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15 Behold, O man, that toilesome paines doest take, Guyon was loath to leaue his guide behind, The flowres, the fields, and all that pleasant Yet being entred, might not backe retyre ; growes,
For the fit bark-, obaying to her mind, How they themselues doe thine ensample make, Forth launched quickly, as she did desire, Whiles nothing enuious nature them forth Ne gaue him leaue to bid that aged sire throwes
Adieu, but nimbly ran her wonted course Out of her fruitfull lap; how, no man knowes, Through the dull billowes thicke as troubled They spring, they bud, they blossome fresh mire,
[forse, and faire,
[showes ;| Whom neither wind out of their seat could And deck the world with their rich pompous Nor timely tides did driue out of their sluggish Yet no man for them taketh paines or care, Yet no man to them can his carefull paines compare. 16
And by the way, as was her wonted guize, The lilly, Ladie of the flowring field,
Her merry fit she freshly gan to reare,
And did of ioy and iollitie deuize, The Flowre-deluce, her louely Paramoure, Bid thee to them thy fruitlesse labours yield, The knight was courteous, and did not forbeare
Her selfe to cherish, and her guest to cheare : Andsoone leaueoffthistoylesomeweariestoure;
Her honest merth and pleasaunce to partake ; Loe loe how braue she decks her bounteous
But when he saw her toy, and gibe, and geare, boure, With silken curtens and gold couerlets,
And passe the bonds of modest merimake, Therein to shrowd her sumptuous Belamoure, Her dalliance he despisd, and follies did forsake. Yetneitherspinnes nor cardes, ne cares nor frets, But to her mother Nature all her care she lets. Yet she still followed her former stile, 17
And said, and did all that mote him delight, Why then dost thou, O man, that of them all Till they arriued in that pleasant Ile, Art Lord, and eke of nature Soueraine, Where sleeping late she left her other knight. Wilfully make thy selfe a wretched thrall
, But when as Guyon of that land had sight, And wast thy ioyous houres in needlesse paine, He wist himselfe amisse, and angry said ; Seeking for daunger and aduentures vaine ? Ah Dame, perdie ye haue not doen me right, | What bootes it all to haue, and nothing vse ? Thus to mislead me, whiles I
obaid : Whoshallhimrew, thatswimmingin themaine, Melitle needed from myrightway to haue straid. Will die for thirst, and water doth refuse ? Refuse such fruitlesse toile, and present plea
23 sures chuse. 18
Faire Sir (quoth she) be not displeasd at all ; By this she had him lulled fast a sleepe,
Who fares on sea, may not commaund his way,
Ne wind and weather at his pleasure call :
The sea is wide, and easie for to stray ;
But here a while ye may in safety rest,
Till season serue new passage to assay ; Vnto her boat againe, with which she cleft The slouthfull waue of that great griesly lake ; Therewith she laught, and did her earnest end
Better safe port, then be in seas distrest. Soone she that Island farre behind her left,
in iest. And now is come to that same place, where first she weft. 19
But he halfe discontent, mote nathelesse By this time was the worthy Guyon brought Himselfe appease, and issewd forth on shore : Vnto the other side of that wide strond, The ioyes whereof, and happie fruitfulnesse, Where she was rowing, and for passage sought: Such as he saw, she gan him lay before, Him needed not long call, she soone to hond And all though pleasant, yet she made much Her ferry brought, where him she byding fond,
[spring, With his sad guide; himselfe she tooke a boord, The fields did laugh, the flowres did freshly But the Blacke Palmer suffred still to stond, The trees did bud, and earely blossomes bore, Ne would for price, or prayers once afsoord, And all the quire of birds did sweetly sing, To ferry that old man ouer the perlous foord. | And told that gardins pleasures in their caroling
30 And she more sweet, then any bird on bough, Cymochles, that had neuer met before Would oftentimes emongst them beare a part, So puissant foe, with enuious despight And striue to passe (as she could well enough) His proud presumed force increased more, Their natiue musicke by her skilfull art: Disdeigning to be held so long in fight; So did she all, that might his constant hart Sir Guyon grudging not so much his
might, Withdraw from thought of warlike enterprize, As those vnknightly raylings, which he spoke, And drowne in dissolute delights apart, With wrathfull fire his courage kindled bright, Where noyse of armes, or vew
of mart guize Thereof deuising shortly to be wroke, Might not reuiue desire of knightly exercize. And doubling all his powres, redoubled euery
31 But he was wise, and warie of her will, Both of them high attonce their hands enhaunst, And euer held his hand vpon his hart : And both attonce their huge blowes downe did Yet would not seeme so rude, and thewed ill,
sway ; As to despise so courteous seeming part, Cymochles sword on Guyons shield yglaunst, That gentle Ladie did to him impart, And thereof nigh one quarter sheard away ; But fairely tempring fond desire subdewd, But Guyons angry blade so fierce did play And euer her desired to depart.
On th’others helmet, which as Tilan shone, She list not heare, but her disports poursewd, That quite it cloue his plumed crest in tway, And euer bad himstay, tilltime the tide renewd. And bared all his head vnto the bone;
Wherewith astonisht, still he stood, as sense27
lesse stone. And now by this, Cymochles howre was spent,
32 That he awoke out of his idle dreme,
Still as he stood, faire Phædria, that beheld And shaking off his drowzie dreriment,
That deadly daunger, soone atweene them ran; Gan him auize, how ill did him beseeme,
And at their feet her selfe most humbly feld, In slouthfull sleepe his molten hart to steme,
Crying with pitteous voice, and count’nance And quench the brond of his conceiued ire.
wan; Tho vp he started, stird with shame extreme,
Ah well away, most noble Lords, how can Ne staied for his Damzell to inquire,
Your cruell eyes endure so pitteous sight, But marched to the strond, there passage to
To shed your liues on ground ? wo worth the require. 28
man, And in the way he with Sir Guyon met, That first did teach the cursed steele to bight Accompanyde with Phædria the faire, In his owne flesh, and make way to the liuing Eftsoones he gan to rage, and inly fret,
spright. Crying, Let be that Ladie debonaire,
33 Thou recreant knight, and soone thy selfe If euer loue of Ladie did empierce prepaire
Your yron brestes, or pittie could find place, To battell, if thou meane her loue to gaine :
Withhold your bloudiehands from battellfierce,
And sith for me ye fight, to me this grace Loe, loe alreadie, how the fowles in aire Doe flocke, awaiting shortly to obtaine
Both yeeld, to stay your deadly strife a space. Thy carcasse for their pray, the guerdon of thy
They stayd a while: and forth she gan proceed:
Most wretched woman, and of wicked race, paine. 29
That am the author of this hainous deed, And therewithall he fiercely at him flew, And cause of death betweene two doughtie And with importune outrage him assayld ; knights doe breed. Who soone prepard to field, his sword forth
But if for me ye fight, or me will serue, And him with equall value counteruayld : Not this rude kind of battell, nor these armes Their mightie strokes their haberieons dis- Are meet, the which doe mei in bale to sterue, mayld,
And dolefull sorrow heape with deadly harmes: And naked made each others manly spalles ; Such cruell game my scarmoges disarmes : The mortall steele despiteously entayld Another warre, and other weapons I Deepe in their flesh, quite through the yron Doeloue,wherelouedoesgiue hissweet alarmes, walles,
[falles. Without bloudshed, and where the enemy Į Thata large purplestremeadown theirgiambeux | Does yeeld vnto his foe a pleasant victory.
35 Debatefull strife, and cruell enmitie
With that he stiffely shooke his steelehead dart: The famous name of knighthood fowly shend ; But sober Guyon, hearing him so raile, But louely peace, and gentle amitie,
Though somewhat moued in his mightie hart, And in Amours the passing houres to spend, Yet with strong reason maistred passion fraile, The mightie martiall hands doemost commend: And passed fairely forth. He turning taile, Of loue they euer greater glory bore, Backe to the strond retyrd,and therestillstayd, Then of their armes : Mars is Cupidoes frend, Awaiting passage, which him late did faile; And is for Venus loues renowmed more, The whiles Cymochles with that wanton mayu Then all his wars and spoiles, the which he did The hastie heat of his auowd reuenge delayd. of yore. 36
41 Therewith she sweetly smyld. They though Whylest there the varletstood, he saw from farre full bent
An armed knight, that towards him fast ran, To proue extremities of bloudie fight, He ran on foot, as if in lucklesse warre Yet at her speach their rages gan relent, His forlorne steed from him the victour wan; And calme the sea of their tempestuous spight, He seemed breathlesse, hartlesse, faint, and Such powre haue pleasing words : such is the might
And all his armour sprinckled was with bloud, Of courteous clemencie in gentle hart. And soyld with durtie gore, that no man can Now after all was ceast, the Faery knight Discerne the hew thereof. He neuer stood, Besought that Damzell suffer him depart, . But bent his hastie course towards the idle flood. And yield him readie passage to that other part.
The varlet saw, when to the flood he came, She no lesse glad, then he desirous was How without stop or stay he fiercely lept, Of his departure thence ; for of her ioy And deepe him selfe beducked in the same, And vaine delight she saw he light did pas, That in the lake his loftie crest was steept, A foe of folly and immodest toy,
Ne of his safetie seemed care he kept, Still solemne sad, or still disdainfull coý, But with his raging armes he rudely flasht Delighting all in armes and cruell warre, The waues about, and all his armour swept, That her sweet peace and pleasures did annoy, That all the bloud and filth away was washt, Troubled with terrour and vnquiet iarre, Yet still he bet the water, and the billowes dasht. That she well pleased was thence to amoue him farre.
Atin drew nigh, to weet what it mote bee; Tho him she brought abord, and her swift bote For much he wondred at that vncouth sight;
Forthwith directed to that further strand; Whom should he, but his owne deare Lord,
44 Well could he him remember, sith of late I burne, I burne, I burne, then loud he cryde, He with Pyrochles sharp debatement made ; O how I burne with implacable fire, Streight gan he him reuile, and bitter rate, Yet nought can quench mine inly flaming syde, As shepheards curre, that in darke euenings Nor sea of licour cold, nor lake of mire, shade
Nothing but death can doe me to respire. Hath tracted forth some saluage beastes trade; Ah be it (said he) from Pyrochles farre Vile Miscreant (said he) whither doest thou flie After pursewing death once to require, The shame and death, which will thee soone Or think, that ought those puissant hands may
inuade? What coward hand shall doe thee next to die, Death is for wretches borne vnder vnhappie That art thus foully fled from famous enemie ? starre.
50 Perdie, then is it fit for me (said he)
That cursed man, that cruell feend of hell, I weene, most wretched man aliue, Furor, oh Furor hath me thus bedight: Burning in flames, yet no flames can I see, His deadly wounds within my liuers swell, And dying daily, daily yet reuiue :
And his whot fireburnes inmine entrails bright, O Alin, helpe to me last death to giue. Kindled through hisinfernall brond of spight, The varlet at his plaint was grieued so sore, Sith late with him I batteil vaine would boste; That his deepe wounded hart in two did riue, That now I weene loues dreaded thunder light And his owne health remembring now no more, Does scorch not halfe sosore, nor damnedghoste Did follow that ensample, which he blam’dafore. In flaming Phlegeton does not so felly roste.
51 46 Into the lake he lept, his Lord to ayd,
Which when as Archimago heard, his griefe (So Loue the dread of daunger doth despise)
He knew right well, and him attonce disarmd: And of him catching hold him strongly stayd Then searcht his secret wounds, and made a From drowning. But more happiehe, then wise
priefe Of that seas nature did him not auise.
Of euery place, that was with brusing harmd, The waues thereof so slow and sluggish were,
Or with the hidden fire too inly warmd. Engrost with mud, which did them foule agrise,
Which done, he balmes and herbes thereto That euery weightie thing they did vpbeare,
applyde, Ne ought mote euer sinke downe to the bottome
And euermore with mighty spels them. charmd, there.
That in short space he has them qualifyde,
And him restor’d to health, that would haue 47 Whiles thus they strugled in that idle waue,
algates dyde. And stroue in vaine, the one himselfe todrowne, The other both from drowning for to saue,
Cant. VII...i Lo, to that shore one in an auncient gowne,
COSOCOSOCOS COCOCOCCOCOSOC.69 Whose hoarie locks great grauitie did crowne, Holding in hand a goodly arming sword,
Guyon findes Mammon in a delue, By fortune came, led with the troublous sowne: Sunning his threasure hore : Where drenched deepe he found in that dull ford
Is by him tempted, and led downe,
To see his secret store.
That to a stedfast starre his course hath bent, Helpe with thy hand,or with thy counsell sage:
When foggy mistes, or cloudy tempests haue Weake hands, but counsell is most stronginage. The faithfull light of that faire lampe yblent, Him when the old man saw, he wondred sore, And couer'd heauen with hideous dreriment, To see Pyrochles there so rudely rage : Yet sithens helpe, he saw, he needed more
Vpon his card and compas firmes his eye,
The maisters of his long experiment, Then pittie, he in hast approched to the shore.
And to them does the steddy helme apply,
Biddirg his winged vessell fairely forward fly: 49 And cald, Pyrochles, what is this, I see ? What hellish furie hath at earst thee hent? So Guyon hauing lost his trusty guide, Furious euer I thee knew to bee,
Late left beyond that Ydle lake, proceedes Yet neuer in this straunge astonishment. Yet on his way, of none accompanide ; These flames, these flames (he cryde) do me And euermore himselfe with comfort feedes, torment.
| Of his owne vertues, and prayse-worthy deedles. What flames (quoth he) when I thee presentsee, i So long he yode, yet no aduenture found, In daunger rather to be drent, then brent ? Which fame of her shrilltrompet worthy reedes: Harrow, the flames, which me consume (said For still he traueild through wide wastfull hee)
(around. Ne can be quencht, within my secret bowels bee. That nought but desert wildernesse shew'd all
8 At last he came vnto a gloomy glade, [light, God of the world and worldlings I me call, Couer'd with boughes and shrubs from heauens Great Mammon, greatest god below the skye, Whereas he sitting found in secret shade That of my plenty poure out vnto all, An vncouth, saluage, and vnciuile wight, And vnto none my graces do enuye: Of griesly hew, and fowle ill fauour'd sight; Riches, renowme, and principality, His face with smoke was tand, and eyes were Honour, estate, and all this worldes good, bleard,
For which men swinck and sweat incessantly, His head and beard with sout were ill bedight, Fro me do flow into an ample flood, His cole-blacke hands did seeme to haue beene And in the hollow earth haue their eternall seard
brood. In smithes fire-spitting forge, and nayles like Wherefore if me thou deigne to serue and sew,
9 clawes appeard.
At thy commaund lo all these mountaines bee; His yron coate all ouergrowne with rust, Or if to thy great mind, or greedy vew Was vnderneath enueloped with gold, All these may not suffise, there shall to thee Whose glistring glosse darkned with filthy dust, Tentimessomuch benumbred franckeandfree. Well yet appeared, to haue beene of old Mammon(said he)thy godheades vauntisvaine, A worke of rich entayle, and curious mould, And idle offers of thy golden fee ; Wouen with antickes and wild Imagery: To them, that couet such eye-glutting gaine, And in his lap a masse of coyne he told, Proffer thygiftes, and fitterseruaunts entertaine. And turned vpsidowne, to feede his eye And couetous desire with his huge threasury. Me ill besits, that in der-doing armes, 5
And honours suit my vowed dayes do spend, And round about him lay on euery side Vntothy bounteous baytes,and pleasing charmes, Great heapes of gold, that neuer could be spent: With which weakemen thou witchest, toattend: Of which some were rude owre, not purifide Regard of worldly mucke doth fowly blend, Of Mulcibers deuouring element;
And low abase the high heroicke spright, Some others were new driuen, and distent That ioyes for crownes and kingdon.es to conInto great Ingoes, and to wedges square ;
[delight: Some in round plates withouten moniment; Faire shields, gay steedes, bright armes be my But most were starnpt, and in their metall bare Those be the riches fit for an aduent'rous knight. The antique shapes of kings and kesars straunge and rare.
Vaine glorious Elfe(said he) doest not thou weet, Soone as he Guyon saw, in great affright That money can thy wantes at will supply? And hast he rose, for to remoue aside
Sheilds, steeds, and armes, and all things for Those pretious hils from straungers enuious thee meet sight,
[wide, It can puruay in twinckling of an eye ; And downe them poured through an hole full And crownes and kingdomes to thee multiply. Into the hollow earth, them there to hide. Do not I kings create, and throw the crowne But Guyon lightly to him leaping, stayd Sometimes to him, that low in dust doth ly ? His hand, that trembled, as one terrifyde ; And him that raignd, into his rowme thrust And though himselfe wereat the sightdismayd, downe, Yet him perforce restraynd, and to him doubt- And whom I lust, do heape with glory and full sayd.
renowne? 7 What art thou man, (if man at all thou art) All otherwise (said he) I riches read, That here in desert hast thine habitaunce, And deeme them roote of all disquietnesse ; And these rich heapes of wealth doest hideapart First got with guile, and then preseru'd with From the worldes eye,andfrom herright vsaunce? dread, Thereat with staring eyes fixed askaunce, And after spent with pride and lauishnesse, In great disdaine, he answerd ; Hardy Elfe, Leauing behind them griefe and heauinesse. That darest vew my direfull countenaunce, Infinite mischiefes of them do arize, I read thee rash, and heedlesse of thy selfe, Strife, and debate, bloudshed, and bitternesse, To trouble my still seate, and heapes of pretious Outrageous wrong, and hellish couetize, pelfe.
That noble heartasgreat dishonour dcth despize.