wist that whoso would contend The ill, which earst to him, he now to Guyon | With either of those knightes on even coast, ment;
Should neede of all his armes him to defend,
Yet feared leat his boldnesse Thould offcnd; And coming close to Trompart, gan inquere
When Braggadochio faid, “ Once I did sweare, of him, what mightie warriour that more bee,
“ When with one sword feven knighies I brought That rode in golden cell with single spere,
“ tend, But wanted sword to wreake his enmitee?
" Thenceforth in bataile never sword to bcare, “ He is a great adventurer,” said he,
“ But it were that which noblest kright on earth “ That hach his sword through hard assay forgone,
• doth weare.” * And now hath vowd, till he avenged bee
" Perdy, Sir knight," taide then th' enchaunter
“ That shall I shortly purchase to your hond; For with dred maiestic and awfullyre, " For now the best and noblest knight alive She broke his wanton darts, and quenched bace « Prince Arthur is, that wonnes in Faerie Lond; desyre. " He hath a sword that fames like burning
XXIV. • brond ;
Her yvorie forhead, full of bounty brave, « The same by my device I undertake
Like a broad table did itselfe dispred, “ Shall by to morrow by thy lide be fond." For Love his loftie triumphes to engrave, At which bold word that boaster gan to quake, And write the batailes of his great godhead : And wondrod in his minde what mote that moaster All good and honour might therein be red, makc.
For there their dwelling was; and when she fpake, XIX.
Sweete wordes like dropping honny she did shed, He stayd not for more bidding, but away And twixt the perles and rubins softly brake Was suddeine vanished out of his light :
A silver sound, that hevenly musicke feemd to The northerne winde his wings did broad display make. At his commaund, and reared him up light,
xxv. From off the earth to take his aerie flight. Upon her eyelids many Graces sate, They lookt about, but no where could espye Uader the shadow of her even browcs, 'Traá of his foot ; then dead through great Working belgardes and amorous retrate, affright
And everic one her with a grace endowes, They both nigh were, and each bad other flye; And everie one with meckenelle to her bowes : Both iledd attonce, ne ever backe returned eye; So glorious mirrhour of celestiall grace,
And soveraine moniment of mortall vowes, Till that they come unto a forrest greene, How shall frayle pen descrive her heavenly face, In which they fhrowd themselves from causelesse For feare through want of skill her beautie to fcare ;
disgrace? Yet feare them followes still, where so they beene:
XXVI. Each trembling leafe and whistling wind they So faire, and thoufand thousand times more faire, heare,
She seemd, when the presented was to light, As ghastly bug, does greatly them affeare; And was yclad, for heat of Scorching aire, Yet both doe strive their fearefulnesse to faine. All in a glken camus lilly whight, At last they heard a horne, chat shrilled cleare Purfled upon with many a folded plight, Throughout the wood, that ecchoed againe, Which all above besprinckled was throughout And made the forrekt ring, as it would rive in With golden aygulets that glistered bright, twaine.
I.ike twinckling starres, and all the skirt about XII.
Was hemd wich golden fringe, Eft through the thicke they heard one rudely rush, With noyse whereof he from his loftie steed Below her ham her weed did somewhat trayne, Downe fell to ground, and crept into a bush, And her streight legs most bravely were embayld To hide his coward head from dying drced ; In gilden buskips of costly cordwayne, But Trompart stoutly staid to taken
All bard with golden bendes which were entayld of what might bap. Eftsoone there stepped with curious antickes, and full fayre aumayld; foorth
Before they fastned were under her knee A goodly ladie clad in hunter's weed,
In a rich iewell, and therein entrayld That seemd to be a woman of great worth,
The ends of all the knots, that none might see And by her fately portance borne of heavenly How they within their fouldings close enwrapped birth.
bee : XXII.
XXVIII. Her face so faire, as Aesh it seemed not,
Like two faire marble pillours they were seene, Buc hevenly pourtraict of bright angels hew,
Which doe the temple of the gods support, Cleare as the skye, withouten blame or blot, Whom all the people decke with girlonds greene, Through goodly mixture of complexions dew;
And honour in their festivall resort; And in her cheekes the vermeill red did shew
Those fame with stately grace and princely port Like roses in a bed of lillies shed,
Sho taught to tread, when the herselfe would The which ambrosiall odours from them threw,
grace ; And gazers sence with double pleasure fed, But with the woody nymphes when she did play, Hable to heale che sicke, and to revive the ded. Or when the flying libbard fhe did chace,
she could them nimbly move, and after fiy apace. In her faire eyes two living lamps did Aame, Kindled above at th' hevenly Maker's light,
And in her hand a harpe bore-speare the held, And darted fyrie beames out of the same,
And at her backe a bow and quiver gay, So passing persant and so wondrous bright,
Stufft with steel-headed dartes, wherewith the That quite bereav'd the rath beholders light :
queld In them the blinded god his lustfull fyre
The salvage beastes in her victorious play, To kindle oft alsayd, but had no might;
Knit with a golden baldricke, which forelay
Athwart her snowy breft, and did divide “ But loe my lord, my liege, whose warlike name Her daintie paps; which like young fruit in May “ Is far renowmd through many bold cmprize, Now little gin to swell, and being tide,
" And now in shade he throwded yonder lies.” Through her thin weed their places only signifide. She staid : with that he craald out of his nett,
Forth creeping on his caitive hands and thies, Her yellow lockes, crisped like golden wyre, And standing stoutly up, his lofty crest About her fhoulders weren loosely Shcd.
Did fiercely thake and rowze, as coming late from And when the winde cmongst them did inspyre,
rest. They waved like a penon wide dispred, And low behinde her backe were scattered, As fearefull fowle, thac long in secret cave And whether art it were or heedlefse hap, For dread of soring hauke herselfc hath hid, As through the flouring forrest raih fhe fled, Nor caring how her silly life to save, la hư rude heares sweet flowres themselves did She her gay painted plumes disorderid, lap,
Seeing at last herselfe from daunger rid, Aad fourihing fresh leaves and blossoms did Peepes forth, and soone renews her native pride, enwrap.
She gins her feathers fowle disfigured
Prowdly to prune, and set on every Gde; Sch as Diana by the sandy sbore
So, fhakes off shame, ne thinks how erst she did Of swift Eurotas, or on Cynthus greene,
her hide : Where all the nymphes have her uniwares forlore, IVandreth alone with bow and arrowes keene, So when her goodly visage he beheld, To seeke her game; or as that famous queene He gan himselfe to vaunt; but when he vewd Of Amazons, whon Pyrrhus did destroy,
Those deadly tooles which in her hand she held, Tire day that first of Priame she was seene, Soune into other fitts he was transmewd, Did shew herselfe in great triumphant ioy, 'Till she to him her gracious fpeach renewd; To succour the weake state of fad afficted Troy. “ All haile, Sir knight! and well may thee befall, XXXII.
“ As all the like which honor have persewad Sach whenas hartlesse Trompart did her vew, Through deeds of armes and prowesse martiall: He was dismayed in his coward minde,
“ All vercue merits praise, but such the most And doubted whether he himselfe should shew,
w of all." Or fiy away, or bide alone behinde; Poth feare and hope he in her face did finde : To whom he thus,“ O fairelt under skie! When she at last him spying thus bespake : “ Trew be thy words, and worthy of thy praise, * Hayle, Groome! didit not thou see a bleeding “ That warlike feats doeft highest glorifie : us hynde,
Therein I have spent all my youthly daies, 4 Whose right haunch earst ny fedfast arrow “ And many batrailes fought, and many fraies, * Atrakc?
" Throughout the world, wherefu they might be " If thou didit, tell me,
may her overtake.”
“ Endevoring my dreaded name to raise Wherewith reviv'd, this answere forth he shrew; “ Above the moone, that Fame it may resound " O Goddesse! (for such I thee take to bec) “ In her eternall tromp, with laurell girlond “ For cether doth thy face terrestriall thew,
66 cround. " Nor voyce sound mortall; I avow to thee * Such wounded beast as that I did not see, “ But what art thou, O lady! which doest raunge * Sith earft into this forrest wild I came;
“ In this wilde forest, where no pleasure is, " But mote thy goodlyhed forgive it mee, “ And doeft not it for ioyous court exchaunge, * To weete which of the gods I shall thee name, “ Enongít thine equall peres, where happy blis á That unto thee dew worship I may rightly “ And all delight does raigne, much more then " frame."
" this? XXXIV.
« There thou maist love, and dearly loved be, To whom she thus—but ere her words ensewd, “ And swim in pleasure, which thou here doest L'nto the bush her eye did suddein glaunce, la which vaine Braggadochio was newd, " There mailt thou best be seene, and best maist And saw it stirre: fhe lafte her percing launce, And towards gab a deadly shafte advaunce, “ The wood is fitt for beasts, the court is fitt for In mind to marke the beast : at which fad ftowre
“ thee." Trompart forth stept, to stay the mortail chaunce, Out crying, “ O! whatever hevenly powre, " Whoso in pompe of prowd estate," quoth the, " Or earthly wight thou be, withhold this deadly “ Does swim, and bathes himselfe in courtly blis, • howrc.
« Does waste his daies in darke obscuritee,
« And in oblivion ever buried is : * O stay thy hand; for yonder is no game “ Where ease abownds, yt's eath to doe amis; For thy fiers arrowes them to exercize;
“ But who his limbs with labours, and bis mynd VOL, II.
“ Behaves with cares, cannot so easy mis. “ Is this to knight, that lady should agayne
“ Perdy,” said Trompart, “ let her pas at will, " In woods, in waves, in warres she wonts to “ Leaft by her prelence daunger more befalt; “ dwell,
“ For who can tell (and sure I feare it ill) « And wil be found with perill and with paine ; “ But that she is fome powre celestiall ? " Ne can the man that moulds in ydle cell " For whiles she spake, her great words did appal} “ Unto her happy manfion attaine :
“ My feeble corage, and my heart oppresse, ^ Before her gate high God did sweate ordaine, “ That yet I quake and tremble over all." « And wakefull watches, ever to abide ;
“ And I,” faid Braggadochio,“ thought no lesse, " But easy is the way, and paffage plaine, « When first I heard her horn sound with fuch " To Pleasure's pallace; it may foone be fpide,
ghastlinelle. And day and night her dores to all stand open
“ For from my mother's wombe this grace I have
“ Me given by eternall Destiny, * la princes court."--The rest she would have “ That earthly thing may not my corage brave sayd,
“ Dismay with feare, or cause one foot to flye, But that the foolish man (fild with delight
“ But either hellish feends, or powres on hye;
" But now, for feare of worse that may betide,
“ Let us foone hence depart.” They foone agree: