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15 Far off he wonders, what them makes so glad, It fortuned a noble warlike knight Or Bacchus merry fruit they did inuent, By iust occasion to that forrest came, Or Cybelesfrantickerites haue made them mad; To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right, They drawing nigh, vnto their God present From whence he tooke his well deserued name: That flowre of faith and beautie excellent. He had in armes abroad wonne muchell fame, The God himselfe vewing that mirrhour rare, And fild far landes with glorie of his might, Stood long amazd, and burnt in his intent; Plaine, faithfull, true, and enimy of shame, His owne faire Dryope now he thinkes not faire, And euer lou'd to fight for Ladies right, And Pholoe fowle, when her to this he doth But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight. compaire.
16 The woodborne people fall before her flat, A Satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld, And worship her as Goddesse of the wood; By straunge aduenture as it did betyde, And old Syluanus selfe bethinkes not, what And there begotten of a Lady myld, To thinke of wight so faire, but gazing stood, Faire Thyamis the daughter of Labryde, In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly brood; That was in sacred bands of wedlocke tyde Sometimes Dame Venus selfe he seemes to see, To Therion, a loose vnruly swayne ; But Venus neuer had so sober mood; Who had more ioy to raunge the forrest wyde, Sometimes Diana he her takes to bee,
And chase the saluage beast with busie payne, But misseth bow, and shaftes, and buskins to Then serue his Ladies loue, and wast in her knee.
pleasures vayne. 17 By vew of her he ginneth to reuiue
The forlorne mayd did with loues longing burne, His ancient loue,
and dearest Cyparisse, And could not lacke her louers company, And calles to mind his pourtraiture aliue, But to the wood she goes, to serue her turne, How faire he was, and yet not faire to this, And seekeherspouse, that from herstill does fly, And how he slew with glauncing dart amisse And followes other game and venery: A gentle Hynd, the which the louely boy A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to find, Did loue as life, aboue all worldly blisse; And kindling coles of lust in brutish eye, For griefe whereof the lad n'ould after ioy, The loyall links of wedlocke did vnbind, But pynd away in anguish and selfe-wild annoy. And made her person thrall vnto his beastly
23 The wooddy Nymphes, faire Hamadryades So long in secret cabin there he held Her to behold do thither runne apace, Her captiue to his sensuall desire, And all the troupe of light-foot Naiades, Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld, Flocke all about to see her louely face : And bore a boy vnto that saluage sire: But when they vewed haue her heauenly grace, Then home he suffred her for to retire, They enuie her in their malitious mind, Forransome leauinghim the late borne childe; And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace : Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire, But all the Satyres scorne their woody kind, He noursled vp in life and manners wilde, And henceforth nothing faire, but her on earth Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of they find.
men exilde. 19
24 Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky maid, For all he taught the tender ymp, was but Did her content to please their feeble eyes, To banish cowardize and bastard feare ; And long time with that saluage people staid, His trembling hand he would him force to put To gather breath in many miseries.
Vpon the Lyon and the rugged Beare, During which time her gentle wit she plyes, And from the she Beares teats her whelps to To teach them truth, which worshipt her in
teare ; vaine,
And eke wyld roring Buls he would him make And made her th’Image of Idolatryes; To tame, and ryde their backes not made to But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraine From her own worship, they her Asse would And the Robuckes in flight to ouertake, worship fayn.
That euery beast for feare of himdid Alyand quake.
Vnto those natiue woods for to repaire,
31 And for to make his powre approued more,
He wondred at her wisedome heauenly rare, Wyld beasts in yron yokes he would compell ; Whose like in womens wit he neuer knew ; The spotted Panther, and the tusked Bore, And when her curteous deeds he did compare, The Pardale swift, and the Tigre cruell ; Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew, The Antelope, and Wolfe both fierce and fell ; Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles ! And them constraine in equall teme to draw. threw, Such ioy he had, their stubborne harts to quell, And ioyd to make proofe of her crueltie And sturdie courage tame with dreadfull aw, On gentle Dame, so hurtlesse, and so trew: That his beheast they feared, as a tyrans law. Thenceforth he kept her goodly company,
And learnd her discipline of faith and veritie. 27 His louing mother came vpon a day
32 Vnto the woods, to see her little sonne ; But she all vowd vnto the Redcrosse knight, And chaunst vnwares to meet him in the way, His wandring perill closely did lament, After his sportes, and cruell pastime donne, Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight, When after him a Lyonesse did runne, But her deare heart with anguish did torment, That roaring all with rage, did lowd requere And all her wit in secret counsels spent, Her children deare, whom he away had wonne: How to escape. At last in priuie wise The Lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare, To Satyrane she shewed her intent; And lull in rugged armes, withouten childish Who glad to gain such fauour, gan deuise, feare.
How with that pensiue Maid he best might 28
thence arise. The fearefull Dame all quaked at the sight,
33 And turning backe, gan fast to fly away,
So on a day when Satyres all were gone, Vntill with loue reuokt from vaine affright, To do their seruice to Syluanus old, She hardly yet perswaded was to stay, The gentle virgin left behind alone And then to him these womanish words gan He led away with courage stout and bold. say ;
Too late it was, to Satyres to be told, Ah Satyrane, my dearling, and my ioy, Or euer hope recouer her againe : For loue of me leaue off this dreadfull play ; In vaine he seekes that hauing cannot hold. To dally thus with death, is no fit toy,
So fast he carried her with carefull paine, Go find some other play-fellowes, mine own That they the woods are past, and come now to sweet boy.
the plaine. 29
34 In these and like delights of bloudy game The better part now of the lingring day, He trayned was, till ryper yeares he raught, They traueild had, when as they farre espide And there abode, whilst any beast of name A wearie wight forwandring by the way, Walkt in that forest, whom he had not taught And towards him they gan in hast to ride, To feare his force: and then his courage haught To weet of newes, that did abroad betide, Desird of forreine foemen to be knowne, Or tydings of her knight of the Redcrosse. And farabroad forstraunge aduentures sought: But he them spying, gan to turne aside, In which his might was neuer ouerthrowne, For feare as seemd, or for some feigned losse ; But through all Faery lond his famous worth More greedy they of newes, fast towards him do
40 Antilly man, in simple weedes forworne, Therewith the knight thence marched forth in
And soild with dust of the long dried way ; hast,
With fowle reprcchfull words he boldly him
defide. The knight approching nigh, of him inquerd Tydings of warre, and of aduentures new; And said, Arise thou cursed Miscreaunt, strain But warres, nor new aduentures none he herd. That hast with knightlesse guileand trecherous Then V na gan to aske, if ought he knew, Faire knighthood fowlyshamed,and doest vaunt Or heard abroad of that her champion trew, That good knightof the Redcrosseto haueslain: That in his armour bare a croslet red.
Arise, and with like treason now maintain Aye me, Deare dame (quoth he) well may Irew Thy guilty wrong, or else thee guilty yield. To tell the sad sight, which mine eies haue red : The Sarazin this hearing, rose amain, These eyes did see that knight both liuing and Andcatching vp in hasthis three square shield, eke ded.
And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the 37
field. That cruell word her tender hart so thrild,
42 That suddein cold did runne through euery And drawing nigh him said, Ah misborne Elfe, vaine,
In euill houre thy foes thee hither sent, And stony horrour all her sences fild
Anothers wrongs to wreake vpon thy selfe : With dying fit, that downe she fell for paine. Yet ill thou blamest me, for hauing blent The knight her lightly reared vp againe, My name with guile and traiterous intent; And comforted with curteous kind reliefe : That Redcrosse knight, perdie, I neuer slew, Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine But had he beene, where earst his armes were The further processe of her hidden griefe ; lent, The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur'd Th'enchaunter vaine his errour should not rew: the chiefe.
But thou his errour shalt, I hope now prouen 38
trew. Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,
43 This fatall day, that shall I euer rew, Therewith they gan, both furious and fell, To see two knights in trauell on my way To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaile (A sory sight) arraung’d in battell new, shew: Each other bent his enimy to quell, [maile, Both breathing yengeaunce, both of wrathfull That with their force they perst both plate and My fearefull flesh did tremble at their strife, And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile, To see their blades so greedily imbrew, That it would pitty any liuing eie. (raile ; That drunke with bloud, yet thristed after life: Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did What more ? the Redcrosse knight was slaine But floods of bloud could not them satisfie: with Paynim knife.
Both hungred after death: both chose to win, 39
44 Ah dearest Lord (quoth she) how might that bee, So long they fight, and fell reuenge pursue, And he the stoutest knight, that euer wonne ? That fainting each, themselues to breathen let, Ah dearest dame (quoth he) how might I see And oft refreshed, battell oft renue: The thing, that might not be, and yet was As when two Bores with rancling malice met, donne ?
Their gory sides fresh bleeding fiercely fret, Where is (said Satyrane) that Paynims sonne, Til breathlesse both them selues aside retire, That him of life, and vs of ioy hath reft ? Where foming wrath, their cruell tuskes they Not far away (quoth he) he hence doth wonne whet,
[respire; Foreby a fountaine, where I late him left And trample th'earth, the whiles they may Washing his bloudy wounds, that through the Then backe to fight againe, new breathed and steele were cleft.
ly with those newes distrest. was thrown,
XSC-XNOCI Arriu’d, where they in erth their fruitles bloud had sown. 46
What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin
As to descry the crafty cunning traine, Espide, he gan reuiue the memory
By which deceipt doth maske in visour faire, Of his lewd lusts, and late attempted sin,
And cast her colours dyed deepe in graine, And left the doubtfull battell hastily,
To seeme like Truth, whose shape she well can To catch her, newly offred to his eie :
faine, But Satyrane with strokes him turning, staid,
And fitting gestures to her purpose frame, And sternely bad him other businesse plie, The guiltlesse man with guile to entertaine ? Then hunt the steps of pure vnspotted Maid:
Greatmaistresse of herart was that false Dame, Wherewith he all enrag'd, these bitter speaches The false Duessa, cloked with Fidessaes name, said. 47
Who when returning from the drery Night, O foolish faeries sonne, what furie mad
She fownd not in that perilous house of Pryde, Hath thee incenst, to hast thy dolefull fate ?
Where she had left, the noble Redcrosse knight, Were it not better, I that Lady had,
Her hoped pray, she would no lenger bide, Then that thou hadst repented it too late ? Mostsencelessemanhe, thathimselfedoth hate, Ere long she fownd, whereas he wearie sate,
But forth she went, to seeke him far and wide. To loue another. Lo then for thine ayd Here take thy louers token on thy pate.
To rest him selfe, foreby a fountaine side, So they to fight; the whiles the royall Mayd And by his side his steed the grassy forage ate.
Disarmed all of yron-coted Plate, Fled farre away, of that proud Paynim sore afrayd.
He feedes vpon the cooling shade, and bayes But that false Pilgrim, which that leasing told, His sweatie forehead in the breathing wind, Being in deed old Archimage, did stay Which through the trembling leaues full gently In secret shadow, all this to behold,
playes And much reioyced in their bloudy fray: Wherein the cherefull birds of sundry kind But when he saw the Damsell passe away Do chaunt sweet musick, to delight his mind : He left his stond, and her pursewd apace, The Witch approching gan him fairely greet, In hope to bring her to her last decay. And with reproch of carelesnesse vnkind But for to tell her lamentable cace,
Vpbrayd, for leauing her in place vnmeet, And eke this battels end, will need another With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall place.
with hony sweet.
Vnkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat,
5 The cause was this : one day when Phæbe fayre So growen great through arrogant delight With all her band was following the chace, Of th'high descent, whereof he was yborne, This Nymph,quite tyr’d with heat of scorching And through presumption of his matchlesse Satdowne to rest in middest of the race: [ayre might, The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace, All other powresand knighthood he did scorne. And bad the waters, which from her did flow, Such now he marcheth to this man forlorne, Be such as she her selfe was then in place. And left to losse : his stalking steps are stayde Thenceforth her waters waxed dull and slow, Vpon a snaggy Oke, which he had torne And all that drunke thereof, did faint and feeble Out of his mothers bowelles, and it made grow.
His mortall mace, wherewith his foemen he 6 Hereof this gentle knight vnweeting was,
dismayde. And lying downe vpon the sandie graile, That when the knight he spide, he gan
aduance Drunke of the streame, as cleare as cristallglas; With huge force and insupportable mayne, Eftsoones his manly forces gan to faile, And towardeshim with dreadfull fury praunce; And mightie strong was turnd to feeble fraile. Who haplesse, and eke hopelesse, all in vaine His chaunged powres at first themselues not felt, Did to him pace, sad battaile to darrayne, Till crudled cold his corage gan assaile, Disarmd, disgrast, and inwardly dismayde, And chearefullbloudin faintnesse chilldid melt, And eke so faint in euery ioynt and vaine, Which like a feuer fit through all his body swelt. Through thatfraile fountaine, which him feeble
made, 7 Yet goodly court he made still to his Dame,
That scarsely could he weeld his bootlesse single
blade. Pourd out in loosnesse on the grassy grownd, Both carelesse of his health, and of his fame : The Geaunt strooke so maynly mercilesse, Till at the last he heard a dreadfull sownd, That could haue ouerthrowne a stony towre, Which through the wood loud bellowing, did And were not heauenly grace, that him did blesse, rebownd,
He had beene pouldred all, as thin as flowre: That all the earth for terrour seemd to shake, But he was wary of that deadly stowre, And trees did tremble. Th’Elfe therewith And lightly lept from vnderneath the blow : astownd,
Yet so exceeding was the villeins powre, Vpstarted lightly from his looser make, That with the wind it did him ouerthrow, And his vnready weapons gan in hand to take. And all his sences stound, that still he lay full
13 But ere he could his armour on him dight, As when that diuelish yron Engin wrought Or get his shield, his monstrous enimy In deepest Hell, and framd by Furies skill, With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight, With windy Nitre and quick Sulphur fraught, An hideous Geant horrible and hye,
And ramd with bullet round, ordaind to kill, That with his talnesse seemd tothreat the skye, / Conceiueth fire, the heauens it doth fill The ground eke groned vnder him for dreed; With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth His liuing like saw neuer liuing eye,
choke, Ne durst behold : his stature did exceed That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will, The hight of three the tallest sonnes of mortall Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking seed.
That th’onely breath him daunts,who hath escapt The greatest Earth his vncouth mother was,
the stroke. And blustring Æolus his boasted sire, Who with his breath, which through the world So dau ed when the Geaunt saw the knight,
His heauie hand he heaued vp on hye, Her hollow womb did secretly inspire, And him to dust thought to haue battred quight, And fild her hidden caues with stormit yre,
Vntill Duessa loud to him gan crye ; Thatsheconceiu'd; and trebling the dew time, O great Orgoglio, greatest vnder skye, In which the wombes of women do expire, O hold thy mortall hand for Ladies sake, Brought forth this monstrous masse of earthly Hold for my sake, and do him not to dye, slime,
[crime. But vanquisht thine eternall bondslaue make, Puft vp with emptie wind, and fild with sinfull | And me thy worthy meed vnto thy Leman take.